Chapter 4: 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬
Jungkook sat near the back of the classroom, diligently taking notes, her dark hair falling over her shoulder as she concentrated. Her pen moved swiftly across the page as she captured every detail, determined to keep up with the lesson. She was quiet and focused, hoping that her hard work would pay off, especially in a class like this.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the period, and the students began preparing for the next. Just as everyone settled down, the door swung open, and in walked Professor Taehyung, carrying a stack of papers. His sharp gaze scanned the room, and the usual hush fell over the class as the students braced themselves.
"I have a surprise test for you today," he announced, holding up the papers. A wave of groans and anxious whispers rippled through the room, but Taehyung's stern look silenced everyone.
He walked down each row, handing out the test papers without a word, his presence commanding a tense silence. Jungkook felt her heart race as he approached, and when he placed the paper on her desk, her fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up.
Taehyung continued to walk around the room as the students started on their tests, his footsteps quiet but heavy with authority. Jungkook kept her head down, focusing on her answers, hoping to avoid his attention.
But as she wrote, she sensed him drawing closer, his shadow falling over her desk. Her pen faltered when she felt him stop right beside her. Without warning, he bent down, his hand pressing firmly onto her shoulder, and she froze under his touch, her pulse racing.
Leaning close, his breath brushed against her ear as he whispered, his voice laced with a strange, chilling edge. "You know, Jungkook," he murmured, "I can always tell when someone's holding back. Don't disappoint me."
Her heart pounded, her hands shaky, but she didn't dare look up. The unsettling closeness of his voice, the weight of his hand on her shoulder-it was all too much.
He leaned in just a bit closer, so only she could hear, his tone darker. "If you keep going at this pace, you'll catch my attention more often. And you wouldn't want that, would you?"
Jungkook felt her cheeks flush, her mind reeling with a mix of confusion and discomfort. She kept her gaze fixed on her paper, biting her lip to keep her composure, hoping he would move on.
Finally, Taehyung straightened, taking his time as he walked away, leaving Jungkook rattled, her thoughts scattered and her focus shattered.
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Kim Taehyung, a respected high school teacher, sat at his desk, staring blankly at the stack of papers before him. His mind, however, was elsewhere, lost in a steamy dream he had the previous night. In his dream, Jungkook, a young, petite student with white skin and a pink tint, was riding him, her small pink pussy struggling to accommodate his big bulbous dick.
Taehyung couldn't help but smirk as he recalled the dream. He imagined himself smacking Jungkook's butt as punishment, demanding her to sink down further onto him. The thought of her rosebud blooming under his touch made him feel both excited and scared.
As he shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand, he looked up and saw Jungkook, or Kookie as she was fondly called, sitting in her seat, her eyes wide with fear. He realized that he had been staring at her, lost in his fantasy
