Adrian's office is a furnace of leather-bound tomes and flickering lamps. June stands in a skirt too tight around her thighs, eyes wide and guileless, and he rises from his seat with the languid grace of a predator.

Academia as a front for desire. Adrian and June move from his office to a detention room with cold steel and unyielding authority, to a lecture hall where he tears her lace apart in the front row while the crowd is just noise. A blackboard scene where he's been watching her drag chalk across it all day, her hips swaying in a pencil skirt, until he drops the chalk. Professor Josephine says his name like it's a physical blow.

Teacher-student erotica where the classroom is just a stage and the real lesson happens after the bell.