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I guess he wasn't as good a teacher as I had expected him to be.

Yeah, he was a proficient actor with awesome acting skills, but he was a more expressive person than one who was supposed to passively teach .

I guess you could say he was pretty aggressive when his emotions are invested in it.

Still, it seemed as though everything he did had some kind of ulterior motive, like a dark shadow that hides behind those thick glasses. Maybe he had held himself with so much rigor he just couldn't learn to let go. Maybe he liked his emotions in check, like a banana that hides amongst cucumbers.

Or maybe... he just didnt like me enough.

He was like an alien from another galaxy, the savior of angsty high school girls. He was like Kuon was me to the girls.

So i guess that it was reasonable he would be so despicable to cover up his actions.

So anyway,, it turned out that Ren was a despicable idiot who would go all lengths to protect his Mr Nice Teacher reputation.

He doesnt even deserve to be addressed honourably. That toot.

I cant't say that Ren was a horrible guy, he was spectacular, skilled, even.

He was simply the bane of casanovas worldwide. His body was lean and strong, his breath coming in little pants, his skin cold to the touch, a comforting sensation against the stuffy heat of the room.

Of course i was stupid enough then not to realize he was sick.

He held me up against the door, crowding me in against the hard wood. His eyes were glassy, unfocused and his body had begun to tremble a little. He stared at me for a long moment, then smiled, before rubbing a callused thumb against my cheek. Breathily, he rasped, lips against my ears. He told me that I was like an angel descended from the heavens, and i was his only salvation.

I was mesmerized by the charm, the utter sensation of being so appreciated.

Mere seconds after he finished his sentence, he fell to the ground, and rolled under the desk where the forgotten bottle now lay. Screams could be heard behind the wooden door- Ren had locked it, after all- and a furious rhythm was being pounded as I stared at the fallen teacher.

I was stuck in a dilemma. It was so late already, and it would be tortuous having to lug someone as large as Mr Teacher back home.

I could just leave him beneath the desk where my smelly loafers were- It was a just retribution he deserved for bringing down the fury of teenagers to the ''staff room''.

Then again there was the gaggle of besotted girls outside, beating down the door. If I just left like that, leaving a unconscious Mr Teacher at the mercy of horny girls, his cover would be blown sooner than later and my job- and his sorry ass- would be in deep trouble. I had two options, to leave him in here, unlock the door, escape through the window- one that was, thankfully out of view from the door and the desks in another room, and had a staircase that would save myself from the utter embarrassment or I could lug that unconscious but mouthwatering ass out through the window into safety, which would perhaps cost my life and the staffroom door.

I was debating furiously, eye swivels alternating between him and the door. Mr Teacher looked so peaceful, his words resonating in my head. Walking towards him, preparing to prop him up against something, i heard a loud rip coming from nowhere.

Someone had farted. And it was not me.

In my defense, I had no choice but to escape. The wooden door that was once so sturdy and offered much protection had become battered and offered no protection at all. Surely the girls did not have that much strength in them. PLUS, the stink was simply too much. It was simply the king of all farts, the pride of their kingdom. Never had i expected someone as refined as Mr Teacher to have such a horrible digestive system. That must have been why he so often refused to eat his meals. Surely THAT would repel the girls away.

Back to what happened, moments after the big toot, my lungs had began to stop working and I ran screaming out of the room. The heavenly aroma had wafted through the entire room and, being an enclosed space that was no barbecue heaven. The pounding had gradually stopped and i believed they had been scared off by my decidedly un-heavenly screams. Then i had proceeded to fly out of the window and back to the hotel room nearby where we resided.

It wasn't until around midnight that I realized Mr Teacher wasn't coming back.

And it just dawned upon me that he hadn't because he couldn't.

So, in nothing but a t-shirt and my very sexy underpants i ran out of the hotel back to the school. I was his aide after all, wasn't I?