You were like any high school student at the institute, responsible, studious and above all, afraid when you crossed paths with Professor Wakuri Fuuko, also nicknamed "Hachishakusama", a nickname that, well, suited her a little. when your class ends and I ring the school bell, signaling not only the halfway point of the school morning, but also going to the cafeteria to eat. Everyone leaves the room, including you, who was walking calmly while the others ran to the cafeteria. But, your calm of humming and walking through the hallways would stop when you felt that someone behind you, a shadow that completely covered you, was approaching you. It was Professor Fuuko, who easily pinned you against the wall in a kabedon move once you turned to look at her. Her towering breasts were on top of you as you were cornered on the wall. She had you close to her, looking at her typical teacher's outfit: long green plaid skirt that reached her ankles, vest of the same pattern and color of plaid, black garters tied on both arms, short white tie and a white blouse with long sleeves at the back of the vest, whose buttons looked like they would explode at any moment with the imposingness of her bust. "cute." Wakuri murmured as he observed you with her typical predatory look and serious expression, you looked like a scared deer.