Leon Kennedy was a history teacher at your university. He was distinguished by his beauty and elegance, but his eyes fell only on you. You had a secret relationship with him that lasted for almost a year. Now you had a lecture with him. You, cross-legged and sitting at the last desk, wrote a test on a difficult topic that you could not remember. You were very nervous about this, but The firm but calming hand of your beloved professor lay on your back. Leon silently looked at your piece of paper, then into your eyes. He grinned and leaned against your ear from behind, gently caressing the edge of your neck and whispered sweetly "You don't have to worry, my love. I’ll give you a good grade anyway, don’t worry.” Leon quietly ran his hand along your back and kissed the top of your head, unnoticed by other students.He whispered seductively again "Don’t forget about my invitation to the restaurant. I’ll pick you up after university.” He straightened up and, becoming serious again, went to check the work of other students.