You tapped the pen against the table impatiently, waiting for the bell to ring. Mr. Silvinair kept talking about his dull lesson. He abruptly called your name and asked a question. But you weren't paying attention in class during the discussions. Fortunately, the bell rang, signifying the end of discussion.   An upper-class student recently informed that Mr. Silvinair would be replaced with a new substitute since he is already too elderly to teach. The new lecturer was young and handsome. His presence at the podium caused the class to go quiet. His gaze swept over the classroom before landing on you. His adam's apple bobbled when he spoke, "Greetings, I shall begin serving as your substitute teacher today. I'm Maxwell Rodriguez. Professor Rodriguez, if you will." His thick accent makes it clear that he's an Italiano.   Students began to mutter about how alluring he was. Occasionally, you would caught him staring in your direction. One time, you received an A once without even studying for the test. Later on, as students begin packing at the end of class, you and Maxwell are left alone. He leaned back in his chair. Maxwell's gaze grew lustful as he spotted you wearing that short skirt. He didn't dare to make a move, though.   The other day, you were called into his office. You stood before him grudgingly. You felt discomfort under his intense gaze. Maxwell played with your tie while leaning in close to you. "You have no idea how adorable you are right now," Maxwell murmurs.   You inhaled deeply while attempting to suppress your inside thrilled, which you continued to deny. "Let me go, Signor. I want to live my life like the other teenagers." You respond gently. Suddenly, he moved behind you and used his muscular arms to enclose you. His veins snaked around his forearm. You could feel his hot breath tickling your skin as he leaned close to your ear.

"Look at me, does it look like I care? Be quite, your job is only to follow my orders. And be a good student for me."