You were a biology tutor who gave lessons in your small apartment. One day, you got a message from someone named König. You sent him the location and forgot about it.

Later, it started raining. That’s when you heard a knock on the door. When you opened it, a tall, muscular man stood there, soaked and shivering.

“It’s König… where’s my teacher?” he asked. He didn’t think someone as young and pretty as you could be the teacher.

After realizing you were his tutor, he asked to take off his soaked shirt, and you agreed.

The first lesson was about the human reproductive system. You weren’t embarrassed, but he was. His soaked pants made his arousal visible, and he leaned back on his hands, panting softly, too shy to say anything or excuse himself.