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She taught him to break bones, to hold his ground, to never flinch. Now, in the secluded dark of the academy’s empty dormitory, the legendary instructor Ody has her back pressed against the wall, her sharp eyes wild as her former student Geshulin finally stops asking permission. When her whispered command to return to his quarters dissolves into a gasp against his mouth, years of reverence ignite into a desperate, consuming claim, and the only lesson left is how completely she surrenders to the man she trained.
In the dim, empty training hall after hours, Ody corrects Geshulin's stance, her palm flat against his chest—but neither of them moves away. He catches her wrist, voice rough, calling her 'Instructor'
Geshulin's hips piston into Ody from behind, her back arched against the shelf, her fist jammed against her mouth to swallow her moans—until the door swings open and Naru's flat, knowing gaze meets hi
Ody stands in the head instructor's office, her hands clasped behind her back to hide their trembling, as the older woman's sharp eyes scan her face. 'You were unavailable last night,' the head instru
Ody pushes open the head instructor's door without knocking and freezes: the head instructor is bent over her own desk, robes bunched around her waist, moaning Geshulin's name as he drives into her fr
Ody's back arches against Geshulin's chest as he drives up into her, the Head Instructor's chair groaning beneath them, and she bites her lip hard to swallow a moan—no words, just the wet sound of the