Edelgard: The Teacher's Pet - Sex Stories

Edelgard: The Teacher's Pet

... I’m just dreaming. This can’t be happening.

“I’m sorry, Edelgard,” he says, picking up a pen, “But you’re leaving me with no other option.”

He then brings the pen closer to the paper to sign it. The closer it gets, the more pained I feel. This school is my life. What have I done? It can’t end like this. I can’t let it end like this.

“W-WAIT!” I interrupt, gathering his attention, “Please, please don’t do this. I beg of you. This is everything to me. I can’t just let it slip through my fingers like this. Please, professor, please don’t give up on me like this.”

“Edelgard,” he starts, “Trust me, I’m aware of what this school means to you. Really, I do. But your actions don’t reflect what you’re telling me right now. So my hands are tied.”

“Please, professor, this is my life. I’ll do anything. I know it may not seem like much, but I’ll improve. I swear. As a matter of fact, give me thre- no. Two days. In just two days, I’ll make you so proud. I’ll show how serious I am. Please, professor, just give m-”

He interrupts me by raising his hand, lowering his head and closing his eyes. Moments pass and he doesn’t move an inch. Is...is he actually considering my offer? Please tell me I’m still in this. Please, any deity above listening to my plea. Someone. Anyone. Just let me stay. I won’t let this go. I will give my life if need be.

“You know what?” professor starts, “You won’t need three days to convince me. You won’t need two days. Not even a single day. You ...

... won’t even need the rest of today.”

Umm...ok. Ok. I’ll take it. Thank you, deity. Thank you.

“Ok,” I respond, “Anything. What do I need to do? Like I said, I’ll do anything you wish. Whatever you desire, conside-”

“Shh,” he interrupts again, “Settle down. Your attendance is on the line. Now, as stated, your issue is your lack of display of physical drive. So you’re going to prove me wrong.”

“How?”

He stands up from his desk, revealing some rope that he’s grabbed. He then walks over to me, standing right in front of me, saying,

“Give me your wrists.”

I comply, hesitantly presenting both of my wrists to him. He then roughly ties the rope around them, binding them together.

“Now, as you know,” he starts, “This school teaches everything you need for self defense. With how long you’ve been attending, surely, something like this should be child’s play. So I will simulate the scenario where you’re captured. If you escape, you can continue your attendance for a bit longer. Should you fail, you’re to walk right out that door and never return.”

Before I can voice my thoughts on the proposal, I’m forced onto my knees on the floor. He then brings his hand to my hair, gently stroking it. He then guides his hand from my hair to my face. I’m so confused. Why is he doing this? Why was this the idea that he had? Whatever. I don’t care. This is my only chance to stay in this school.

But as I try to find my way out of this, his hand creeps to the back of my head and ...