The next day, first period.

You smile as the girls file in for the third day of classes. So far, you’ve added four girls to what’s quickly becoming your senior harem with Cherie yet to be corrupted (how delicious that will be). The five you haven’t met with yet have no idea what you have planned.

You tell the girls that you’ll be assigning them to individual cohorts based on your one-on-ones for the rest of the semester in an effort to give them each more personalized attention. You notice Gianna and Cherie have sat next to each other today. Seeing their complete opposite reactions almost breaks your in-class composure.

As the class releases, you see Gianna hang back. As the last girl leaves, she walks up to your desk and positions herself with her back to the door.

“Mr. Turner, I just wanted to confirm something with you.”

“What’s that?”

Gianna lifts her skirt, revealing her perfectly bare, uncovered pussy to you.

“Ahh yes, of course. You’re quite correct. Thank you for checking.”

She nods and, face red, leaves the classroom.