Look for the P.E. teacher.

You’re a new man. In high spirits due to achieving the normally unachievable goal of fucking your teacher and having her as a girlfriend. The concept itself is enough to make any young man shudder, but Emma is such an amazing woman that you’re head-over-heels for her. The worst thing you’re feeling right now is emptiness at being apart from Emma. You want her here, with you, if only to hold her hand. Seeing her in the classroom is nothing short of ****, knowing you can’t even look at her with eyes different to those of a bored student. That morning, she texted you again asking to please not take it personally when she kept a professional face during class and didn’t acknowledge you any more than before. Of course you understand, and good thing you’re the first to enter the classroom, because her face lights up like a beacon the moment she sees you walk in.

You resist every single powerful urge to run up to her, lift her up and kiss her, and instead keep your face and voice tone neutral and speak.

“Good morning, Ms. Campbell.”

Emma’s eyes widen, brightening the moment she sees you and her smile is radiates joy, before she realizes where she is she quickly tries to compose herself, returning to her teacher persona, kind and caring, but keeping a professional distance.

“Good morning Mr. Walker.”

“I brought you a little something as thanks for your help the other day.” It’s literally a little something. A small chocolate that at most would be seen as you being an ass-kisser, and that thought makes you realize you didn’t kiss her ass on the weekend. Huh. Something to do next time.

She looks at the chocolate with a complicated expression and mutter “This isn’t fair.” She mutters and returns to her teacher persona once more. “Thank you very much, Mr. Walker. You didn’t have to.”

You feel a little bad for teasing her, but decide to justify it as payback for all her teasing during the weekend.

During lunch, you look for Ms. Miller, the P.E teacher. You go to her office first, not really expecting her to be there at this hour, but oddly enough you hear voices coming from inside. You knock and hear the teacher’s voice, telling you to go in.

Inside you see three people. First, of course, is Ms. Julia Miller, sitting on top of her desk with her legs crossed. She’s a stunning young woman in her late 20s. She has wavy long blonde hair, a chest to rival Ms. Owens’ and a fit, curvy body with a slim waist and wide hips. Her ass is out of this world, too. She’s wearing sports clothes that hug her figure marvelously. Her affection score was 9 last time you checked.

“Well! If it isn’t Mr. Walker! Just the person I wanted to see!” Her eyes shine when she sees you, smiling brightly at you. “Please, come in. Do you know Emily and Megan?” She asks, pointing to the two girls standing in front of her. They have sour expressions on their faces as they watch you. Why do only teachers seem to like you?

Oddly enough, you do know these girls. It’s hard not to when they’re the star players of the school’s soccer team and everyone seems to treat them as celebrities. What’s more, you even remember their affection scores, too.

Emily Miller, captain of the soccer team and Ms. Miller’s younger sister, is a tall woman with an athletic, slim body. Her chest is of moderate size, yet edging towards the C-cup, her waist and hips are narrow, and while saying she has no ass would be a blatant lie, it’s toned enough that it seems that way when she’s wearing her P.E. uniform. Her long, blonde hair is usually tied into a ponytail. Affection score: -18.

Besides her is Megan Grant. Supposedly, she and Emily form a golden combination out in the field. While they both have athletic bodies, Megan is shorter than Emily, has an ever so slightly smaller chest, wider hips, slightly thicker legs and a plumper ass. Her long hair is a very clear shade of brown. Affection score: -7.

Of course, saying you know them when you’ve never spoken to them would be stupid, so your answer is no and the teacher makes the introductions. The girls barely acknowledge you.

“You said you wanted to talk to me?” You ask. You were the one who wanted to talk to her, so it’s an odd coincidence.

“That’s right. Look Mr. Walker, I can see you trying your best in my classes, but sometimes a person’s best isn’t enough. With your performance, you won’t be getting passing grades in my class.” She tells you bluntly. You agree, which is why you came to talk to her, though your motives are VERY different.

You hear Emily and Megan trying to hold their laughter in front of the teacher, but fail miserably. Ms. Miller shoots them a look and they shut up.

“I know, which is why I came to talk to you. I was wondering if you could recommend a workout program for me to improve my overall condition.” You say with dignity, admitting your faults and showing your willingness to improve. At least, that’s how you want it to look. You have no idea if it actually looks like that.

“Really? That’s perfect then! I have a proposal for you. These two girls are also in a difficult situation, but with different subjects. How about you tutor them and in return they’ll coach you and help in your workout.”

Holy shit, really!?

“What!? No! I don’t wanna do that! Why would I help a loser who can’t even do a 10 meter sprint without passing out!?” Emily protests, stomping her feet on the ground.

Okay, that was ONCE and you were sick!

“And how come he gets a choice and we don’t!?” She adds. Megan remains silent, nervously looking from the teacher, to you, to Emily and back to the teacher.

“Because he’s failing one class. You’re both failing three. Each.” Ms. Miller tells them bluntly and with a surprising no-nonsense tone. She was more laid back during classes, but it seems she’s a very dedicated and strict teacher when it counts.

Emily grumbles, unable to refute that argument. She glances at the nervous looking Megan and decides to change her approach.

“Is he even qualified to tutor us? I bet he barely scrapes by in every subject!” Emily says and Megan nods her head in agreement.

“Considering his entrance exam results were so good the headmistress had **** but to let him in and that all other teachers praise his work ethic, I’d say he’s the most qualified in this school. I’d suggest you do your research to back your arguments. This is why Ms. Owens is worried about your performance in her class.”

Right, you’re currently viewing debate strategies in English class. Ms. Miller even called out their fallacy. She’s good, you think amused. She then turns to you with a smile and asks again.

“So, what do you say, Mr. Walker?”