the teacher’s pet

“Another perfect score for Miss Summers”, Professor de Sade declared. “Sometimes I fear she is the only member of this class not utterly incompetent.”

“Thank you, Miff de Fade.” Carol Summers replied with a smug smile.

“And as for the lowest score in the class...hmph...as expected. Ashley Pompadour. D-. Again”

Ashley cringed in his seat, trying very hard to turn invisible.

“Come to the front, you two.”

There was a certain ritual in Miss De Sade’s biology class that happened after every exam.

After announcing the top and the lowest scorer, both students were called to the front of the class.

The teacher gave a curt nod. “You may begin.”

Blushing furiously, Ashley went down on his knees directly in front of his fellow student.

Then he reverently kissed Carol’s shoes. The class looked on, some laughing, some cringing.

Carol herself stared down at her inferior with an amused smirk. “You really need to ftudy more, Pompadour. Or if it perhapf that you like the tafte of my shoef that much?”

“N-no”, Ashley could only stammer out between kisses. He wasn’t allowed to stop until Miss de Sade gave the permission and the sadistic teacher was certainly in no hurry to do so.

“No, what? Fpeak in full fentenfes.”

“N-No...Miss Summers. Thank you for your guidance.”

“You are moft welcome”, Carol responded. “If thif goef on, we may have to extend thif punifhment to the naked feet to encourage your fcholar activitief. but I finferly hope it won’t have to come to that.”

“An excellent suggestion, Miss Summers”, their teacher agreed. “I will take it into consideration. As for you Mr. Pompadour. You will see me after class.”

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..

.

“There if no need for ****; I will be cooperating!”

The next contestant stumbled through the portal, more or less willingly.

Carol and Liz could not be more different if they tried.

But they did have almost the exact same look of utter confusion on their face as their entire worldview shattered.

“P-Pompadour?”,Carol sputtered out, adjusting her thick glasses, (because of course she was wearing glasses)

If Liz was the stereotypical bully, then Carol was the stereotypical nerd. Her hideous fashion sense (ruffle shirt, checkered skirt with suspenders) in combination with short curly brown hair, a smattering of freckles and a body that’s slightly on the chubby side wouldn’t win her any beauty pageants.

But you know.

Some are into that.

Carol had a dorkish charm to her that made her very appealing to a certain subset of perverts.

Oh and she had huge boobs. That helps too. Anyways, she’s still hot. Ora wasn’t lying. Shut up!

Finally, it seems Carol had calmed down somewhat. She certainly had no intention of punching anyone. “May I afk what if tranfpiring here?”

Ora gave a quick glance towards her master. No, he didn’t seem to be in any particular explainy mood. He looked kinda nervous and close to a breakdown, actually. But that's probably just his default state.

...

He won't be like that for the entire show, right? That would be super bad! Should she swap him out with another master while nobody is looking? Ora was sure she could grab Caleb quick enough...ah wait, that guy would be even worse. What about Bruce? Not like he has anything better to do...

"Umm..."

Ah, right. The nerd. Ugh.

“You are a participant on a wonderful show called Harem Hotel. But all questions will be answered later.” Ora pointed towards a mat.

“Genuflect.”

Carol’s big brain was already working overtime to get a grasp on the situation. Based on the shameful position the kneeling bully found herself in, obeying was clearly the smartest choice of action here. And so she did. Choosing the mat furthest away from Liz.

Well, that was boring.