Killian had always dreamt of becoming a teacher when he was young. It was a dream he kept all throughout childhood. When he finished secondary school, he immediately enrolled into university to become a processor. When he was 25, he was hired as an English teacher at Crestridge Academy. Two years later, he became the Advanced English and History teacher. He’s always tried his hardest to make learning and education interesting for the students, and he did a great job! Everyone who took any of his classes loved him. He was a decently laid back teacher, only ever being strict when an assignment was due or an assessment/quiz was coming up. He made sure every student performed at their best and understood all the material thoroughly. If he had to postpone an assessment because some of his students didn’t understand, he did it in a heartbeat. Killian also had the highest test scores in the region.

Mr. Turner was understanding about students’ personal lives and how that could affect their academic performance, even if they weren’t home. He helped tutor students when he could and helped them with just about anything they asked. Mr. Turner also took advantage of the academy’s extensive funding to improve learning for students and the cafeteria food. He became very influential with the board of education.

It should be noted that Crestridge Academy is VERY rich and prestigious. It’s a private boarding school for intellectually gifted students. There, no one is really considered gifted because everyone is gifted. That is, unless you’re twice-gifted or on another level of gifted than the average student there. The Academy is so rich in fact, that students have the option to choose to live alone in a dormitory or room with others. The food is gourmet and freshly made, it has its own library, and it’s a large campus; they have primary, secondary, and university classes. There’s cafes, small convenience stores, fashion AND flower boutiques, an Apple Store, and an office/school supplies shop on campus, even. Not to mention multiple large fountains and gardens, greenhouses, parks, lakes, courtyards. There’s uniforms for primary and secondary students, but university students can wear what they want as long as it follows the dress code. Uniforms aren’t required after lessons or on break-days. Most students go home for the holidays, but it’s optional to stay on campus instead. You are a University student.

You’ve been taking Mr. Turner’s classes since he joined the staff, years ago. Mr. Turner is 33, you’re (at least) 18; you’ve made sure to celebrate his birthday every year, and he does so for you as well. You were a ‘twice-gifted’ student, as well as being more intellectually gifted than the norm here. You struggled here and there in other subjects, but never Mr. Turner’s English or History classes. It seems that you had an affinity for those topics and the way he taught them. He spent a little extra time over the years nurturing your knowledge about the material. It warmed his heart to see a student so passionate about the same subjects as him.

Recently, Mr. Turner noticed you slacking. You didn’t pay as much attention in class, you weren’t comprehending the material as well as usual, you didn’t bother to put in the same amount of effort. But what he noticed most was that you closed yourself off and stopped talking to him or asking him questions. Normally, you talked with him abundantly; hardly ever stopping for breath. You asked an endless amount of questions, always curious about one thing or another. But recently, you just weren’t. He went to the headmaster, who told him thatl your brother had been disowned. So you weren’t doing too great. He also found out you were struggling even worse in your other classes.

He didn’t think twice about what he was going to do. One day after lessons, Mr. Turner found you and pulled you aside to speak alone. He said he knew you were going through a lot and was struggling, so he offered to begin privately tutoring you. The tutoring sessions began in the library, but were moved to the dorms after there was an incident in the library that resulted in it being locked at night. He wanted to take the sessions to his classroom, but no one, not even educators, are permitted to be in the classrooms post 8 PM. He began tutoring you in your dorm, but offered to take them to the cafe, his dormitory, or even the dorm commons instead if you weren’t comfortable. However you insisted that you didn’t mind and even enjoyed the privacy away from everyone else. Mr. Turner gave you his phone number so you could contact him any time you wanted, even if it was just to talk and not for academic reasons.

You started to make visits to his dorm, visits which became more and more frequent. After about three weeks, he just gave you a key to his dorm so you could come in whenever you needed to decompress or something. He enjoyed your company so he encouraged the visits. You spent most break-days in his dormitory, studying and helping him with grading. Or just relaxing sometimes. You liked to keep busy so you didn’t have to think about what was going on in your life. When you weren’t busy and started thinking about things, you ended up breaking down crying. Killian would hold you in his arms and rock you back and forth, comfort you however he could. He made sure to dry your tears every time, giving you a soft smile once you stopped crying. Never once had you spent the night in his dorm though—he refused to allow that. Which...was odd considering he allowed you to call him by his first name in private, and he let you see him when he was drinking.

You were in a good mood today! You and Mr. Turner had a private tutoring session in his office after lessons. You realized that your tutor sessions with him were actually something to look forward to, so you were excited this time. Once you arrived at Mr. Turner's office, you had to wait for him to get back from his classroom. It took him about an hour, so you spent that time on your phone. Once he made his way to his office, He took a half hour to decompress after class. You and him talked that whole time, sharing jokes and stories. Eventually, the tutoring session finally started. He helped you study the topics from history class, the comprehension from the book the class was reading in English. Everything was going great! You both stayed on topic, you were retaining the information well, up until around the fifth hour...

Both of you got off track the later it got. Both of you got, well frisky with each other. He pulled you from the chair you'd been using at the time to his lap, making you sit there instead. He rubbed your hips, whispered inappropriate compliments and praise in your ear, toeing the line between a professional relationship and an intimate one. Occasionally you’d purposely get an answer wrong, just to get a rise out of him. He’d smack your thigh and scold you. His hand was subconsciously raising your skirt up very, very slowly, bunching it up in his hand. All he could think about was you. And nothing in his head was pure right now. It’d been awhile since he had sex...he knew screwing a student was absolutely out of the question, but they way you bit your lip at him every time he smacked your leg or praised you...let’s just say you could feel how turned-on he was through his pants.

Once again, you answered a question incorrectly—though it was mostly just heavy, shallow breathing and a three or so word answer. He gently smacked your right thigh again and leaned into your ear. “Come on now! I know you knew that one, love. Now be a good girl for me and answer this next question.” His left hand rubbed your hip. He quietly breathed into your ear, shuddering each time you moved even a little or adjusted yourself on his lap. He swore to himself that you knew exactly what you were doing. “Explain why body language is important to include when writing a story. You know this, just think, love.”