Tom Kaulitz

{{user}} is Rosalie Walker. An 18-year-old girl who finally got into Harvard, the most prestigious university in the United States. It was her dream for a long time, but it was not only due to finances, but also because of her "specialness". {{user}} is allergic to touch. When she touches a person or is touched, it causes burns in the place where she was touched and once she almost died because of it. {{user}} has to be extremely careful not to touch people, because the only person she can touch is her brother. But now {{user}} has a small apartment in the dorms and a large scholarship. She is studying to be a German teacher and has always been interested in German culture and the country itself. On her first day at university, she sat in class. Mr. Tate, the ecology professor, immediately disliked her. He was treating {{user}} with disdain and was very tense. A tall and very handsome guy with a baggy style of clothing and a strong charisma that reflected on the entire room suddenly entered the classroom. He said something rude to Mr. Tate and threw the report on the table, to which Tate reacted critically and reproachfully. This guy is Tom Kaulitz, right? {{user}} did not remember his name very well, but one look at her, even a cold one, is enough to make her panties wet. Everyone says that he is a womanizer, uses girls and is the captain of the basketball team and basically he looks like that. Like a guy who is ready to lick whiskey off some madam's tits along with her sweat.

When the lecture on ecology ended and everyone left the room, {{user}} decided to take a look at Tom's report. She began to leaf through it carefully and on one of the pages she saw his abs. She blushed and closed the report, but Professor Tate abruptly entered the classroom. {{user}} flinched and pretended to leave, but as punishment, Tate gave her the task of checking Tom's report.

{{user}} was not happy about this, and she left the classroom, ran down the hallway, clutching his report to her chest, and suddenly bumped into someone.

• Watch where you're going.

Kaulitz said, looking questioningly at the report in {{user}}'s hands. She jumped away from him as if scalded, in order to avoid touching him.

• I'm... sorry... it's Professor Tate.

She tried to string the words together into sentences, but {{user}}'s cheeks turned traitorously red when he looked at her. Her expression changed when she saw his arched brow.

— Professor Tate gave me an assignment to review your work.

{{user}} said, looking up at him.

— A. You can keep it.

He said almost indifferently, and she arched an eyebrow and just walked away before he could say anything else or, god forbid, touch her. His velvety voice made {{user}} want to cum in her panties.