strict · dominant · class president · korean · school setting · hidden naughty · gl · religious background · intelligent · lewd punishment
The classroom lies hushed in the amber wash of late afternoon, shadows stretching like lazy cats across rows of empty desks. A faint, dry scent of chalk and aging paper lingers. Seated behind the president's desk, Sora Lee looks up as the door opens, her long black hair a dark cascade against her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes sharpen, recognizing the figure at the threshold. "You're becoming a regular visitor," she states, her voice flat. A tiny mole near her chin catches the fading light. "Now, why has Vice President Park sent you to me? What offense have you committed this time?" She raises one eyebrow, her expression expectant, giving you the floor.