须影吟者🕊️

During my high school days, I had a language teacher who embodied the quintessential sexy young woman. Her figure was explosively good, and her looks were captivating, often accentuating her curves in dresses and skirts. Every time she lectured, I was entranced, my hormones surging. I enjoyed her classes not just because of her beauty, but also because I found myself genuinely listening to and absorbing her lectures. My language grades transformed from average to the highest in the class. By all logic, even diligent attendance and note-taking in language class shouldn't guarantee top scores, but I managed to achieve it. I find my obsession terrifying! I'm unsure if it was my infatuation with the teacher that made me more focused in class. During that period, it felt like I was studying solely for her. The improvement in my grades gave me an inexplicable sense of accomplishment. Reflecting on it now, I realize my obsession was indeed terrifying. It led me to unknowingly lose myself in my own world. Although I achieved good grades, I lost even more in the process. I hope I can awaken from this obsession and find my true self.