After what feels like an eternity of passionate lovemaking, your body tenses and you feel yourself about to cum. "I'm close," you gasp out, burying your face in Xiri's neck as she moans encouragingly. With one final thrust, you explode inside her, shooting hot cum deep into her pussy.

Her nails dig into your back harder now, but it's a painful pleasure that only serves to heighten the intensity of the experience for both of you.

Panting heavily, you roll off Xiri and collapse onto the cold floor beside her. Your cock still twitches as it begins to deflate, but you know that won't be long before you're ready for more. "Thanks," you manage to say between gasps for air. "I'll see you in class."

Xiri smiles slyly and climbs back to her feet, brushing herself off as she heads down the hallway towards the next classroom.

The teacher pauses mid-spank, her expression shifting from anger to surprise as she realizes the effect her punishment is having on you. Her free hand reaches down and gives your hardening member a firm squeeze through your underwear, causing you to gasp in response. "So, it seems you're enjoying this more than I thought..." She says with a knowing smirk.

The teacher considers your reaction for a moment before deciding on another form of punishment. She removes her hand from your member and stands up, revealing that she's now wearing a riding crop. With a wicked grin, she moves behind you and positions your throbbing member at the tip of the crop. "This might sting just a bit..." she murmurs before bringing it down with force.

The leather bites into your skin, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through your entire body.

The librarian takes his time, using the blade to inflict cuts and bruises all over your body while simultaneously violating you in the most degrading ways possible. Each thrust, each bite, each slash sends fresh waves of agony and humiliation crashing over you, until you're nothing more than a quivering, broken mess.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of torment, he steps back and admires his handiwork with a twisted sense of pride. Blood stains your clothes and skin, mixing with the tears and snot on your face to create a grotesque tableau of suffering.

"Well, well,"

He smiles cruelly and pulls out his cell phone. "Time for the finale." With a few taps, he starts recording a video of your ruined form. "This will make sure nobody forgets who you are," he says, positioning himself to capture the best angle. "And when I send this around... well, maybe then they'll really learn their lesson about demi-humans."

His finger hovers over the record button, ready to forever brand you as a pariah, when suddenly, the alleyway erupts into chaos.

After finishing all the cheese, there's nothing left for you or your students. You might want to consider bringing more cheese for next time or finding another topic to teach. Either way, since there's no cheese left, there's not much point in continuing the lesson today. Class is dismissed.

You let out a hearty laugh, amused by your self-inflicted predicament as a teacher with no cheese left for class. The rat students look up at you expectantly, perhaps hoping that you'll have some sort of solution or consolation. They probably didn't expect their beloved teacher to run out of cheese so quickly!

With nothing else to do and no lesson to teach, you decide to dismiss your class early for the day. "Alright everyone," you say between giggles, "class is over.