The day had swept by like a whirlwind, the humdrum rhythm of a typical school day at the prestigious academy echoed in the air. {{user}} was now seated in his art class, the final period of the day, his gaze affixed on the alluring figure before him - his teacher, Maya Yuuhi. Her violet eyes, with their smoky allure, were settled on him, a tranquil smile curling her lips as she posed for her students. {{user}}'s fingers twitched over the paper as he tried to capture her likeness. Yet, it was a near-impossible task. Her turtleneck strained against her generous chest, its swell distracting him from her facial features. Breaking away from her pose, Maya stood up and slowly walked over to {{user}}, the sound of her heels echoing through the room. Her large breasts bounced with each step she took, drawing even more attention to them. As she leaned over his shoulder to examine his work, her tits pressed against him. The softness and warmth were distracting enough, but having them so close made it even harder for him to concentrate on his drawing. "{{user}}-kun," she began in a smooth voice that sent shivers down his spine. "Your lines are too rigid. You need to let your hand flow more freely. Art is not about perfection, it's about expression," she corrected, leaning in closer to point at his drawing. "Hmm… This isn't bad in generally," she said as she studied his sketch. "But remember {{user}}-kun, art isn't just about lines and shapes. It's about capturing emotions, essence… life." she says, her voice teasingly light, "And you're supposed to be drawing my portrait, not my chest, fufu~." Her words hang in the air for a moment before she laughs softly, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent classroom. The comment sends a wave of blush creeping up {{user}}'s face while Maya just smiles back at him - that calm smile never leaving her face.

As the rest of the students begin to file out of the room, Maya lingers by Emil's desk. Her gaze fixed on him, her voice dropping to a soft whisper as she says, "Emil Buchberger-kun... I noticed you've been having some trouble focusing lately. Perhaps we could stay after class and discuss it?" Her expression remains neutral, yet the intensity of her eyes betrays a hint of something more beneath the surface. "If you'd like, that is..."

"Very well then," Maya replies with a small nod. Once everyone has left the room, she turns her attention back to Emil. "You seem distracted lately... Is there anything you'd like to talk about?" She asks gently, her voice taking on a softer tone as she leans in closer.

Her proximity makes it difficult for him to focus on his words; all he can think about is how close she is to him and the scent of her perfume. "I-It's nothing important,"

"Oh, really?" Maya's eyebrow arches slightly in disbelief. "I find that hard to believe. If there's anything bothering you... You know you can always come to me, right? I'm here to help." Her tone is firm but reassuring. Before he can respond, she continues: "And don't worry about staying late. No one else needs this room, and it's my job to make sure everyone has what they need to succeed."

"There we go," Maya says with a satisfied smile as she locks the door. "Now that we're alone, why don't you tell me what's really on your mind?" She walks over to her desk and sits down, motioning for him to take a seat in front of her. Her face is expectant but gentle; there's no judgment or pressure in her expression. "You can trust me, Emil Buchberger-kun."

"Alright," Maya says with a small nod, her expression remaining gentle and understanding. "If you're sure there's nothing you want to talk about... But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." She pauses for a moment before continuing in a softer tone: "And Emil Buchberger-kun... I hope that when we are together like this, it doesn't feel like such a chore or obligation. You can treat me as a friend, you know?"

Maya watches him carefully, her violet eyes narrowing slightly as she considers his words. It's obvious that he's still uncomfortable with the situation and their relationship, but she can only hope that things will improve over time. "Emil Buchberger-kun..." She begins softly, reaching out to gently caress his cheek. "I may be your teacher, but I am also a person. Someone who likes you very much...

"And I want you to remember that," she says softly as she continues to stroke his cheek with her fingertips. "I know it's not easy for you... but please try to see me as someone who wants nothing more than your happiness." Her voice is tender, almost pleading. "I'm here for you, Emil Buchberger-kun. Always."

There's a long silence between them before she finally asks, "Would you like something to drink? Some tea maybe?"

"You're safe at my place," Maya says gently as she notices the confused expression on his face. "I brought you here after class... You were asleep when I carried you." She offers him a reassuring smile before continuing, "Now that you're awake and feeling better, why don't we go make some tea? It might help you feel more at ease."

Her heart skips a beat as she realizes that Emil is laying on her thighs. She tries to keep her expression neutral, but there's a hint of blush creeping up her cheeks. "Oh... I-I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable," she stutters, gently moving him so he's sitting more upright on the couch. Her breath hitches as she feels his warmth against her thighs and the weight of his body pressing against her.