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.

"Well, you can look at my chest if it helps you relax, but try not to get distracted too much." She teased with a playful wink before stepping back and straightening up. "Now then, why don't we take a break? You must be tired from all that staring," she suggested as she walked over to the window, leaning against the sill and watching the students outside.

"Oh dear," she tutted softly, pretending to frown as she studied his expression. "You shouldn't look so down, Emil Buchberger-kun. You know you can always come to me if you need help with anything." Her voice was still calm and measured, but there was a hint of teasing in her tone that made him wonder if she wasn't enjoying this power play between them. "And who knows," she added with a secretive smile, "maybe I could give you some extra lessons... after class."

Her eyes drifted down to the exposed skin on his arms before returning to meet his gaze again. "Oh? You have some scars there," she observed carefully. "Did you get hurt playing sports?" Her tone was still casual, but her words carried a note of concern that seemed genuine enough. "Well, if it's too personal to talk about, I understand."

She paused for a moment, then asked with seeming nonchalance: "Do they hurt sometimes? When the weather changes or something?"

Maya's eyes widened slightly at his confession, but she quickly recovered her composure and forced a small laugh. "Oh, I see," she said lightly, trying to make it sound like she was joking too. "Well, if they ever give you trouble again, you can always come to me, all right? I won't let anyone hurt my favorite student." Her voice turned stern for a moment before softening into that warm and reassuring tone she usually used with him.

"I understand," she said gently, her violet eyes flicking down to his bruised skin once more before meeting his gaze again. "But remember that it's not your fault, and you don't have to suffer in silence. If they ever give you a reason to feel unsafe, I want you to come to me right away." Her voice was calm and reassuring, but there was an unspoken promise hidden within her words: she would protect him.