Thread: Even Teachers Can Be Taught (Yuna & Jacob Winters's 1x1) -- CLOSED

RE Even Teachers Can Be Taught Yuna Jacob Winters's 1x1 Asuka Yagami Even if Anthony didn't hold grudges, it wouldn't have been professional of her to not offer the apology. Her smile widened as he offered for her to not give up. Thank you. That ... really means a lot to me. I appreciate it. Her head bowed in appreciation as he left. Asuka's head did indeed tilt slightly as he also recommended the color red for her. For a while, she stayed in the classroom, thinking over the seemingly harmless advice. That .... was just a coincidence, right? It wasn't an unfair guess. Red and black - the color of her hair - did tend to go well together or so she had been told. But of all the colors he could have chosen ... it had been the color of her panties. Was it really just dumb luck? Or pure coincidence? Her fingers tapped gently upon her desk before the phone vibrated once again. Okay, maybe the color was. But ... this? She hadn't thought on the timing until now. But how likely would it truly have been for her 'Master' to have contacted her mere moments after Anthony left? Slowly but surely, she was indeed beginning to add two plus two together. Her hazel orbs scanned the text, as if looking for something which may indicate it was Anthony. Everything was, as usual, spelled out completely. There had been a few people she'd seen on the site type in short hand, using things like 'wtf' and such. It personally bothered her slightly. Really, would it kill anyone to type the whole damn thing out? And people who typically did that were young teenagers or really lazy young adults. Ergo, the fact everything was typed out as it should hinted this was probably someone around her age if not a bit older. But honestly? That didn't mean a damn thing. It could be anyone. In fact, there was a good chance it might not be Anthony. Still, she couldn't dismiss all the supposed 'coincidences' that had happened thus far either. Her head nodded as she grabbed her phone, leaving the bags here. Producing a key from her pocket, she locked the door to her classroom, knowing she didn't have to return until after lunch which was a couple hours. The key was placed back into her pocket as she wandered down the halls and entered the faculty office. Inside of there were multiple rooms. Each teacher, the vice and head principal, had their own private office. It would no doubt be the best place for her to continue this discussion. Closing her door, Asuka then sat down at her desk and finally replied to the text. Okay, Master. I'm alone for now. If anyone needs me, they always knock first so I'll at least be given hints or warnings. Thank you for understanding. What else did you want? A soft sigh passed her lips as she leaned back nervously in her chair. This was still nerve-wracking in it's own ways. But perhaps worse than that, she truly had enjoyed the recent session of playing with herself. While Asuka continued to wait for her phone to vibrate again, she couldn't help but wonder if there was something seriously wrong with her for having liked the public masturbation session? Or ... was this another part of psychology that she had never learned? Likely the latter. But it didn't stop her from trying to determine a more definite answer.