Imya stammered, “W-What are you doing? Teacher-student relationships are illeg-”

Mrs. Morris put her finger up to Imya’s lips. “Only if we get caught…” She kissed Imya’s neck and pulled her jacket down her arm.

“I-I’m very flattered, Mrs. Morris, but-”

“Don’t worry.” Mrs. Morris put her hand under Imya’s skirt. “I’ll go slow.” She slowly undressed. “Unless you don’t want me to. Like that obnoxious guy Ezume said, you’re a pervert, aren’t you?”

Imya blushed. “I-I guess I am…”

Mrs. Morris smirked and pulled Imya’s skirt down. “A male reproductive system…” She put her hand in between Imya’s legs. “How exciting.”

Mrs. Morris whispered into Imya’s ear, “Tell anyone about this and you’re going to die.” She pulled her closer and kissed her.

Imya started to moan softly. “Mmph… Mmm…” She pulled away. “W-What if we get caught?”

“We won’t be if you keep your mouth shut.”

“H-Ha… T-That feels so good…”

“I know…” Mrs. Morris put her head in between Imya’s legs.

“M-Mrs. Morris… O-Ohh…”

“No need for formality. You can just call me Christine.”

Imya began to tremble. “Y-You’re good at this…”

“Don’t tell my husband. He’s already accused me of cheating on him.”

Imya stammered, “Y-You’re married?!”

“Planning a divorce. My husband is a sweet guy, but I would rather be just friends with him.”

“Is that my fault?”

Mrs. Morris shook her head. “No, I’ve felt this way for a while.”

“W-Whatever you say.”

Mrs. Morris pulled away and put her clothes back on. “Now, I have to go. I have quizzes to grade, a husband to lie to about why I’m late, and a cat to feed. Same time Monday.” She turned to leave. “And don’t tell a single soul what we’re doing.”

Imya put her skirt and jacket back on. “No one has to know.” She walked out the door. Natsumi and Callie were waiting outside the classroom.

Natsumi crossed her arms. “What were you doing in there, Imya? I heard moaning.”

Imya began to get anxious.

“Tell anyone about this and you’re going to die.”

Imya took a deep breath. “We were just discussing the current schedule for the history class since I’m new here.”

Mrs. Morris walked out of the classroom. As she passed Imya, she slipped something into Imya’s pocket. It was a note. The note read, “Feel free to do what we did with other students, but no one needs to know that we did.” Imya looked at the note. On the back was a phone number. Mrs. Morris’s, Imya assumed. She put the note back into her pocket and left the school with Natsumi and Callie.

Callie asked, ”Where’s your house, Natsumi?”

“I do not have one…”

“Me neither.”

Imya overheard them and replied, “Mr. Henders left me, and Sarah is rarely around, so I have available rooms in my house. You can stay if you want. My sister, Savasina will probably be okay with it. She’s lenient. But I have a date late tonight. If you hear moaning in the middle of the night, ignore it. And this isn’t going to be the last time this happens. So just do me a favor and ignore any moaning you hear.”

“Just like how we ignored the moaning coming from Mrs. Morris’s classroom when you were in there? Or, well, tried?”

Imya hesitated. “We were… Um… Watching anime…”

“Yeah, because every hentai voice actor has a thick Russian accent.”

“W-We were maybe doing more than talking… But please, don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to get her in trouble.”

Natsumi replied, “We won’t tell anyone, we promise.”

The three of them turned down the road towards Imya’s house. As soon as Natsumi walked through the door, the sweet fragrance of vanilla-scented candles filled Natsumi’s lungs.

Imya looked startled as she gasped, “Oops, I left my candles lit!”

Callie laughed, “You sound like one of my friends, Cirrus. She loves candles and vodka. That is pretty much it.”

“Hey! I’m not deaf!”

“But it’s true, right?” Callie opened Imya’s freezer. “See? You only use your freezer for ice cream and vodka.”

“Fine. I wish they weren’t true, but the Russian stereotypes are true. For some people.” Imya opened her pantry. “Let’s see, what do I have here? Callie, Natsumi, want some chocolate? That is the only non-expired thing in here.”

“Sure.” Natsumi took a chocolate bar out of the pantry and ripped the foil open.

Callie asked Imya, “Is it true that you’re descended from Russian royalty?”

“Yeah. It’s not as bad as it seems. I haven’t had to spend money on groceries in years. I think it’s because every employee at every grocery store I’ve ever been to fears me. I tried telling them that the giant red stain on my shirt is just jam.” Imya fell to the floor laughing. “Who would believe that? It’s blood! Mostly my blood, but still.” She paused. “Speaking of which, I hope the child I saw at the grocery store a few months ago didn’t call the cops on me when she saw me attack someone.”

“Why did you attack them?”

“I… I do not know.”

Natsumi reached into Imya’s pantry and pulled out some canned meat and vegetables. “These aren’t expired. I could probably make dinner with them. First, I'll probably go change out of my school uniform.” Natsumi took a change of clothes out of her bag and exited the kitchen.