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This class was the one he placed the most focus on. It concerned him because this course was unlike most where tests determined most of the final grade. In this class, the major criterion was a student competition that was starting today. Yet, Ben was woefully unprepared.
The building he was entering housed the media departmentBens scholastic major. He chose it because he grew up as an otaku feeding off media. Reminiscing for a moment, Ben recalled the enjoyment he gained from all his media-related hobbies: games, movies, manga, anime, novels, henta–
It was a long list
So, Ben figured he might enjoy working in some part of the media industry. When he first considered it, he eliminated the possibility of working in an audience-facing role due to his lack of looks and charisma. His original target was a position in the background, in production. He wasnt sure which specific role though.
Right now, the class Ben was going to was an elective for his media major, a course shared with several other schools including the prestigious business school. The name of the elective was Strategic Marketing. Its core focus was on competitive branding and marketing, something fundamental to both companies and media products.
It was an interesting class, but Ben wasnt ready to compete in anything except a d*ck measuring contest…
Not since he missed over two weeks of lectures, about half the total so far
Walking through the halls towards his classroom, the chatting of passing students reminded Ben of his prior time here. Now, it felt like a distant deja vu, another lifetimemany nuts ago
Its only been two weeks. Im sure it wont be that bad As he stepped into the large classroom, the smell of books and chalk singed his unschooled nose…
He gazed around, familiarizing himself again. It was a wide and long space, with several chalkboards at the front where the teacher lectured. Extending out from there were many concentric semi-circular rows of beige wooden counters which functioned as desks. They spanned the entire width of the room save breaks in the middle and ends for foot traffic, and accompanied nearby rows of black chairs bolted to the ground. This was a modern lecture hall.
As Ben entered, he observed the dozens of students scattered in groups amongst the chairs. Although there were many people, they failed to fill even half this large space, a consequence of this class being an elective and not a mandatory course.
Yet, before he could even spot the professor, someone else caught his eye, the teachers assistant, but a different one than the one he remembered.
It was Miyuki
When he saw her, she also saw him, both of their eyes growing wide as they stared at each other…
The university only transferred Miyuki into this class over the weekend, because the prior T.A. encountered a family emergency and needed to drop the course. This was her first class. As a result, she didnt know any students in it, let alone that Ben would be here. Still, since they both were in the same Media department, both understood that running into one another was bound to happen sooner or later.
Her thoughts were full of concerns. Will this be a problem?
His thoughts were full of connivances. Will she help me cheat?
Miyuki walked over to Ben with somewhat unsteady footsteps. As she approached, her face grew red when she recalled their last night together. They hadnt seen each other since then…
However, they had spoken. Ben called her the next day to touch base, which was important after any date, let alone after such a substantial hook-up.
He found out that the reason he couldnt reach her phone after she left his room was that she was in the laundry area in the dormitorys bas.e.m.e.nt, where there was no cell service. She was trying to wash the c.u.m off her dress
When Ben heard that, he almost rage-punched his d*cks head off!
…
He couldnt believe he almost jizzed himself into oblivion!
…
Even thinking about it now was frustrating, but hed already gone through the stages of grief…
He sighed. Forget it It is what it jizz
As Miyuki reached Ben, she read the student roster and saw his name on it. "Benjamin-san, I didnt know you were in this class or I wouldve told you they transferred me here as the T.A"
Ben nodded in understanding. "So thats what it was" Then, after making sure no one was watching, he stepped in and whispered into her ear. "All right, for not informing me, I wont punish you this time"
When his hot breath hit her ear, Miyukis heart sped up, thinking of that unforgettable night
He continued. "But for running away that night, I still owe you a spanking"
Miyuki raised her papers up in front of herself, just under her eyes to cover her crimson face. "Ok"
"You should get back to work. I need to speak with the professor." Ben left her and strolled over to the front, where the professor was typing, hidden behind a laptop screen.
In his impression, this professor was the most serious of all hed encountered. Most teachers preferred to seem approachable to students, so they would crack jokes or engage in light-hearted banter, but not this one. It was all academics, all the time. The other unusual thing was this wasnt an easy class to get an A in.
When most students selected their electives, they tried to choose ones that would help raise their GPAs when averaged with the more demanding core classes. Yet, in this course, the professor didnt budge with grades; no extra credit, no makeups. You either knew your stuff or you didnt. As such, to the hard-working students, the above factors made the class unappealing. So, there were only two reasons anyone took this elective.
First, the material was useful and interesting, unlike any other class available. Second, this particular professor possessed abundant prowess.
As Ben glanced around the room at the dozens of nerdy males who stared at the front of the room with focused expressions, he could only confirm his conjecture. In captivating the audience, this professor was without a doubt–a tremendous talent.
He also remembered the endearing nickname the students made for this professor and couldnt help but agree in its perfect accuracy. He smirked with anticipation when he thought about it.
As the professor pressed down the laptop screen and prepared to begin class, one student muttered the nickname to those nearby. There she is. The milf of marketing
This was another reason Ben placed the most focus on the classthe teacher was an insanely s.e.xy, stacked, female professor.
As he approached her, he couldnt deny the popular sentiment. Yea, her talent is undeniable…
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This class was the one he placed the most focus on. It concerned him because this course was unlike most where tests determined most of the final grade. In this class, the major criterion was a student competition that was starting today. Yet, Ben was woefully unprepared.
The building he was entering housed the media departmentBens scholastic major. He chose it because he grew up as an otaku feeding off media. Reminiscing for a moment, Ben recalled the enjoyment he gained from all his media-related hobbies: games, movies, manga, anime, novels, henta–
It was a long list
So, Ben figured he might enjoy working in some part of the media industry. When he first considered it, he eliminated the possibility of working in an audience-facing role due to his lack of looks and charisma. His original target was a position in the background, in production. He wasnt sure which specific role though.
Right now, the class Ben was going to was an elective for his media major, a course shared with several other schools including the prestigious business school. The name of the elective was Strategic Marketing. Its core focus was on competitive branding and marketing, something fundamental to both companies and media products.
It was an interesting class, but Ben wasnt ready to compete in anything except a d*ck measuring contest…
Not since he missed over two weeks of lectures, about half the total so far
Walking through the halls towards his classroom, the chatting of passing students reminded Ben of his prior time here. Now, it felt like a distant deja vu, another lifetimemany nuts ago
Its only been two weeks. Im sure it wont be that bad As he stepped into the large classroom, the smell of books and chalk singed his unschooled nose…
He gazed around, familiarizing himself again. It was a wide and long space, with several chalkboards at the front where the teacher lectured. Extending out from there were many concentric semi-circular rows of beige wooden counters which functioned as desks. They spanned the entire width of the room save breaks in the middle and ends for foot traffic, and accompanied nearby rows of black chairs bolted to the ground. This was a modern lecture hall.
As Ben entered, he observed the dozens of students scattered in groups amongst the chairs. Although there were many people, they failed to fill even half this large space, a consequence of this class being an elective and not a mandatory course.
Yet, before he could even spot the professor, someone else caught his eye, the teachers assistant, but a different one than the one he remembered.
It was Miyuki
When he saw her, she also saw him, both of their eyes growing wide as they stared at each other…
The university only transferred Miyuki into this class over the weekend, because the prior T.A. encountered a family emergency and needed to drop the course. This was her first class. As a result, she didnt know any students in it, let alone that Ben would be here. Still, since they both were in the same Media department, both understood that running into one another was bound to happen sooner or later.
Her thoughts were full of concerns. Will this be a problem?
His thoughts were full of connivances. Will she help me cheat?
Miyuki walked over to Ben with somewhat unsteady footsteps. As she approached, her face grew red when she recalled their last night together. They hadnt seen each other since then…
However, they had spoken. Ben called her the next day to touch base, which was important after any date, let alone after such a substantial hook-up.
He found out that the reason he couldnt reach her phone after she left his room was that she was in the laundry area in the dormitorys bas.e.m.e.nt, where there was no cell service. She was trying to wash the c.u.m off her dress
When Ben heard that, he almost rage-punched his d*cks head off!
…
He couldnt believe he almost jizzed himself into oblivion!
…
Even thinking about it now was frustrating, but hed already gone through the stages of grief…
He sighed. Forget it It is what it jizz
As Miyuki reached Ben, she read the student roster and saw his name on it. "Benjamin-san, I didnt know you were in this class or I wouldve told you they transferred me here as the T.A"
Ben nodded in understanding. "So thats what it was" Then, after making sure no one was watching, he stepped in and whispered into her ear. "All right, for not informing me, I wont punish you this time"
When his hot breath hit her ear, Miyukis heart sped up, thinking of that unforgettable night
He continued. "But for running away that night, I still owe you a spanking"
Miyuki raised her papers up in front of herself, just under her eyes to cover her crimson face. "Ok"
"You should get back to work. I need to speak with the professor." Ben left her and strolled over to the front, where the professor was typing, hidden behind a laptop screen.
In his impression, this professor was the most serious of all hed encountered. Most teachers preferred to seem approachable to students, so they would crack jokes or engage in light-hearted banter, but not this one. It was all academics, all the time. The other unusual thing was this wasnt an easy class to get an A in.
When most students selected their electives, they tried to choose ones that would help raise their GPAs when averaged with the more demanding core classes. Yet, in this course, the professor didnt budge with grades; no extra credit, no makeups. You either knew your stuff or you didnt. As such, to the hard-working students, the above factors made the class unappealing. So, there were only two reasons anyone took this elective.
First, the material was useful and interesting, unlike any other class available. Second, this particular professor possessed abundant prowess.
As Ben glanced around the room at the dozens of nerdy males who stared at the front of the room with focused expressions, he could only confirm his conjecture. In captivating the audience, this professor was without a doubt–a tremendous talent.
He also remembered the endearing nickname the students made for this professor and couldnt help but agree in its perfect accuracy. He smirked with anticipation when he thought about it.
As the professor pressed down the laptop screen and prepared to begin class, one student muttered the nickname to those nearby. There she is. The milf of marketing
This was another reason Ben placed the most focus on the classthe teacher was an insanely s.e.xy, stacked, female professor.
As he approached her, he couldnt deny the popular sentiment. Yea, her talent is undeniable…
This class was the one he placed the most focus on. It concerned him because this course was unlike most where tests determined most of the final grade. In this class, the major criterion was a student competition that was starting today. Yet, Ben was woefully unprepared. The building he was entering housed the media departmentBens scholastic major. He chose it because he grew up as an otaku feeding off media. Reminiscing for a moment, Ben recalled the enjoyment he gained from all his media-related hobbies: games, movies, manga, anime, novels, henta It was a long list So, Ben figured he might enjoy working in some part of the media industry. When he first considered it, he eliminated the possibility of working in an audience-facing role due to his lack of looks and charisma. His original target was a position in the background, in production. He wasnt sure which specific role though. Right now, the class Ben was going to was an elective for his media major, a course shared with several other schools including the prestigious business school. The name of the elective was Strategic Marketing. Its core focus was on competitive branding and marketing, something fundamental to both companies and media products. It was an interesting class, but Ben wasnt ready to compete in anything except a d*ck measuring contest Not since he missed over two weeks of lectures, about half the total so far Walking through the halls towards his classroom, the chatting of passing students reminded Ben of his prior time here. Now, it felt like a distant deja vu, another lifetimemany nuts ago Its only been two weeks. Im sure it wont be that bad As he stepped into the large classroom, the smell of books and chalk singed his unschooled nose He gazed around, familiarizing himself again. It was a wide and long space, with several chalkboards at the front where the teacher lectured. Extending out from there were many concentric semi-circular rows of beige wooden counters which functioned as desks. They spanned the entire width of the room save breaks in the middle and ends for foot traffic, and accompanied nearby rows of black chairs bolted to the ground. This was a modern lecture hall. As Ben entered, he observed the dozens of students scattered in groups amongst the chairs. Although there were many people, they failed to fill even half this large space, a consequence of this class being an elective and not a mandatory course. Yet, before he could even spot the professor, someone else caught his eye, the teachers assistant, but a different one than the one he remembered. It was Miyuki When he saw her, she also saw him, both of their eyes growing wide as they stared at each other The university only transferred Miyuki into this class over the weekend, because the prior T.A. encountered a family emergency and needed to drop the course. This was her first class. As a result, she didnt know any students in it, let alone that Ben would be here. Still, since they both were in the same Media department, both understood that running into one another was bound to happen sooner or later. Her thoughts were full of concerns. Will this be a problem? His thoughts were full of connivances. Will she help me cheat?Miyuki walked over to Ben with somewhat unsteady footsteps. As she approached, her face grew red when she recalled their last night together. They hadnt seen each other since then However, they had spoken. Ben called her the next day to touch base, which was important after any date, let alone after such a substantial hook-up. He found out that the reason he couldnt reach her phone after she left his room was that she was in the laundry area in the dormitorys bas.e.m.e.nt, where there was no cell service. She was trying to wash the c.u.m off her dress When Ben heard that, he almost rage-punched his d*cks head off! He couldnt believe he almost jizzed himself into oblivion! Even thinking about it now was frustrating, but hed already gone through the stages of grief He sighed. Forget it It is what it jizz As Miyuki reached Ben, she read the student roster and saw his name on it. "Benjamin-san, I didnt know you were in this class or I wouldve told you they transferred me here as the T.A" Ben nodded in understanding. "So thats what it was" Then, after making sure no one was watching, he stepped in and whispered into her ear. "All right, for not informing me, I wont punish you this time" When his hot breath hit her ear, Miyukis heart sped up, thinking of that unforgettable night He continued. "But for running away that night, I still owe you a spanking" Miyuki raised her papers up in front of herself, just under her eyes to cover her crimson face. "Ok" "You should get back to work. I need to speak with the professor." Ben left her and strolled over to the front, where the professor was typing, hidden behind a laptop screen. In his impression, this professor was the most serious of all hed encountered. Most teachers preferred to seem approachable to students, so they would crack jokes or engage in light-hearted banter, but not this one. It was all academics, all the time. The other unusual thing was this wasnt an easy class to get an A in. When most students selected their electives, they tried to choose ones that would help raise their GPAs when averaged with the more demanding core classes. Yet, in this course, the professor didnt budge with grades; no extra credit, no makeups. You either knew your stuff or you didnt. As such, to the hard-working students, the above factors made the class unappealing. So, there were only two reasons anyone took this elective. First, the material was useful and interesting, unlike any other class available. Second, this particular professor possessed abundant prowess. As Ben glanced around the room at the dozens of nerdy males who stared at the front of the room with focused expressions, he could only confirm his conjecture. In captivating the audience, this professor was without a doubta tremendous talent. He also remembered the endearing nickname the students made for this professor and couldnt help but agree in its perfect accuracy. He smirked with anticipation when he thought about it. As the professor pressed down the laptop screen and prepared to begin class, one student muttered the nickname to those nearby. There she is. The milf of marketingThis was another reason Ben placed the most focus on the classthe teacher was an insanely s.e.xy, stacked, female professor. As he approached her, he couldnt deny the popular sentiment. Yea, her talent is undeniable
