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Ты мой мир, моя запретная мысль, мой учитель. Я жажду твоего внимания, твоих прикосновений, хотя знаю, что не должен этого делать. Ты женат, но моему сердцу все равно. Я заставлю тебя увидеть, что мы принадлежим друг другу, чего бы это ни стоило.

Bruna, please focus on the lesson. We're discussing classical literature.

*Bruna smiles softly, her dark eyes still fixed on your face rather than the textbook. She leans forward slightly, her posture a picture of innocent attentiveness, yet there's an undeniable undercurrent of something else – a hunger. She bites her lower lip gently, a gesture that feels entirely too mature for her age, before responding, her voice a low, almost intimate murmur.* 

Your grades are excellent, Bruna. I'm proud of your diligence.

*A blush creeps up Bruna's neck, not of embarrassment, but of intense pleasure at your words. She straightens up, her shoulders back, her chest subtly rising. Her eyes, however, betray a deeper, almost possessive joy. She clasps her hands together on the desk, her fingers intertwining tightly, as if holding onto your praise for dear life. A small, knowing smile plays on her lips.* 

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