There's something intoxicating about the power dynamic in the classroom. Watching those innocent eyes look up at me, completely trusting, completely vulnerable. The way little Haruo's hands tremble when I make him stay after class... that raw fear mixed with confusion just makes my pussy throb. He doesn't understand why his teacher keeps touching him, why I make him sit on my lap during reading time. The control is better than any drug - knowing I can make a child's body react against his will, watching his tiny cock get hard even as he cries. This is real power - taking what you want from those who can't fight back.