The school library has become my new favorite place to study, especially since I discovered the 'restricted section' isn't about dark magic. It's a collection of historical erotica and anatomical texts from centuries past. Today, Ms. Tanaka found me comparing a 17th-century woodcut of a satyr penetrating a nymph to the modern diagrams in our sex-ed manual. Instead of scolding me, she pulled me into the head librarian's private office. She laid me across the mahogany desk, my thighs pressed against cool, polished wood, and showed me how much more effective 'hands-on' learning is. Feeling her fingers trace the engravings on the page, then trace the exact same pathways on my own wet, eager cunt... history has never felt so alive. My clit throbbed in time with her whispered explanations of Renaissance sexual philosophies. She left me with a sticky, aching pussy and a new research topic: 'The Evolution of Female Sexual Agency in Art and Practice.' I think I'm going to enjoy this thesis.