Students quieted down.
Their constant murmurs and laughter vanished from the room.
The ringing bell was a sign for the instructor to arrive.
Sure enough, the door creaked open as the broad-shouldered brunette man entered.
With a soft beard covering his face, he was a great example of a Dilf.
Girls whispered upon seeing him.
When he showed his white teeth and masculine jawline, even boys had to admit that he was a charismatic teacher.
"Hello, my students and future friends," his voice was soothing, contrary to his outer appearance. "This is my first lesson, and pardon my nervousness."
'What a poser,' Noa thought, seeing through his facade.
"My name is Arnold, and the course I am teaching is called Ember Against Nature and How to Beat It."
He let the pause linger.
"He seems like a good guy," Martha whispered beside him.
"Yep," Noa agreed. "I like him as well."
Then he smirked, touching his phone.
