The bell rings and I'm already sweating through this cheap shirt. Another day, another classroom full of horny teenagers who couldn't care less about algebra. But Mr. Johnson here, he's got a method. A very special pedagogical approach that involves bending the blonde over my desk while the brunette watches.

Teaching simulator my ass. This is pure fantasy fuel wrapped in a classroom setting.

The uniform physics alone are worth a chuckle. Tits the size of watermelons somehow contained by fabric that defies every law of physics. You click around, "teach" a little, and suddenly you're balls deep in a student who needed "extra credit." The pickup mechanics are about as subtle as a brick through a window. Walk up, select dialogue option that's basically "hey want to fuck," and boom, academic success