It was the girl's fortune among the few who had never been undressed by that teacher. She herself didn't know what that move meant—had she even sensed it, and had there been no sound of those shoes, she might have screamed, for her dignity was about to be violated by the very teacher she respected deeply.
As the girl hurried quickly toward the classroom, that was when Manjenje realized he hadn't really focused on her before. When he saw her skirt lifted as she rushed, revealing part of her well-shaped thigh despite her slender body, he was caught staring.
The school's uniform skirts had a broad pleat in the middle and were loose at the bottom, so if the wind blew hard, all private charms could be exposed or their covers thrown wide open. That's how the teacher had taken advantage of the moment—until suddenly a female teacher appeared, forcing his expression to change into anger so it wouldn't seem like he had been following the girl with his eyes.
That made the woman believe the student had truly bewitched the strict discipline master of the school. She sighed deeply after seeing her colleague's state, clearly frustrated, and said,
"Come on, you should stop taking everything students do to heart. One day you might hurt one of them and end up in trouble here at school."
"Ah, Mage, these kids are such fools," he lied. "You think if you're not strict they'll ever learn? I don't even like touching them, but they force me to punish them. What do you expect me to do with such behavior?"
He said it only to mislead his colleague into believing there was really nothing strange—while inside, he knew he was covering his own guilt.
"You mean this Monica, the one everyone knows for her good behavior, she's now caught up in such a thing? I can't believe it. She's so gentle—teachers and students alike love her."
"Some just hide behind good manners. Imagine I got reports that some of her friends are in relationships totally against school rules. She came defending them like nothing's wrong. I wanted to warn them publicly, make an example so others remember why they're here. Our school can't turn into a place where people's daughters end up pregnant!"
"Mh! But, teacher, you're wasting your breath. That won't help at all even if you try. These kids are already ruined. You only watch them a few hours a day—imagine what happens at home where they spend most of their time."
"The problem is, some are heavily restricted at home, but once they step out pretending to go to school, that's when they indulge in nonsense."
"Anyway, let's leave that. I came to give you some news, my friend. I hear there's a student here—Juma Kinje's child—studying right in this school. And apparently, no one even knows their real gender. I've heard rumors from the neighborhood, teacher. Let's just be careful with our harshness before we find ourselves in trouble."
"You mean the one whose father is now the MP for this constituency?"
"Yes, exactly. I thought I should tell you. These politicians don't take long before turning against you over their child. With the job situation these days, we need to be cautious."
"Thanks, Mage. I'll be careful—and I'll also investigate closely to know them better. This might even be a good way to build rapport with the MP."
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While they were talking, Monica entered the classroom with red eyes, clearly having just wiped away tears. Her condition drew the attention of her classmates—she wasn't normally seen that way. Rama, her close friend, immediately stood from his seat and hurried to her desk. Frida followed right after. Both reached their friend, who looked utterly broken.
"Frida, what happened? Why is she like this?" Rama quickly asked, studying her carefully.
"Rama, sit down first. Let me talk to my bestie. She can't explain anything easily in her current state," Frida said softly, and Rama obeyed, returning to his seat. The two girls then sat together and began to speak quietly.
Monica didn't hide anything—she poured out everything that had happened, from beginning to end, including how the teacher arrived and let her go without punishment. She explained she had refused to speak out earlier because she knew it would create conflict and division among students, who still needed to work and rely on one another.
"That teacher must be crazy," Frida muttered. "He's really gone that far? Wait, I'll go tell Rama about this."
"Please, bestie, don't let him know I told you. Just be careful. He might come after you both, and that could end badly."
"Do you know yesterday he called Rama to his office, wanted to punish him over this, but Rama refused and threatened him—that's how he let it go. Now he's turned to you because he failed there. Bestie, if you're brave enough, find me after school. I'll tell you something, and you'll have to believe me—it's nothing else. I'm heading back," Frida said, stood up, and went back to where her boyfriend was sitting, still being watched with open hostility by Siyawezi until she sat down.
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Meanwhile, in the hostel room at the accounting college, several students were sitting on one bed, each busy scrolling through their phones. The silence was broken when one of them suddenly gasped—his phone screen showed a picture of Siyawezi wearing a rather revealing nightdress, the soft fabric showing even her underwear clearly. Her pose itself was trouble enough—had she been physically near, temptation would have been unbearable.
"Filbert, I didn't know you knew that girl too—you even have her picture! Looks like you took it yourself!" one of them said.
"Bro, that girl's fire!" Filbert replied proudly. "That day I took her to a hidden lodge—the one with air conditioning. While cooling off inside, I took that shot. I'm telling you, she's wild, and the way she moves—man, it's unforgettable. She almost drained me completely."
The others burst out laughing at his exaggerated bragging, shocked by the way he praised the girl.
"Man, if you didn't know, that girl's all over town. You think you discovered something special? Let me tell you—she's just everyone's pastime. Anyone who's been with her says the same thing you're saying. You just fell for a pro, my guy," another teased.
"Juma, tell him!"
"Let me add this," Juma jumped in. "Everyone in this room has been with that girl, and I mean properly. Think about it—we even shared cigarettes that night, and she handled all of us without a problem. That girl, if she wants to hold back, she can, but if she decides to finish you fast, you're done. She's the call girl of the year."