The classroom was never this intense and Baldi was about to teach a forbidden subject. His stick wasn't for slapping hands anymore but for exploring hidden desires. A body bent over on the desk, waiting for the instruction. The air thrummed with lust. No formulas could compare to the pleasures he was about to create. The encounter had just begun. Every moan earned a gasp. The sessions became hotter with each passing moment. A secret craving bloomed in the halls. The gasps of pleasure echoed through the hushed corridors. Baldi's control was absolute. The students desired his attention. This was the true education. No one could resist Baldi's allure. The last gasp was just a prelude for more. The pleasure peak was intense. Each encounter was a symphony of passion. The followers were addicted. Baldi's domain was pure bliss. And the teachings would last all night.