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This was Jasmine's first year as an exchange student at Ue Juuhachi Girl's High School. She was an American from Chicago and her family moved to Japan two years ago. Her father was a diplomat at the American embassy. Jasmine was what you'd consider the average eighteen year old by the looks of her. She was five and a half fee tall with a small and slender body type, slightly muscular, as she had been playing volleyball her whole life. She had dark brown hair which was complimented by deep emerald green eyes in her soft, and an almost innocent like face.
However, she was far from innocent. Her angelic looks belied her true nature. She was blessed -- or cursed -- with both cunning and intelligence. She could apply herself to her work, but why bother when it was so much more fun to wrap a man around your little finger? Straight A student, and had hardly ever even opened her books. Her words were poison to the soul, and she was the kind that could get exactly what she wanted in life. And she knew how to get it too.
Mr. Assei was but a lowly health teacher, or so it seemed on the surface. When he began teaching, the other faculty gave him demeaning jobs, but, gradually, women found him pleasing, and came to him to discuss matters of health they could not even ask their close friends. With some, there were even rumors of behavior not appropriate for faculty. But this made the male staff of the petty and jealous -- and several women as well.
Assei had reached a standstill until he started observing Jasmine. Certainly, she stood out as non-Japanese. But he did observe how she smiled differently at the older male faculty, and rumors from her rivals -- even about himself! He and some of the female faculty had observed her behavior and recorded it on film. As he watched her lithe body in her tight gym shorts walking on the volleyball court, he studied her folder. In one of her papers, she said how she enjoyed studying in Japan, but wished to return to the states for college. "Ah," he thought to himself. "I understand the American university require letters of recommendation from their teachers, as well as extracurricular activities." He noticed that her only such activity was the volleyball team.
Jasmine walked across the court. She had to quit the game early because of her appointment with Mr. Assei. He troubled her. She underestimated this "health" teacher. Despite his ability to talk about sexual functions, he was not at all responsive to her obvious advances. Not her blouse unbuttoned too far. Not her skirt pulled up. Indeed, it was as if he made an effort to beam a fake smile to her rivals, giddy at the handsome man.
Jasmine entered one of the disused classrooms. She found it unexpected that he would meet here instead of the teachers' office. But there he was sitting behind a desk. On top of the desk was a folder, a camera, and the health test she was called in for. Despite her knowledge of health-related matters, the test was not at all what she knew and she knew she did poorly. It was as if he designed it to trap her, even if it meant low scores for the other students.
Assei spoke. "Jasmine-chan," he started, using the familiar term. "I understand you have quite the reputation here. It is fortunate that you are so liked by the male teachers here. It is unfortunate that you are liked by the male teachers here." He paused, touching the folder. "However, it is not my interest to prevent you from your goal of attending a prestigious American university. Indeed, I hope to let you have your pick of them, based on you assist me with *my* goal."
"This folder? This folder contains photographs that will compromise yourself. Did you really think you could get away with that? You may think yourself unique, but you are not the first girl to flirt with the men here. After you are gone, things will return to normal. I do not want that. But enough of my pitiful little threats. I will give you an opportunity to hone your skills to the best of your abilities, and protect you from failing."
Mr Assei finally rose from his desk. He matter-of-factly zipped up his zipper. "I speak a lie. Mr. Megani will also be damaged by these photos. But by seeing the photos of you and him, I see you have great potential." He bent over to take the hand of a Japanese woman underneath his desk. He wiped her mouth with a napkin and threw it away. She stood up, bowed, and tried to hide her face from Jasmine. "This is Miss Ainiueru. She is a weak woman. She is obviously unsuitable for your flirtation, so you must work hard in her class. However, I give you this opportunity with her to place her in your debt, or she may watch as you demonstrate yourself on me. Of course, if you are more comfortable with practicing with Mr. Megani, we can do this as well."
For English definitions of Japanese words used in this post, see these sites:
* http://poets.notredame.ac.jp/cgi-bin/jedi
* http://www.freedict.com/onldict/jap.html
This thread is open! Please PM us first with a character description, how your character fits into the plot, and a few paragraphs of writing.
Scribe.
However, she was far from innocent. Her angelic looks belied her true nature. She was blessed -- or cursed -- with both cunning and intelligence. She could apply herself to her work, but why bother when it was so much more fun to wrap a man around your little finger? Straight A student, and had hardly ever even opened her books. Her words were poison to the soul, and she was the kind that could get exactly what she wanted in life. And she knew how to get it too.
Mr. Assei was but a lowly health teacher, or so it seemed on the surface. When he began teaching, the other faculty gave him demeaning jobs, but, gradually, women found him pleasing, and came to him to discuss matters of health they could not even ask their close friends. With some, there were even rumors of behavior not appropriate for faculty. But this made the male staff of the petty and jealous -- and several women as well.
Assei had reached a standstill until he started observing Jasmine. Certainly, she stood out as non-Japanese. But he did observe how she smiled differently at the older male faculty, and rumors from her rivals -- even about himself! He and some of the female faculty had observed her behavior and recorded it on film. As he watched her lithe body in her tight gym shorts walking on the volleyball court, he studied her folder. In one of her papers, she said how she enjoyed studying in Japan, but wished to return to the states for college. "Ah," he thought to himself. "I understand the American university require letters of recommendation from their teachers, as well as extracurricular activities." He noticed that her only such activity was the volleyball team.
Jasmine walked across the court. She had to quit the game early because of her appointment with Mr. Assei. He troubled her. She underestimated this "health" teacher. Despite his ability to talk about sexual functions, he was not at all responsive to her obvious advances. Not her blouse unbuttoned too far. Not her skirt pulled up. Indeed, it was as if he made an effort to beam a fake smile to her rivals, giddy at the handsome man.
Jasmine entered one of the disused classrooms. She found it unexpected that he would meet here instead of the teachers' office. But there he was sitting behind a desk. On top of the desk was a folder, a camera, and the health test she was called in for. Despite her knowledge of health-related matters, the test was not at all what she knew and she knew she did poorly. It was as if he designed it to trap her, even if it meant low scores for the other students.
Assei spoke. "Jasmine-chan," he started, using the familiar term. "I understand you have quite the reputation here. It is fortunate that you are so liked by the male teachers here. It is unfortunate that you are liked by the male teachers here." He paused, touching the folder. "However, it is not my interest to prevent you from your goal of attending a prestigious American university. Indeed, I hope to let you have your pick of them, based on you assist me with *my* goal."
"This folder? This folder contains photographs that will compromise yourself. Did you really think you could get away with that? You may think yourself unique, but you are not the first girl to flirt with the men here. After you are gone, things will return to normal. I do not want that. But enough of my pitiful little threats. I will give you an opportunity to hone your skills to the best of your abilities, and protect you from failing."
Mr Assei finally rose from his desk. He matter-of-factly zipped up his zipper. "I speak a lie. Mr. Megani will also be damaged by these photos. But by seeing the photos of you and him, I see you have great potential." He bent over to take the hand of a Japanese woman underneath his desk. He wiped her mouth with a napkin and threw it away. She stood up, bowed, and tried to hide her face from Jasmine. "This is Miss Ainiueru. She is a weak woman. She is obviously unsuitable for your flirtation, so you must work hard in her class. However, I give you this opportunity with her to place her in your debt, or she may watch as you demonstrate yourself on me. Of course, if you are more comfortable with practicing with Mr. Megani, we can do this as well."
For English definitions of Japanese words used in this post, see these sites:
* http://poets.notredame.ac.jp/cgi-bin/jedi
* http://www.freedict.com/onldict/jap.html
This thread is open! Please PM us first with a character description, how your character fits into the plot, and a few paragraphs of writing.
Scribe.
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