wurm student

>it's a week until end of semester exams
>your AP class has been making stellar progress since you made your little wager
>return from a staff meeting back to your classroom so you can pack up and go
>asleep on a desk is the quiet wurm that was in danger of flunking the class
>since the wager, she's been turning in homework on time
>even still, managed to improve her grades into the high 70s
>she's currently sleeping on her textbook, with taped pages and an incalculable amount of claw marks on its hardcover
>wake her up since it's past 7 and you'd really like to head home
"No! I need to get smarter so you can be mine for a day."
>you've somewhat regretted that decision, but you've seen the best improvement throughout the school in the last month
>you ask why does she even want you as a slave, reminding her the whole teacher-student relationship would throw sex out the window
>she stands up from the desk
"I want to protect you!"
>you weren't expecting that response, ask her from what
"Succubus or Dark Elf want to do lewd things with you, and they're smarter than I am."
>she wasn't wrong, they were in the top percentile for their grade and had a habit of seducing male teachers
"So I need to get a perfect score so you can be mine first!"
>you don't respond, by now she's running on her emotional outburst and tears are starting to form in her eyes
"I don't want you to get in trouble for sleeping with students too, because you're a good teacher! Even a stupid wurm is taking advanced classes when half the school thinks we should be in special needs."
>again, she isn't wrong
"But the stupid book might as well be written in greek! I don't understand it unless you're telling me what it means!"
>by now she's full-on crying, if anyone was still on campus they'd have heard her
>you instinctively pull her into a hug, muffling her sobs
>she releases the floodgates and you can feel your shirt being drenched with tears
>you assure her you'll be here after class for tutoring, as much as you'd love to catch up on your shows at home
>she simply nods, and mumbles "Thank you" before collecting her belongings and walking towards the bus stop
>without realizing the busses left more than three hours ago
>the ride to her parents' home in your compact car was the most cramped you've been since you decided to road trip for a week to Las Vegas, her wurm tail sticking out of the back windows
>such was life in Monster Girl City