My Female Students Always Want to Throw Themselves at Me

I should never have come to this school a year ago. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have become a teacher. If I hadn't become a teacher, I wouldn't have met her. And if I hadn't met her, I wouldn't be worrying every day about how to make this girl understand that I'm her teacher, not her husband!

“Teacher, I'm hungry. I want to eat something long, hard, and black, and I want some thick white soup, too.”

“...Boss, one order of crispy fried dough sticks and one soy milk, please.”