Jessica had always been good in math, but this year things were different. Her teacher, Mr. Kim, had assigned them a project that would test their understanding of the subject like never before. The idea was simple: each student had to prepare a meal for him, and the best one would earn an A+. But there was a catch — the ingredient they had to use in their dish was fresh human excrement, or 'scat,' as Mr. Kim called it.
At first, Jessica was horrified by the idea. She had never even considered eating anything like that before. But as the weeks went by and other students started to flail in their project attempts, she realized that she would have to comply if she wanted any chance of keeping her perfect GPA.
On the day of the final presentation, Jessica arrived at Mr. Kim's office nervous but determined. She had spent hours preparing her dish, a traditional Korean steamboat filled with tofu, vegetables, and lots of fresh rice. The only ingredient missing was the one she dreaded — her own scat.
As she entered the room, she saw that Mr. Kim had prepared the table in front of him. He had placed a bowl of water and a pair of chopsticks in the center, flanked by two plates: one holding her steamboat soup and the other empty except for a small pile of shit.
"Remove your underwear and your panties," he commanded. He didn't specify what she should do with them, so with trembling hands she laid them on the empty plate beside the shit pile.
Jessica didn't want to be the first one, but she could hear the other girls clamoring for their turn. Finally, when there was no more delay, she took a deep breath and hiked up her schoolgirl skirt. She sat on the table, her bare bottom facing Mr. Kim and her freshly shaven pussy just inches from his mouth.
Her heart was racing as she felt him tongue flick over her slit, tasting her arousal mixed with fear. He slurped loudly, and then began to feed her shit. At first, Jessica tried to push it away, but Mr. Kim's gaze was fixed on her, demanding that she take every bite.
As she chewed and swallowed the foul-tasting morsels, Jessica felt a strange sense of power washing over her. It was a perverse form of empowerment, knowing that she was able to please her teacher in this disgusting yet effective way.
Finally, it was time for her to present her dish. She ladled some of the soup into Mr. Kim's bowl, careful not to let any of her own waste mix with his. It was beautiful, steaming hot and fragrant with herbs and spices.
Mr. Kim praised her work and informed her that she had done well enough to earn an A+ for this semester. But as they finished their meal and he excused her from his office, Jessica couldn't shake off the feeling of filth that clung to her skin.
She returned home and frantically scrubbed herself in the shower, washing away both the food and the shame that had been smeared all over her. As she lay in bed that night, she couldn't help but imagine what would happen next semester when math class rolled around again.
