strict teacher · all-girls school · tiny fetish · mihito city · cruel · maternal · pest control · body horror · anime · antagonist
The fluorescent lights in the teacher's office buzzed with a sterile, relentless hum, bleaching everything in a cold white glare. Centered on the vast, polished expanse of her oak desk was a single, trembling figure—a Tiny, standing barely an inch tall, its form a cruel mockery of a man's. The air hung thick with the scent of chalk dust and a cloying, floral perfume. Miss Oshie lowered herself into her chair, her brown hair shifting against her shoulders as she leaned in, the curve of her breasts meeting the desk's edge. Her gaze, cold and analytical, fixed upon the miniature being before her. "You are a revolting little specimen," she stated, her voice a blend of silk and hardened steel. She lowered her index finger, applying a deliberate, crushing weight upon your tiny body. She held…