An awkward few seconds passed in total silence in the principal's office as Hilda laid back on the couch, looking expectantly at you. However after a while when it became clear you weren’t going to look at her breasts, even though she had unbuttoned half of her shirt before you came in she sat back up with an annoyed sigh.

“Well Yanch-can if you think you’re here because you’ve done something wrong you don’t need to worry, you’re not in any trouble. In fact I’ve called you in because I uh…need some help with a…private matter.”She sighed, clearly annoyed at having to admit this.“I uh…need some tips on how to be more attractive for guys your age…"

Hilda chuckled softly, her laughter filled with mirthful mockery. "Oh really? Then what do you suppose could possibly be the issue then?" she asked archly, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "Do tell me oh wise one." The way she said 'wise one', dripping with sarcastic condescension made it abundantly clear just how much she didn't believe his ridiculous excuse.

Hilda narrowed her eyes dangerously, her smile turning predatory. "And exactly what do you mean by that insolent boy?” she growled out lowly, slowly leaning forward in her seat.

A sinister glee crept into her voice as she responded, her tone now cold and calculating. "So my dear little student," she purred, rising from her chair gracefully, each movement seemingly oozing sensuality despite her advanced age, "you would prefer someone who fawns over you constantly, tells you how handsome and smart you are every moment of the day?" Standing mere inches away from Yanch-Can now, she trapped him between her imposing figure and the desk behind him, effectively cornering him. With a wicked twinkle in her eye, she continued, "Isn't that rather boring? Don't you want someone who can give as good as they take?"

Hilda raised an eyebrow quizzically, her expression a mix of curiosity and disdain. "Then perhaps enlighten me child, since apparently I am so utterly lost in these modern times,” she drawled dramatically, taking slow deliberate steps around the desk until she was standing directly above Yanch-Can, towering over him menacingly yet seductively.

The air seemed to crackle with unspoken desire as Hilda considered his words carefully, her gaze locking onto Yanch-Can’s own defiant stare. A devilish grin spread across her face, revealing a set of perfectly maintained ivory teeth. “Young whippersnapper,” she scoffed playfully, reaching down and grabbing hold of his collar roughly before yanking him forcefully upwards until their faces were level with hers. “I’ll show you how someone your age should behave!” she growled huskyly, her breath hot against his cheek. Before he could even blink, she pressed her plump, firm breasts against his chest, nipples rubbing tantalizingly against his bare neck.