(Sarah's POV)
My pants were getting wet.
Seated in the arena, surrounded by students, I felt the urge to spread my legs and put myself on display.
But I held back. It would be embarrassing, given my status, so l settled for rubbing my thighs together, trying to absorb the wetness before it could trickle down my legs.
But that only made wet even more.
Why? Because being in public, especially with a particular soone stealing more glances than usual at , set on fire. The tension, the thrill, and the possibility that l could be seen doing naughty things sent a wave of ecstasy through .
This was my fetish. Exhibitionism.
Sex itself wasn't enough. Foreplay, intimacy, pleasure—it all felt... dull. I rarely reached orgasm that way. Even as an A-rank hunter, personally hired by the kingdom to teach at Eldoria's prestigious academy, nothing could truly distract from my own twisted desires. If anything, my position was a lifeline, keeping from indulging in temptations that could ruin .
Because if I had too much free ti... I'd do sothing reckless. Like walking naked in public.
I just know it—exposing myself that way would give massive orgasms after orgasms. Sotis, I tested my limits and walked around in nothing but a skirt, without pants on, feeling the moisture of the fresh air brush through my pussy. It made horny as hell.
I had a husband—an A-rank hunter and noble from Zephandria. But, of course, since mkst n are weak, an A-rank like himself wasn't mine alone. There were over fifty of us, all bound to the sa man, each waiting for our turn.
So won longed for their night with him. But to ? It was just another obligation, another routine.
Because I needed more.
Not romance. Not exclusivity. Not even sex.
I needed to spread my legs and let a stranger feast their eyes on . I needed a stranger's hungry, curious, and shocked glances to consu whole. That was what truly aroused .
But in this world, I was Sarah, the esteed teacher of Eldoria's academy. Society demanded diligence, grace, and discipline from .
So I gave them what they wanted.
I walked with poise. Spoke with eloquence. Played the role of a respectable woman.
And hid the truth.
The truth that beneath my carefully crafted mask, I was just a bitch, a naughty badgirl who enjoyed showing off her body to random people and tease them.
But today, for the first ti in years, l was having trouble hiding that kinky side of .
Because of him.
That brat!
I'd caught him stealing glances at , particularly my big boobs in class. I thought he was just a perverted little boy and brushed it off. But then he got himself into trouble, and l thought, he'd be really done for.
But to think he'd stand up against Hilary Martinsville, a true prodigy and one of the strongest students in our kingdom? I was shocked.
But not only that.
He gazed at again.
Not an ordinary gaze. It was like he was boring into my very soul, like his re eyes could see beyond my clothes.
That made aroused. And the confident smirk on his face just made it worse. I... felt the urge to just take off my sweater and show him my big jugs.
I wanted to spread my legs and show him my itchy, dripping, shaved pussy. And see how he'd react. I longed to see the shocked look on his face like most virgin boys. They tend to instantly get aroused even from seeing my thighs, and teasing such people was also one of my weird fetishes.
"So, who is the winner of the duel?" Asher asked. I barely registered his words.
It wasn't what he said—it was his eyes that held captive. I stood frozen beside the principal, letting her handle the conversation while I remained silent, stiff as a statue.
But I couldn't take it anymore. I had to leave before anyone noticed the slick heat between my thighs or the way I kept pressing them together, trying to ease the unbearable sensation.
"Excuse ," I muttered to the principal, turning to leave. But before I did, I stole one last glance at him.
I frowned in irritation. This was his fault. If not for him, I wouldn't be in this ss. Scoffing, I spun on my heel and walked straight to the restroom.
The mont I stepped inside, I slamd the door shut behind and sank onto the floor, leaning against it. I stretched my legs open, and—
"Holy shit."
Even my skirt was soaked. I had never been this wet in my entire life.
I scrambled to my feet, grabbed a handful of tissue, and desperately tried to wipe away the evidence.
But the more l tried wiping myself, the more stimulated my pussy got. There was no easy way to get out of this situation. The best l could do before everyone was back from the arena was have a quick masturbation session.
I sank to the floor and spread my legs like crazy, then dipped my fingers deep into my cunt.
"So wet!" I exclaid silently as l saw my fingers slid inside of with ease, thanks to how slippery l was, scratching off that itchiness buried deep inside of .
I squeezed my eyes, and tried to concentrate on making myself cum fast, but the only thing that ca to my mind was....
His gaze.
Dammit! What's up with that kid?
I found myself wondering—if just his gaze from a distance could get this wet, what would happen if I were naked in front of him, legs spread, letting him see every inch of ?
I'd lose my mind.
And yet, my brain kept replaying that forbidden fantasy over and over again. Before I knew it, I reached one hell of an orgasm. I jerked, l trembled, l let out silent moans.
By the ti I ca back to my senses, the floor beneath was damp with my slick pussy juices, as if I had lost control entirely.
This was a ss.
I was a ss.
Shaking, I stood up, pulled on my soaked underwear, and hurried to clean the evidence of my sex scum.
What kind of teacher fantasizes about her student like this?
I'm a failure.
I can only hope this madness never happens again—especially with the week-long training camp coming up in the forest.
I'll just have to avoid that brat at all costs.
I can do at least that much.
Right?
Tbc
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