Pervert for Life

’What’s... this sensation?’

Instructor Hera’s eyes locked on Lucas longer than she meant them to.

The single male student sat near the back. His posture was loose, and his expression remained largely unreadable, yet the weight of his stare pressed heavy against her chest, warm and insistent.

Instructor Hera’s thighs pressed together instinctively under the short skirt.

Fresh wetness gathered against the already soaked fabric of her panties, trailing in thin, warm lines down her long, slender legs.

She soon forced her gaze away from him and gripped the edges of the podium until her knuckles whitened.

The lecture had to continue.

As she turned her gaze away from Lucas, she noticed the majority of the girls were staring at her with open curiosity.

The students were watching her every movement closely.

Some looked concerned, while others traded quick glances. None of them had spoken yet, however their gazes filled with skepticism and curiosity was all the instructor needed to understand that her career as an instructor was in jeopardy.

"As I was saying," she began again, trying to calm her voice which was still shaky from her orgasm.

"Mana distribution during skill activation requires constant awareness of the flow paths. If you allow the current to pool in one channel, the skill destabilizes. You must keep the circulation even, or the backlash will—"

Just when Instructor Hera had begun to feel relief, and a little regretful that the finger seemed to have vanished...

She suddenly felt a second invisible finger join the first inside her.

Only then did she realise why her pussy had felt a little full, despite orgasming moments before.

It was clear the finger had never left her slutty pussy.

Both fingers instantly curled at once, pressing hard against her most sensitive spot.

Her sentence fractured into a sharp inhale, however Instructor Hera quickly locked her jaw and kept talking through clenched teeth.

"—or the backlash will damage your own channels. Many novices make this mistake in the first year. They push too much mana at once and end up bedridden for days."

Suddenly, the fingers began slowly sliding in and out of her pussy.

Instructor Hera could even faintly hear the wet squelching of the fingers working in and out of her.

Her eyes widened dramatically and her mind whirled in alarm.

She increased her voice as she continued teaching, trying to hide the lewd noise her pussy was forced to make.

Each gentle and forceful stroke of the fingers dragged across the sensitive ridge inside her, and the electricity returned in soft, irregular sparks against her clit.

Instructor Hera’s legs trembled.

She locked her knees and leaned harder on the podium so the class would not see.

Lucas watched every micro-expression on her face through the 3D holographic display in front of him.

The system’s hologram floated fully detailed before his eyes.

He could see that her body temperature had climbed and her nipples stood rigid.

The soft flesh of her breasts shifted with every shallow breath she took as he increased the intensity of the current flowing through her pussy lips by a fraction.

A thin red glow flickered across the projected nipples as they crackled to life on her erect twin peaks.

Hera’s voice cracked on the next word, however she quickly covered it with a cough and continued, but her hips had begun to move in tiny, involuntary circles against the edge of the podium.

Without realising it she had begun grinding her hips against the fingers, feeling herself approaching her second climax.

’This is wrong,’ Instructor Hera thought internally, ashamed of her actions. ’I’m married. I’m standing in front of thirty students. I cannot—’

Before she could complete her thoughts, the thought quickly died off when the fingers scissored open inside her and the sparks against her clit turned into a continuous low buzz.

Her vision swam and the pleasure rolled up her spine in thick waves.

She could feel her juices sliding down the inner thighs of her legs, and if one looked closely enough they could notice a few drops beginning to gather.

Instructor Hera realised that she needed to leave.

She needed to reach the staff restroom, lock the door, and finish whatever this was before she ruined everything.

"I... I need a moment," she said, forcing a professional smile. "Please review pages forty through forty-five while I step out. There will be questions when I return."

A few students nodded, however most simply watched her.

I watched Instructor Hera leave the classroom with curiosity in my eyes.

Watching her leave I was about to disconnect my connection to her projection when I thought about it, and recalled I’d never really tried it out to see where the limitation in range of my system lay.

Watching the holographic display closely, I began testing out its limits as Instructor Hera walked out of the classroom with measured steps.

Each step forced the invisible fingers deeper into her pussy; she could feel them wriggling inside her deeper than ever.

The buzz on her clit intensified the moment she moved.

However she kept her back straight and her expression calm until the door shut behind her.

She glanced around and realised that the corridor was empty.

She exhaled hard and pressed her palm to the wall for balance, her legs weakening the moment she stepped out.

It took everything she had in her to be able to calmly walk out of the classroom despite her wobbly legs.

After glancing around one more time, she slid her palm underneath her skirt.

Her panties were ruined and the short skirt clung to the dampness between her legs.

Seeing just how wet and drenched she was, she quickly removed her palm from her soaked panties and began walking toward the restroom at the end of the hall.

She increased her walking pace for fear that someone might spot her and her soaked panties in the hallway.

Despite it, she could feel her slippery pussy still being fingered all throughout.

Instructor wondered what exactly the magical fingers were. She couldn’t physically feel them, but they could bring her physical pleasure.

Lost in her thoughts, she soon reached the private stall.

The moment she entered she locked the door, leaned against the cool metal, and shoved her own hand under the skirt.

Her fingers found the soaked fabric and pushed it aside almost immediately with an eager expression on her face.

Two of her own fingers slid into the heat that the invisible ones had already stretched open.

She bit her lips, trying to stifle her moan as she began fingering herself.

This was something she hadn’t done in more than ten years.

Yet here she was, leaving her lecture room and fingering her own pussy like a little whore.

The thought was dark and thrilling.

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