Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32150448-20170606192924/@comment-33398500-20171018152811

Somehow, I had the feeling things would work out like this...

As I looked into the door of the class I had been instructed to report to, I tried not to draw attention to myself as I tried to figure out what I should do at this point, after all, I’d heard the principle’s ‘had it up to here with you’ speech a dozen times already, though by now I thought nothing of it, more like it was a little dance they felt obligated to have every time I stepped out of line with my idea of fun.

However, I’d never been sent to a different class before, without even a mention of what the new schedule would be, or of how marks or anything like that would work, though I only considered this more for the sake of my parents’ response than my own curiosity. I was already thinking about how I would introduce my new teacher to the kind of student she was receiving.

Although, looking back in the door again, I started to wonder if she had told me the correct room or not, since a peek inside was enough to tell me that the classroom inside was full of mamono: those monster girls my parents always told me to avoid, and whom I hadn’t had any conversations with at all. They had their own special classes, so it wasn’t really that hard to avoid them, but now...

I had to go check with her again...

I was about to turn on my heel and go back to the office when I saw one of the students with a snake tail, a ‘lamia’ I think, pointing at the window in the door excitedly and saying something I couldn’t quite catch, before every eye turned to me at once in the window, before the door opened, a tall, elegant-looking Hakutaku now looking down at me, saying “Ah, good, we’ve been waiting for our new transfer. Come right in...”

Her voice was sweet, downright consoling despite the lack of context for my situation, something compelling me to step in the door now, though with all eyes on me, the situation was rather embarrassing, “Class, this is Victor... He’ll be studying with us for the rest of the year, so please make sure to make him feel welcome...” this was met by a flurry of excited ‘hello’s or ‘hiya’s and the like, the general mood feeling as if someone was dangling bloody meat in a shark tank.

This was especially accurate considering the age of everyone present: being the only male in a room of hormonal, teenage mamonos was especially nerve-racking for me at the moment. “Umm... hello...” I started, not really sure where to take this from here, wanting to find a seat so I could plan out my first ‘activity’, before the teacher then added “Oh, also, Victor seems to have been a bit naughty in his previous class, so please keep an eye on him for me, we wouldn’t want anyone getting in trouble in this class, right?”

I could already see the grins forming on the various mamono’s faces: they didn’t need her to tell them to keep an eye on me...

“Umm... miss... w-where do I sit...?” I then felt compelled to ask, as the small classroom didn’t seem to have ANY seats available with the rest of the class.

“Where the principle requested me to assign you, right here, dear...” the Hakutaku then gestured, patting a long table with a single chair in the middle of it, right next to her desk. It was strange for a desk, longer than my bed at home and looking like it could take the weight of a small car atop it: what was this for!?

Still bright red from the current attention placed on me, I found myself sitting down quickly and hoping they would stop staring at me. Having people notice you was nice, but this felt like being a sideshow freak!

The teacher, who seemed oblivious to this feeling, then spoke again “Well, Victor, it’s very good that you came to join us at this time of the day, after all, what’s Sexual Education without both sexes to educate?”

“S-s-sex ed...?” I started, having not been paying attention to what the principle said I’d be studying here, “U-um... o-okay...” This was way too awkward! I’d barely spoken to the girls here in my time, and now I had to study sex-ed with this many hormonal mamonos here?! I was starting to get the feeling there was a special reason she was so focused on me at the moment as I placed my bag down and started to draw out a book and paper.

“Oh, you won’t be needing that...” the teacher then said sweetly, now no more than a foot from my chair. “Another reason for your special desk is your special role in the class...” now standing me up in front of the class “Is everyone paying attention?” she asked, not even having to look back, as if the focus on the other students’ faces produced a palpable reaction.

I started to step back as she began to undo my shirt, before she said “Come now, we won’t be able to educate our class if you’re getting so shy...”

<p class="MsoNormal">“W-w-wait, what!?” was all I managed to get out.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do I have to say it outright? You volunteered to be our class’ demonstrator by being such a naughty boy all year...” the teacher then said as if discussing the weather, nodding to the werecat closest to the door, who then locked the door and covered the window.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Now... come back.” She spoke simply, but with an irrevocable authority to her tone.

<p class="MsoNormal">A strange impulse then seemed to come over me, compelling me to listen to her as I walked back to the table, now allowing her to do as she would, demonstrating to the entire class the proper way to have sex with their soon-to-be boyfriends, whoever they might be.

<p class="MsoNormal">Feeling utterly drained by the end of the demonstration with the teacher, I felt something odd entering my mouth, not having noticed the bowl of strange-looking sweets the teacher had on her desk “There’s your reward for doing such a good job...” she then said sweetly before asking the rest of the class “So, who would like to volunteer first?”

<p class="MsoNormal">As I heard a general clamour from the rest of the class, I realized to my shock that this wasn’t over yet! As something in the sweet had brought me back to a state of readiness, I could see the lamia that had first pointed me out making her way to the teacher, who then touched the lamia’s head gently, nodding slightly to the snake-girl as she imparted what she’d learned of me during the demonstration, just before she made her way over to me “My turn, sweetie!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Is this how it was going to be the rest of the year!?