Pervert for Life

The moment Calista vanished the sparring field fell into a thick, awkward silence.

Students stood frozen in small clusters, staring at the empty space where their instructor had been only a few seconds earlier.

A few exchanged quick, confused glances.

"Did the instructor use a spatial skill? Why?" one of the girls asked puzzedly, confused that instructor had seemingly vanished for no reason.

No one had ever seen instructor Calista simply disappear mid-lesson before.

The surprising situation left the students feeling baffled.

Ivory remained where she had collapsed to her knees, her chest rising and falling too fast, while her school uniform skirt still damp and heavy with her musky scent filled the training ground.

The thick imaginary cock was gone for the moment.

I had pulled it free the second Calista left, leaving Ivory empty and twitching, her soaked panties clinging to her swollen pussy lips that still fluttered from the aftershock of her orgasm.

Fortunately the girls were occupied with thoughts of instructor Calista, and no one paid much attention to her, if not they would have noticed the mess Ivory had become.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Ivory decided to take the chance to recover her bearing.

She pushed herself upright with visible effort, her legs still unsteady, and forced her expression back toward something resembling composure, however the flush on her cheeks refused to fade due to the arousing situation.

After waiting for a few minutes, with no sign of instructor coming back, the students guessed that she had likely vanished due to an emergency.

They exchanged glances with each other and without further delay, filed back into their classroom.

Ivory walked at the back of the group, so no one would notice the wetness that continued trailing down her thighs.

Fortunately, using an artifact she had, her skirt was already getting dried up.

However she knew it would take a longer time for her soaked panties, filled with her slippery juices, to dry off completely.

She took her seat near the front the moment she entered the classroom, spine straight, as her hands folded tightly in her lap.

Every shift of her thighs made the wet fabric of her panties rub against her still oversensitive pussy lips.

She kept her gaze fixed on the desk, refusing to look at anyone.

I glanced at Ivory through the corner of my eyes and waited for her to sit down with a composed, relaxed expression before pushing the cock back into her, causing her pussy lips to part slightly as the cock made its way into her pussy.

I would never have enough of teasing this girl.

Ivory gasped as she sensed her pussy lips part once more and the familiar, invisible cock enter into her pussy.

She was starting to get used to the sensation of the invisible cock appearing at random to pry her pussy lips open and insert itself without her consent.

As the cock sank deeper, spreading her walls until the thick shaft was fully seated inside her cunt, the head resting heavy against the softest point of her, Ivory’s previously dried-up skirt was beginning to get dampened once more.

Her thighs pressed together hard under the desk, however the movement only trapped the length of the cock more tightly between her smooth, slender thighs.

Ivory bit the inside of her cheek and stared harder at the empty board at the front of the room, feeling the cock slowly invade her wet hole.

As the thrusts grew increasingly deeper, her breathing turned shallow and a faint sheen of sweat gathered at her hairline.

"Ivory? Are you alright? You seem exhausted." Aria smoothly shifted into the seat beside Ivory and asked curiously, noticing the expression her friend had on her face.

"I’m fine... just exhausted after my fight with the instructor." Ivory lied smoothly, and forced a smile in Aria’s direction.

Aria glanced at her in confusion and her nose twitched as she picked up a strange scent intermingled with her friend’s familiar perfume, being emitted from her.

"You sure?" she asked to confirm and Ivory quickly nodded then picked up a book beside her and pretended to read.

The other students were still whispering about Calista’s disappearance in the background as different speculations concerning the situation was being discussed by the girls.

Noticing Ivory trying to pretend as though everything was normal as Aria stared at her, I smirked internally then jolted her pussy lips with electricity.

"Ah..." Ivory gasped, and a startled expression appeared on her face before it was quickly masked into her previous calmness.

She could also feel the sensation of something akin to a mouth sucking on her boobs.

Ivory was as shocked as she was aroused by the situation.

Aria continued staring at her friend, wondering what Ivory was trying to hide from them.

She couldn’t have imagined that Ivory was trying her best to tighten her legs, so her pussy would make less lewd noise.

If she left her legs parted, the squelchy sounds of her pussy being fucked by the invisible cock would fill the classroom.

Her thighs shook so hard the chair creaked a little and her juices soaked through her panties completely and ran down the insides of her legs in thin, visible trails that disappeared into her socks.

Suddenly, the classroom door opened.

An older instructor stepped in with a natural expression on her face as she glanced at the students.

"Instructor Calista has asked me to inform you all that today’s remaining lessons are cancelled. You are dismissed. Collect your things and leave in an orderly fashion."

The moment the instructor finished speaking, the students exchanged glances with each other and the murmurs increased even more.

However they didn’t disobey the instructor in the slightest.

Chairs scraped and the students rose with relieved or still-confused murmurs.

Bags were grabbed as the low rush of conversation filled the room as everyone began to file toward the exit.

Ivory stayed seated a moment longer, still trembling due to the cock buried inside her pussy.

She waited until all the girls had exited the classroom, and only when her friends kept urging her did she finally force herself to stand.

Her skirt clung to her thighs as she stood, her wetness clearly visible.

Her every step produced a soft, wet friction she could feel with humiliating clarity.

"Cough..." she heard the sound of throat being cleared and turned around in my direction.

Her eyes widened soon after and a look of shock appeared in her gaze.

She’d forgotten that I existed.

She brushed that thought soon after as she realised I had seen her in such state.

Noticing my gaze on her completely soaked skirt, she could tell I’d seen everything.

"Shhh... if you tell anyone." Ivory’s movements were graceful and like a blur as she appeared in front of me and placed her slender fingers in front of my lips.

Her eyes hardened as she stared at me with a mixture of surprise, mortification and... sudden arousal?

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