A Class Deliquent

Rayse was the school deliquent. He arrived late to classes, constantly found loopholes in the dress code, and most important was a pervert to those at his school. That especially applied to his teacher, Sarah. She was one of the most gorgeous women he's ever seen. He wasn't even close to the only one that thought so.

Her class was the only one that he ever bothered to attend on time. Not to learn or show respect, but to perv on her. Whenever she walked past him in class, he would give her butt a slap or a grope. The only reason he wasn't kicked out of the college or the class yet was because his family was rich. The college was more than willing to have one teacher stay uncomfortable if it meant they kept being bad.

The groping and spanks happened enough times that Sarah started to avoid walking past him in class and would blush whenever she saw him in the hall. Rayse loved the impact he was having on her, but was still left feeling disappointed. He couldn't grope her as much anymore and even if he could, then what? Groping is fun and all, but he wanted more. His dream would be to one day fuck her and get married, but he'd settle for just fucking her.

He heard of abstractions that could help it happen. Abstractions that would create obedient clones of his teacher. Sadly, he hasn't met any of them yet. With a sigh, he left the locker room. Stealing girl's panties was fun, but he couldn't get Sarah out of his mind. Smelling another girl's panties while thinking about her, just made him feel depressed. He wished it was her panties in his hand.

Then, he walked up the stairs and almost fell right back down when he saw his teacher standing there. Naked. A blindfold on her. She looked like she was making a porn video. Like her boyfriend thought some bdsm exhibitionism would be fun and left her in the middle of the hall.

Quickly, he ran forward and started groping her bare breasts. They felt so soft and big. It had to be an abstraction. There was no way his prudish teacher was this big of a slut. If it was an abstraction, then the rumors were right. It did an excellent job at recreating her body. He never seen her naked before, but this is how he imagined her looking.

"I gotta fuck this~" He mumbled.

"No!" She quickly yelped. Rayse almost jumped back in surprise. Was that normal for abstractions to talk? Or was it really her? It sounded like her. Even the yelp and blush on her face reminding Rayse of her reactions to him spanking her.

"P-Please, help me get dressed and get these handcuffs off me! O-Or help me get outside. I-I was teleported up here and had my outfit turned into...t-this! S-Some kinda voice said it'd put me back to normal once I outside. I-I think an abstraction happened to me..."

So she was the real Sarah... A smirk grew on Rayse's face.