Angie holds a sexy pose and takes off her jacket

"Alright, you needy children of Atua! I'll make a special pose! Just remember: when you pray, don't picture this pose in your head, or Atua will get very embarrassed for you!" Angie conceded. With a big smile, the substitute teacher took to kneeling in the center of the classroom, then placed one hand out to either side, splitting her legs just slightly.

Teruteru noticed that and complained. "Aaaah, Senseiii, I'm not going to feel very inspired at all unless you open your legs wider!" he protested, twirling his chisel in boredom to show he wasn't excited at all yet.

"More? Does looking at my no-no place really help you envision Atua at all? I wonder~" Angie chuckled, but obeyed all the same, spreading her legs wider to show the lap of her bikini underneath her trusty mini-skirt. There were some grumbles from the rest of the class, as they acknowledged that Toko and Teruteru were the only ones getting to see from this position. "Nyahaha! I can see your nose bleeding, but it's just a bikini! That means it's not perverted at all!"

"Yes, yes! Very true! Atua's wisdom!" Teruteru agreed, giving a thumbs-up while he made a show of doing his best to actually chisel something.

"B-B-Bleeding?!" Toko gasped, looking to the side for a moment at the blood running from her classmate's nose, before falling ****, sideways, out of her chair.

The rest of the class looked to Angie in confusion, to see if she was going to do anything about that. She wasn't. "A little sleep might help Toko stop thinking about butts so much!" she joked. The students returned to chiselling as though nothing had happened.

For a bit, the class was content to chisel in peace... until finally, a very loud source of chisel-against-stone quit. This was followed by an upset cry a moment later. "A-Angie-Sensei! Gonta gentleman, so Gonta not wanna say anything... But Gonta sculpture just look like big blob! Cause all Gonta see is the back of jacket..."

Teruteru nearly shot out of his seat, throwing a salute to his fellow classmate, before seizing that opportunity. "Yes! He's right, Ange! I was thinking that too, really! When you sculpt the human form, it shouldn't be all covered up like that! That's like serving an omelette that's fully covered in ketchup, isn't it? It's much more splendid if the ketchup is applied artistically!"

Someone else in the class muttered something like "what kind of five-star cook fixes omelettes with ketchup" while Angie pondered.

"Weeell... I don't know if I necessarily want everyone walking around with sculptures that show that much of me... but this is a special occasion! Ya'll are going all out, so I better do that too!" Angie nodded along, throwing off her coat in a grand flourish. In the background, Gonta, ever the gentleman, scrambled to catch it before it could hit the floor. With this, her swimsuit body was revealed, including her cute, tan back and thighs, still modestly semi-covered by the skirt. "How's this, Gonta? Can ya see better now?" she asked, switching from sitting on her knees to kneeling in a cat-like position, now on all-fours.

Gonta's glasses steamed up a bit as he caught a look at her bikini bottom's back side, peeking out from under her skirt. "Yes... Yes, Angie-Sensei! Thank you, Angie-Sensei!" the jungle-boy agreed, biting back gentlemanly outbursts for the sake of his artistic inspiration. The class busily chiselled away, drawing new energy from Angie's spirited performance.

Of course, the disruptions weren't over yet...