Classroom Vibes

It was a simple, calm, every day kinda vibe in class. Mr. Inui stood at the front of the students, keeping his no nonsense tone as he prattled on about the history of the world. Clouds littered the sky, but it wasn’t a chilly day. A fairly mild temperature outside that may have kept the windows closed but didn’t **** its awareness into your mind. All this to say, most students around me seemed comfortable.

Unlike me.

Fuck my life, I’m boiling in sweat. Stress stress stress, this is what my daily existence has become. I know I’m now biologically predisposed to getting boners all the time, but this is getting ridiculous.

My thoughts were on the outside world because the environment inside the classroom had changed dramatically. The latest reality conversion had changed the school uniform to include tiny silent vibrators for women, who will now get more focused on their tasks the hornier they get. I’d made sure to change underwear to be ‘absorbent’ enough to deal with the pussy leakage, but in my hubris my mind forgot to account for the new heat and smells that would arise from such a change.

There aren’t a ton of women in my class, but there are enough to make it clear from the change how horny they all were. Of course, to the rest of the class, this is normal! A horny smelling class was probably a prideful experience for teachers. The girls having long stopped trying to mask their scents and instead embracing their new lives as horny sluts for knowledge, begging to be lick up every morsel of historical fact.

The other men in the class have also gotten used to it. Ryuji’s not batting an eye at the sexual sauna we were being taught in, and Mishima looks quite bored behind me.

Of course, I’m stressing out for two reasons. The other being, I have the remote to Ann’s vibrator in my hand.

She’s been looking back at me with a blush on her face every few minutes. Not demanding or angry, just curious about if and when I was to use the item in my hand. Her expression is a mix of anticipation, fear, and erotic excitement. Already she’d been warned about looking back a few times by Mr. Inui.

It was just a small white rectangle with a small sliding switch. I’d not adjusted it since I’d been handed the device, so it was still on low (not off). The power of her ultimate pussy pleasure, in the palm of my hand. My thumb felt so trigger happy and twitchy as it rested on the tiny white slider,

I have to make her cum during class… but this still felt wrong in some cosmic sense. Actually being surrounded by others while doing this was making my desire to always keep their head down and in the shadows flair up. But on the other end, making a girl cum in secrecy was certainly a bomb-ass Phantom Thief move.

Gathering my strength, waiting until Mr. Inui had begun a long diatribe about colonial Japan while writing on his blackboard, I moved Ann’s slider slightly up.

“Mm!” She quietly but visibly jumped in front of me. Mr. Inui gave a slight pause to turn to her, but Ann was already staring out the window ‘nonchalantly’. By the time he turned back, she had performed a similar move to shoot me a warning gaze.

Not angry enough to want me to stop, just annoyed that I’d started in such a sudden manner.

Delicately, I increased the slider even more. A shudder creeped across her back, and I heard the slightest of audible inhales from the blonde. Up it went, earning another raspy gasp and shake from the sexy Ann. Being in control of her pleasure in class like this felt incredibly naughty. Obviously I didn’t want to get her in trouble, so there was a balancing act of build up needed, but I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy this.

As I gave Ann a rest, I couldn’t help but realise that, bizarrely, this was probably making her focus more. I could see her writing down more notes about history than I’d ever seen her do before, all while drooling and rubbing her thighs together.

The pussy rubbing was something that was apparently commonplace in this world now. I’d noticed out of the corner of my eyes a couple times that women would now finger their panties when they were struggling to come up with the answers. Or pop a little penis mint to help concentrate. The teacher had absolutely no qualms with this behaviour, in fact he encouraged it! When asked a girl a question that was struggling he asked her to rub herself before answering, getting the correct answer after a few strokes of her hand.

My focus couldn’t last long on the rest of the class though, I still had many more notches to go on Ann’s remote. Her rest was over.

The tiniest of whimpers escaped her lips when I returned her vibrations back to where they’d been. She was good at holding it in–being quiet was a talent of phantom thieves–but even her will wasn’t impenetrable. She’d made it a game. How many noises could I make Ann leak?

The rest of the world faded away as I focused on her. No more teacher questions or quiet scribbles of notepads, all I cared about was watching her body quietly writhe to my whims. The squirming of horny feelings surging up her body as I lowered the intensity then brought it right back up again. Down, up, down, up. Tiny moans and ragged gasps. That back of hers tensing as her arms clenched tightly to her chest.

Yet when her eyes turned back to me, their love heart pupils told me to keep going.

Ann tried to hide from her feelings. She covered her mouth with one of her pigtails, but it wasn’t enough. Clenching at her desk, Ann was clearly near the end of her rope.

All it would take was one… last… push.

“AHN~!!”

The very voluptuous voyeur veered violently into vibrant ventures. Her fingers dove under the table to rub herself, riding her orgasm loudly in the ultimate classroom disruption. I was instantly back in the room, feeling a wave of guilt and shame wash over me as all eyes were on Ann. Her panting and tired form hunched over her desk, shuddering from the aftershocks of her classroom climax.

Mr. Inui was looming over her when she finally stopped seeing stars.

“S-sorry sir… I was just concentrating too hard…”

“...see? Now this is a model student. I expect you all to be as focused as Takamaki.”

After that I left Ann alone. Not because she wouldn’t want more–the girl kept looking back at me with those big heart filled eyes–just that I felt bad. Also I still need, like, an education.

The first couple classes thus went on without much else happening. I had a boner, sure, and there were plenty of girls either rubbing themselves or sucking dick paraphernalia for focus assistance, but other than that it was a regular day at school.

I was ready to get this part of my day over and done with as quickly as possible. The sooner I’m in the Palace and making progress, the sooner Benzaiten will hopefully be out of my life.

Lunch was next, and other than probably needing some assistance cumming I think I could keep the chill times rolling. The bell rung out and all the class began to shuffle around, “Ren! Let’s go to the roof! I need to get you back for what you did to me!”

“I’m sta~arving man. Lunch couldn’t have come at a better time~” Added Ryuji, unfazed by Ann’s weird promises. The three of us together felt nice, and I could see Morgana smiling at me from Ryuji’s bag as we headed out,“Hey, are you gonna get that new Final Fantasy game? I swear they keep announcing more of those-”

“Ren Amamiya,” said Kawakami, interrupting our escape. She was using her best teacher-voice while trying covering the slight blush on her face, “Would you mind staying after class for a moment?”

I looked at my friends, then at her. As much as I wanted to go with them, to keep up appearances I should probably agree… “S-sure…”

“Thank you. This hopefully won’t take too long.” Look, I’ve figured out the pattern to my life, this is gonna take all lunch, isn’t it?

After letting my friends go on without me, I had been asked to sit at the desk in the front. With Kawakami walking around the class to shut every blind and lock the doors for some reason. “They’ll be here any second…” She explained while waiting at the door, looking mighty uncomfortable until a knock finally arrived.

Opening the door and then closing it right back up again, Kawakami had let in two individuals. Ms. Chouno and Ms. Usami, the English and Maths teacher for my year.

Ms. Chouno was the woman from another country, her brownish skin and bright dresses a source of pride for the out of town teacher. A body with curves and a sassy attitude. She knew she looked good and liked to flaunt it to the other male teachers, even if her language barrier occasionally failed her.

Ms. Usami had been described as being rather ‘mousey’ for a woman. Her height was much shorter than the average, coming up to about Kawakami’s chin, with much lesser curves than her compatriots. She was often serious and forthright with her students. A bastion of professionalism amongst the school’s scandals.

Why they were both here was beyond me. Standing on either side of the teacher’s desk, with Kawakami moving behind it, this felt more like a gangster film than a group of teachers…

“So this is the student, eh? I thought he’d have more meat on his bones for what’s wrong with him.”

“E-excuse me?”

“That’s enough, Amanda.”

Kawakami pinched the tip of her nose briefly as the two began to fight. I was still very confused before she finally got on with it, “Ren… look, there’s no easy way to say. I’ll just come right out with it. We need you to pick which one of us to be your personal onahole.”

…

The world rushed to a stop as my blood had no idea where it wanted to go. Fill my cock from the arousing question, or fill my brain to try and comprehend the madness?

“Uh, uhm, uhh… m-may I have more context, please?”

“We’ve been informed by your doctor about your condition, little one.” Explained Ms. Chouno, her sassy hips tilting to the side, “She’s requested you receive regular assistance in ejaculation on campus. The school nurse isn’t here daily, so you need to pick one of us three.”

I waved my hands in defence, “Th-that’s okay! I-I have some girlfriends who-!”

“Relationships between youths are healthy, but students performing such sexual actions on campus is forbidden,” said Ms. Usami while adjusting her glasses.

“That’s right, otherwise we would have just gotten the Onahole club to do it.” ‘Onahole club’? What the fuck is that?!

“Yeah, those girls still have a couple semester’s of after school teaching before they can officially add onahole to their resume.” Kawakami agreed.

Usami’s blush was still very present as she looked away, “If we catch you doing such actions with other students we will have to punish you… so keep it hidden.” She whispered that last part.

“The principal does want to hire an onahole for the male staff members, but in the meantime he’s required to provide you assistance. So he wants you to pick one of us three to… sorry, this whole thing…” sighed Kawakami, apparently coming to her senses that this whole thing-“I’m his teacher, and I’m most familiar with his doctor. I’m the logical pick, you’re just going to pick me in the end anyway, right?”

Ms. Chouno snapped her fingers repeatedly, “Don’t declare yourself victorious to his lusts already, Kawakami! Familiarity is overrated when you could have access to exotic alternatives~”

“Hmph. Men like him would prefer my no nonsense approach. His goal is to ejaculate quickly, and all men want to see those who talk down to them on their knees.”

“The position comes with double pay,” said Kawakami abruptly. It seemed to throw the other two off as they were clearly planning to keep that hidden, turning back to her with scowls before going back to me.

“S-so what if wanking the boy off every day would benefit me? Is that not a better reason than any other? Knowing I am here for you?”

“Kawakami being your homeroom teacher may also be a detriment. She’ll need to interrupt her classes more than either of us, making things inefficient for all the other students.”

“We all teach pretty equally, Miku.”

Ms. ‘Miku’ Usami frowned back at her, a growing tension in the room as the three fought for my attention, “She is responsible for a higher percentage of marking your performance in school. Her grading could also be affected by your sexual proficiency. Stress is a plague on learning, and knowing she could deem you lesser than the other students because you failed to perform to her expectations, does that not cause you stress?”

“I-”

“I wouldn’t grade him badly because of that!”

Ms. Chouno had bridged the gap as the other two fought, sitting on the chair next to me while leaning her ample chest forward. I gulped as I couldn’t help but look down her at her bountiful brown bosoms, seeing the cow print bikini underneath poking out, “I’d only grade you on our time together. If you can moan in English I’ll be sure to give you top marks~”

“I would sit beside your desk ready to assist, if you wished it of me. Perhaps even under the desk, if a pillow was provided.” The other woman explained, sitting on the other seat next to me.

“Ugh, you two…” Sighed Kawakami, shaking her head back and forth, “Look, Ren, this isn’t going to stop unless you pick someone. I don’t even really care if you go with one of these idiots, I just want you not to feel pressured here.”

I looked left, then right, then forwards.

Logical minds would say I should just ask for more time to decide. Maybe figure out some way to make Sophia my official onahole at school, saving my three teachers the hassle. But like… they want it? They’ll get paid? And I still need to check off one last thing for my daily list…

“H-how about a little contest so I can figure out who I want most? Something like, who can teach me something sexy… the best?”

A/N: So, my initial plan was to have Kawakami lead a ‘sexy class’, and I probably will still do that once morals have degraded a little more, but another question entered my mind. Should I add in any new characters to the class?

Currently the known characters in Ren’s classroom are Ann, Ryuji, and Mishima. Obviously with this power and Benzaiten’s influence I could have a slip up where the class is filled with ONLY women, leading to sexier scenarios, but the main question is: who would I add into Ren’s class?

The options are thus:

• A) OCs. New women, maybe some based off the librarian girl or other equivalents.
• B) Other known student aged characters. Futaba, Sumire, and Kasumi are all aged up and could all join the class for example, Hifumi could transfer schools, Haru and Makoto could join as older kids helping out. Then there are other side characters, Sophia could do a Teddie and get a body, Lavenza in a similar vein, anyone from that mobile game I haven’t played. Etc. (ftr, I may still transfer Sumire and Kasumi in anyway.)
• C) Other Persona characters from not P5. Benzaiten could easily get freaky with timelines depending on what is said, and instead of filling it with original characters he grabs Chie, Naoto, Aigis, Mitsuru, and the rest to start filling up classroom spaces. Their backstories would have to be changed, and they’d be only there to have familiarity rather than me coming up with OCs, but still an option.
• D) Other crossover characters that P5 have crossed paths with. Instead of P3/P4, we do stuff like adding in the main four from RWBY (the franchises were in Blazblue CrossTag together) or other Blazblue characters, or Smash Bros, SAO, Dragalia Lost, Love Live, Monkey Ball, AFK Arena, etc. etc. I don’t know a ton of these, but these won’t be main characters anyway, just background characters that will be brought in for sexy fun times when the plot demands it.

Those are the options, let me know if I should mix up the class, and also how!