Continued to do as she'd been compelled.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

While Fuuka's desk provided some concealment of her actions, the soft moans that began to escape her lips, coupled with the rhythmic pumping of her arms and hips, made it plainly obvious to everyone in the room what was going on. Fuuka Yamagishi, the shy, kind-hearted, seemingly pure girl, was actively pleasuring herself in class!

"Yamagishi! S-stop that this instant!" the teacher demanded, though her voice lacked any real authority as the instructor stared, just as awestruck as the rest of the class.

Meanwhile, from the doorway to the classroom, Elizabeth watched in dark satisfaction. This was only fitting punishment for Fuuka's deception, after all.

Fuuka continued to go to work on herself, seemingly oblivious to the room of spectators around her. Thanks to Elizabeth's manipulation, Fuuka saw herself in her dorm room, perfectly secluded. She was a teenager, and teenagers had hormones to take care of, after all. What she was doing was perfectly natural, and nothing to be ashamed of.

Nothing to be ashamed of, that is, so long as it wasn't being done in front of a crowd.

As if Fuuka's situation couldn't get any worse, the entire room watched intensely as-