Distract Herself From Them

She wanted to give in, to fulfill that intense joy and pleasure. To relieve herself from all the stress that she's faced so far in life...But she knew that she couldn't. It'd be wrong. It may feel good for a while but eventually it would come back and haunt her. So she choose to distract herself.

She pulled her panties down for a few seconds before pulling her plug out of her with a moan. After wrapping it in some paper towel, she put it in her backpack and sat back down. She'd miss the pleasure from her buttplug but it was time to get to work and start helping her fellow classmates. She quickly started checking her emails and started blushing at the questions and advice people had for her.

The art class desperately needed a nude model and couldn't afford to pay for one after budget cuts.

The swim club was having trouble with students refusing to wear the club uniform because it's 'too revealing'.

A biology teacher was having trouble teaching her students biology and was hoping that a real life model would get them to focus more.

A student's boyfriend wanted her to sit on his face but she's worried about potentially hurting him.

A student's ex decided to sell her used panties as revenge for her breaking up with him. She needs advice on how to deal with the embarrassment.

And so much more.

A few of the emails seemed like they could be normal, but could also be perverted. Makoto couldn't tell if this was just her mind playing tricks on her or not, but it didn't matter. These people needed help and she could do it...Maybe. She was tempted, but was worried about how perverted they sounded. At the very least, she could reach out and talk to them in person before deciding on anything...And if she did decide to help them, would it be too bad?

Being a model for an biology class, for example, could be fun. Whenever the teacher talked about a private part, like nipples, she could point at Makoto's. Part of her knew that she'd basically still be indulging in her kink, but she convinced herself that it was different. That this was about helping people. That she barely had a choice.

With a smile, she sent the first of many replies back to meet up tomorrow and discuss more about their questions and problems.