English class is about to start

As you walk over to your seat to sit down, you look over to the teachers desk. Mrs. Love was sitting behind it. She always was a piece of eye candy, but today, that was topped off. She wore the school uniform -- the skimpy outfit the girls walk around in. She was not that much older than them, 27 as far as you know, so it was definitely not unpleasant to see her.

Her jacket wasn't closed and her tie was only loosely around her neck. Her blouse had 2 opened buttons. Her massive melons were obviously held by a bra beneath, or else they wouldn't be held this firm just by the blouse.

Her skirt was short. Not the shortest you have seen, by far, but it still would pass as a mini skirt and indecent in every normal location. Her socks were so high, they almost reached her skirt, and her look was only complimented by the pair of stiletto heels.

Her usual blonde curly hair was styled into a pair of pigtails. It was also a bit more platinum than before. All in all you had to admit that even if she was not a pupil anymore, she did pull off the naughty schoolgirl look way better than anyone else.

You notice that she is wearing a tablet around her neck, just like the other girls. You are tempted to look at it, but decide to do that after the class. You wonder how a naughty lesson taught by THIS female teacher would be. Was it now the boys turn to be treated badly? Surely not... or?

"Now, lets start," Mrs. Love stated as all heads turned toward her. You realize it is already 2 minutes after the bell. "Now I see we aren't all here yet... so I guess I have to put Paula up for..." as she said the name, the door opened and Paula entered. Kevin was nowhere to be seen, but no one seemed to care. Two other boys were not present as well, so it seemed that male presence was not required in class.

"Oh, Paula, so you did make it. I guess I don't have to..." Mrs. Love started, just to be interrupted by coughing from the last row. You turn to see two guys sitting there alone. You aren't sure who coughed, but it did have an effect on the teacher. After a short break she started again. "I am sorry, Paula, but I already started the lesson, and you arrived late. I have to write you down for being late, sorry." Paula nodded and sat down.

"Wait, that isn't fair!" you hear yourself speaking up, before totally realizing why you did it. Before you can think any further however, you find yourself filled with the confidence that you are doing the right thing. It WAS not her fault for being late. "She was being **** in front of the class, I am sure she would have been here in time if that wasn't the case." You continue as every pair of eyes in class turn to you. The girls' mouths are open wide, panic on their faces. Some guys are looking confused, while others are smiling brightly.

"Ha... ha... really, that is a funny joke, James... but please lets concentrate on the lesson now." Mrs. Love says, obviously with a fake laugh. You realize she is just as scared as the other girls are.

Has no one ever called this out? Do they fear that the system will break? Let's see how well future-me has planned... you think with a little bit of a rebellious attitude towards your future-selfmate system.

"I am not joking. I'm being completely honest, I saw her being **** to lick cum of the floor while..." You continue as Paula interrupts you with tears in her eyes.

"James, what the hell? I thought we got along, why are you doing this?" This surprised you. Sure, being called out like this must be embarrassing for her, but she did it in public just a few minutes ago, so shouldn't she be thankful?

"I... guess... I have to put that down then." Mrs. Love said. "So I wrote that we have a complaint from Paula against Kevin for **** her... Do you have any proof of him **** you, Paula?" She asked without looking up or even sounding interested in the matter.

Paula shook her head. "Of course not. Nothing happened. Please just ignore what James said." Her voice was high pitched now. You realize that whatever you said had a consequence which you had not expected.

"You know I can't do that once a complaint has been made. It looks like I will have to write you down for having made a complaint without any proof... I am so sorry, Paula. Please go to the educational center today after school for detention."

You don't understand everything that is going on so you decide to make use of the one thing "future you" gave you. 'Ask questions and get answers!' After all, this has nothing to do with his, or your, instructions not to spoil anything. The event already happened, and you honestly don't know what is going on.

You lean over to a girl sitting next to you and ask/command her:

"Tell me what she is being punished for and why it was a bad thing for me to report the ****." She looks at you in disgust.
This bad? Really? Then she begins to whisper angrily:

"As you might, or might not as it seems, know, this school has a good image. So we take **** claims seriously... Just the real ones of course. So if a **** claim is made, it is always made in the name of the victim, no matter who actually reports it. So you made a complaint in Paula's name that she had been **** by Kevin." You were about to interrupt her, that you were right with that claim, as she continued.

"A **** complaint is only valid if it is taped. A visual recording is the only method to get a **** claim to go through. And 'to make sure that everyone knows she was innocent' the tape gets copied to every student to watch. Of course the guy would be expelled, but that rarely if ever happens. If the **** claim is invalid, the girl is sent to detention. There she is taught only to complain about **** if she actually is. It is illegal to talk about what actually happens in detention. I haven't been there, so I wouldn't know, but rumors are they show you what a real **** is by doing it. Some other rumors say they do way more, but no one knows for sure, or rather, no one wants to know. You've just **** Paula into that position you bastard." You nod, understandingly.

Guess this system is not as easily disrupted as I first thought, even if it does have its weak points. But I guess those are just part of the plan as well since attacking the system would only be worse for the girls, too.

"So why doesn't she just fight back? I mean, if she was being ****, I would get it, but she licked his cum off the floor without him touching her. Why did she do that?"

The girl you are talking to was starting to talk like a teacher explaining things to a student. She must like this, telling a guy something he doesn't know. It must be rare in this world you now live in.

"Because that would make it a **** claim too. You see, if she goes along with everything, it is considered just having a bit of fun. If she resists or fights back, it clearly is no fun, and therefore, if the action she refused to do was sexual, it must have been **** and is automatically claimed as that on her behalf. So if she says "no" without any video proof of it being **** upon her, she is automatically sent to detention. Some girls prefer that over some of the things boys want them to do. So don't believe you can just do whatever you want." You nod. So its like the school door thing. You can get things, but not everything. But you are pretty sure that just by being in the halls you can get more from a girl than you could for letting her in school.

Then why was that girl earlier today so resistant about going naked? If she was being **** daily, or worse, why would she be worried about walking around here naked? Guess I find that out later you think, as you hear Mrs. Love starting to speak again.

"So, now that this ... incident ... has been dealt with, let us start with the lesson. Please, everyone, repeat after me: 'I have completed my english homework for today." As only the girls spoke after her, you felt stupid for doing so as well. Of course this was just her method of conducting the same homework check Mr. James had performed earlier.
There was no buzzer this time however.

"Alright, great, so let's get started then. Who wants to read their homework to the class?"