For now, your mind remains whole.

Another day, another equation. Or several, and some graphs. Fucking graphs... well, hopefully this'll all come in handy one day. For now, you step out of the classroom with the rest of your classmates, stretching your limbs, and adjusting your crotch, your underwear having ridden up on you during the over hour long class. You walk as you do so, debating on walking the campus for a few hours, or just heading home. Distracted both mentally and physically, you step around a corner, hoping to slip out of sight for a second.

Seeing no one, you quickly reach behind you, pulling up your hoodie slightly to adjust your panties, trying to be quick. Your eyes widen as you hear a chuckle, before you feel your panties get yanked up, drawing a surprised squeak out of you. Your hands fly to your ass, and your head whips around, seeing one of the sports stars on campus holding your stretched silk in one hand, and a phone in the other.