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Chapter 31 by Almax Almax

'ELP!

G-grab for something! Anything!

You pat at the ground near you desperately. It's like throwing your wallet and running when there's thieves -- if you can just find something she likes, and throw it away, then she'll run after it and leave you alone!

Instead of the object of your dreams, your fingertips brush something hard on the floor. You're not sure what it is, but it's the only non-mat thing you've made contact with, so it'll have to do! Quickly getting a grip on it as it starts to roll away from you, you lift your arm with all your might to chuck it high into the air!

Unfortunately, from your weird position pinned down on the ground, you can't really throw it that well. It ends up going straight up above the two of you, rather than to the side like you intended, before falling down towards you both at rapid speeds. At least now you can see what it is.... oh, it's one of those wooden training staffs. Probably Cameron's, since he left his right around this spot. This'll really hurt.

Before it really hurts, Professor Phoebe notices the blunt **** weapon hurtling down towards the pair of you (but mostly your head) and acting fast quickly rolls you both out of the way and into safety. She relents on her pinning hold of you as you're taken out of harm's way just in time, the staff impacting the blue mats with a THUD before bouncing about half a metre back into the air from the **** of its landing.

What luck! Before she can pin you again, you scramble up to your feet. She's looking at you with a mixture of shock and concern, about to jump into a lecture about safety at any moment. Eeeeee, scary! To protect yourself from the mean naked lady, you grab the staff up from off of the ground and hold it defensively between the two of you as she gets to her feet as well. Your form's pretty bad, knees bending inwards and bare thighs touching, but it makes you feel better, so that's good.

Professor Phoebe doesn't seem super concerned about you for some reason, even though you're armed to the teeth and probably terrifying right now. She lifts a finger into the air and closes her eyes, the universal sign of "I'm 'boutta school you". No, no lectures, you have to make her cum!

Don't let her talk to you about your mistakes, act!

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