Give the head cheerleader some help

"I wish Kana had exactly what she needed to put Mr Visser in his place."

Kana's phone buzzed. She pulled it out and looked at the message, then smiled, all her confidence returning. She slapped the teacher's hand away from her shoulder and said, "Okay, that's enough of that."

Mr Visser looked pissed. "Young lady, if that is your attitude, then you're going to have to-"

He stopped abruptly as Kana showed him the picture on her phone. Alana walked around to look over his shoulder. The picture showed Mr Visser peaking into the girl's bathroom and rubbing his crotch.

Kana put her delicate, perfectly manicured hand on the much larger teacher's chest and shoved him away from her. He was too stunned to resist and stumbled backwards. She said, "I might be able to convince my friend not to send this to everyone in the school, but it won't be easy. Maybe you can think of something to make it worth the effort?"

The older man gulped hard. "I'll... I'll give you that A+."

"You'll give me the grades I deserve from now on!" said Anna. "And you'll keep your hands to yourself, asshole!"

Kana put her phone away and walked out. Since Mr Visser still couldn't notice Alana, she decided to stay a second and see how he reacted. She expected him to break down and cry, but instead he looked angry. It was like he thought he was the victim! So Alana said, "I wish that from now on, he can't get hard or cum unless he's alone and thinking about Kana. Maybe that will keep him from doing this to anyone else."

As she walked out, she looked back at the teacher one more time. "I also wish that he had to masturbate six times a day." She smiled as his look of anger changed to ****, frustrated need.

When Alana walked out of the room, Kana turned around and saw her. "There you are! Come on, we're going to be late for our next class."