Her whole ordeal was filmed.

As Cicis's orgasm subsided, she became aware of the numerous phones raised in the air, their screens glowing with the light of recording. The realization hit her like a wave of cold dread. She noticed that one of the students was holding his phone in a way that suggested he was livestreaming the entire event. The classroom, which had been a blur of faces just moments before, now came into sharp focus. The students' expressions ranged from excitement to shock, their eyes fixed on her. Madame Dupont, standing at the front of the room, seemed unfazed by the situation, her gaze steady and intense.

As Cicis slowly came back to awareness, her gaze drifted downward, and she was met with the stark reality of the puddle of juice glistening on the floor beneath her. The sight sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of embarrassment and lingering pleasure. The student who had been between her legs now stood, his hand visibly coated with her cum, the sticky liquid catching the light as he raised it to his chest. With a calm, almost practiced motion, he began to wipe his hand across her breasts, smearing the evidence of her orgasm across her skin.

Madame Dupont's voice cut through the heavy silence, her tone steady and composed. "Now, class, I believe we've collected sufficient samples for today's lesson. Each of you has successfully gathered a specimen of Cicis's juices in your test tubes. I suggest you take these samples to your chemistry class later, where you can analyze their chemical properties. This will provide a comprehensive understanding of human biology." With that, she nodded, signaling the end of the lesson. The students, still in a daze, slowly began to pack up, their faces a mix of awe and disbelief.