I don’t get to Ms. Lia’s until after lunchtime.

1:03PM
The Lia Residence

She doesn't feel the stray drips of water as they merge softly into her soaked locks of hair, nor does she benefit from the calm of the bath she sits in. Sitting bare in a filled tub, her form as warped by the water’s surface as it had been by invisible demons, Sophia Lia just tries to enjoy what used to relax her: a soak in the hottest water her heater could create. What remains unwelcome are the tingles that even now run through her and the unmanageable sensitivity that perpetuates their current. It was all somehow thanks to her... student.

In her mind, she had almost identified David as something else… something superior or mastering of her, not merely a **** to be feared by his borrowed authority from Hatts but as something to be, dare she think it, obeyed. Sophia's mind rejects the notion consciously… but it's denial on every front, and that notion always creeps back into her thoughts, that terrible notion of being mastered by a sex-obsessed manchild incapable of graduating on time. The Lia name cannot be brought so low. It must not.

The water was already foggy thanks to the ever-flowing lactations from her absurd chest. There was a brief reprieve... of a sort... when her breasts only lactated when David came to drain them, but now the mere **** of gravity was apparently enough to take from her a constant flow. Worse still, she can't even wear bras, shirts, or even towels on the upper-half of her body, leaving her walking through her house carrying a towel just below her navel to catch all the run-off from her swollen nipples. How would she manage this at school? How would she manage being half naked at school?! Sure, these physical conditions were accepted as normal for her and everyone else... but that didn't mean she could just run around a high school like this! The conundrums aren't hers to solve, at the end of the day: she has to go to work once school opens again, and so the school administrators will have to figure it out along with the rest of their damage control.

Sophia sighs and unplugs the tub. David has left her alone until now, at least, and the quiet rage of her sex drive was manageable while he was gone... and unheard. She had troubled sleep thanks to the punishment setting her body on fire every time a sheet brushed her chest or crotch, and even now she wonders if dozing in the drained tub would not be her best option. She just needs a little... shut-eye... just enough to get her footing and... overcome-

SOPHIA LIA
Feed Me (Sexual fluids orally consumed by her invigorate and arouse for 3 hours.)
Good News Everyone (Ejaculations in her ass invigorate and arouse her for 24 hours.)
Never Leave Home Without It (She has to wear a sex toy whenever she wants to put on clothes.)
TOTAL COST: 38 gems. OK? Purchased!

Sophia doesn't realize the changes that just occurred in her... but she feels wrong, or perhaps a sense of foreboding, and this terrible omen is followed by the doorbell ringing its pleasant tune... a terrifying scream in the silence, now. Sophia does not have visitors these days, not unless they're linked with the new **** in her life. Her body leaps up with excitement she can't explain away; she accepts that it's reacting to David's mere presence now, and she knows it's David, it has to be. She towels herself off--an annoying, **** haste to drying her tits or upper-body at all given she cannot be caught "wearing" anything over them-- and holds the towel wide under her as she squirts lactations into it with every bounding step. She doesn't bother getting a skirt on; she already knows what's going to happen to it, and her thighs become moist again as she nears the door. Damn you, David Haines, she bitterly declares only ever in her mind as she cautiously opens the door to reveal none other than her orgasmic creditor...

... and a black, plastic bag bulging and nearly tearing at the seams with some collection of sex toys, harnesses, and... rope? His other arm loops around what looks like a blue tarp and cradles a box showcasing some expensive-looking headphones. What the Hell is all this for? What does he want now?

Dave wears an earnest smile as he sends her body quivering with naught but a greeting. She barely registers what he says before he lets himself in and closes the door, preserving her decency from the public eye.

If only she knew for how briefly.

"You've still got that laptop in the back, right?"

She grunted as he spoke arousal into her body, multiplied again and again thanks to his inexplicable power to excite her. "Y-Yes," she barely manages.

Dave only smiles and heads towards her study. Like a whipped dog, she quietly follows.

Lia Household, 9:03 P.M.

DAILY BOUNTY COMPLETE! 100 GEMS AWARDED.

GEMS: 271/300

SOPHIA LIA
Orgasm Debts, Advanced: Loan Shark Rates (Debt accrues 10% interest every day.)
TOTAL COST: 250 gems. OK? Purchased!

GEMS: 21/300

In the end, I managed to be careful enough to avoid disaster with a few texts and a discreet bit of video editing.

Sitting in my teacher’s kitchen and enjoying an orange (just for taste) as I now am, the livestream feed that's recording in Sophia's bedroom can’t see or hear me at all. The webcam on Ms. Lia’s laptop can absolutely see her, of course, as well as the sheet-covered tarp on the bed she’s presently laying on in her current predicament. I swap from Custom Girls now and again just to make sure the stream’s still running, and there I see her, spread-eagle, bound up to the posts of her bed, toys plugging her holes and headphones bound to her head with a looping recording of my voice saying enough filth and degrading language to get me expelled in normal circumstances.

But as she quivers and bucks in perpetual bliss, hearing nothing but my vicious loop and feeling nothing but the vibrations of toys on their second round of batteries, I think anyone can appreciate these are not normal circumstances. I look the video over and appreciate the high-definition feed's ability to capture the quiver in her thighs as she violently comes, the occasional, airborne squirt of milk from her colossal udders, the drool from either corner of her mouth, the tears of bliss, the redness in her face, and the occasional, babbling tongue that slips from her mouth as she tries to interrupt her cries of rapture. I hadn't said an intelligible word to her in two hours that wasn't part of my degrading audio recording, nor did she need so much as a finger from me to keep on this way.

In total, a baker’s dozen of videos have slipped into the porn archives and crevices of the internet beyond Sophia’s OnlyFans account (created today, by me) where they were all originally posted for free. My hand occasionally slipped into view in those first amateurish takes, and I had to mosaic-blur my face a couple of times, but luckily Ms. Lia had spared no expense in prepping a dreamboat of a laptop for video-editing. It’s hard to imagine she knew how to use all this software, but she admitted as much as well as her earlier ambitions to teach courses online or provide videos to go with her theses prepared on certain French literature.

I’m sure she didn’t intend for a horny 19-year-old to turn it into her porn platform, but here we are. I savor the light sting of another slice of orange on my tongue as I check my bank account.

BALANCE: $82,824.82

I’ve almost doubled my money in a quarter of a day- wait, no , subtract the time it took to learn enough about her software to get the videos right and it really took just 4 hours or so. The media discussions about the “inappropriate” teacher caught on video were dying out until they re-exploded with the news of her incredibly tasteless pursuit of wealth and fame by opening an OnlyFans.

Tasteless, of course, in how crazy fucking effective it has proven to be. It turns out that even though the original video could turn anyone on just by hearing it, people ultimately still wanted variety, got bored, and stopped hitting her video up for its inevitable efficacy on their libido. I chalk it up the effect of her voice being "normal" and, like all normal porn videos, wearing its welcome. But now that Sophia’s going “pro,” well… the OnlyFans emails are already congratulating us on the first million views. Most of them are pretty rote presentations--various positions with toys, her voicing her bliss loudly, and more than a few with my cum leaking out of her holes--but that change-up was enough to make the start of her porn career an absolute success.

Thinking to how constant I kept her orgasms, I check the Custom Girls app for Sophia again just to ensure they're all still being credited to me.

SOPHIA LIA ORGASM DEBTS: David Haines (8,136), Alice Haines (1,219)

Sorry, Alice, you've got some catching up to do... especially now that we're getting interest. That's over 800 every day without lifting a finger... and growing every minute. But as I gloat over my high score, another pop-up jumps at me.

A new achievement pillar has been revealed!

ADEPT OF ARTIFICE
Cause 10,000 orgasms via sex toys or other non-human objects: COMPLETE! 100 GEMS AWARDED!
Cause 20,000 orgasms via sex toys or other non-human objects: 10,014/20,000. 200-GEM AWARD.

GEMS: 121/300

I blink at the new pillar... and shake my head. It starts at 10,000?! Then again, it's clearly counting the orgasms going on the world over... I mean Sophia got a few thousand in, sure, but hardly 10,000. Her videos must be inspiring lots of folks to bust out the fleshlights and vibrators... but man, 10,000? At that rate I won't see the title until I get a million. I scroll through the pillars to appreciate all the iron rods I've acquired and, as I check it twice, the fact that there's only half a dozen hidden pillars left. Maybe they're also locked behind crazy-high numbers for the first reveal.

As my mind wanders to the thought of going back in there and "refreshing" Sophia by coming down her throat once more, I can't help but sigh in satisfaction. Leona and Ivette had their check-ins today, Alice had her fill in the morning, and now Sophia was... well, Sophia is where she belongs, as far as I'm concerned. The "Fondle" issue aside, life really was getting close to perfect. All that's left to do is decide what to do with Sophia and whether or not I'll be staying at her house this weekend. I go to the bedroom while I mull the idea over...

... just as the doorbell rings. I wasn't expecting any more visitors tonight. Luckily I had put my clothes back on so I could answer it and closed Sophia's door just to enhance her isolation. I run to the door, Vita in hand in case I can get a word in before the visitor gets a chance to question me.