It's low odds, might be better to just wait for another teacher....

.....No, no way. It's not like some through-the-shirt nipple stimulation will make her cum, even if the eggs are in that jacket pocket and do line up perfectly. It'd probably be better to save your time and go find another, easier teacher to get off.

Professor Phoebe crouches down to look under her desk briefly, then stands back up and turns to you.

"Sorry, Debbie, I just don't see it. Are you sure it's not hidden somewhere in your room? Where'd you last use it?"

!!

Your face turns bright red and gets all hot at this embarrassing line of questioning, but you have no one to blame but yourself, so you kinda have to play along.

"N-no, it's -- I, um.... I'll go check my room, now. Thank you. Sorry. Thank you."

You turn on your heels and fast-walk as quickly as you can to the room's door. Professor Phoebe looks a bit down that she couldn't help you out, but sits down at her desk and pulls out some papers that she starts reading over. The second you're at the door, you're out the door, and closing it very quickly behind you.

Well, that really really sucked a lot. But at least you have a ton of time to find other teachers now, since you have the full free period AND lunch time. Okay..... you're all alone in the halls right now. What's the plan?