Somehow, you'd never considered needing the walk of shame back from a CLASSROOM...

With that ominous reminder from Ashley fresh on your mind, you stumble from the classroom, hand wrapped around Taylor's. Ashley had practically flown from the classroom ahead of the rest of you, probably intent on whatever had earned you this momentary reprieve from service; Wyatt had stayed slunk in his corner, and you were too nervous about what you might do if you touched him to change that; and most of the rest of the class... Well, they were still busy, though most of the ones who didn't join the orgy were slinking out as well. Having gotten a good look at them, though... You noticed that quite of a few of them looked pretty happy rather than disturbed. You'd thought they were averse to the "class activity", but maybe... Maybe they were just voyeurs who wanted a better view.

...But at least you and Taylor had managed to cling to your morals, if only by a shred. Okay, you'd still jilled off in the middle of class, but... That didn't really count. With a succubae organizing a sex show, that was the baseline for "not falling", and you hadn't joined in, just... Enjoyed the view. And Taylor had done even better than you, not even watching the show! Wyatt? He'd done that weird meditation thing, and tuned it all out!

You try desperately to convince yourself that this was a solid win instead of a perfect demonstration of why you should have talked Taylor into skipping class with you, rather than walking straight into the tiger's mouth.

"Fuck..." Taylor says next to you, face flushed, "If she keeps arranging classes like that instead of pointlessly embarrassing us with weird homework... I might actually start enjoying this class..."

...And with that, you feel your stomach drop out. Taylor... Was a lot more open to this kind of thing than you were, you'd realized over the last few days. Fuck, Taylor was your sole lodestone... If these kinds of classes started getting to her, you'd be wandering lost in a desert of thirst. Who knows what you could start to accept as "normal" before the week was through? The two of you would have to go back to a non-succubae-tainted life after this, right?

"Taylor, no," You reply firmly, "That was just an evil demon having fun. It wasn't a proper class."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, Captain Killjoy," Taylor sighed, "Just let me have my fun for a moment, okay? It's not like I'm going to get to do anything like this again. Fun facts for you, like how the government of Brazil once imposed punishing taxes on unmarried men because being single was 'unchristian', leading to an industry of women popping up to decline marriage proposals to secure them tax exemptions; a fun sex show for me, without the embarrassment of actually going to a sex show."

"Yeah, it was at least closer to a real class this time," You sigh, "Up until she turned it into an orgy instead. The history of lust is actually pretty interesting, though I could do without the Satanic indoctrination."

"She put the slide show and her lecture notes online, at least" Taylor shrugged, "She knew most of the class would be too distracted to pay attention."

"I signed up for a real college course, Taylor," You shake your head, "Not a correspondence class. I don't want the classes to be a farce that she has to fix afterwards."

"I think you just described half the STEM courses with that insult, though," Taylor laughed, "...But yeah, she has to go either way. Besides, the homework is..."

Taylor sighs, and goes quiet.

"Rather too much," You nod, acknowledging her complaint.

...And Taylor stays quiet for longer than you would have expected. You start to get a bit worried; this was the first time she'd gotten the full Ashley experience... Maybe it was too much for her, as the lust started to wear off?

"Do you..." Taylor finally spoke, "Want to do the homework?"

...What?

"You were just around Ms. Devlin, so you're still into women at the moment, right?" Taylor forges on, seeing your shocked expression, "And we're both supernaturally horny between the orgy and her influence. We still have to do our homework assignment, so... Why don't we solve one problem with another? I don't want to have to hunt down another woman now that I have a girlfriend. Plus, Elizabeth gave me a pass for you - I don't know how she'd react if I said I had to sleep with someone else for school."

You stop walking for a moment, and give Taylor's hand a squeeze as you consider her... Proposal. Honestly, you hadn't given the homework any thought; getting Ashley fired was supposed to take care of that. But now, even under the best case scenario... The work was going to be due, wasn't it? And as you glanced over at your sexy friend... Yeah, you were definitely still into women at the moment. Fucking your best friend... Hell, it was better than picking a random classmate, right?

Except... No.

"I don't think that's right," You say to Taylor, shaking your head, "You're not in your right mind at the moment, and I don't want to take advantage of that. Especially over such a minor matter."

"You said you didn't regret anything done under Ms. Devlin's influence, right?" Taylor replied, shaking her head in return, and taking up your other hand as she stood close to you, "So I don't think you need to worry about me. We can just... Take care of ourselves, and the magic will ensure the rest. Plus, you care at least a little bit about your virginity, right? Since you don't consider this sex, doing it now means you can save it for something... Not homework."

You're about to reply when the second part of that strikes you as... Off. Because you do think you'd consider it sex in this case. Was it because it was Taylor, maybe? Or was it just "the magic", as Taylor put it? ...Either way, though, you had a bigger reason and an easier answer.

"I don't know if this is really the same thing," You answer, taking a step back, "Ashley hit a lot harder than this in her office, and I was practically worshipping her every word. Now... I'm just really horny, and recognize that you're hot to me and not just in the abstract anymore. Just like how I still feel guilty about Elizabeth, I think there's a meaningful distinction here that I haven't quite mapped out. And more importantly..."

"I don't think we need to do the assignment at all," You say, "A proper professor probably doesn't give a hoot about voyeurism dressed up as an assignment, right? Whoever takes her job after this will probably throw out any homework she assigned. And if we don't get a new professor... Well, then, either we've dropped the course, or I'm her brainwashed servant, in which case she'll probably give us both automatic A's regardless of what we have or haven't done. Acting like we have to do what she says is falling into a trap, here. Besides, you don't want to feel guilty before your date, right?"

Taylor goes silent for a while, then sighs.

"Yeah, good thinking," She answered, "I guess I was being short-sighted. In that case, I'm going to head back to my room to work off some of this excitement before my date. You... Well, I probably shouldn't ask, considering."

You blush, knowing that she's probably guessed that you were planning the same.