Some of the students require special training.

Once Student 36 has used her mouth to clean your cock you send her on her way with a slap on her ass, then survey the classroom again. Class Manager White has left, and the girl she was fucking has joined her classmates around Teacher Glass. Provisionary Teal is still standing in the doorway, idly stroking herself while she watches the girls, every so often shooting a glance down the hallway outside. She grabs Student 36 and fondles her small breasts and newly fucked ass for a bit before letting her pass, and the redhead thanks her with a curtsy.

You walk towards the front of the room where Teacher Glass is giving the handful of remaining girls a chance to try to deepthroat her. They all try their best, but it's still only Student 22 who can take her cock down her throat and the others coo admiringly when she gets to demonstrate her skills again. They are clearly enjoying themselves, giggling and fondling each other as they take turns sucking their teacher's big cock.

When Teacher Glass sees you approach she sends the girls out, encouraging them to keep practicing. Two of them linger by Provisionary Teal, and when she looks a question your way you give her a quick nod. Class is over and there's no reason she shouldn't get a chance to enjoy herself. She returns the nod, then takes one girl under each arm and walks off towards one of the nearby fuck-alcoves.

"Good work today, Class Manager." Teach Glass' voice is deep and smooth. "Especially from you and... Teal, is it?"

You nod. You're glad Teacher Glass shares your estimation of Provisionary Teal's qualities, as you have found her to be an excellent judge of character.

"Some of the students are ready for their intensity training, and I'd like you and Provisionary Class Manager Teal to handle it. You'll have my authority to conscript up to three Junior or Provisionary Class Managers. Anyone you find suitable."

Stunned, you make a quick salute, thoughts and emotions swirling through your head.

There's pride - being picked to handle intensity training is a big honor for someone like you who only has a couple of years of service as Class Manager. There's excitement, as intensity training is when most girls truly accept the role they are meant to fulfill, and being part of that means you're part of building the future of the Futarchy. There's another kind of excitement too, as the chance to spend hours at a time fucking the students without the interruptions of classes is a rare treat.

But there's also trepidation. Teacher Glass clearly excluded Class Manager White from those who will assist you, while including a mere Provisionary as your co-leader. That's about as clear a snub as she could manage without going up to White and slapping her face.

"Th-thank you, Teacher! I, uh, I will do my best to make you proud. And the Futarchy!" You wince at your inability to marshal your words into coherent sentences, and you feel yourself blush when you see the hint of a smile on Teacher Glass' face.

"At ease, Class Manager."

You pull your hand down, feeling like an idiot.

Then her voice takes on a more serious tone.

"I trust you will follow my instructions closely. The Futarchy survives because it knows when to use the feather and when the crop. Learning this is the most important skill for any leader."

Then she marches out, leaving you with your jumble of emotions.