Lunchtime.

Among the items John had been smart enough to preserve was his wallet, allowing him access to the wealth he'd accumulated. He browsed the mediocre food available and opted for a ham & cheese sandwich and a soda. Not a feast by any means, but welcome sustenance after the morning's events. He decided to avoid his usual lunch spot in the courtyard, as it would be too exposed if Erica was still hunting for him, and instead ate on the way to his next class. After lunch, he had art in a room attached to the set shop of the Academy's theater. It should be empty during the break, and that made it a fantastic place to hide from the berserker. John took a bite of the sandwich and winced at the plastic taste of the cheese.

Why do we pay $5 for this garbage?

Despite the poor quality, John had finished his lunch off by the time he reached the back of the theater. The door to the art room was unlocked, and John slipped quietly inside and closed it behind him. Inside, the lights were off, and the only illumination came from the teacher's office. Unlike most of the faculty, Miss Summers' office was connected to her classroom directly, so she could easily access the work she needed to grade. It wasn't surprising that she'd be around during lunch.

A ray of light cut across the floor of the classroom from the cracked door and ended just before the tip of his sneaker. John could make out the shapes of easels, pulled to the sides of the room along with several chairs; the shadowy figures of which were slightly traumatizing. He did his best to sneak over to the closest one, he didn't want to disrupt Miss Summer's grading and wouldn't mind taking a nap before class... but a strange sound drew his attention to the office.

"Ah!"

Quiet and brief, but unquestionably feminine and better suited for a porn video than a classroom. John stared at the door between him and the source of the sound when it happened again. This time, it was followed by a badly muffled moan. With a mixture of curiosity and concern, he crept over the open floor to investigate.

June Summers was the uncontested queen of the teachers, beloved by her students for her patience and dedication. However, among the male students she was equally renowned for a wholly different virtue. Miss Summers, never Mrs, had the manners of an angel but the body of a succubus. Any shirt she wore managed to be just a bit too small. Cleavage was an inevitability of the poor bras that tried to contain her chest. Her breasts alone turned heads, but they were only one very distracting part of Miss Summers.

When she'd first started working at Ashcroft Academy, there had been... complaints. Her clothes never quite met the dress code, showing off too much skin or having a skirt that was just a bit too short. Several female teachers had appealed to the administration in hopes of getting her to cover up, but after a heated debate behind closed doors, the appeals were dismissed. Unusually, those teachers later quit, each citing personal reasons for their departure, and Miss Summers was free to walk the halls unmolested. If you didn't count the male students' wet dreams and fantasies, John among them.

None of his fantasies prepared him for the sight of Miss Summers exposed and masturbating in her office.

Her clothes for the day, a lavender sweater and crimson skirt, had been pulled up or aside to reveal naked skin. One uncovered breast was visible, practically engulfing the fingers that squeezed it. The other hand was tucked between widely spread legs, and John could see two fingers buried up to the knuckle inside her body. Miss Summers' thighs shook slightly, and she wordlessly cried in pleasure. As his teacher came down from her orgasm, her exposed breast jiggled with every heavy breath, and she drew back glistening fingers from her pussy. John watched, transfixed as she licked them clean. She drew out the moment, finishing with a sigh of pure satisfaction and a full body shiver.

Realizing the show was over and he was still only a few feet away from his teacher, John managed to tear his eyes away long enough to think. He had no idea what the consequences would be if he was caught, but they would be bad. Carefully and slowly, doing his best not to make any noise at all, John backed away from the door. He'd made it halfway across the classroom when the lights came on with a blinding flash.

"Oh, John! You're early."

He had to squint through the brightness to see the now fully dressed and smiling form of his teacher at the office door. John had made it back to the entrance to the art room before being caught, and, from the way Miss Summers was acting, it seemed she thought he'd just arrived.

"Yeah, I needed some extra time to work on my project." It was a flimsy excuse, with the way he was still recovering from the change in lighting, but she seemed to buy it.

"How admirable! You're quite the hard worker," Miss Summers winked at him, "feel free to come in at any time."

John tried to ignore the innuendo and think up a casual response. "I'll do you. That! I mean I'll do that!"

God damnit.

Instead of getting angry, his teacher smiled and laughed, and John finally noticed the text above her head.

June Summers
Level 9 Teacher
<Best Tits in the Game>
Relationship: +69

No. It had to be a fluke, a glitch in the system or something. That was far more likely than his hot as hell teacher actually being interested in him. John looked again. +70. It was too much to process, and his brain focused instead on reading the two popups that he'd missed in the dark while Miss Summers began tidying the room for class.

Achievement Unlocked! - "Voyeur"
Spy on an... intimate moment.
+1 Libido
+$200, for posting bail

New Skill: Concealment I
Confers a bonus to silent movement and hiding from enemies.
(Passive)

His earlier wish for a stealth skill had been granted, though the skill he'd acquired was rather obtuse about how much it actually did. John mentally added it to the pile of passives with unknown potency, joining Fear Resistance and Evasion. Hopefully ranking the skill up would clarify things.

John grabbed his easel and unfolded it at his usual spot, near one of the windows. He'd marked out the exact position he needed with tape a week ago, a trick learned in theater, so he had a perfect view of his subject material. Bordering the academy, there were a grove of trees, arranged in an odd half-circle that surrounded an old and worn down monument. Nobody really knew what it was for; it predated the Academy by at least a century and any inscription it might have had was long gone. It made for a good inspiration, though, and John had already captured most of it on canvas.

The sound of a slight clatter drew his attention. Across the room, Miss Summers had bent over to pick up a dropped brush, giving John a perfect view of her ass and an incredibly small black thong. +72. John's pants were suddenly way too tight. She looked directly at him from between her legs and her heels scraped against the floor as she spread them. +76.

Click.

The sound of the door ripped John's focus away from Miss Summers and to the entrance, where other students were arriving. He looked back at his teacher, to warn her, but he didn't need to. Miss Summers was already standing straight, looking as relaxed and calm as she always did. In fact, if not for a single bit of evidence, John would have believed he hallucinated the entire encounter. +79.

After the pre-class surprise, it was impossible for John to focus on his work. He lazily brushed orange onto the trunk of one of the trees, blending it in and staring rather blatantly at his teacher. A part of him still denied what had happened; another part of him constantly glanced up to her relationship score to confirm it did. Every other part just stared at the 'best tits in the game'. They were... mesmerizing.

Forty-five agonizing minutes of a near-constant boner later, the class finally ended. John noted he'd lost more than a few RP with his classmates, but that hardly mattered when he'd gained another fifteen with Miss Summers. Her score was now at a bewildering +94, and John had long stopped questioning his fortune.

Since he'd left his backpack in the barrier, John had needed to borrow supplies from the classroom, and it took him some time to put them back. It took long enough that he was the last student to leave; which meant that he and Miss Summers were alone. His teacher hummed softly as she put away some extra brushes, and John glanced over at her as he put away the last of his paints. She'd stopped to linger by the shelf where the canvasses were stored.

"Imagine my surprise when I found out that one of my students," she turned to look at him, and he tensed, "was also my favorite author."

John blinked. He'd been expecting... something else. With the events in the barrier and other revelations he'd had that day, the last thing on his mind were his hobbies. Aside from gaming and jerking it, one thing John had been thoroughly engaged in was writing erotic fiction. The thing was, he'd always used a pseudonym and never showed it off to his teachers.

"How do you know about that?" he asked.

"The signature." Miss Summers carefully pulled out the canvas he'd been working on and pointed at the lower right hand corner. There was a little symbol there, a grinning devil that John realized was the same design he used as a profile picture. "You signed your last assignment the same way.

"It was rather exciting to discover who you were, you have no idea how much I've enjoyed your work," she practically purred the words, lending emphasis to John's overactive imagination. Putting his art back, she crossed the distance between them, heels clicking on the floor.

"Miss Summers I-"

His teacher cut him off, "June. Call me June." Then she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips were soft against his, there one moment and gone the next.

"Come visit, and I'll have something better for you." Her voice was a low, breathy whisper against his ears, and then she was gone, back across the room and closing her office door. John caught her winking at him before it closed fully and then looked down at his full hand.

The black thong he'd seen her wearing before was partially balled up in it, and sticking out of it was a card with her address and the words 'Saturday, 2:00 pm' in sharpie. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this prize came with added benefits.

Temptress' Shield
A gift from June Summers to her favorite student and author. Possessing it increases RP gains with her by 20%.

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Achievement Unlocked! - "Ladies' Man"
Acquire a pair of panties from an admirer.
+1 Charisma
+1 Libido
+20% Penis Size
+$69, buy some condoms!

John failed utterly to do anything but stare at the precious article in his fingers. June's panties. June's actual underwear that she'd just been wearing were in his grasp. What was he supposed to do?

The prompt still hovered waiting for his response, and John mindlessly pressed 'yes'.

Relationship Page Unlocked!

The lewd trophy in John's fingers evaporated into golden particles and a new window appeared in its place. Unlike the rest of his interface, this one had a bright pink border and featured a picture of his buxom teacher at the center. Various statistics filled out her profile, including her cup size, relationship score and general attitude towards him. Underneath the image, the particles recollected and added another picture displaying the underwear she'd given him. The acquisition also added a meter beneath her picture and several new stats. John took a closer look and mentally questioned if the Developer was a total pervert.

Oral Experience
Vaginal Experience
Anal Experience
Best Orgasm Rank

Every single new item was explicitly sexual, inspiring his overactive imagination to all sorts of momentary fantasies. John wasn't sure if the list was meant to be a record of his future experience or a perverse challenge, but either were okay with him. Beneath everything else on the list, there was a button: Use Underwear.

Too curious to resist, he tried it. The option extracted the underwear from the page, returning them to an item without removing the added information. The panties remained as warm and wet as they had been when he'd stored them, and the rational part of John wondered if his inventory had a stasis effect. The less rational part of him rubbed the cloth between his fingers and fantasized. A second ago these had been on the sexiest teacher in the school...

It dawned on him that he'd taken nearly seven minutes with June, blatantly holding a pair of panties for the last half of one, and that he still had other classes to attend. John stuffed the prize back into the screen and hurried out of the classroom. He was seriously lucky nobody had walked in, or explaining what he was doing would have been nearly impossible.

Totally worth it though.