The wicked witch of Springfield reveals herself

John knew that nothing good would come from this talk. At most he suspected that he would probably either get some detention or some additional homework because of the mishap with the phone. She would give him a bit of a scolding and then she would give him his punishment. Nothing grand, but also nothing good.

What DID happen was something entirely worse, though.

Personal Barrier entered!
Owner: Victoria Wentworth
Time Dilation: 200%
You can only leave once the owner permits it.

Immediately, John's stomach dropped as he saw that message. The area around them didn't really change; it only felt like the world around them got a bit more blurry. His first instinct was to switch his gear and pull out his spear. He was not captured like he was with Mariana, and he was a lot more prepared this time than he was the last. His second instinct was to cast Observe.

Observe failed! Target level too high!

Mrs. Wentworth seemingly wasn't impressed though, "Put down that gods-damned stick, boy. And don't look at me like that. I'm not here to fight you. I am here to make you repay your debt."

This confused John greatly. Debt? He hadn’t exchanged more than two words with her in the last couple of months. He slightly lowered his spear, but he didn't put it away as he asked in his confusion, "What do you mean debt? We never made any arrangement that I would owe you anything. And why would I trust you that you don't want to fight?"

Mrs. Wentworth meanwhile sat down at her desk looking at John with a raised eyebrow, "Because if I wanted to fight, you would already be dead. And yes you do owe me a debt, after all, I gave you an invaluable book about Alchemy."

Once she said the word 'Alchemy' all the color immediately drained from John’s face. She arranged for him to receive the book that taught him his Essential Alchemy... But wasn't that book signed by someone named 'V.'? Like Victoria... shit. Then again, he hadn't known her first name up until he got pulled into this Barrier; he had never bothered to learn the first names of most of his teachers, with June being the exception.

The stuff he did yesterday was really starting to bite him in his ass... He put the spear away and asked her, sighing, "What do you want?" His acknowledgment of the debt put a satisfied smile on her face, "Good boy, seems like someone learned not to talk back to their elders. Now then, let's talk about what you actually owe me: You owe me for the skill book that I delivered to you and for keeping your doings in the school secret from the Order. The last one wasn't a deal you struck with me, so I won't actually make you pay for that one. For the book, however, you will do something for me," as she spoke, she took a small solid disk made from some kind of metal out of her desk. It was slightly thicker than a CD but didn't look like one at all aside from the fairly similar shape, "There is someone currently in this town who I need this delivered to. You will find him, and you will give this to him, he will know what to do. The man is wearing a mask shaped like the skull of a lizard; it should be fairly obvious to find him. As far as I know, he will be in town until the end of the week, so I expect you to finish this by the end of the week. You got it?"

So he was supposed to be a delivery boy now? Well, at least it was an easy way to get rid of a debt he didn't know he had, "And then we're even? Sure, okay, I'll do that. What is his name? Where can I find that man? " He took the disk from her and put it into his inventory.

To answer his question, Mrs. Wentworth shrugged her shoulders, "His official name is Magoi Magus, and if I knew where to find him then I wouldn't need you, but if I were to guess, I'd say you'd find him on the top floor of the Sullivan Tower, one of the commercial offices in the area. How you get in there and deliver it, I don't care as long as no one knows my involvement. Now go, your next teacher is probably waiting for you. Tell them that I talked to you about some grades or something. Oh, and Newman, there's something sinister happening in the school. I hope for your sake that you’re not the cause."

And with that, the Barrier around them shattered, and they were once again in the real world. John used his Reentering time to switch back to his school uniform and leave the classroom. What the hell did she mean 'something sinister'?

Because he was lost in thought about whatever Mrs. Wentworth meant, he did not remember to ask her about his phone.

June was thankfully pretty lenient with John thanks to his talents and her affection towards him. As he entered the art room and went to his usual spot, he profusely apologized to her for his lateness and told her the reason being the talk with Mrs. Wentworth. She just waved it off and told him to get back to work on the current project, which was a series of quick freeform sketches of which they should hand in the best one. The goal was to improve the speed and quality of basic sketches that the students were doing for their work. Every sketch should not take longer than five minutes. Every five minutes there was an alarm on June's desk signaling the students that they were done with that sketch. Noone was **** to make a sketch every five minutes, but the more sketches you had, the more you would improve in the end.

The current clock still had 4 minutes to go, so John waited for the next interval to join in, which gave him some time to talk to June. She was now standing behind him, looking over his sprawled out sketches that he did in the last two art classes, pushing her massive chest into his back. She rested her head close to his ear as she started to whisper, "I hope your talk with Mrs. Wentworth wasn’t too bad and doesn't need you to spend more time with her. I'm a bit... possessive when it comes to my students." While she said that, her hand stealthily moved towards his crotch and softly caressed it.

The stress of the last period immediately faded from John as he felt the felt the soft touch of his teacher; he had to try hard to suppress a groan, but his erection he could not contain, "You know I would never spend more time with any other teacher than with you. I'm still looking forward to Saturday and all the techniques you'll show me." His approach was a bit bolder than he had been before, but it seemed to pay off as she gripped his boner a bit harder. Thankfully, all the other students were way too busy with their drawings right now to notice what was going on with the two of them. They were also really discreet and quiet in their doings.

June almost purred into his ear, "Oh, I'm looking forward to Saturday as well. It's been a long time since I had someone promising like you. And, who knows, maybe I'll learn a thing or two as well." Her thumb was now caressing the swollen tip of his penis, smearing pre-cum on the inside of his boxers.

Oh god, he really wanted to take her right here and right now... He could see it in his mind, her bent over the table and him balls-deep inside of her, relentlessly pounding her dripping pussy. The sight was glorious, and only two days ago he would've jizzed right there, but after his little experiences with Brun and with Aranea, he had a bit more stamina, though there was some serious pressure in his balls right now...

His daydreaming and their little play sadly ended when the alarm on her desk rang, or so John had thought. While everyone, himself included, took out a new sheet of paper to draw on, June didn't leave her place from behind John, only stopping her ministrations for a short while until the students were concentrated on their work again. As soon as the room was silent again aside from the fervent scratching of pens on paper, June returned her hand to his erection again and began to softly stroke it. "With such a tool, you're going places, John. Hot and wet places." She wasn't even hiding her intentions anymore, clearly telling him what he could expect on Saturday.

His mind went on autopilot as his hand seemingly moved on its on and sketched the scene in his mind with absurd clarity. He drew two vague characters, one male, one female, and their intense lovemaking. He was sitting on some chair, while she rode him with the perspective showing her pussy clearly to the viewer and how stuffed it was. The time wasn't enough to give them clear features, but it was obvious in their body language that both of them were very much into it. While John drew the sketch, June kept egging him on, driving him closer and closer to an orgasm. In his subconscious mind he must've used Arouse at some point, because there was a sharp inhale from June as she doubled her efforts for a while, seemingly just as lost as him. It was a miracle that neither of them started to moan loudly, drawing the attention of the class to them.

He was so close to reaching an orgasm, and then the alarm on the desk rung once again. June snatched John's sketch from him with a grin and told him, "I'm going to need this one for closer inspection, but I think you have secured your good grade for the project. But I think you'll need some feedback on your sketches, so maybe you can stay after class?" His mind was a mess of various daydreams of him fucking her, so it took him a moment before he realized that she asked something of him. He nodded, which seemingly satisfied her. As she put away his drawing, John (and maybe some of the other male students) were able to see something peculiar underneath her skirt.

June sometimes liked to tease the students a bit by stretching over her table in a way that made her skirt ride a bit higher, making her panties visible. Now, these were pretty dark panties, so one had to look really hard to see it, but there was a darker spot around the center of the piece of cloth, damp from June's juices. It reminded John that he still had her other thong in his inventory, also damp with her juices.

The rest of the lesson flew by for John as he kept imagining all the different things that would happen on Saturday and what June could possibly be talking about after the class. John had no clue what was awaiting him (except for maybe some naked flesh) as the bell rung for the end of the lesson.

And now, it was lunchtime.