Stunned [Perverse Spirit Route]

Emma looks at you with wide eyes. Then, she looks down at herself. As the realization of her messy states hits her, tears well in her eyes, and air fills her lungs. You notice what is about to happen and try to hush her to be quiet. The last thing you need right now is the attention of the entire auditorium.

About to scream her soul out, Emma suddenly convulses and becomes limp once more. Whatever is up with Emma today is simply weirding you out. First the near crash with the truck, then the weird things in town, and now Emma, of all people, is acting like a maniac. This time, you don't even give her a chance to surprise you as you grab her by the shoulders and rattle her awake. Sure enough, she regains her senses. But, something is off. She has this weird and creepy smile that sends shivers down your spine.

She chuckles, brushing the loose strands of hair off her face. "Girl gave you a scare here, didn't she?" she says, leaning against the chair, relaxed and in full control of her emotions.

You tilt your head. Out of all the interactions you have had with Emma, this is the first time you have seen her so confident. It is like she is an entirely different person today.

While you ponder what might have happened, Emma snaps her finger in front of your face, taking you out of your thoughts. "Hey, buddy, I'm talking to you."

"Ms. Stirling!" the voice of professor Benson booms throughout the giant hall, "do you have a question, or why are you talking in the middle of my lecture?"

Unfazed, Emma turns her head towards Ms. Benson and yells back, "I do have one question. Why is your class so damn boring? Like, I had to play with myself to keep myself entertained."

Silence befalls the hall. Everyone is stunned by Emma's words. Some are also wondering when Emma could speak. You, on the other hand, just fear what professor Benson might do now. When you look at her, you can practically see steam blowing out of her ears.

"Ms. Stirling," the mad professor growls, "one more word and-"

"And then what, professor?" Emma interrupts, standing up.

You... cannot even put into words what is going in your mind at the moment. Not only did Emma, the quiet mouse, disrespect the professor, but she also still hasn't fixed herself. Everyone can see her pussy clearly, and yet she is still unconcerned. Rather, smugness oozes from her firm stance.

The room heats up to an unbearable degree, or at least it feels like that to you. You swear that the professor will snap at any moment. Worst of all, you might get caught up in the approaching storm.

Professor Benson's face is red, and her eyes glow in a burning, bright orange. "That is it! Ms. Stirling, you will-"

Suddenly, silence again. Next to me, Emma drops onto her chair, and down at the podium, professor Benson's body stiffens. While this is going on, no one present even dares to speak a word. Nobody wants to catch the professor's wrath, period. Then, just like how Emma had come back from her trance, professor Benson's return to the world of the living looks almost the same. Her anger from moments ago is now all but gone.

Professor Benson cracks her neck and sighs. She scans the room and grins when she sees you and your **** friend next to you. "Class dismissed," she casually says, pointing at the exit. "Everybody leave except for you there on top and the hot bitch next to you."

Awkwardly and confused, everyone vacates the room except you and Emma, who is still out cold even after all of this. You gulp. Professor Benson's steady ascend to where you sit makes you withdraw into your chair like a turtle. When she stands next to you, you are already so far in your chair that it looks like she towers over you.