Teacher~

Panty stood in the middle of the room, still wearing the skintight red crop top from earlier, barely covering her chest, and a pair of shorts that had become more symbolic than functional.

Kuromi, nestled on a nearby pillow, tilted her plush head ever so slightly.

“Panty, darling... you look like a street-level succubus in heat.”

Panty smirked, fluffing her golden hair. “Aww, thanks~ That’s my daywear vibe.”

“Correction: you look like a slut.”

Brief choked on his own breath.

Panty blinked once. “Wow. Okay. You’re lucky you’re a plushie or I’d knock your little head off.”

“I only speak truth. And today’s truth is: put something more conservative on before you melt the wallpaper.”

Panty rolled her eyes and sauntered over to Stocking’s closet. “Fiiiine. But if I find a nun outfit, I’m setting it on fire.”

Moments later, the closet door creaked open again.

Panty stepped out wearing Stocking’s signature gothic schoolgirl uniform — or trying to.

The white blouse barely held together, her chest visibly straining against the buttons, each one looking like it was praying to survive. The skirt was even worse, hitting just below her hips and riding high with every step, threatening to reveal her entire ass if she so much as sneezed.

She spun dramatically. “Well? Do I look like a proper lady now?”

Brief’s face had gone completely red. “I—uh—y-you look—”

“Like someone who stuffed too many mods into a school sim.” Kuromi said flatly.

Panty crossed her arms under her chest, which only made things worse. “Don’t get used to this. It’s like wrapping a racecar in lace.”

She leaned toward Brief, smirking.

“But for you, nerd? Don't expect anything else than watching.”

Kuromi purred.

“Of course, you're the most innocent study of your whole school!”

too-tight uniform, her skirt flaring dangerously high with every step. The buttons on the white blouse were visibly straining, and her cleavage was so front-and-center it could’ve gotten its own ID badge.

Brief tried his best not to make eye contact with… anything.

Panty grinned wickedly. “So? Do I look like a perfect little student now, teach~?”

Kuromi, still lounging on the bed like royalty, didn’t miss a beat.

“Your homework is late, Panty. And it’s due tomorrow.”

Panty blinked, then burst into a sly smirk. “Oh nooo~ What ever will I do?”

She turned slowly to Brief, planting her hands behind her back, which naturally pushed her chest forward and made her skirt ride up just a bit more.

In the sweetest, most deviously innocent voice she could muster, she tilted her head.

“Hey, nerd. Since you’re, like, super smart and stuff… what do you think I should do to make sure you do my homework for me~?”

Brief’s soul almost left his body.

She tapped her finger to her lips like she was really thinking, then added with a wink:

“Extra credit’s totally on the table~”

Kuromi chimed in smugly:

“Don’t forget to show your work.”

Panty sat cross-legged on the floor in Stocking’s too-tight gothic uniform, a sharpened pencil dangling from her lips like a lollipop. She had dragged a few sheets of paper onto the living room rug and was “studying,” which mostly meant doodling stars and hearts in the margins while humming to herself. The short plaid skirt rode high up her thighs, and the white blouse strained against her generous chest with every lazy breath.

“Okay,” she said, chewing noisily on the pencil eraser. “Math is dumb, school is dumb, and I don’t even have homework. So you’re gonna do it for me, right?”

Brief blinked from where he sat stiffly on the couch, hands folded nervously. “Wh—What? That’s not—! I’m not doing your homework, Panty!”

She pouted. “C’mon. Don’t be mean. I’ll fail everything if you don’t help me, and then I’ll get expelled, and then I’ll cry, and then I’ll be, like, even hotter when I’m sad. Is that what you want?”

Before he could stammer out an answer, Kuromi’s voice drifted calmly across the room, perched innocently on a pillow like a royal spectator:

“A responsible tutor must always give his student hands-on support.”

Panty lit up with a grin. “Oooh, I like how she thinks.”

She crawled closer to Brief, hips swaying lazily. With every step, her skirt crept higher, and the fabric of the tight blouse bounced slightly against her chest. Sitting beside him, she leaned in, flopping her paper onto his lap. “Okay, genius. What’s seven times three? Be gentle with me.”

Brief tried not to look. He really tried. But her thigh was pressing against his, and her hair smelled like vanilla sugar. He glanced at the page. It was upside down. The numbers were doodled into hearts. He swallowed hard. “It’s... twenty-one.”

She gasped. “Whoa. You’re so smart. Hey, I bet you could do so much more than math.”

Her chest bumped into his arm, casually — too casually. Brief’s brain sparked.

“Be sure she’s focused on the material,” Kuromi offered smoothly, her voice laced with something sinister and sweet. “If she gets distracted, punish her.”

Panty blinked, then smirked. “Ooooh? You gonna spank me with a ruler, teach~?”

Brief choked. “N-No! That’s not what—! I mean, we should just... just... go over the basics...!”

Panty wasn’t listening to a single word.

Brief had been trying to draw a basic multiplication chart. He even titled it “Study Buddy Method” to sound less intimidated. But as soon as he finished the first row, Panty casually scooted closer — until their knees touched.

“I learn better when I’m, like, partnered up,” she said innocently, dragging her entire body closer under the flimsy excuse of looking at the notebook.

Her thigh pressed against his. Then her shoulder. Then, somehow, her whole side was leaned into him, warm and soft through the too-small gothic blouse.

Brief’s pencil quivered in his hand. “Y-you’re kind of close…”

Panty blinked at him with mock confusion. “Oh, yeah? You don’t like group work?”

Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she leaned even further. As he started to write a new equation, her head dipped over his shoulder. “What’s that say?”

And then — her chest flopped down onto the notebook.

Soft. Warm. Impossibly heavy.

Brief froze, pencil hovering an inch above the page, his brain immediately short-circuiting.

Panty giggled as she peeled herself back just slightly. “Oops~! Sorry! I’m flunking math, but I’m great at geometry. Like, these curves?” She gave her chest the slightest bounce. “That’s real applied science.”

Brief covered his mouth, trying to breathe in slow, controlled panic. “P-Panty, please, I’m trying to—”

Kuromi’s voice interrupted with a quiet purr from across the room:

“Students who don’t behave must stay for extra instruction.”

Panty looked up, then grinned. “Guess I’m in detention, huh?”

Without asking, she slid the notebook off his lap and sat on it herself, still straddling close, her skirt riding higher than it had any right to. “So… teach me something hard.”

Brief whimpered.

Panty plopped herself down on the bed again, legs crossed like a smug little student in detention. Her oversized “borrowed” uniform from Stocking hugged her curves in all the wrong ways—tight around her chest, awkwardly short on her thighs. It rode up every time she so much as shifted her weight. She was clearly aware of it… and clearly didn’t care.

“Alright, dweeb,” she announced with mock authority, twirling a pencil she definitely didn’t need. “If I answer right, I get a reward. If I answer wrong… I still win, because I’m hot.”

Brief blinked at her from the edge of the bed, sitting with rigid posture like the substitute teacher who knew he’d lost control of the class.

Kuromi, tucked smugly at Panty's side, didn’t miss a beat.

“First question: two plus two.”

Brief blinked. “...That’s it?”

“Silence, professor,” Kuromi chimed sweetly.

Panty grinned, eyes narrowed with faux intensity. “Hmmm… Lemme think. Sooo hard… My big brain’s really strugglin’ here…”

She tapped her chin with the pencil dramatically. Then she gasped, as if discovering the secret to the universe. “Is it… FOUR?”

“Correct. Administer reward: Level One.”

Brief had just enough time to widen his eyes before Panty leaned across the bed and planted a quick, soft peck on his lips.

It was warm. Too warm. He blinked. Her face was inches away, her grin mischievous, her breath sugar-sweet from all the candy she’d inhaled earlier.

He felt every neuron in his brain explode in fireworks.

And then it was over.

Panty flopped back like nothing happened. “Okay, next question. This is kinda fun. I feel smarter already.”

Brief, on the other hand, was left with parted lips, a burning face, and the terrifying realization that this game had only just begun.

Panty had her knees pulled up to her chest now, hugging them like the most innocent girl in detention — despite the dangerously short skirt that barely obeyed gravity. Her smile was wicked, her socked feet bouncing lazily off the mattress like she was bored in math class.

Brief was still stunned from stage one.

Kuromi, of course, struck again.

“Next question. What’s eight times seven?”

Brief straightened, grateful for a moment of sanity. “Fifty-six.”

“Incorrect,” Kuromi replied smugly. “Panty, your answer?”

Panty tilted her head, pretending to think again. “Um... is it fifty-six?”

“Correct. Administer reward: Level Two.”

Brief barely had time to brace before Panty leaned in again, but this time she didn’t stop at a peck.

She straddled his lap.

Not tightly — just enough to keep him frozen like a statue, her skirt puffed around them like a trap. She placed her hands lightly on his shoulders for “balance.”

Then, she kissed him.

Longer.

Full lips, soft pressure, just a little tilt of the head. Nothing wild… but everything too much. Brief’s heart pounded so loud it almost masked the tiny noise she made mid-kiss — something between a breath and a smug little “mmm~” of amusement.

Then she pulled back.

Still seated across him, still with her skirt dangerously puffed around them, she cocked an eyebrow. “You should’ve gotten it right the first time, nerd. These lips don’t kiss bad teachers.”

“Excellent escalation,” Kuromi purred, like a proud principal at a very naughty school.

Brief was dizzy. His hands were gripped on either side of the bed like the mattress was going to fall off a cliff.

And they were only on question two.

Brief was trying to recover from the last kiss. Trying, and failing.

Panty, still perched in his lap like she owned it, was rocking slightly — not on purpose, maybe. But it didn’t matter. His whole body was stiff with tension. One hand dared to hover behind her back for support, but he was too scared to rest it anywhere.

And then…

“Next question,” Kuromi said sweetly. “How many times does Panty swirl her tongue in your mouth?”

Brief’s face exploded into red.

“What kind of question is—?!” he choked.

Panty blinked once, then smirked wide. “Ooh~ That’s evil,” she whispered, then leaned close again.

“Ready to count, nerd?” she whispered against his lips.

Before he could protest, she kissed him. Again.

But this time, her tongue dipped past his lips — slow, playful, ridiculously exaggerated. One, two, three deliberate swirls, like she was scooping out his dignity with every pass. Brief couldn’t breathe. He was mentally counting, yes, but his brain had short-circuited somewhere between swirl four and five.

She pulled back after six, licking her lips with a pop.

“Six!” she said proudly, winking.

“Correct,” Kuromi chimed. “Sensual arithmetic: mastered.”

Brief was vibrating. Literally vibrating. His tie was crooked, his glasses had fogged, and his pants were absolutely, unmistakably betraying him.

Panty didn’t look bothered. “You sure you passed algebra, Brief? ‘Cause your problem seems to be rising~”

“Bonus lesson,” Kuromi added. “Don’t forget to carry the one. It’s squirming.”

Brief groaned into his hands.

And they were only halfway through the quiz.

Brief was cooked. Brain-boiled. Kiss-dazed. Somewhere between the fog of tongue math and heart-palpitations, he’d forgotten this was supposed to be a quiz. Panty, however, looked smug and energized.

That was a bad sign.

“Okay, last subject for now,” she purred, stretching her arms above her head with a grin. Her chest pushed up, tight in Stocking’s too-small uniform top. “Biology~”

“Practical examination,” Kuromi said cheerily from the bed. “This time, no words. Only answers with your hands.”

Panty gasped, putting on a mock-scandalized look. “Ooh~ My hands? Kuromi, you little freak~!”

Brief blinked. “Wait—hang on, whose hands are we talking about?!”

Panty leaned in, grabbed his wrists, and dropped them… directly onto her hips.

“Yours,” she whispered in his ear. “Don’t flunk me, professor~”

Brief could barely breathe. His palms were now resting on the smooth curve of her sides. She shifted slightly, scooting closer, pushing her chest snugly against his again.

“Now then,” she said sweetly, swaying her hips just slightly under his fingers, “can you identify the pressure points for relaxation therapy?”

“Use firm, deliberate pressure,” Kuromi instructed helpfully. “Or she’ll need to repeat the class.”

Brief gulped. He tried. Really. He pushed his thumbs carefully into the softness of her lower back.

Panty let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes. “That’s not deliberate pressure, that’s feather dusting, dweeb~”

He adjusted his grip, and as his thumbs pressed firmer into her sides, her thighs squeezed around his lap in surprise. Her breath hitched—just for a second—but it was enough for his heart to go nuclear.

“Not bad,” she muttered, then gasped with exaggerated pleasure. “Ah~! Did you just hit my extra credit spot?”

“Check your notes,” Kuromi added. “Her body language is the answer key.”

Brief swore he could see the steam rising from his ears.

Panty shifted again—leaning back, letting her legs dangle to the side of his hips, giving him full access to massage along her back and waist. The thin fabric of the uniform rode up. A tiny flash of black panty.

He tried not to notice. Failed instantly.

“Go on,” she hummed. “You wouldn’t want me to fail, right?”

His hands slid slowly, lower again.

Panty spun around dramatically in Brief’s lap, now straddling him fully. The black panties peeked out as her skirt fluttered, and the too-small borrowed uniform strained against her every curve. Her thighs squeezed tight around his legs, and she pointed a finger straight at his face.

“I’m ready for my final question, Teach~” she said, in her best faux-student voice. “But just so you know, I suck at oral—”

Brief blinked.

“—presentations,” she finished with a wink. “You might have to grade me… hands-on.”

He choked on his own breath. “I—uh—this is highly inappropriate—”

“Correct,” Kuromi chimed innocently from the side. “Oral presentation has begun. Student will now demonstrate articulation, breath control, and lip coordination.”

Panty leaned in until her nose was almost brushing his.

“Wow, that sounds super technical. Good thing I have so much experience with my mouth,” she teased. “Lollipops, popsicles… oh, and those cream-filled buns Stocking keeps in the fridge—”

She let her tongue flick over her lips, slow and indulgent. Then, whispering:

“I’m gonna ace this. Don’t be scared, dork. I’ll go slow~”

Brief had exactly one second to brace himself.

She kissed him. Not the soft flutter from earlier stages. Not teasing. This one was hungry. Her tongue swept into his mouth immediately, swirling with exaggerated, practiced rhythm — like she was putting on a show with every swirl, every audible, messy shluurp~