Yes, he leaves to spread his corruption elsewhere

As fun as the prospect of watching Ms. Perez suffocate the poor girl with her cunt was, Mr. Dinger felt it was time to spread his influence elsewhere. Already he'd transformed the entire athletics team into a lesbian orgy, created an agreement that let teachers provide a more thorough sexual education with their students, and had made it so that teachers similar to Ms. Perez here used that power to dominate over their charge.

No, he felt like he'd done enough here.

"Just let me grab my things." He said, turning away from the pair. Behind him, the teacher smirked and settled herself onto Jennifer's head, the girl disappearing underneath the older woman's body. It wasn't long before both of them were panting - Ms. Perez from the pleasure and Jennifer from the lack of air.

With his effects in order, Mr. Dinger bit the two girls farewell with a nod of his head, leaving his office and classroom.

He sighed in the empty hallway, smiling as he remembered the events that just transpired. Outside, in the school's grassy fields, Jennifer's teammates were being pushed to their physical limits by Mrs. Frankfurt, the coach driving the students crazy with sore muscles and uncontrolled arousal. An hour from now, their groans would be echoing through the halls.

Making his way towards the stairwell, he passed by Ms. Alice Turner's classroom, immediately adjacent to his. A teacher of similar built to Ms. Perez, he peeked through the window to see the woman in full use of the SEECA, a male senior bent over her desk as she rammed into him from behind with a large glistening dildo. It was an odd sight, especially considering how excited Alice had been to share the news of her recent engagement with everyone.

"I'm glad the SEECA seems to be enriching the students" A voice said next to him, making him jump.

Turning to face the newcomer, he took a deep sigh upon realizing it the school's vice-principal - Mr. Dunsworth.

"Out patrolling the hallways again, Frank?" Mr. Dinger asked, shifting his attention away from the teacher and her student.

His supervisor nodded, facing him. "You'd be surprised how many students treat the halls after class as their personal playgrounds. Students running about, playing tag, hiding at the bottom the stairwells..."

Mr. Dinger chuckled. "Ever catch any having sex?"

At the notion, Mr. Dunsworth's eyes narrowed. "Yes; haven't you? It's disgusting! You'd think they'd wait until they'd get home to hump each other like rabbits. Apparently sneaking off into empty bathrooms to fuck is much more thrilling."

"I don't think it's that bad." Mr. Dinger chirped while patting his colleague on his back. "Don't you watch them when you catch them in the act?"

"Yeah, well... Huh... I mean-" Embarrassed at secret being out, the vice principal shrugged the teacher's hand off his person, looking away bashfully. "I don't know what you're trying to ensue Dinger but-"

Mr. Dinger just chuckled, cutting him off. "Don't fluster yourself Frank, I don't judge. If you want to get off while watching the students of this school discover their sexualities, don't let me stop you. It's how you enjoy spending your time after a long day at work, right Frank?"

At the admission, the older man tried to save face by regaining his composure, dismissing the teacher's remark with a wave. "Yes, yes. Well, I do think I should get back to my rounds."

The man with the ring smirked, letting his boss walk off.

Pushing his girlfriend onto her back, Jason Chaar reached under her shirt, lifting her bra and grabbing her tits, the girl arching her back in a silent moan. Her nipples were hard against his fingers and the girl pulled him down for another wet kiss to muffle her groan. The pair stayed locked at the lips for a handful of moments, exchanging saliva before Melissa suddenly froze, pushing him off.

"Shhh!" She whispered, her eyes panicked. "Someone's here."

All sounds of their coupling now having ceased, Jason stood as silent as he could, heart racing, ears working to see who'd entered the stairwell with them. A few stories above, he heard the closing of a door followed by soft footprints as they made their way down the steps one by one.

"We're gonna get caught!" His girlfriend mumbled, her voice dripping with worries and fear. Her gazed was locked on him, waiting for him to come up with a solution to their problem.

"No, wait" He silenced her, bringing his hand up. Straining to hear, he listened as the footsteps reached the floor above them. Each echoing sound of shoe hitting concrete made new beads of sweat drip from his brow, the young boy hopelessly wishing for his suspicions to be accurate.

Long seconds ticked passed as the sound grew closer and closer, eventually stopping half a floor before reaching the bottom. From their line of sight, the couple could only see a pair of shoes, the landing above cutting off the rest of the newcomer. When the legs didn't move any further, Jason smirked, turning back to his girlfriend.

"I think it's Mr. Dunsworth"

"Mr. Dunsworth?" She parroted, eyes still wide.

He nodded, his suspicions now all but confirmed. "We're safe" he whispered, leaning into her ears. "He likes to watch."

The girl shivered as he bit her ear. "Fuck... That's hot."

The pair picked up where they left off, unable to see their vice principal, his hands rushing to undo his belt buckle.

Reaching the school's main floor, Mr. Dinger looked around, wondering where he should proceed next.