You pass up a golden (and golden-haired) opportunity so you can help the futa student, who finds herself in a dangerous situation!

Just as you are standing up, both to take a little pressure off the lustful, aching itch between your legs and to let you peer over the row of computer stations at whoever's in the darkened room. You see a little bit of blonde hair and a white outfit between the machines, even in the dim light. Whoever it is seems to be several rows away and probably didn't notice you yet. More importantly, you can smell something. It's hard to pick out the difference between your own arousal and someone else's, but you are pretty sure you can smell the musk of a woman having herself some nice private time. Most people would see that as a sign to sneak out quietly to avoid an awkward situation, but then, most people aren't in a breeding contest with a whole starship on the line.

Whether it's another naive co-ed, or a teacher or visiting relative doing the same kind of unethical spectating that you are, you are so wound up by your voyeurism that you'd be making a play for getting your hands on (and your cock inside) whoever it is you're smelling even if you DIDN'T have your livelihood riding on a fucked-up breeding bet. With no more cheating materials to barter for easy sex, you'll just have to hope the devil's luck is with you and she likes futas.

"Oh..." you whisper under your breath. "I'd better close this out first," you say, looking down at the screen where the sexy latina teacher, Mrs. Lopez, has the monster-donged schoolgirl helping her zip her orange tube dress back up. She goes over and gives her lover a few kisses.

"I'll expect you to meet up with me again after class on monday, Miss Ranton." the seductive, statuesque raven-haired woman says, giving the schoolgirl's ass a grope. "Hm hm hm... don't worry, dear. Next time I'll be sure to bring condoms. Just in case, though, you should keep your schedule this summer open... in case I need help with babysitting."

Putting a hand over your mouth, you muffle an evil giggle. If only Mrs. Lopez knew just how big the spike in demand for babysitting services a year for now is going to be. Since the sex seems to be over - the futa girl is getting dressed, too - you are just about to pull the plug and shut the monitor down when something catches your eye. Mrs. Lopez opens the classroom door a tiny crack and them slams it shut.

"Oh, shit!" the teacher says, using langauge that doesn't set an especially good example for the academy's pure students. "There's someone waiting out there." she says in a low voice, which the camera auto-amplifies. "Looked like a football player from Oxwood, wearing the jersey. Were you cheating on a boyfriend being here with me, just like I was cheating on my husband, my naughty little flower?"

"No, no," Jeanette says, holding her hands up, and gulping. "Um... a football player? Reddish hair, skinny and kind of short? That sounds like someone who's been following me around after classes for the last couple of days. I have no idea who he is, it's always from across the hall or in the distance."

"Hmph." Mrs. Lopez frowns. "Ah... I had better wait here with you for a while then. My husband works part-time at a job on the Penworth campus while Tomas is at school. I don't want any rumors getting around that I've been having private dance lessons with my students-"

Before she can say any more there's a loud pounding on the door of the study hall Mrs. Lopez and Jeanette were using as their love nest. A muffled, reedy voice comes through: "Hey! Do you freaks hear me in there? You're busted! I've got campus security here with me! Go ahead and come on out!"

Both Jeanette and Mrs. Lopez look mortified. "Go away!" the teacher shouts. "I'm... I'm working on a sensitive project in here!" she snatches her purse off the table and pulls out a palm-pad. "Computer, lock the door!"

The handle jiggles. A different, deeper voice than the first speaks up: "Uh... looks like our authorization isn't high enough ranked to override it... Could you come out please, Mrs. Lopez? I'm sure this is a misunderstanding we can clear up."

Jeanette has her hands over her mouth and looks down at her hips. Her cock has shrunk down to a much smaller size and easily fits in her panties, no longer making a bulge under her skirt. But even so, looking under her skirt would blow her secret in an instant. Tears start welling up in the young futa's eyes. "I'm gonna get kicked out... after all the work my family went to... I'll get expelled and they'll get in even worse trouble than me. I'm so stupid. I'm so, so stupid. How could I ever think-"

"No, baby," the teacher hugs Jeanette's face against her bosom. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I'll tell them I pulled you in here and-"

"It doesn't matter." Jeanette sniffles quietly. "I'm breaking the rules by even being here. I don't want you to get in trouble too... I'd feel even worse if you lost your job or broke up your marriage." she says, her lip trembling. "I'll say I blackmailed you or something. My stupid, horny cock has done so much damage already. I don't want to drag anyone down with me."

"I'm going to get the administrator!" the first voice from outside in the hall shouts at them. "You can tell it to her directly, freak!"

Your eyes are wide and your breath has caught in your chest. A sudden dark thought descends on you. Since you started your nasty quest here, you'd been so pleased with yourself that you would evade any real consequences or pursuit by the people in charge of St. Applegate since male teachers, family members and other hypocritical sex-pests would be responsible for even more positive pregnancy tests than you yourself.

But now, as a partial result of you breeding so many women at this academy, an innocent victim who is perfect to serve as a scapegoat has just presented herself... a futa who just wanted a good degree, who they'll throw the book at for breaking their stupid, discriminatory admissions rules. And since all the girls cheating on their tests won't want to admit to their parents or the administrator that you were the one who got them pregnant, lest the administrators notice that all of the students carrying your kids scored suspiciously well on their exams... a lot of them will probably blame Jeanette, too. But unlike you, she doesn't have a starship, and can't just move on. She might suffer for years to come.

You feel like you have to do something. But what? You begin walking towards the door.

"Oh, my!" A squeaky, feminine voice pipes up. "I didn't know there was someone in here already!"

Turning to the side, you see a sight that makes your mouth water. In one of the seats at one of the rows of monitors is a painfully cute student with her blonde hair in loose pigtails. She's wearing a snug white polo shirt... a little more modest than usual for this school, but fitted tightly enough that you can see her bra and her perfectly-shaped C-cup bust jutting out enticingly. She is sitting in a chair that she's swiveled to the side, allowing you to see that her hand is under the hem of her plaid skirt and buried in her white cotton panties.

You gulp. Reflexively you trigger your wrist-comm for information. Name, 'Summer Andrews', freshman. 6 reprimands on record for circumventing the campus firewalls to access inappropriate material.

"Ahhh... and I was looking at such 'spicy' things online. I've really been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, huh? Hee hee~" you can see her eyes light up as she stares longingly at your voluptuous body. When she sees the bulge poking up under the hem of your skirt, Summer's lips split in a broad smile that shows off the glint of the braces on her teeth.

"Please oh please, ma'am," Summer says, not taking her hand out of her panties. "Don't tattle on me to the administrators. Maybe... there's some way I could convince you to keep what I was doing a secret?" As if worried she was being too subtle, the cutesy brace-faced blonde slowly lifts the hem of her polo up, pulling it higher and higher, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her flat tummy until it's riding over the surface of her bra.

You feel an electrifying sensation between your legs as your urges go into overdrive. 'Come on,' the proverbial devil on your shoulder says, 'forget about that other bitch. Shit happens. Or at least, go ahead and bang this slutty schoolgirl real quick, you can still have time to go help Jeannie if you still care'.

'But,' another imaginary voice says as Summer licks her lips enticingly, 'what if Claire finds out? Can you really enjoy your victory if you had to do something so cruel and cowardly as letting an innocent teen futa take the fall for you, in order to win? Even if Claire has to follow your commands, would you really enjoy having your way with her if she's silently hating you the entire time?'

'Is that my conscience speaking?' you wonder silently. 'Where were you all those times when I pretended to put a condom on?'

'Well, this is YOUR conscience speaking after all,' the proverbial angel says. 'Blake, Jessica, Harper and all those other girls who didn't want cum in them will be fine, they'll get a slap on the wrist for getting pregnant if anything. Besides, it'll teach them a valuable lesson about trying to get through life by cheating. And as for Jessica... uh... she shouldn't have been watching TV on her glasses while jogging, she deserved to get taught a creamy lesson, too. But this futa might get her life ruined for real. Can you live with that?'

'This is a complex moral question,' the devil voice says. 'I think you're too horny to weigh all the pros and cons. Why don't you quickly satisfy yourself with that blonde over there and then we can-'

'Also you left your camera in there'. the angel voice says succintly.

"No!" you say. "I'm... sorry." you say, looking down, as if apologizing directly between your legs. "I have to... go. Your secret is safe with me, miss, I won't tell anyone." you turn away, painfully dragging your eyes away from the nubile, willing young woman trying to tempt you.

"H-hey!" Summer sounds surprised and more than a little annoyed. "Where are you going? Aren't you going to **** me and **** me to-" the rest of her words are cut off by the door closing behind you. You do a very awkward, uncomfortable walk with your arousal visible to everyone who sees you as you make a beeline for the study hall where Jeanette and Mrs. Lopez are trapped.

You have to do something. That security guard sounded like a guy, so you can probably make him the usual offer. "Maybe I can convince him to jack me off while he does me from behind..." you sigh dejectedly as you walk, trying to put the perfect addition to your score you just passed up out of your mind.