A student pointed out her damaged skirt.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

"Uh, Ms. Toriumi..."

The guys in class were having the time of their lives, but a certain studious girl in the front row just wasn't having it. She raised her hand, and once she had her teacher's attention, she very politely informed her of the damage rendered, albeit in the smallest tone possible.

Toriumi's reaction was immediate. Her face became brightly colored with a cherry-red blush as her hands went to her rear, affirming what she'd been told, before she retreated back to her chair and planted herself down.

"I assure all of you, whoever did this will most certainly wish they hadn't!"

Some of the snickers died down at the threat, but a few still lingered.

Toriumi sighed, willing her composure to steady itself. She could still manage. First she'd take her torn skirt up from the chair.

Unfortunately, that attempt wasn't the best of actions, since...