Go to English class

You pick up your backpack and head as fast as you can to English class, holding your pack in front of you to hide your boner. You hope that if you can put your head into a book, you'll be able to ignore all the naked women surrounding you. That hope is dashed as you push past several of these women, their bare shoulders and thighs rubbing against you as they call out in shock.

"Hey, watch it!" Lucy and Paige say in unison.

"Hands to yourself!" Liane shouts.

"At least buy me dinner first!" Bridget jokes.

Miraculously, you make it to class and find a seat all the way up front where you don't have to see any of your friends' bare asses. Although, you realize that means they're going to see yours. But then, everyone's already seen you naked at this point, and it's not as bad as them seeing your erect cock.

You take the seat as your friends begin walking in. Quickly, you pick up your assigned book and pretend to read trying to ignore the nude parade of gorgeous women in front of you. Some are holding their backpacks in front of their breasts or pussies, some just cover one or the other or both with their arms. A few throw caution to the wind and let themselves be exposed, but their darting eyes and blushes betray them.

Both teachers, Cliodhna and Ms. Elsie Drake, are among the latter. The two boldly take their seats by the teacher's desk and try to act as professional as possible. "Alright students," Ms. Drake says, "it's good to see that everyone's here. Now, let's try to act like adults and have a nice, pleasant class. Now, let's take attendance."

Elsie calls out the day school girls while Cliodhna calls out the Night School ones. Most of them stutter and whisper, "Here." You catch Sophia and Samantha Leonie out of the corner of your eyes meekly raise their hands when called on. When it's your turn, your voice barely comes out as more than a whisper.

After that, the lesson continues on. To their credit, Cliodhna and Elsie attempt to act as if nothing is wrong, pretending the class is clothed and going about their lesson with little more than glasses and a blush. However, it doesn't help that every time they move to the chalkboard to write something, they stretch their bodies to show off their muscles and their asses. Your boner starts to grow again, forcing you to look back down at the book.

"Sam?" Ms. Drake calls. "Are we paying attention?"

You look up to meet her gaze and try to focus on her green eyes behind her glasses, instead of her pointed nipples and let your mind drift to how cold she must be. "Y-Yes, Ms. Drake."

"I'm not," Sophie groans. "We learned this stuff years ago, and I've got it programmed into me."

Cliodhna gives her a chilling glare. "I see. Then, Ms. Sophie, surely you won't mind stepping up to read the next sentence for the class."

Sophie's eyes widen as the class snickers. She glances at you as she gulps in embarrassment. "You - you can't be serious!"

"Do I look like I'm not serious?" The banshee asks, staring directly into Sophie's robotic soul.

Slowly, she stands up with her book and walks in front of you, covering her backside with her book. When she turns around, she carefully positions the book in front of her chest to block out her A-cup breasts while her other hand covers her pussy. "Um...the next sentence says..."

There's no way you can hide your erection now. Everyone around you is naked, your teachers are practically flaunting their bodies, and Sophie is almost giving a burlesque show with her posture.