In Classroom

Takagi-san, the infamous teasing demon with a cute face and an even cuter figure, sauntered into the classroom like a sultry cat, her hips swaying gently beneath her fitted skirt. Her long, luscious hair flowed behind her like a waterfall, cascading down to the small of her back. As always, she was the center of attention, drawing envious glares from both boys and girls alike. Today, however, she had her sights set on one person in particular: me.

I couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation, mixed with equal parts fear and excitement, run down my spine as I saw her approach my desk. Her emerald-green eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in close, her delicate breath tickling my ear. "Nishikata-san," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've been itching to have some fun with you."

Without another word, she reached out and slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my chest one button at a time. The cold air in the room made my nipples harden, and I felt a blush creep up my neck as she took her time undressing me. Her fingers were surprisingly gentle as they slipped under the fabric of my shirt, and I couldn't help but wonder how she could be so casual about the whole thing. It was almost as if she were undressing a mannequin, rather than a classmate.

When she finally pushed my shirt off my shoulders, I found myself standing there in nothing but my underwear, my heart racing and my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Takagi-san leaned back, her eyes raking up and down my body, before settling on my crotch. She pursed her lips and let out a low, throaty chuckle. "Oh, Nishikata-san," she drawled, "you're even smaller than I imagined."

Her words stung, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sort of thrill at the thought of her knowing how self-conscious I was about it. She reached out and tugged down my underwear, revealing my tiny, pale member to the world. The cold air made it shrink even further, and I felt a hot flush creep up my neck and across my cheeks.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, "look at that. It's almost cute, in a pathetic sort of way." Her voice was laced with amusement, and I could feel her eyes roaming over my exposed body, taking in every detail. "I suppose I should at least humor you and have some fun, hm?"

Before I could even process what she was saying, she had snatched my phone out of my pocket and taken a picture of my tiny, flaccid member. My cheeks flushed even hotter, and I felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger surging through me. "Give that back!" I demanded, my voice shaking.

Takagi-san just smiled sweetly, clicking her tongue in mock disappointment. "Oh, Nishikata-san," she teased, "you're so cute when you're angry." She tilted her head to the side, considering her next move. "You know, I could just delete that picture and forget all about this. Or..." She paused dramatically, trailing off.

My heart raced as I waited for her to continue. "Or what?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Takagi-san leaned in closer, her emerald-green eyes boring into mine. "Or," she drawled, "I could send that picture to everyone in our class." She paused, savoring the look of horror that must have been plastered across my face. "After all," she added with a wicked grin, "it's only fair that they get to see what they've been missing out on."