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Chapter 9 by TheDespaxas TheDespaxas

You get at the college in time for your second class of the day.

Introduction to sociology

This class is a requirement for you to get your business degree, the university is persuaded that you can't get a grasp on economics without understanding people and society at large.

Your professor Mrs Klum is a middle aged blonde woman with her hair in a tight bun and perfectly tailored clothes. She doesn't like people dressing sluty in her classroom and is know to all Acropolis City as one of the founders of ASPIC. The anti super powered improper conduct league.

It the last class you would like to attend in a skimpy outfit but you were in such a rush that you forgot about it.

"Decency, ladies and gentlemen, is what separates society from chaos. All evolved societies put great credit on decency and a modest attire. The so called super heroes that infest our city parade around more than half naked and perform in public acts of perversion that are only fit for whores and degenerates. " she announces to the class.

Being a super and one with actually no outfit you feel that this was aimed at you despite no one knowing your identity or even the existence of your alter ego.

" Only savages and the most perverted individuals would consider leaving their house totally naked. Nudity is a shameful thing and should only be an option in private when there is no other possibility." she continues.

You have lowered your skirt before sitting down but it has the tendency to bunch itself up. Your ass is now resting bare on the cold plastic of the chair.

You don't know was is happening today but your pussy is on fire as you listen to Mrs Klum decry the obscenity of this modern age and exalting the virtues of a better time when women were chaste and men polite.

You try to resist the urge to masturbate but only manage to break a metal pen in two. You look in shock as the strong steel tube of the fancy pen falls broken in two on your desk. You have ink stains on the front of your blouse.

You raise your hand to be excused. Mrs Klum motions you to come see her.

"As you can see from this young girl predicament the fashion of the recent era is detrimental to both comfort and decency. A proper lady wouldn't have left home without a jacket to protect her blouse and would wear a brassiere to hide and constrict her udders. This girl, for we can't call her a lady, has chosen to wear next to nothing and is now exposing herself to us. " she points out.

You put down your skirt and try to cover your inkstained blouse with your school bag. In this moment you wish you could disappear without exposing not your body but your powers.

" You can go to the lavatory to clean the worse off these obscene rags, but you would be better served trashing them and going to by proper clothes. " she tells you.

You rush away towards the door, your speed flashing your ass to the whole assembly as this damned skirt rises up.

Once sure that the bathroom is empty you remove your blouse to wash it in the sink. You use soap from the dispensers but it's a lost cause. At best you manage to spread the ink and give your cream colored blouse a blue hue.

You put it on the heater under the window to make it dry.

You are topless in a toilet and wearing only a tiny skirt. You still have no idea why you are so strong suddenly, or so horny.

You find a large neon marker in your bag and decide to take the edge off or you will never bear a day of class this excited.

You are about to cum when...

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