Hatsu, 26 Years Old, New Swimming Teacher

"Nori's train was cancelled, so we need someone to cover the Geography class." The Deputy Headmistress says to Hatsu. "Sorry, but you're the only one not scheduled to teach a class right now."

"But... But..." Hatsu says, panicking.

"Don't worry, a basic lesson plan has been made available. Just get them to read the specified chapters, and then answer the multiple choice questions."

"But... But...!!!" Hatsu waves her hands over her body. She doesn't want to say it, but she needs to get her point across.

"And?" The Deputy Headmistress narrows her eyes. "Is there a problem?"

Hatsu sighs deeply. "No. There's no problem."

The only thing stopping her from running away is the fact that one of the other teachers will be 'disappeared' if she does. Essentially, this was a hostage **** situation.

"M-Miss Nori is delayed, so I'm here to s-supervise your study." Hatsu stammers to the class. "You'll be studying these chapters." She indicates to the subject titles written on the chalkboard.

"Hey Miss Hatsu, where's your normal clothes?" One male student asks innocently.

"One of my mates said he spotted you rushing from your car in the parking lot to the pool area in your swimsuit. Do you not have any other clothes?" Another chimes in.

"Don't normal people wear underwear in the classroom?" A third chuckles.

Hatsu feels so **** and exposed in her high-hip black swimsuit.

Being spoken to like this is bad enough, but having no good retorts... and not being allowed to just tell them to shut their traps and keep their eyes to themselves... makes it all the more brutal.

Instead, all she can do is cross her legs and try to deflect.

"I'm the swimming teacher. This is what I wear to teach." She says, pathetically.

"Do all swimming teachers wear swimming costumes that show off their hips?" She gets asked.

"Hey Miss, what's that phrase right at the top of the board? I can't read it." Another boy asks.

Finally. Something that's not about my body.

She turns around and squints upwards. It looks legible enough to her, but for the benefit of the class she begins to read the words.

But she's only just started when she's interrupted by the peurile snickering.

"It's right up her ass crack."

"Her butt cheeks are essentially naked."

"I can almost see her pussy lips."

Spinning back around, red in the face, Hatsu has to bite her tongue to avoid saying something that would probably earn her another uniform 'upgrade', assuming someone in this class is one of the Headmistress's informants.

Instead she just crosses her legs awkwardly, trying to avoid exposing the cleft of her pussy.

After an hour of verbal ****, within which time she was **** to tell two female students off for trying to defend her, and endure countless comments about her tits, ass and pussy, Hatsu has had enough.

She can't do this any more. She's just got too much pride to endure this much damage to her ego.

When she leaves the Academy at the end of the day, she's just going to drive and drive and drive.

She's never coming back.

She feels a little sorry for the woman who appears below her in the staff register, but to be honest, that woman seemed like a degenerate slut anyway. If it has to be someone, it might as well be her.