Sana, 20 Years Old, Class 2-A

"Hey, where's Midori this morning?" Sana whispers to Oda as he takes his seat and waits for the teacher.

Oda just shrugs. "I was walking home with her yesterday and she suddenly doubled back."

"Did she say anything?"

Oda just shrugs again.

"I've been thinking, isn't she, you know, underneath Nishi in the student register?"

Oda looks like he's thinking for a moment, then just shrugs again.

Sana frowns. This is all so odd.

"Okay, settle down class, we have lots of learning to get through today."

The teacher enters the room, and all thoughts of Midori leave Sana's mind. Every student's eyes, even the women, are focused on their teacher's new outfit.

This tight blue dress is so short that Sana is genuinely surprised he can't see her crotch underneath it. He surely would be able to if he crouched down low. The material is so form-fitting that the contours of the teacher's hefty bosom and pert nipples are clear as day. The tiny white jacket covers her arms but hides absolutely nothing else. Her knee-high boots serve only to highlight her absolute lack of pantyhose. And the wedding ring on her finger sticks out like a sore thumb, an offensive juxtaposition to the sluttiness of her appearance. No married woman should be showing off her body to other men in this manner.

And then, the teacher turns around to write on the chalkboard. As she reaches up, her dress rises with her arm, exposing her skimpy white briefs, and ample exposed butt cleavage. Sana is one of several male students who let out a strangled gasp of arousal.

As her chalk moves up and down the board, her blue dress rises and falls like a hypnotic wave, continuously flashing the class. Each peek at her panties sends a jolt of pleasure to Sana's dick.

He is going to really struggle to focus in this morning's lesson.