Fuuka snaps out of it right as she hits her peak.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

"M, mm." Fuuka whispered to herself pleasantly, eyes closed as her fingers moved along... and within... her nude intimates. It had been ages since she'd let herself indulge herself like that... for some reason this time felt better than ever. She breathed out, letting her legs sway back and forth as she quickened the motions of her hands ever so slightly, letting her rear move forward and back in tune with her movements.

The room was silent, everyone around Fuuka watching with transfixed stares. There was no way what they saw was happening before their eyes, but sure enough, it was. Fuuka was there, very naked, and on the verge of climaxing!

"A, aaah..." Fuuka breathed out with a heavy sigh, clutching her thighs around her hands. She was almost there... she breathed in and out quicker, opened her eyes... and her eyes met her teacher's as she felt her fingers dampening.

"T, teacher... w, why are you...." Fuuka whispered deliriously, then moved her gaze around the class, taking in the horrifying sight before her. Students... her classmates...

"W, what are you all... aaaaah!" She gasped into her own sentence, blushing as she leaned over into her desk, her breasts heaving sharply. "O, oooh no... n, not n-...aaaah..." Fuuka moaned audibly, and felt her hands weaken as her thighs tensed around them. Her backside rose and settled into the desk, as Fuuka felt her moans intensifying, taking away any effort at speech.

"Mm, mm...n, nooooo..." She shut her eyes, trying to block out her surroundings, and pretend none of this was happening. But it was... she felt her back straighten against the desk as she bit her lip, staring up at the ceiling as she began to sweat. Her thighs parted, her damp hands left the bare space between her moist hips, and she came.

"Aah...ah....ah..." Fuuka unconsciously traced her wet fingers across the inside of her legs, hoping no one could see the result... but it didn't matter. A student would have to be all kinds of naive to not put two and two together. Still, the painful silence went on, all eyes on Fuuka.

Finally, a horrified teacher broke the agonizing quiet. "Yamagichi, out of the class."

"T, teacher... I, I-... This is all..."

"OUT!"

Elizabeth barely held back a giggle. That had been delightful to watch.

Still, as ruinous as it seemed, she could still salvage Fuuka's reputation and wipe the memory from those spectators as well.

But not Fuuka's. Oh no, she'd let her remember that incident forever.

As for the moment, well... as tempting as the alternative was, she knew what the next best thing to do was. Elizabeth relished the sight for a moment longer, then...