You have a bad feeling about this, but you comply. "What next?"

"So, did you know there's a divination spell used to replay memories? Kind of like your movies. It's kind of hard to replay sight, but sounds aren't that hard for some reason. Now, do you know what memory I often replay?"

"W-What kind?" You start hearing a familiar voice, is that...miss Lazari's voice? What the hell is she planning to do?

"We're in class right now, you know, Life class. "She sits you down on what you think is a rock. "Can you see it? Imagine it in your head, and I'm right next to you. It even simulates the chitter chatter of other students, isn't that nice?"

You can see it. With the blindfold, your brain fills in the gap perfectly, and you can feel as if you're right here in class. She reaches down, and even though you know it's an act, you can't help but feel as if the teacher is going to call you out on it at any point. She never does, of course she doesn't, this is basically just an audio recording, and yet...

She touches you through your pants, slowly but surely, rising up the tension as you barely keep your composure. Table even pretends to shoo away other students sometimes, saying things like 'ah, he's just sick' and 'you should ask him about that later'. She is, if anything, a pretty good actress.

"And now, I've cast a divination spell that hides our presence incredibly well, even to the teacher. But be careful now, it doesn't stop sounds from coming out, so you have to be quiet, you hear?"

She takes off your pants agonizingly slowly, the voice of the teacher and the other students still put you on edge, you are truly, fully immersed now and you have the feeling that even if this was all real, you wouldn't stop her from what she's about to do next.

She sits on your lap, engulfing your manhood in one go. You hear her laugh, but it's a quiet laugh, quiet enough to not be noticed by other people. She goes up, and down, her fluids dripping down your pants into the grass- class floor. Everytime you're about to make a sound, she shuts you up with a kiss.

"You're such a freak, asking me to do that in class," Table says, acting as if you were at fault. "And- And casting a life spell to make me hornier so I couldn't refuse? You're- You're just the worst, you know? What if- What if someone finds us, mhh? What will they think? What if another student waltz in right now and- AND-"

Miss Lazari calls out your name. Shit, you remember that, that's when she was asking about your progress on the state of the plant.

"W-Well, are you going to answer? She'll get- mhh~ s-suspicious if you don't."

You try to formulate an answer, but it's hard to do so when you feel like you're about to climax with every second she spends on you. She even licks your ear with about three tongues just to make sure you don't get a single moment of clarity.

The teacher somehow doesn't see anything wrong with your answer and lets you go. Table doesn't hold back anymore, and she pushes off your seat into the floor. You panic, you're sure everyone has heard this by now, but you can't stop it. You finish into her as a strange sense of shame and pleasure overwhelms you.