Jess should have known better than to tempt fate. The day had gone in a similar fashion, though not nearly as extreme. The other teachers had practically ignored her very existence, only focusing on her to reprimand the petite teen. No extra work had been piled onto her already punitive load to her gratitude. The students weren't nearly so keen to be indifferent to her, by comparison that is. Lunch had been her only reprieve thanks to Kyodai's striking presence.
Even then, Jess was incapable of shaking the feeling that she was being watched.
"What's wrong?" Kyodai asked after Jess glanced around for the umpteenth time. The teen jumped slightly and turned her attention back to her lunch.
"Uh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"You sure? Is there someone you're waiting for?" Kyodai looked around as well, however saw nothing out of the ordinary; students talking amongst each other as they stared open mouth at the princess, though no one else sat at her table save for Jess.
"No. Just a bit... nervous, I guess," Jess took a large bite from her chicken burger.
"Sorry," Kyodai lowered her voice. Her companion coughed and took a long drink of water.
"No, no. I-it's not you, Kyo," Jess didn't miss the increased murmurs behind her as a group heard the nickname, "I just... y'know..." Kyodai giggled and leaned her head down to Jess's.
"Yeah, and I'm glad I do." A familiar burn resurged in Jess's cheeks as she smiled and gently nuzzled her head into the princess's.
"Think they'll ever stop staring?" Jess enquired and scanned the room quickly.
"Nope." They chuckled and resumed their meals.
Across the room, one girl in particular watched Jess intensely.
Melissa had never been far from her target. The dastardly girl rarely had Jess out of her line of sight, only losing her in a crowd or when they didn't share lessons. She watched her target with an unwavering devotion, like a hawk eying its prey. Until, at long last, the day came to an end.
Melissa stood in the futanari restroom. Her arms were folded and she tapped her foot expectantly. No one else had come in after her for the past thirty minutes, leaving her in silence save for the echo of her shoe on the tile and the buzz of the filaments in the lights overhead. She checked her phone and noted the time; a smile crept across her features even as frustration flashed in her eyes.
She'd long accepted her role as second to the princess, as far as their influence and beauty were concerned. However, allowing someone to materialise from total obscurity was something she couldn't allow. Even if Kyodai wished it. Melissa sighed and leaned back with her hands on a basin.
"I look forward to our time together, Jessica."
Jess shuddered in her chair and looked to the front of the classroom. Mrs. Stephenson typed away at her computer, ignoring the teen who returned to scribbling furiously in an effort to put her detention to good use. Kyodai had gone home almost an hour ago. The kiss goodbye still lingered on Jess's lips and sent small, gentle waves of warmth throughout her form. She glanced at the teacher and felt the warmth surge to a blaze. Jess pushed her anger away and continued with her work.
It wasn't Mrs. Stephenson's fault. It's Melissa's, she reminded herself. Whoever that girl was, she had clear connections with the faculty, enough clout to turn them against Jess at the very least. In the background, the clock ticked idly by, seeming to drag purposefully. Jess couldn't resist looking at it every other second, only for the minute hand to remain almost perfectly frozen. She only had another fifteen minutes to go.
"M-Mrs. Stephenson?" Jess hesitantly raised a hand. The teacher jumped as if pulled from a deep trance and looked to her charge.
"Yes, Miss Carmine," her tone was indifferent and lacked its warmth entirely. If Jess didn't know better, she would think that Melissa had swapped out the faculty with robot clones.
"Please may I leave? K-K-Kyodai-Hime i-is expecting me," it wasn't a total lie, Jess assured herself. Kyodai had said that she'd wait for Jess to call later.
"No. That would undermine the punishment, now wouldn't it? And I know full well what the princess's schedule is. She will have returned home by now, far away from you, I'm sure."
Jess felt her cheeks boil and her fingers curl into a fist. Everything the teacher said was true, Jess couldn't deny a word of it, however it did little to justify what she was doing.
"Mrs. Stephenson, please?" The teacher's lack of expression suddenly cracked as a nervous frown creased her forehead. She glanced to the door and paused, before turning to face Jess with a smile now on her face.
"I can't have you trying to undermine me, Miss Carmine. Another word out of you and I'll be forced to worsen your punishment."
"What're you..." Jess snapped her jaw shut when her teacher stood with a sharp crack of her palm on wood. Mrs. Stephenson sauntered over, her movements deliberately slow and made to draw the eye. Jess gulped, but remained quiet.
"Miss Carmine," the teacher began, "Detention is a time for students to be quiet and reflect on their actions. Clearly, that isn't working for you. Which means it's well within my authority to enlist more... severe methods."
"Ma'am?" Jess squeaked and shrank back into her chair. Mrs. Stephenson leaned down until her breath tickled Jess's ear.
"I'm sorry." Jess tried to respond, but the door barged open an instant later. Mrs. Stephenson pulled back slowly and shot the teen a mournful look.
"My, my. Jennifer, you can't control your students very well can you? A little discipline is in order, no?" Jess's eyes widened at the familiar voice and she leaned to the side. Walking down the aisle of desks, was Mrs. Obsidian. She had a whip bouncing on one hip and an array of small, pocket sized sex toys on the other. Her breasts swayed side to side in their poor excuse for coverage, the milky white mounds jiggling heavily. Jess's hands clenched at the sides of her desk.
"M-Mrs. Obsidian, w-what're you d-doing here?" The leather and latex bound teacher glanced down at the teen, but didn't answer her.
"You could say that, Carol. Maybe we should get to work?" Jennifer's expression belied the confidence in her voice, confliction affixing itself to her gaze. Carol was more than capable of picking this out, her own insecurities flitting across her face. She was far more controlled however and kept her steely eyes fixed on Jennifer.
"Yes... let's."
Jess looked to the nearest door, however it was too far for someone with her diminutive stature to reach. Not without being caught that is. Her phone resided in her pocket as normal, but they would confiscate the moment she pulled it out. A scream? Jess glanced down to the sex toys Mrs. Obsidian was carrying and refrained from making a sound. Just play along, Jess told herself. It'll be easier that way.
She lowered her head and eyes to the desk submissively. Carol chuckled darkly and laid a hand on the teen's head.
