Author's Note:
Thank you again everyone for your support. This chapter was initially submitted back in August 2023, and then was delayed due to various issues and I just didn't get around to fixing them because RL reared it's head. Sorry for the delay.
The spare clothing in his office suggested David practically lived here, but the reaction of those we passed in the halls supported my understanding that he was hardly ever around in person. Some girls looked at him in curiosity, perhaps wondering who he was. Many averted their eyes and hurried past. What did he do to them to make himself so feared and despised? Or was it all just bull shit? Did he tell everyone just to fake it, like he told me, and then just ride on reputation alone? Wishful thinking again?
"Mr Sòng!" Looking up I saw the headmaster walking towards us. He looked me over. "Success then?"
"Always. But I'll need to debrief you later, this afternoon. I have a class to teach right now."
"Ah, of course. Shall I inform, ah Mrs Sòng--"
"No! Don't inform her of anything. And I've told you that she is
not
to be called Mrs Sòng in my presence."
"Ah, my apologies. I just, er, well, I called her Ms Lynh and she was very, er, angry." The headmaster shifted uncomfortably. So even he was terrified of David?
"Unsurprising. In English, it would be Ms Nguyen, but don't call her that to her face. Also,
do
try and prevent her wandering my school. Discreetly, of course."
"Ah, of course." The headmaster sounded a bit flummoxed but David ignored him and continued our progression down the hall. The second bell rang just as he steered me towards a classroom with large double doors on our right. We went through the left-hand door, there was some sort of building work partially done preventing us from using the right one. It looked like the front of the room was being made into a smaller room which would be accessed by the right door, but only the framework was up.
Along with my classmates, four guards were stationed inside the room. Generally, the guards stayed in the hallways during classes. Was the guards' presence here because David was teaching the class, because of what happened with Huyen, or a combination of both? There was a small amount of chatter in the room, but it died off seconds after we entered the room.
"Join your class, Kassandra." David ordered me. As I made my way to the only spare desk all eyes were on me.
"Are you all right?" Jennifer mouthed at me as I passed her.
"No talking!" David must have seen her and Jennifer looked down at her hands. "And students should rise when a teacher, or any authority figure, enters the room." There was a scraping of chairs on the floor as everyone scrambled to their feet. This was the first time I had seen a teacher arrive to class after us students at the academy and it felt like none of the girls knew what the protocol was. Or perhaps they hadn't yet realised that David would be our teacher, Mrs Duckworth had said that aside from my Mandarin class, David hadn't taught in a long time.
"In the absence of your regular teacher, I will be taking this class," David said. A silent ripple went through the room. "When I enter the room, or you enter and I am here, you will greet me with lǎoshī hǎo. Say it now." There was a murmur throughout the room as everyone attempted to say the phrase. "That was terrible. And if you need to refer to me by name within this class you will call me Sòng lǎoshī. Understood?" There were nods around the room. "Well?"
"Yes, Sòng lǎoshī," I, and part of the class said. The other part said, "Yes, Mr Sòng." David sighed.
"Apparently not," He muttered under his breath. It was kinda funny, except no one was laughing. It seemed everyone was too terrified to see the humour so I tried to keep a straight face. "Never mind speaking correctly or getting your mouths around correct pronunciation. I have a far better purpose to put your mouths to. Pair up."
There was a rush as girls tried to find a partner, no doubt wondering, as I did, why we were paring up. But David kept interfering with the pairs we were choosing and in the end he put us all into pairs of his own choosing. I was paired with Jennifer.
"Now, we need all the chairs stacked at the back of the room--no girls, not you," he said as we started gathering up the chairs. Everyone froze. He'd been perfectly amenable since he'd entered, but everyone around me was walking on eggshells. He ordered the guards to move the chairs and desks leaving only five desks, one for each pair, lined across the middle of the room. Next, he ordered one of each pair to sit on their desk but again ended up interfering and just telling each pair which of them should sit on a desk.
Jennifer was chosen to sit on the desk, facing the front of the room and I stood in front of the desk, facing her. David grabbed something out of his backpack, but from my position I couldn't see what and then he walked along the front of the classroom. I couldn't see him without craining my head, which I didn't do, mostly because no one else was either. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt his hand on my arm.
"Don't be frightened," he said, "Hands aren't necessary in this class." He then tied my hands together behind my back with what felt and sounded like a zip tie. Jennifer also had her hands tied behind her back, and so did the rest of the class.
"We're deviating from the main subject at hand today," David said once we were all tied up. "We'll be back to cock sucking next lesson, but today we're eating pussy. Those of you sitting on the desks, spread your legs. Those of you-- come on now, spread them." Jennifer and the other four obeyed. David would have quite the view from the front of the room. "Those of you not sitting on a desk will be pleasuring your partner-- and your audience. It's important to always think of your audience and give them a good show. But no dallying," He held up his phone showing a stopwatch app open. "First one to make their partner cum wins. You may talk amongst yourselves for the purpose of the exercise, to guide your partner for example, but no idle chatter. Begin."
I looked between Jennifer's legs, surprised at how intimidated the sight made me feel. You'd think pleasuring someone with the same sort of genitals as I, would be easier. But maybe not. Everything was just... laid out there, before me. All open and on display. Was I meant to know my way around all that? I'd never looked at myself from quite the same angle as this before but it looked different somehow.
"Go on, Jennifer encouraged."
"Kassandra, are you being disobedient?" David had snuck up on me again.
"No lǎoshī, I was just trying to work out where to begin."
"Ah yes. You've not done this before. You grew up in a relatively well-off family, no?" He asked.
"Well, I guess..." What did
that
have to do with this?
"So you have meals with fancy cutlery? Same thing. You work outside in." He chuckled. Well, it was a start and I couldn't stall any longer. I leaned forward and feeling very self-conscious licked the inside of her outer labia. As I continued, David moved on, working his way down the line.
Jennifer guided me, slipping in the occasional whispered line of conversation. As I moved my way inward I managed to answer her questions, that I hadn't been in first lesson because David had interrogated me about Huyen. She confirmed that from what she'd heard everyone had lost all their possessions too.
Down the line I heard one of my classmates cry out in orgasm.
"Well done Natasha," David said. I heard the squeaking sound of him writing on the board. "Nine minutes, 34 seconds. Take a break and we'll allow the rest of the class to catch up. Or keep going if you like." David chuckled. Despite Jennifer's coaching and my best efforts, I finished last at 18 minutes, 23 seconds. David wrote my time on the board. "Now time to swap places," who needs help? Might be tricky getting on and off desks with hands behind your back." It wasn't that hard, but I had another problem.
