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TW: Slight R18

The halls were quieter than usual as Alice walked to Ms. Hontiveros' office. She’d been called there after class, told to bring her quiz paper from earlier for a quick review.

“Great,” Alice muttered under her breath, clutching the paper in her hands. “Just what I needed. More attention.”

She pushed open the door to the office, expecting a neat and orderly space, but instead, she was met with a surprising sight.

Ms. Hontiveros’ desk was cluttered with papers, books, and lesson plans scattered about. She was sitting on the edge of her desk, looking as calm and collected as ever. Alice quickly lowered her gaze, hoping to avoid the awkwardness of their last encounter.

“Hi, Alice. Just sit over there,” Ms. Hontiveros said, pointing to a chair near her desk.

Alice nodded and walked over, her mind still buzzing with the memory of their earlier interaction. Her stomach did a flip just thinking about how Ms. Hontiveros had caught her staring. She couldn't help but feel like a complete idiot.

But she sat down anyway, trying to focus on what Ms. Hontiveros was saying about her quiz paper.

"Alright," Ms. Hontiveros began, looking over the paper. "You did fine, but there are a few things you missed. Let’s go over them."

Alice nodded, listening intently as Ms. Hontiveros explained her mistakes. She felt grateful that her teacher was taking the time to explain things to her. It wasn’t every day that someone made the effort to help her in this way.

As Ms. Hontiveros continued, Alice began to relax just a little. But then—

A sound. A moan.

Alice froze, her eyes wide. The moan wasn’t loud, but it was unmistakable. It came from the back of the office, from behind the partition that separated the room.

For a moment, Alice thought she had imagined it, but no—there it was again. A soft, breathy sound, followed by a low voice that Alice couldn’t quite make out. Her heart rate picked up, and she felt the sudden urge to leave, to escape from whatever she had just overheard.

But she didn’t move.

“Ms. Hontiveros?” Alice asked cautiously, her voice wavering.

Ms. Hontiveros looked up from the quiz paper, her expression calm and unreadable. “Hmm?”

Alice hesitated. She wasn’t sure what to say. Should she ask about the noise? Should she pretend she hadn’t heard it?

Before she could make up her mind, the sound came again, this time clearer. It wasn’t a moan of pain or discomfort—it was different. Almost like... pleasure?

Alice’s face turned bright red. She looked down at the quiz paper in her lap, her hands gripping it a little too tightly. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was Ms. Hontiveros... involved with someone?

Just as she was about to speak up again, Ms. Hontiveros stood up, walking past Alice and towards the back of the office. “Sorry about that,” she said, sounding unfazed.

“One of the other teachers is giving me a quick update on something. Nothing to worry about.”

Alice couldn’t hide the confusion on her face, but she nodded anyway, not daring to ask any more questions.

She tried to focus on the quiz paper again, but her mind was racing. What had she just heard? Was it really what she thought it was?

Ms. Hontiveros was back at her desk in a moment, acting like nothing had happened. “Alright, Alice, let’s get back to work. No more distractions.”

But Alice couldn’t shake the images that had suddenly filled her mind. She had to force herself to focus, to ignore the flush creeping up her neck.

It was only a matter of time before she found herself asking, “Did... did someone just—?”

But Ms. Hontiveros interrupted her. “Let’s finish up here, okay?” Her tone was gentle but firm, making it clear that whatever Alice had been about to say, it wasn’t something she needed to dwell on.

Alice nodded, feeling both relieved and more confused than ever. Whatever had just happened, she wasn’t about to get any answers. At least, not today.

As she walked out of the office, her mind was still reeling. One thing was clear—Ms. Hontiveros was definitely full of surprises. And Alice wasn’t sure if she could handle the next one.

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Ms. Hontiveros POV

I sat at my desk, staring at the papers in front of me, but my thoughts were far from academic. The toy nestled inside me was pushing my limits, each small shift making my body respond in ways I couldn't control.

It had been a while since I allowed myself this indulgence, and now I was regretting it—mostly because of the consequences it was having.

The soft buzz of the toy sent waves of heat through my body, but I forced myself to stay focused.

Alice would be here any minute now. She’d been called to my office for a quick quiz review—something entirely innocent, yet my thoughts were anything but pure.

I couldn’t stop thinking about our last encounter—the way she looked at me, the tension that hung in the air between us.

I cursed myself for letting it escalate to this point.

I heard the door creak open, and I quickly adjusted myself, trying to compose my expression. A tight smile formed on my lips, though my insides were betraying me. The pressure from the toy inside me made it hard to remain calm, but I had to try.

Alice stepped inside, holding her quiz paper nervously, and I felt heat flush my cheeks. I couldn’t let her see anything was wrong. I had to keep up the facade.

"Hi, Alice," I greeted her, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. "Just sit over there," I gestured to the chair across from my desk.

I mentally cursed myself again—my desk was a mess, papers and books scattered haphazardly, an attempt to appear normal, though it couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Alice nodded and sat down, her eyes avoiding mine, still embarrassed by our previous interaction.

The tension between us was palpable. My mind raced with everything I should say to break the silence, but the pressure from the toy inside me made it hard to concentrate.

I had to stay calm. I had to act normal.

“Alright,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. “Let’s go over your quiz. You did fine, but there are a few things you missed.”

I tried to ignore the way the toy hummed with every slight movement I made, its presence almost unbearable. Every shift, every subtle motion made the sensation inside me intensify, and I forced myself to focus on Alice’s paper.

My hands trembled as I explained her mistakes, though I did my best to maintain composure. But my body wasn’t cooperating.

Then, it happened—a soft moan escaped from me. A breathy sound that slipped out before I could stop it. It wasn’t loud, but unmistakable.

My heart raced, and my stomach churned with a mix of dread and desire. I couldn’t let Alice hear that.

I couldn’t let her know what was happening under my desk.

But it happened again. Another moan, louder this time, accompanied by a soft gasp. I gripped the edge of my desk, my knuckles going white.

I prayed Alice hadn’t noticed, but I saw the way she stiffened in her seat. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out where the sound had come from.

I cursed inwardly. She had heard it.

I scrambled to think of something—anything—to cover for it. “Sorry about that,” I said, standing up a little too quickly.

“One of the other teachers is giving me an update on something. Nothing to worry about.” I hoped she’d believe me, but her expression told me she wasn’t sure. I could see the confusion in her eyes.

The moan came again, this time louder and more insistent. I couldn’t hold back anymore. The pressure inside me was building, and I had to take a deep breath, forcing myself to regain control.

Alice was still looking at me, her gaze flicking nervously between the paper and my face. It was clear she was starting to piece things together.

“Ms. Hontiveros?” she asked, her voice soft, unsure.

My breath hitched, and I tried to appear unfazed, even though everything inside me was screaming. I couldn’t let her know what was really happening.

“Hmm?” I answered, forcing my voice to remain steady, though it was getting harder to keep up the act.

“Did… did someone just—?”

I cut her off quickly, my desperation to change the subject overwhelming me. “Let’s finish up here, okay?” I said, my tone firm, though I still tried to keep it gentle enough to not raise suspicion.

I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping that would keep her from asking any more questions.

Alice hesitated, still clearly confused, but she nodded. She looked down at the quiz paper again, and I watched her for a moment, trying to steady my breath.

The toy inside me shifted again, sending another wave of sensation through my body. Every second felt like an eternity as I struggled to maintain control.

I tried to focus on Alice, tried to focus on her quiz, but it was becoming impossible. The pressure was overwhelming.

By the time Alice was about to leave, I felt like I was on the edge of losing control.

I forced myself to smile, but it was tight, strained. I watched Alice walk out, still unaware, still confused, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I needed to get a grip. I needed to focus.

But as I sat there, I couldn’t help but wonder—had Alice figured it out? And if she had, what would happen next?