Her eyes momentarily out of commission, Pia stared at nothing in blind confusion. At first, she feared the applause. She had done nothing, what was this. Then her expression changed to veiled delight, as it dawned upon her that this was indeed approval. Apparently, the class liked her. She was not taken a picture of as part of some joke, it was actually because someone thought she would make a pretty motif.

Pia's lips curled, smiling, and her posture changed. Still guarded, but more like a younger girl, unexpectedly given praise. Pia felt much better, but was still happy to watch Ms.Saika speak to the class, attention once again back on the charming teacher.

Only when Natsuki mentioned nude photography did her heart skip a beat. When her name was called, it skipped another one, for a dreadful half moment thinking the teacher would cruelly use her as the model.

Relief mingled with something else as Pia understood the beautiful professor intended to do the job herself.

".."
Pia was silent a split second, then her desire to make herself useful kicked in. "Yes, certainly!", she said, skipping over to the teacher in a few,swift steps, ready to help at any cue. She hoped her training with Kanoe might help her here, have made her a little better at taking the tiny hints needed to assist someone properly. But there was also the fact her hearth beat a little faster at the thought of revealing the nude form of the delicious woman, and she did not know if an audience made her feel better about that, or worse.

Pia put the sandals away, placing them neatly near a chair. A she put them down, she ran a finger over the smooth leather. Nice.. smooth.. nice.
It applied to both the owner and the footwear.

As the gorgeous woman allowed her assistant to undress her, Pia's manner was almost reverent. This might be just business as usual for the teacher, but to Pia it was undeniably erotic. The act of undressing, of clothes being removed was in itself something sexual. Indeed, was not the slow revelation of bare skin and feminine shapes often as sexy as the nude form? Pia was of that opinion. And to be allowed to help in that task with someone as beautiful as the teacher was special to Pia, even if it was just a part of her job.

Ms.Saika was as gorgeous looking as one could imagine. Not only did she have slender, but still well shaped limbs, and near flawless skin, but she possessed something more. An easy, natural confidence, perhaps, or maybe a knowledge of how to please the viewer, perhaps honed through years of photography, until it was something she used subconsciously. Or perhaps it was Pia, adding her imagination to the already gorgeous shape of the woman.

A jolt of both desire and self-conciousness went though the blonde girl as Ms Saika offered her her backside. Anyone not focused on the teacher, and sparing a glance for the assistant would notice the slight widening of Pia's eyes, the way her movements changed, freezing monetarily. Her gaze could not be stopped from following the curve of the slender back, down to the perky rear and back up to the bow of the bra.

Pia reached out. Gently, she pulled the straps aside, letting them fall down past the shoulders, then, because she could not help herself, let a finger linger just a tiny bit longer then necessary on the smooth fabric, before pulling the bow, revealing the topless form of the teacher to the class.

Pangs of desire wrecked her, no less strong just because she struggled to hide it, and growing even stronger as Pia bowed down towards Ms. Saika's rear in order to help remove her panties.

Pia stifled a little yelp as the light disappeared. Her body jerked a little, but she forced it to stay still. More than a year on Shokushu had cultivated a certain nervousness in her, akin to an antelope on the savannah, even when grazing ready to bolt the second a hint of lion passed its nostrils. BUt this was no monster attack, just a poor connection, perhaps something to do with the weather.

It did give Pia a shot of adrenaline, though. Her heart beat hard, the split second of surprise heightening the excitement she already felt. The naked form of Natsuki hovered before Pia's inner eye. It was like she had memorized the shade of the teachers skin, the length and slenderness of her legs. The sight of luxurious hair against nude skin.
The loss of eyesight did not lessen this in any way. On the contrary, Pia was acutely aware that somewhere in the darkness, well within her grasp, was Ms.Saika's delightful naked form.

Had the shy blonde been someone else, she might even have exploited the situation. A small brush with her hand, a muttered apology.. an accident easily explained by the darkness. Pia would never do such a thing, but the seeds of a fantasy was planted.

Then the light came back on. The object of her fascination visible again, granting Pia a second revelation of Ms.Saika's gorgeous form.

'Prop!', she demanded, causing Pia to panic. Distracted by her own desire, she was uncertain what Natsuki meant. Was this something she as an assistant should handle? Luckily, a student was at the ready. With carefree, elegance, the teacher caught the umbrella, and then left the room, entering the rain.

As a motive, it was brilliant, Pia realized. Ms.Saika seemed to radiate natural, easygoing confidence and sexuality, The rain and the wind seemed nothing but the elements way of playing with her, and the light from the patio was reflected in odd ways by the raindrops, no doubt proving an additional challenge for a photographer, but also adding a certain magic to the scene. She did not know it, but the blonde young assitant was smiling, delighted by the scene, looking at the model with simple, happy delight.

Speaking of magic, Pia became aware that her mana was strong now. Her inner power, her source of magic, was a waxing and waning thing. It was strongest in the presence of others with strong powers, but would sometimes flare just because she felt particularly delighted, pleasant or aroused. Now it was bubbling. If her body was a bottle, her psychic essence was like sparkling champagne or a liquid spring day speckled with pink and gold, contained within, but wanting to spring forth.
Pia wanted nothing more than to join the teacher, let cold drops tease bare skin, to laugh at the wind and the water.

Her smile suddenly froze, and self consciously, she glanced around herself. Pia was sometimes unsure of how noticeable her inner power was to others. Mostly, it should be hard even to detect for anyone not sensitive to such matters, but it was hard to tell. Voluptarius magic was subtle, but had a mind of its own. Even without that, Pia was suddenly very concious of how she felt. Did the student with the short hair glance at her with a knowing smile? Was her friend with the ear-ring also looking at her? The two shared a whisper.. Was Pia spilling her magic? Could they somehow sense her lust?

Then one of them reached into her handbag, handed the other one a lens. Camera stuff. Ordinary stuff.

Pia sighed in relief, and let her shy gaze return to the teacher outside.

The chill did not seem to hamper Ms.Saika. Instead the woman seemed to be like an elf or nymph, carefree and at home in the elements.

Pia stared at the teacher she was supposed to assist with a rapt expression. She did not heed the little pushes of the students, she just let herself be moved, not even realizing she was being herded away from relative shelter and into the rain. Unmindful, Pia swept away the droplets who gathered at her neck and the cusp of her breast, brushing away little stars of water, who were just replaced with others.

Her eyes feasted on Natsuki. The woman was brilliant, playing her role to the hilt. Tiny rivulets of water played on her skin, the wind seemed to play with her like a wild lover. The woman projected a playful delight in the elements, a sensual tease of the senses with an undercurrent of delicious temptation, all at once.

Pia watched her, her mouth half open, the taste of rainwater on her tongue, as Natsuki posed for her. For her. To Pia, it was like just the two of them existed, like the other students and their cameras were just a scenic effect. It was just that Natsuki was good at posing and performing, Pia's intellect tried to tell her, but on an emotional level, she felt she was given this vision just for her benefit.

Pia's blue eyes traced the nude teachers figure, how she stood poised, her position emphasizing her slender legs, dainty feet.. traced a shapely butt, kissed by rain and wind, admired her figure, highlighted by the lighting.. and then their eyes met. Pia's cheeks reddened, she felt like she had been caught doing something naughty, a tiny mortal watching a goddess play. Yet the glance did not carry any scolding, rather something like a veiled invite.

The assistant blushed. She would normally have looked down, but yet she was unable to take her eyes away. Cheeks reddened, her face turned downwards, yet her blue eyes kept contact, harbouring both desire and longing, even if almost hidden by her lashes. Pia's features seemed to blend a potent mixture of innocent shyness and naughty desire, in a way she would never have been able replicate if she knew she was doing it.

Natsuki turned halfway, giving Pia a chance to admire her perky rear once more. Pia found her hearth was hammering, indeed, she felt a rush of blood to her head not unlike the rush just before a passionate kiss.

Then the camera was placed in Pia's hands. It was like a lead weight. Pia felt like every eye was on her, that she had been given some sort of herculean challenge. I got to time it with the lighting.. but how?.. How do I know when to press the trigger..

Fumbling with the camera, she aimed it at Natsuki. With little light, she had a hard time even focusing it. Stressed out, she pressed the button down too fast, catching nothing but a frame of blurry darkness. With feverish movements, she tried aiming again. Water had gathered on the lens, as well as on her glasses. Fumbling, she dried it off. She aimed the camera again, and in panic, snapped another picture..

..just as the sky was ripped by the lighting. The heavens turned into a kaleidoscope of bright white. Pia's camera caught a perfect feminine figure, defined by contrasts. Wet skin, reflecting the lighting, bright, iridescent and glowing, and the rest of the figure in shadow, yet clearly defined by the bright sky behind it. An elemental creature of light and darkness.

Blinded by the lighting, the figure was etched into Pia's eyes, as she blinked in a desperate attempt at recovering her vision, a negative image of Natsuki dancing before her eyes.
Then the wall of sound came, a few seconds after the flash of lighting. Nature's own bass section produced a primal roar, so loud it Pia could feel it in her abdomen.
A gaggle of squeals erupted from the other students, part thrill and part awe of the thunder.

Pia fumbled the camera, dropping it on the wet grass. She was down on all four in an instant, checking that it was not destroyed, feverishly cleaning it.

It was perhaps a good thing to have the technical issues to focus on. That gave Pia something to focus on, gave her natural curiosity the chance to carve itself a bigger territory on the map of her brain, showing her desire for the teacher a bit away from the forefront, at least for a little while.

Drying of her teacher, helping her get dressed had been a test on her will and composure. It was a scene not unlike something she might have done for Kanoe or Susan, a flash of something familiar, yet subtly erotic, triggering all sort of responses she did not anticipate. A simple act like gently brushing aside the teacher's smooth and silky hair triggered memories of doing the same with Susan just a few days ago. Back then she had leaned in and kissed her girlfriend on the neck, triggering a smile and a kiss in return. To Pia it seemed like it would be obvious to everyone in the room that her brain ran though similar scenarios with Ms. Saika.

In the same way, being invited into the tiny dark room gave the naughtier parts of Pia's mind fodder for a few other scenarios, snippets of secret trysts playing on her inner cinema, but the chemical smells and the task of learning provided welcome relief. There was not much she knew of the technical, behind the scenes part of photography, and Ms.Saika was a skilled teacher. Pia found everything quite interesting, and quickly picked up on things, inserting a few questions from time to time.

The proximity did provide a challenge, though. Especially when Pia accidentally placed her hand upon Ms. Saika's, a gesture that could so easily been interpreted as a carefully planned gesture, a brief, gentle touch to probe the limits of accepted intimacy, even though it had been purely accidental. Pia's heart jumped as a startled deer.
To cover up her embarrassment, Pia quickly fired off a couple of technical questions. She fiddled a little with her hair, a subconscious outlet for her emotions.

Sweet. Warm. Full. Good.. Pia's senses did a quick inventory of the teachers lips, while Pia's hearth hammered, lustful, bubbling blood coursing through her body. How deliciously forbidden. The shy, insecure student and the confident, experienced yet youthful teacher meeting in a moment of passion. It was something one of the various romances Pia had devoured could aspire too, really, with the possibilities of both secret romance or deliciously taboo passion, depending on the book. But Pia was for once not turning her mind to literary pursuits.

Swept away by the moment, Pia reacted by her body and senses before her thoughts could catch up. Her latent power, her mostly hidden mana, reacted too, soaring through her and giving guidance where her mind stumbled to catch up. She kissed back, not forcefully or confident, but rather shyly but willing, lips and tongue following where Natsuki led. She was not sure how her hand had ended up at the teacher's back, gently stroking her luxurious hair, which was off course just as luxurious as she could imagine.
While her mind was busy taking in the whole, her nature as a voluptarius was at work, subtly but still there. Adding a taste, an imprint of Pia, a sweet taste like raspberries and strawberries with cream.

Oh, l should not do this.. not do this.. I should..

Doubt rebelled against lust. Pia knew she should not do this. She knew she should b faithful. She knew she should not attract more attention from the staff. She knew, but knowing did not make anything easier.

"Please.. oh, please. No, this is.. not right.."
When Pia broke the kiss, all she could muster was a half chocked whisper, something someone even a few feet away would have been hard pressed to hear.

O my! This is not happening! It cannot be!

Pia had never before had such a direct advance from a member of the staff. Some, particularly the male ones, might view the prettier students in ways that suggested a little too much interest, but so far, Pia had dropped below the radar. Now she found herself right in it, and she had no way to react. This would lead to trouble, she knew. If she submitted, she could be punished for it. If she did not.. disobeying a teacher also meant punishment. And submitting.. would that not mean being unfaithful to Susan? To herself?

That she had fantasized about something like this just a little while ago did nothing to help the situation. She yearned to let the substitute teacher take her, ached to taste her mouth again, to feel her naked breasts against her own, to do the dance of skin and touches and for their voiced to moan out their climaxes forever.

While Pia's mind might have been divided, something inside her was not. The libidinous magic inside her was dancing like a snake, tugging at her, even pulling at Natsuki whenever she touched Pia, promising delights Pia would have to deliver.

"No..Don't! I don't want to!" She tried to slowly push Natsuki away. "You are real pretty and cool and all, but I am not even a lesbian!", she lied unconvincingly.

Pia's breath was uneven, raw and heavy. Tenseness and lust made the very act of exhaling and inhaling a heavy labour. Each time Natsuki leaned in to kiss her, Pia felt a spike of raw fear, yet as soon as lips embraced each other, it was so painfully sweet, she could not help but kiss back, and when the lips parted.. pure want made Pia tremble.
What the teacher said rang true. Granted, Pia had in her naivete never realized this was all a set up leading to this very moment, but her growing desire for the teacher had disabled each and every one of her warning bells. Her lustful thoughts, her poorly hidden attractions.. she had pretty much baited her own trap, then walked straight into it.

She could pull back, she knew. She could push the teacher away, make a dash for it thought the stormy night. That would mean a rush through the darkness of the forest, with all the risks that entailed, and whatever punishments a rejected Ms.Saika had in store for her, but Pia was used to the risks of this island. This was not what held her back.
No, the very knowledge that the teachers subtle body was hers for the taking was what chained her here. Her body was trembling with lust, and the tantric mana inside her was like a magnetic force ushering her towards Natsuki.

"Please.. I am begging you.. Let me.. let me go!". One last show of willpower. One last attempt to get out, one last push before she gave in..
Pia tried to grab hold of Ms, Saika's should, to physically move her aside. Yet by coincidence, luck, Freudian mishap or the machinations of Pia's voluptarius nature, she grabbed a handful of the teacher's shirt, just as she stumbled, trying to move. The sound of ripping fabric was followed by a split second of silence, finished by a boom of thunder from outside.
During that split second, the sight of fabric parting and buttons flying off, revealing to perfect breasts encased in sophisticated lace played before Pia's wide eyes like in slow motion. Faltering, Pia nearly lost her footing, and still holding on to the teacher, pulled her with her.

Her fate was sealed. Her appetite took control, and even as one hand sought support, her mouth was seeking the Natsuki's perfect cleavage..