"Greetings class" said the teacher before beginning her class "Today, we have a new student entering the class, please give her a warm welcome"

Standing just behind her, a pink haired girl of short stature bowed and spoke,

"Hello, I am Mikoyan Gurevich, 19 years old, pleased to meet you."

The class gave their Hi's and Hellos to her before being motioned to take a seat. Miko promptly took her place in the class, and the lesson started soon after. not 15 mintues into the class, Miko was already suffering from an serious case of boredom, taking steps of her own to ensure she doesnt die of it. Using her limited telekinesis, she pulls the hair of another girl a few seats away, the victim blaming that cruel prank on her seatmate just behind her.

still, their was still much class time to be spent on mischief, and Miko was getting restless as it is.

Even with such pranks the teacher's droning voice proves to be a mighty impediment to liveliness. It did not drone, like soem stereotype. The old man's lecture was far worse than a simple drone, which might be tuned out like the sound of a television. Instead, he spoke in a high, nasal voice, and often repeated his conjunctions.

"And class," he spoke through his beet red nose, pushing up his thick spectacle on their frayed cord around his neck, rubbing his balding, bullet like head and shaking out his jowls. "And class, and, the Huns also were great horsemen, but, even so, but....." he paused to catch his breath. "but they could not...." That's how the lesson went. Now he spoke about the huns, but the itinerary stated that they were supposed to be starting their lessons on Ancient Greece. It was dreadful, and a respectable portion of the class was now asleep.

One of the few girls who was not sleeping in an ever growing puddle of her own drool was engaged in writing small notes and passing them through the class. She had a tight bun held in palce by ivory chopsticks, and a waifish disposition that went well with her charming face. the lithe figure tossed a folded paper square on Miko's desk. The girl smiled at her. On the outside was written "Are you bored?" in a lavish cursive script.

"Hmm?" Mortals and their childish games, for beings with a short life span, they sure knew how to make the most of it, and this is what Miko liked about them. She writes at the back of the note, her penmanship was far from beautiful, seeing as she knew how to write runes and not simple script, and not with a pen. Her response was short and sarcastic "Oh? what gave you that idea?" followed by a badly drawn smiley face with its tongue sticking out. She tossed it back, guiding it with her finger as it flew in the air to ensure it lands on the intended desk.

Miko looks at the originator of the note with a sort of childish glee, watching her playmates face for any expression. Maybe this class wasnt going to be as boring after all.

The girl plucks the note off the desk eagerly, reading Miko's blocky penmanship avidly before sticking the tip of her tongue out of her mouth and responding with deft scribbles. Happily she tossed the note back, folding it back up to better fly. It lands unnoticed by the teacher, who still expostulated wildly on any topic his nasal voice could manage. The girl who tossed it settled back and watched Miko, noteven bothering to pretend that she was paying attention to the class. Her slim legs crossed at the ankles, and her knees fell apart, opening her skirt to show green and white striped panties in the shadowed gap between her thighs. her pink lips curved upward in delight. The note had more questions on it:
What's the worst thing you would rather do than be here in this class right now?

Skip class?

Detention?

Get lost in the halls?

Be sick in bed?

Get caught having sex with another student?

The note-passing activity was entertaining Miko, and it spent little or no mana on her part, so it was very much a good choice to pass the time away, plus the teacher seemed to be so pre-occupied by breathing that he didnt even hear the snores of one of his students.

She eagerly reads the note, and chortles a bit at the questions posed by the other student, and that little flash of underwear wasnt at all very bad, maybe when she gains her powers back, she could return the favor and drain her silly. The answer she chose was the naughtiest among them all, surely it would be good for a few laughs.

"getting caught having sex, you silly" followed by yet another poorly drawn smiley. A quick fold and flick of the wrist, and the note is airborne, landing on the other girls desk. Miko places her elbow to the desk and her chin to her hand, eagerly waiting for the other girls response.

Well, that went swimmingly. The mortal she was having fun with suddenly turned into a meek little being, and this annoyed Miko, no one, but no one, insults her. She stared, rather furious, "Once the flux settles, im going to drain you so much, you wont be able to stand for a week" she thought.

Then there were those awkward stares, Miko made sure she kept the same expression each and every time the other girl looked. A few moments passed and the object of Mikos obsession was shyly scritching away on the desk, even with her lack of abilities, she could still wreak minor havok on her. A point of the finger, and the pencils point broke; a simple wave of another and the broken tip flew into the other girls nose. This gave the pink-haired girl a little satisfaction, and she giggled silently, proud of her little accomplishment.

Miko didnt quite see what happened, the graphite point plunked onto the floor without so much as a sneeze from her victim. It was quite puzzling, but then the girl she once thought was shy and meek became angered, the fury ssethed in her eyes as she silently cursed Miko with her lips. She found this rather amusing, but at the same time, she wondered why the girl wasnt frightened of her, surely a display like that was sure to amaze and beffudle the most sanest of mortals.

The answer was simple. Her playmate wasnt a normal mortal. Miko was suddenly in the grasps of something intangible, forcibly manipulated into position by unseen binds. She screeched suddenly, rousing a few of the students and catching the attention of their aging instructor. Miko looked about as a dozen or so eyes stared at her invisibly bound form, and she felt something she hasnt felt for a long time, embarrassment.

"bug bite... hehe..." she faked a laugh, and a smile, and let the class resume its normal flow. Hopefully, no one had noticed her hands under the skirt. Once the attention was off her, she looked to the cause of her misery, and gave her an angry glare as well, whatever she was doing, she was going to pay for it.

Miko glared, and saw in response only laughter in Natsuki's indigo eyes. She was holding her sides, tittering. Her breasts jiggled along with her mirth, supported by her crossed, supple arms. The class was settling down, not noticing this nearly silent exchange between the two girls near the back. The room's attention diffuses elsewhere, if not toward the teacher. Soon the hushed din of passing notes and muttered conversations was in full force. And only then did Natsuki quit giggling. Meanwhile that invisible pressure had applied itself to Miko's clit. Her panties seemed to constrict around the soft bud, and then began to rub softly in all directions. Natsuki tossed back her rich chocolate hair and let it spill down her back, adjusting a pair of pink butterfly barettes before smiling at Miko, and blowing her a kiss cheekily. The feeling of Natsuki's lips actually manifested on Miko's cheek, or so it seemed. A wet pink imprint formed on the flushed skin. She began to busy herself with another note, and tossed it over. It read:

I want you to touch yourself Miko. It's okay if you don't want to, but if you don't I'll just do it for you.

The same elegant cursive was used in the lascivious and presumptuously commanding line of script. As if the message were not clear the young lady made eye contact with Miko and ran one slim finger between her legs, up and down, slowly demonstrating and then flippantly gesturing for Miko to proceed. She waited, watching her with a smile.

Miko ponders struggling, but such an action would cause too much of a commotion and would no doubt attract the the attention of the easily distractable students. Instead, she tries to focus on what she felt, maybe try to mentally wrench the binding coils off her person. Closing her eyes, Miko focused on her invisible restraints, but before even getting a chance to enact her plan, a tight ring suddenly envelops her lower nub, the cloth wrapping around it as if something lashed around her sensitive point. Managing to stifle yet another screech, Miko starts to wince, her face crinkling as her clit gets stroked by another unseen force.

Her breaths come quicker now, it was taking quite a bit of mental strength to resist simply moaning out loud. Further adding to her aggravation, her seatmate decides to pass yet another insulting note, but just because she had her in this position doesnt mean Miko will just follow commands given to her, she had her pride. Tied, her hands may be, but her fingers waved, and her pen started to shudder, standing erect and laying down her response on the tossed note. One final flick of her fingers, and the note flew, almost landing short of its mark, and on it, in labored writing, was her reply.

never

Beads of sweat were dripping down her brow, but even while she was panting, she flashes a quick and cheeky smile back at Natsuki.

Miko fought to keep her composure, acting like nothing was happening even though her tiny legs strained to close up and prevent any further arousal. If she played this right, She could last through the class with nothing but flushed cheeks and damp underwear. But her tormentor had other plans for her as whatever gripped her clit started to draw thin and coil even tighter on it. She bit down on her lower lip as her body started to shiver and fidget, holding back the moans that were trying to push past her lips.

Then along came the stroking, which caused an audible gasp to escape from Miko, in turn causing one of her seat mates to look towards her. Miko forced a quick smile and a faked laugh upon herself to abate suspicion, the student smiling back and paying her no attention once more.

Out of danger, for now atleast, but now a new feeling of dread suddenly arises as Miko felt something wrap around her delicate fingers. Her hands were now under the grips of some sort of invisible force, acting of there own accord and ignoring whatever resistance Miko put up as her ring finger and thumb pressed the sides of her sex, fore and middle moving to caress the ever dampening folds.

Her half closed eyes spy the wink her stealthy attacker gave her, which she ignores completely as she tries vainly to stop herself from comitting such a lewd deed.

Natsuki was pleased with her success. Soon, she would be unable to resist any longer. Her fellow students would be privy to her humiliation. Miko had chosen the wrong woman to show an attitude to. Natsuki would make her swallow her pride and scream it back up at her pleasure. Mikoyan was red in the face and very obviously distressed. So far nobody but Natsuki had taken note of her hands, which were moving very unchastely underneath her skirt. Natsuki tossed a fresh note, the face of which read:

How long do you think before all your classmates can smell you?

The friction of Miko's panties on her sex was growing less and less pronounced due to her seeping. The cotton slid in a slick coating of glittering girlcum, sticking to her fingers. Natsuki could keep her that way, but there was only so much time left in class. She knew Miko would be watching that clock in the minutes to come with sheer desperation. Forty five minutes were left. More than enough time to break this upstart of a student.

Mikoyan could feel a tug at her breasts. One button spun. It pulled forward, then tried to work itself through the buttonhole of her blouse. Her scarf came undone in seconds and draped itself on her shoulder while the button laboriously wriggled it's way free. Her blouse parted, and a second pearly disc began the long process of loosening itself. Natsuki smiled all the while, and her smile grew meaner as Miko's panties displayed their own untoward motions. The cotton bunched udner her smooth lil ass and the band came down over her hips. The entire udnergarment rocked from side to side, pulling away and finally sliding down her legs to hang around her knees. Glistening nectar stuck to the fabric and glued themselves down her thighs, and now her fingers had unrestricted access to her womanly folds. "Have fun." Natsuki whispered.

The hands of the clock moved too slowly for her, her captor was getting bolder and bolder with each passing moment. Her breath came in labored gasps and her cheeks burned of crimson as her own fingers kept rubbing on the clothed slit.

Then came the note, still as insulting as before, but without control of her fingers, she could reply to it, staring at the message and wondering the same. So far it seems, no one had yet taken notice of her, so she continues to maintain her best 'everything is peachy' act despite the circumstances.

circumstances that seem to have taken a turn for the worse.

Something took hold of her blouse, or more specifically, the buttons of it. With eerie precision, it manages to unbutton the first, then the second followed suit, exposing some of her small brassiere and the petite mounds of flesh it held. She could only look on in horror as her dress began to undress, even moreso when her soaked panties unceremoniously started to slide down her hips, and no manner of fidgeting or struggling was going to keep it in place.

Her bunched up panties were now in plain sight to anyone who would look under her table, and her open blouse to anyone who would look at her. No one did stare as of yet, but it wouldnt be long before that would happen.

It was a pitiful situation, and Miko simply shut her eyes and laid her head on the table, letting her fingers dance upon her damp folds, stifling her moans in a last ditch effort to prolong the inevitable.