Is this it? was this the end?

No.

The proud girl would not succumb so easily to this ....thing. The pink girls eyes glowed, out of sight of the other students as she focuses whatever remains of her power onto her finger themselves, slowly wrenching them out of her damp slit through force of will. Once cleared, she splits her focus onto her panties, a tug of war between invisible forces as the undergarment slowly makes it way up her thighs once more. a few more moments and the pantie is hidden once more under her skirt, albeit just hidden, not worn.

Her eyes close once, and open to reveal they no longer glow. Her fingers shiver as two forces vie to take control of them, but they keep steady.... for now. Now for the hard part, as she stands up ever so slowly, trying to keep everything in check, until she comes full vertical stance, her shivering hands still over her crotch, and the pantie just inches from the bottom of her skirt. The incredible mental strain was visible on her pretty face as her cheeks become flush with blood and beads of sweat drip down from her brow.

"Im s..sorry sir, I was feeling a little bit feverish."

"Feverish eh? You've got a fever?" He stroked his cheeks dubiously. "A fever." he pronounced again dispassionately, profoundly unmoved. "I don't think so Mikoyan." The students giggled at the young newcomer standing in their midst, and this time the teacher ignored them. Instead he focused all his attention into one eye and peered at her with it keenly, leaning forward in a grave pantomime of menace. "Or maybe you are. Maybe. Maybe you are feverish. But then you shouldn't have come to class. Stay standing!"

Mr. Hargis huffed and blew his nose again before he was satisfied, verifying with a suspicious glance that his errant pupil was properly erect before returning to the chalkboard. His audience promptly grew glassy eyed and listless, watching the minute hand creep along its circuit, ever closer to freedom. Mikoyan too needed salvation, and her need was far more urgent. The strain of resisting the unseen forces grew, and Natsuki's sidelong, silent mockeries did nothing to aid her frustrating struggle. Her panties drifted down her legs first, peeping out from beneath the hem of her skirt as the fabric threatened to tear.

No more fingers? another note questioned Miko as it landed on her desk. The assembled students were starting to take notice of the upright young woman, especially of her apple red cheeks and husky breath. Mercifully, the thready rivulet that slipped down her smooth thigh was too inconsequential in comparison to her feigned illness, deemed nothing but sweat. For now the truth remained hidden, but Natsuki's dull, vicious smirk promised worse to come. The fulfillment of that promise was not long in the coming, and that invisible pressure took shape upon Mikoyan's aroused and vulnerable girlhood. Wanton and malevolent the slick texture pressed up on her, parting her lips, caressing the interior flesh. She felt the throb and ache of her clit spike into a delicious torment as it was suddenly engulfed in softness.