Chapter 12

As I lowered my head to suck on her nipple, I heard a knock on the door, causing me to panic and snap back to my senses. Behold, the voice I heard was that of my class teacher, who had rushed me to the school clinic when I had fainted.

"Hello, Trish, are you in there?" said my class teacher after knocking at the door.

Hearing her voice filled me with anger, and I turned towards the door, saying in a low tone, "What a nice way for this bitch to kill the mood."

Another knock came at the door, "Are you there, Trish?" said the home teacher.

A wave of panic surged through me as my gaze locked onto Trish. The once pristine state of her attire had been ravaged, the fabric torn and disheveled due to my previous, frantic actions.

My eyes darted around the room, frantically scanning for any sign of salvation, a spare garment perhaps. I pivoted back to Trish, my voice quivering as I implored, "Don't you have any extra clothes in your office, Trish?" Desperation crept into my words as I strained