<strong>Name:</strong>Yuria Satomi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158519.msg7285518#msg7285518)<br/><strong>Side:</strong>Neutral<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9:00 AM-7:00 PM, June 21, 2017<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School-Penthouse suite<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/>Yuria began her lesson for the day, reviewing her notes from the day before.  However, there was a new message for her on the computer.  She'd usually ignore it, but the subject line drew her in.  She blanched white for a moment, feeling stunned and dizzy.  Trying to ignore the heavy weight on her chest, overwhelming even her own breasts, she shakily stood up to begin her lesson.<br/><br/>She would usually go over yesterday's topic, building on that, having the class read some significant passages from their texts, then discussing its importance and ramifications on today.  As she lectured, she stood and strolled down the aisles.  This, of course, only brought her perfume closer, and offered the chance to watch her ass from behind, or possibly a peek down her blouse if she leaned over to examine a student's book herself.  Sometimes she caught a young man or woman staring, but she only grinned to herself and shifted to give a more flattering angle.<br/><br/>Today, however, she just wanted to put on a movie while she sat in the darkness.  She didn't have one ready however, so she simply split the class into groups, had them read the chapter together, and discuss.  They mostly stopped working to chat, gossip, and play on their phones, but she wasn't in a mind to care or stop them.<br/><br/>She taught her classes, couldn't handle even the light salad she had packed for lunch, and forewent her usual trip to masturbate in the bathroom.  Yuria tried to grade papers in her downtime, but just sat there, staring blankly at the first test sheet on the pile, wondering who could know, what they'd seen, and what would happen to her.  By the end of the day, her color had returned, but she still felt weak and woozy, her lip chewed rather raw in her anxiety.  At the last bell, she sat, dreading what she must do.  But she packed up her suitcase and walked off campus, ignoring her usual after-school chats or meetings.<br/><br/>She hardly remembered her walk and train passage, even as it broke her usual routine, and she found herself standing before a huge apartment tower.  Yuria entered, and took the elevator to a high penthouse, trying to marvel at the opulence and beauty, instead of the panic welling inside.