"Yukiko-sempai, it's not okay to disobey teachers..." Hikari scolds earnestly, very much wanting the violent older girl to be properly reformed into a nice, respectable young lady.  A tiny scowl and knit of her brow is directed at the older girl, even as she watches her struggle and give muffled protests.<em>This seems sort of...  no!  There's a good reason!  Yukiko is strong and very aggressive, Goroi-sensei has to be this way for his own protection.  This is the only way to keep her from acting up, even if it does seem...  wrong...</em><br/><br/>A further flush of warmth comes over her face as she watches the tall girl's legs kicks.  A tiny, unfamiliar thrill, that really should warn her that something is wrong...  but she's just<em>too</em>naive to fully understand why her heart is suddenly racing and her breath quickening, why she feels so strangely hot even as she progressively disrobes in the normally cool, air-conditioned classroom.  Hikari doesn't<em>understand</em>--which is not an uncommon condition for her to be in--and she's learned to trust authority figures and do as she's told when she's confused, because that's what good girls do.<br/><br/>The fastening of her skirt comes open before she even realizes she was loosening it, and, almost numbly, she shimmies her wide hips out of the garment, sending it pooling around her ankles in a hiss of moving fabric.  Her pink cotton panties with the Hello Kitty emblem emblazoned across the seat definitely take on a different context in the bizarre situation, matching with her bra, knee-socks, and wide-open dress shirt a little<em>too</em>well to create the image of jailbait schoolgirl-seductress, especially given how...  gratuitously...  she fills the minimalist ensemble out.  For the time being she pauses in her disrobing, clasping her hands together in front of her waist and squeezing her thighs tightly together, staring at her feet with a fierce blush.  The insides of her arms pressing into the outer curves of her heavy breasts squeeze them together, creating enough cleavage to lose a small animal in.<br/><br/>"G-Goroi-sensei, please don't hurt Yukiko-sempai.  I know she's mean sometimes, but I think she can learn to be nice..."  Her voice is especially meek, barely more than a whisper, as something--more even than usual--compels her to voice her desire coached in only the most submissive of tones.