"I...  I don't know where he took them," Hikari admits, lowering her gaze to the ground with a tiny frown.  Though she doesn't understand why--despite how it looks, she's really not that cold!--she takes up the coat again, pulling it on normally rather than wearing it like a mantle.  Her right hand goes to her mouth, teeth nibbling on the first knuckle of her index finger in momentary indecision.  "...  ehh, it's embarrassing..."<br/><br/>The flustered young woman lowers herself carefully into the chair at a nearby desk--wincing a bit, as her backside still smarts from the combination of thorough swatting and even more dedicated buggering it received--and glances purposefully off to one side.  A tiny bit of moisture pools in the bottom of her eyes, making the golden specks glisten that much more vividly, and she opens her mouth to speak without saying anything fully three times before she finally manages to overcome her bashfulness and muster up some timid words, "I was in detention, with Yukiko-sempai and Goroi-sensai.  Yukiko-sempai was...  was very upset, because Goroi-sensei was...  p-punishing her, and..."<br/><br/>Hikari pauses, lowering her gaze to the top of the desk.  Belatedly, she turns her thoughts to exactly<em>how</em>Yukiko was being punished.  How could she not have noticed at the time?!  Her habitual bully was probably being molested from the start, taking the demonic teacher's thick appendages into her body, wailing and groaning as he plugged her throat with prehensile cock to silence her foul-mouthed protests, reaming her tight bottom to make her beg for mercy...  or beg for more.  A visible huff of heated air escapes her lips, and without really thinking about it she starts to rub her thighs together.<br/><br/>"...  I told him I would take her punishment for her, because I don't want to fight with her anymore.  Goroi-sensei told me to bend over, and started spanking me, and--" --and this is probably<em>way</em>more detail than Matt wanted or was counting on, but for some reason she feels the need to go over the events in her mind.  Possibly because they seem<em>different</em>in retrospect, as if her perspective at the time was completely insensible, and she's just now getting around to proper cognition of what happened earlier for the first time.  "...  and he put his...  t-thing, inside me.  Then he put his<em>other</em>thing inside me, too..."<br/><br/>The teen is positively fidgeting now, and finds herself feeling the need to uncross and recross her legs.  Given her current state of partial undress, each time she does so her detective-rescuers get a good chance to take note of the fact that at least one part of her doesn't seem to have been 'soiled' with demon-seed, even if her humid core does seem to still be issuing a rather gratuitous amount of warm, sticky fluid.  Her hands wring and worry at one another helplessly as she recounts the events, almost completely lost in the recollection, "I realized something was wrong, and then he...  changed.  He had snakes--uhm, ehm, s-snake<em>things</em>--coming out of him!  He picked me up with them, and he made me swallow one, and then Yukiko and Noriko-sensei were getting picked up by them too, and, and--"