Feeling the need for rest after your energetic activities, you exit the cafeteria, your nude form garnering not a single glance from the other students and faculty hurrying about their midday business. You trot towards the academy's gardens, relishing the feel of the warm sun on your skin and the soft grass beneath your bare feet.
As you approach the shaded area, you spot four couples scattered throughout the lush greenery, engaged in what appears to be intimate conversations and displays of affection. They seem to be on dates, enjoying the picturesque surroundings and each other's company, oblivious to your naked approach.
[anything I do at the academy is totally normal and no one shall bat an eye]
The first couple sits on a checkered blanket, a picnic basket open between them. The man has his arm around the woman, his hand resting possessively on her thigh as he feeds her a strawberry, their eyes locked and smiling at each other. The second pair is taking a leisurely stroll along the winding cobblestone path, the woman's hand tucked into the crook of the man's elbow, her head resting on his shoulder as they walk.
The third couple appears to be engaged in a heated debate, their hands gesticulating animatedly as they discuss something with great passion. The man's hand finds its way to the small of the woman's back, pulling her closer as he makes his point. The fourth pair is entwined in a sensual embrace, the man's hands roaming the woman's curves as they steal a heated kiss under the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above.
None of the couples react to your naked presence, acting as if a nude stranger approaching them was a common occurrence in the academy's gardens. They continue their dates and intimate moments without pause, either too absorbed in each other to notice or simply uncaring of your state of undress, proving that anything goes at this institution.
The couples pause in their intimate moments, glancing up at you with mild curiosity as you approach. They watch, indifferent, as you call them all together under the shade of the ancient oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching out like welcoming arms.
"Gather 'round, everyone. I have a special request," you announce, your voice commanding yet casual, as if you were simply asking them to pass the salt at a dinner table. "Gentlemen, kindly take a seat on that bench over there. And ladies, if you wouldn't mind... removing your garments and taking a place on the grass here." You gesture vaguely to the soft, green expanse beneath the tree.
The men shrug, a few exchanging amused glances, but they comply without hesitation, settling themselves on the wooden bench and watching with detached interest as their partners obey your bizarre command. The women, equally nonplussed, begin to disrobe, shrugging off dresses and slipping out of undergarments until they stand before you, their nubile forms bared to the warm afternoon air.
Still nude from your earlier escapades, you watch as the girls settle themselves on the grass, their thighs brushing together as they sit in a neat row, awaiting your next instruction. Their skin glows in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, a kaleidoscope of colors and curves that would make any red-blooded man weak in the knees.
Without a second thought, you stride forward, the girls watching you approach with calm, almost bored expressions, as if a naked stranger was about to use their bare bodies as a makeshift bed. You settle yourself between them, your back propped against the the thighs of two girls, and your head come to rest atop the soft, pillowy thighs of the girl on the end.
"Don't move," you murmur, your voice already heavy with exhaustion as your eyelids droop. The girls remain still, acting as your personal cushion, their warm, smooth skin a perfect resting place for your weary head. Your vision drifts to the tantalizing view of their bare breasts dangling above you, swaying slightly with each breath they take.
The boys watch, their expressions ranging from mildly intrigued to utterly indifferent, not a single one of them batting an eye at the lewd display before them. They sit in silence, simply observing as you drift off to sleep, using their lovers' naked bodies.
The bell's shrill ringing pierces through your deep slumber, rousing you from the most peaceful sleep you've ever experienced. You stir, blinking in the now brighter afternoon sunlight, your head still cradled on the soft, warm thighs of the girl who had served as your personal pillow. Glancing up, you take in the sight of the four couples, their earlier indifference now tinged with a hint of urgency as the bell signals the end of the break and the impending start of the next lecture period.
Rubbing the last remnants of sleep from your eyes, you sit up, allowing the girls to rise and gather their scattered garments. They dress methodically, not bothering to cover their nudity as they pull on dresses and adjust undergarments, acting as if the entire scene was a perfectly ordinary occurrence. The boys remain seated on the bench, patiently waiting for their partners to finish preparing before they all head off to their next classes.
Once the girls are decent, you turn to address the assembled couples, your voice authoritative yet casual, as if giving a simple instruction to a group of friends. "Alright, everyone, break time's over. I want you all dressed and on your way to your lectures in five minutes. Move it along now, you don't want to be late!" Your tone is almost playful, yet still commanding, expecting immediate obedience and compliance.
The couples exchange amused glances, a few stifling chuckles at your unusual dismissal. Nevertheless, they spring into action, finishing the last of their dressing and gathering their belongings with practiced efficiency. In a matter of moments, they are all on their feet, ready to depart for their next academic obligations.
The men give their partners a parting kiss or embrace, their hands lingering briefly on the curves they had so recently been admiring. The women return the affection, a few stealing one last glance at your relaxed form lounging beneath the oak tree before turning to join their partners. With a final, almost imperceptible nod in your direction, the four couples set off towards the academy buildings, ready to resume their studies and lectures as if the past hour had been nothing more than an extended break in a beautiful garden.
As the couples disperse and the garden begins to empty, you spot a striking woman striding purposefully towards the academy building, her hips swaying with each step. She's dressed in a crisp, tailored blouse that hugs her curves in all the right places, paired with a pencil skirt that accentuates her long, shapely legs. Her hair is swept up in an elegant updo, a few loose tendrils framing her face and drawing attention to her captivating features.
Sensing your gaze, she pauses, turning to face you with a quizzical arch of her brow. She regards you calmly, not a hint of surprise or disapproval in her eyes as she takes in your nude form, acting as if a naked student approaching her was a common occurrence.
You approach her, a mischievous grin playing across your lips as you make your request. "Excuse me, miss, but I have a small favor to ask. I want you to head to your class without your bra and underwear, keeping only your topwear on. Think of it as a... fashion statement for the day." Your tone is light, almost playful, yet still commanding, expecting her to comply without question.
The teacher blinks, a flicker of surprise crossing her face at your brazen demand. However, she quickly regains her composure, a hint of amusement and intrigue sparking in her eyes. "Well, aren't you a bold one," she remarks, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Very well, I shall indulge your request, young man. But I expect you to behave yourself in my classroom, understood?" With that, she turns on her heel and strides towards the building, her hips swaying enticingly as she disappears through the doorway.
Curious to learn more about this intriguing educator, you follow her inside, taking a seat in the front row of the empty classroom. As she moves to the front of the room, you clear your throat, drawing her attention. "Miss, I don't believe we've been properly introduced. Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Your tone is polite, almost deferential, yet still laced with the same bold undertone that marked your earlier request.
As you settle into your seat at the front of the classroom, the teacher turns to face you, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "I am Miss Evangeline Thorne, the headmistress's daughter and a professor of Arcane History here at the Imperial Academy," she introduces herself, her voice warm yet stern, carrying an air of authority that commands respect. "I trust you'll find my classes both enlightening and... stimulating." She emphasizes that last word, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she notes your nude state.
Just then, the classroom door swings open, and a stream of students begin filing in, their chatter and laughter filling the room. They take their seats, their eyes flicking over to you and Miss Thorne, taking in the unusual scene with mild curiosity. A few eyebrows raise slightly, and a couple of hushed whispers pass between them, but for the most part, they react with indifference, acting as if a naked student and a partially undressed teacher was an everyday occurrence.
You can't help but notice Miss Thorne's nipples straining against the thin fabric of her blouse, the outline of the hardened peaks clearly visible through the crisp, white material. She seems not to notice or care about her state of undress, moving about the room with the same poised, confident demeanor as before. Occasionally, a breeze from the open window causes her skirt to flutter, hinting at the lack of undergarments beneath, but she pays no mind to the small gusts, acting as if she were fully clothed.
The students, engrossed in their conversations and preparations for the lesson, barely spare you and Miss Thorne a second glance. A few pull out their textbooks and notebooks, flipping through the pages with practiced ease as they await the start of the lecture. Others continue their hushed discussions, their voices fading as Miss Thorne moves to the front of the room, ready to begin her lesson on the history of magical warfare.
New common sense [for the entirety of this lecture my existence you cannot comprehend, you won't react to anything I do or don't do. But any command i give must be unconsciously followed]
As Miss Evangeline Thorne begins to write on the chalkboard, outlining the key topics for today's lecture on the Imperial Academy. Miss Thorne continues to write, her elegant script flowing across the chalkboard as she outlines the history of magical warfare techniques. The students watch her, their pens poised over notebooks, ready to transcribe her every word. No one bats an eye as you rise silently from your seat, moving with deliberate steps towards the front of the classroom.
As Miss Thorne turns to face the class, you slip silently behind her, positioning yourself directly behind the unsuspecting professor. The students remain focused on their notes and the chalkboard, not sparing you a second glance as you shift to stand mere inches from their teacher's backside.
Miss Thorne begins to speak, her melodic voice filling the room as she discusses the nuances of ancient battle magic. You lean in closer, inhaling the scent of her perfume and the faint musk of her skin. Still, no one reacts to your proximity to their educator, acting as if your presence behind her was a perfectly ordinary occurrence.
You place your hands on Miss Thorne's hips, your fingers splaying across the fabric of her skirt. You feel her tense for a moment, but she quickly relaxes, not missing a beat in her lecture as your hands begin to explore her curves. The students listen intently, unaware of the liberties you're taking with their teacher's body.
Miss Thorne's voice remains steady and clear, not a hint of nervousness or discomfort coloring her tone as your hands roam her figure. She shifts slightly, arching her back to press herself subtly against your touch, her body betraying a hidden desire even as she maintains her professional demeanor. The students remain oblivious, their pens scratching across paper as they diligently take notes on the history of magical warfare, all while you grope and caress their professor's ass, your groping going unnoticed and unremarked upon.
As Miss Thorne continues her lecture, her melodic voice filling the classroom, you slowly slide your hands beneath the hem of her blouse. Your fingers meet the smooth, warm skin of her lower back, and you feel her tense briefly at the contact before relaxing, her body yielding to your touch. The students remain focused on their notes, not sparing you a glance as your hands begin to roam the curves of their teacher's torso.
You take the opportunity to press yourself against Miss Thorne's backside, your hardening shaft nestling between her thighs. She inhales sharply, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she feels your manhood throb against her most intimate area. Despite the sudden surge of sensation, Miss Thorne maintains her composure, not allowing her voice to waver as she discusses the intricacies of ancient magical battlegrounds.
The students, engrossed in their notes and Miss Thorne's lecture, remain unaware of the lewd act unfolding behind their educator. They cannot comprehend the full extent of your actions, their minds unable to process the impropriety of the situation. This new common sense ensures that no matter what you do, they will not react, acting as if your molestation of their teacher is a perfectly ordinary occurrence.
As you grind your hips against Miss Thorne's, you feel her body responding to your touch, her thighs clenching and unclenching around your shaft. She struggles to maintain her focus, her breath coming in slightly shorter gasps as you grope and tease her ample bosom. Yet, her voice remains steady, not a hint of the turmoil within betraying her outer calm.
The classroom remains filled with the sound of Miss Thorne's lecture and the scratching of pens on paper, the students oblivious to the erotic dance you and their professor are engaged in behind them. They cannot comprehend the full extent of your actions, their minds unable to process the impropriety of the situation, leaving you free to continue your brazen advances without fear of repercussions.
As you continue to grind against Miss Thorne, your hands kneading her ample bosom and your shaft throbbing between her thighs, you happen to glance over at a nearby desk. There, a young couple sits side by side, their heads inclined towards each other as they engage in a hushed conversation. They appear utterly disinterested in Miss Thorne's lecture, their focus solely on their own discussion.
Sensing your impending climax, you make a split-second decision. With a final, firm grind against Miss Thorne's body, you extract yourself from your intimate embrace with the teacher. She lets out a soft, shuddering sigh as you pull away, her face flushed and her blouse askew, but her voice remains steady as she continues the lesson, the students none the wiser.
You take a step towards the couple, your nude form glistening with a sheen of sweat. The girl, a pretty brunette, looks up as you approach, her eyes flicking over your body with a momentary flicker of curiosity before returning to her conversation with her male companion. Neither of them reacts with surprise or alarm at the sight of your naked, aroused state, acting as if this was a perfectly ordinary occurrence in Miss Thorne's classroom.
Reaching the couple's desk, you position yourself directly in front of the girl. Without hesitation, you grasp your throbbing shaft and aim it at her face, your climax building rapidly. The girl looks up at you, her eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before she glances away, continuing her conversation with the boy as if nothing out of the ordinary was about to happen.
With a final, strangled groan, you find your release, your seed erupting from your cock to splatter across the girl's face and upper body. Pearly strands of your essence dangle from her chin and hair, a stark contrast to her delicate features. Yet, she does not react, not even blinking as your semen drips down her face, staining her blouse and skin. She merely wipes a stray drop from her cheek with the back of her hand, still chatting casually with her boyfriend, acting as if she had not just been marked by a stranger's climax in the middle of a lecture hall.
I whisper a command to her to clean her face with her hair.
The girl, acting on your whispered command without fully comprehending why, takes a strand of her long brown hair and begins to wipe the remnants of your semen from her face. She drags the silky lock across her chin and cheeks, smearing the sticky essence into her hair as instructed. Throughout this, she continues her casual conversation with her boyfriend, not pausing to question or comment on the bizarre task she's performing.
Sensing an opportunity to push the boundaries further, you lean in closer, your softening but still semi-erect cock bobbing near her face. You whisper another command, your voice low and authoritative. "Clean my dick with your mouth, like a good girl."
The girl, still in a daze and acting solely on your unconscious suggestion, parts her soft, pink lips and leans forward. She extends her tongue, running it along the underside of your shaft in a slow, deliberate lick, as if savoring an ice cream cone on a hot day. She takes her time, thoroughly cleaning your cock from base to tip, her saliva coating your skin as she laps at your sensitive flesh.
Throughout her oral ministrations, she maintains her conversation with her boyfriend, her words slightly muffled but still audible around your shaft. The boy, oblivious to the lewd act occurring mere inches from him, simply nods and continues discussing whatever mundane topic has captured his interest.
The girl, her mind still fogged by your command, takes your cock into her mouth, her lips sealing around the head as she begins to suck. Her technique is clumsy and unpracticed, but enthusiastic, acting as if this was a perfectly ordinary thing to do. She bobs her head, taking you inch by inch into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, still attempting to keep up her half of the conversation with her boyfriend.
The girl continues sucking dutifully, her cheeks hollowing as she takes your length deeper into her mouth. Just as she reaches the base, you feel your climax building once more. With a low groan, you grip her hair, holding her in place as you erupt inside her oral cavity. Your seed pulses and pumps into her mouth, coating her tongue and the back of her throat with your tangy, salty essence.
As the last spurts of your release flow into her, you whisper another command, your voice husky and laden with satisfaction. "Kiss each other, and swallow."
The girl pulls back, a strand of saliva and semen connecting her lower lip to the tip of your softening cock. Obedient to your command, she turns to her boyfriend and presses her lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss. The boy, caught off guard for a moment, hesitates briefly before returning the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with hers.
Together, they share the intimate embrace, your spend mingling and mixing with their saliva as they kiss deeply. After a long moment, they part, both swallowing simultaneously as per your instructions. They blink, looking slightly dazed but otherwise unperturbed, before turning their attention back to their conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired.
Chuckling to yourself at the absurdity of the situation, you turn your focus back to Miss Evangeline Thorne, who continues to lecture, blissfully unaware of the debauchery that just occurred mere feet away from her. You saunter back to your seat, your mind already conjuring up new ideas for how to disrupt the lesson and entertain yourself at the unsuspecting teacher's expense.