5. Ruining the Chaste Teacher with a Hidden Cam Back Account

In the progress of human civilization, communication is essential. Naturally, this world has something akin to the internet. There's SNS, smartphones—you name it. How else would people share their magical achievements? Ride horses and send couriers? Nah, just upload to the thesis site and done. Platforms like faux YouXube or XHub are booming with videos. Lately, hidden cam clips of pranking people with magic while pretending not to know are trending.

Leon decided to act before Siana could grow even more suspicious of his relationship with Lina.

Confirming a sufficient buildup of Sleep Magic in her body, Leon activated the spell and slipped into her room. Calling it "slipping in" was almost embarrassing—he just boldly opened the door. Sure, it had a locking spell, but by fine-tuning his mana to bypass the internal detection array, he neutralized it effortlessly. It was the same trick he'd used on Lina's door. A technique honed from wielding Brainwashing Magic and Charm Magic, manipulating reality with raw mana. Just flow it in and tweak.

Siana slept soundly inside. True to her teacherly nature, the room ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was impeccably neat. Whites and grays paired with wooden furniture for a sleek vibe. On the table, about half the tea bags he'd passed via Lina were gone. An empty cup with a bag still dangling beside it—looked like she'd sipped one before bed, as usual.

He approached, peeling off her clothes one by one. Unlike Lina, hers was a far more mature figure. Tall frame with long limbs, yet her hips and breasts brimmed with volume. The classic hourglass: out where it should bulge, in where it should curve.

He pulled out the burner phone from his pocket—a fresh one from the black market. Kept his regular for everyday use, but this dodged any traces.

With the board marker he'd brought, he scrawled graffiti across her body. Camera on, he snapped shots of her sleeping form.

Click—click—

One of her plump nipples perked on full breasts, face included. Another with legs splayed M-wide, fingers parting her folds to expose the pink depths.

Did she know? Her most private back account was about to launch without her ever suspecting.

Leon logged into the SNS account he'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠prepped: Sia’s Secret. First two letters from her name. Someone might spot the name and pics, peg her right away. And that risk? Kinda hot.

He hit "new post."

Next, using telekinesis—a basic spell from intro class—he propped her up. Leaning against the wall in a squat, hands flashing V-signs by her face, tongue lolling out. No detail spared.

Lifting a limp body was easy with basic telekinesis. Posing her precisely? That took delicate mana control. Sweat beaded as he focused, snapping the shot.

Click—

More poses followed, more pics. These wouldn't go up right away—he'd drip them slow. Hang tight, Siana. Internet pussy idol, coming your way. If the back account blows up, fans might even demand a "pussy fan meetup."

Time to bounce. He redressed her, erased his traces. Finally, like with Lina, he planted a remote-view crystal orb for recordings. Locked the door back to pristine as he left.

"Slurp... smack..."

Second-floor boys' bathroom in the lecture hall. Lina knelt before the toilet, bobbing eagerly. She glanced up at Leon now and then, but he ignored her, eyes glued to his phone.

Curiosity peaked. "Leon. Whatcha doing?"

"Phone stuff. Got work."

"I practiced blowjobs hard... Feel good?"

"Yeah. Way better. But don't stop on your own, Lina."

"Got it.."

She dove back, slurping along his shaft. What could be so riveting? She wanted to peek, but stopping might piss him off.

Then boys entered. "Ugh, class was such a drag."

"Tell me about it. Thought I'd die of boredom."

She froze mid-suck. But Leon gripped her head, forcing the motion.

What if they hear!? Sure, friends helping out wasn't that weird... Wait, so getting caught's fine? Still, she muffled it.

"Smack... slurp..."

Luckily, water and chatter drowned her out.

"Man, bladder about to burst. Thought it'd kill me lol."

"Bullshit lol."

"Yo, see Lina today? Fuckin' hot for real."

"Same. Cock throbbed so hard hiding the boner was torture lmao."

Too busy minding her teeth to catch it all, but Leon suddenly pumped her head faster.

"Glrk? Gugh. Glurp.."

"Fuck it, grab her and rape her? She's such a timid bitch, probably won't even report."

"Dude, she has a boyfriend. That guy she's always glued to."

"Shit. Jealous af."

"Scope her out before jerking?"

"Yeah."

Boys left. Leon thrust savagely.

"Gack! Glurk. Slurp. Gulp!"

Shaft twitched—climax signal! Leon said cumming felt best for guys. No spills like last time.

She clutched his legs, slamming her face down fully.

"Glurp. Guh."

Throat milked every inch. Gags rose, but she fought them. Tears welled.

Spurt—spurt—

Semen flooded, overflowing past her throat.

"Glugh! Guh."

Thick ropes refluxed through her nose, but she held. Gulped relentlessly till he finished. Finally, she pulled off.

"Pah—"

"Show me, Lina."

"Aah—" Mouth wide, tongue out. Musky semen scent wafted.

"Swallow."

*Munch munch.* Gulp. Savored it slow, then down. Fingered pubes from her lips, swallowed those too.

"Aaah—" Wide again, proof all gone.

"Guh—"

Semen burp escaped. Face flushed with shame, but she kept open till he checked.

"Mm. Good."

She closed. "How was it? I did great, right? Made you feel so good today!"

"Yeah, perfect. Mind a cleanup suck?"

"Sure!"

Back on, sucking remnants from the urethra. Tongue-polished the frenulum. Cleaning your bestie's dick? Basic BFF duty!

Leon stroked her hair. She beamed up; he grinned down. His smile lit her up. Nailed it today—pride swelled.

As she cleaned, smiling with her eyes, he spoke. "Lina, head home ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠solo today? Got after-school stuff."

She nodded, dick in mouth. Today's my 'going inside' lesson day...

Every three days, he guided her clumsy self-fingering. But she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stayed mum.

Leon's busy. No whining.

She vowed: all-nighter if needed, she'd master solo tonight.

Siana's staff room.

Knock knock—

"Come in."

*Slide.* Clack.

"Leon? What brings you here?"

"Almost quitting time. If it's not urgent, tomorrow..."

Leon approached, thrusting his phone out. Nude woman pic.

"Eek! What the hell are you showing me?!"

Leon smirked. "That's you, right, Teacher?"

"Wha...?"

"Mole placement, everything. Eyes blurred, but anyone's gonna know it's you."

"What do you... Uh...?"

Siana peered close, eyes widening in shock.

"Teachers running back accounts like this? Thought you wouldn't get caught?"

She flapped her mouth, panicking. She knew her own body best. That woman was her—features unmistakable, even mosaicked.

But she'd never made an account, never posed like that!

"Th-this... must be a misunderstanding. I never—"

"Not you? Guess I should show the others."

He turned to leave.

"Wait! Hold on, Leon!"

Sweating bullets, she desperately halted him.

There we go.

Leon grinned, pausing.

"Trouble if it spreads, huh?"

"You..."

"Shall we talk options? Plenty of time left."