Imari and I rejoined our classmates fifteen minutes into the professor's lecture. She offered him a small bow and I figured I should do the same. He could be kind of a jerk sometimes. I glanced at Ito, but only for a second. The last thing I needed was to get Imari's suspicious nature back on the warpath.
Ito seemed to be preoccupied anyway, keeping her head down as she took notes. She held a pen in her right hand, the left was beneath her desk. I saw her arm moving ever so slightly, as if she had an itch in her lap. My eyes didn't linger on her for long as I took my seat. The first thing I did was check my book bag, feeling instantly relieved as I found the black book right where I'd left it.
After giving us dirty looks, the professor continued the lesson. His voice lacked any natural enthusiasm and he had a tendency to put me to sleep if I didn't find something more interesting to do. Luckily, I could watch Ito from the corner of my eye. Saeki returned after ten minutes or so, carrying a stack of photocopies that she began handing out to the students. I could see she resented the task. Imari would have done it cheerfully, but Saeki was no brown noser!
I returned her smile as she laid a copy on my desk. The girl seemed to be warming up and I wondered why. Probably because I'd let her tell my fortune. Saeki knew I didn't believe in magic, but maybe that wasn't important to her. It could have been that so long as I pretended to keep an open mind, she would be satisfied. I could only speculate, of course, but it kind of made sense. She was smart and more mature than her friends, possibly she enjoyed the challenge of being with someone who didn't kiss her feet all the time.
Mmmm...Kissing Saeki's feet. I could do that. She'd returned to her seat and I watched as she crossed her legs. She had to turn slightly in her chair, facing me as it happened, because she did have long, shapely legs. There just wasn't enough room beneath her desk for them. Saeki wore open-toe shoes, but the same dark stockings all the other girls wore. I could barely see her toes through the nylon. She tapped the air with her foot, letting the shoe dangle and exposing her heel.
When she caught me staring at her foot, Saeki stifled a giggle.
"Ahem...Excuse me, sir," she said, pretending to clear her throat for the professor. He hated being interrupted by so much as a yawn.
Our first period passed slowly and though I kept an eye on Ito, she didn't act any differently. I spent most of the second period sketching Saeki in my notebook, reminding myself not to let Imari find it. To tell the truth, my drawing wasn't that awesome anyway. By the end of the class, I'd pretty much surrendered any hope that my spell would work. Nearly three hours had gone by since Ito's passage through the door and over the magic stone, but all she did was take notes and exchange whispers with Murai.
Shortly after our third period began, I saw her head drop as if a great weight had fallen on her. She grimaced, squinting her eyes and shivering. Ito looked like someone trying resist a physical force, or perhaps merely endure it. Her eyes opened, but they appeared vacant as she looked around the room. Then she suddenly stiffened in her seat, sitting very erect and blinking rapidly.
I stared intently at the girl, wondering if she was sick, or if it might be something else. Could the spell actually be working? Other than Murai, nobody else noticed Ito's odd behavior. The guy sitting behind her had his head on his desk, drooling from his open mouth while he slept.
"Are you okay?" Murai whispered, too softly for me to hear, but it wasn't that hard to read her lips.
My feelings were conflicted as I realized that the spell actually worked. There couldn't possibly be any other explanation. I hated to admit that Saeki and her friends might have been right all along, but at the same time I knew I had a source of unimaginable power at my fingertips! Magic had become as real and tangible as the book beneath my desk.
I had to smile as I watched Ito reach down to grope her pussy. No girl in her right mind would ever do such a thing in public! Ito could be vulgar at times, and definitely rude, as her comment about liking my cock proved, but she wasn't the sort of girl to finger herself in front of her classmates.
It was a bizarre sight, seeing a girl rub herself so feverishly in the middle of class. I couldn't tell exactly what she was doing, but obviously she had pulled up her skirt.
To get a better look, I had to drop my pen and bend down to retrieve it. Unbelievably, Ito had pushed her panties down right there at her desk! Not all the way, but far enough that she could caress her mound and tease her pussy. Her shoulders were hunched as her arms moved with an urgent tugging motion.
Her labored breathing grew louder and her desk and chair began a rhythmic thumping in time with her desperate masturbation. Was this what the book had meant about dancing naked? I'd sort of visualized something else, but I wasn't complaining. I just wanted a better view!
"What's that noise?" the professor wondered, looking up from his podium. "Miss Ito?"
"Nyahhh!" A sharp gasp drew everyone's attention to the girl. "I feel hot. Oh! I have to stand up!"
She did exactly that as everyone else in the room stared at her. Ito's face had turned pink and she licked her lips, smoothing her uniform on rubbery legs. Her hands moved over her breasts and down her flat stomach as she walked to the front of the classroom. A couple guys sitting nearby half-rose from their seats. She moved drunkenly, wobbling with every step, and they were getting ready to catch her if necessary.
"Are you not feeling well?" our teacher asked, looking as bewildered as everyone else.
Ito didn't say a word. Her eyes wandered aimlessly, searching for something and finally settling on me. I blinked as she seemed to look right through me. People were whispering, a few boys chuckled at the unexpected interruption. If any of my classmates had forgotten Saeki's prediction, I hadn't.
Drip...Drip...Drip... Something was dripping from between Ito's legs, a nearly colorless fluid, thin and watery. The stuff fell onto the floor between her feet and she'd left a trail leading all the way back to her chair. Looking closer, I could see her thighs glistening as the juice flowed from beneath her skirt and down her legs.
"What's wrong with her?" someone asked, and more voices joined in.
"Do you need the doctor, Mika?"
"Maybe she's on drugs or something."
"Minase..." Ito sighed, leaning against the wall and still caressing her body through her uniform. She spread her legs and cupped her breasts, pulling them upward and squeezing with her fingers. Her entire body was flushed and the girl's soft skin now gleamed with dewy perspiration. She looked beautiful, enticing and utterly sexual as she began removing her blazer.
Nobody moved. I don't even think anyone breathed while Ito performed an impromptu, but seductive strip tease for the class. The professor might have been a statue behind his podium, slack jawed with his knuckles turning white from gripping his podium too hard. He should have stopped Ito, but he didn't. None of us did. It seemed as if the madness had not descended upon Ito alone, but on her captive audience as well.
"Uhhhh hmmm..." Ito moaned, lifting her and tugging at the clasp of her skirt. It fell with a soft rustling sound, to expose her virgine white panties. She posed that way for us, with an impish smile and fawning bedroom eyes. I thought she'd never looked more beautiful, although her sluttish behavior may have affected my judgment.
A moment later, her white blouse landed atop her blazer and skirt, forming a growing pile near her feet. Ito's normally pale body possessed a healthy, radiant glow. I watched her tummy undulate and she rocked her hips, smiling with perverse glee as she played her scantily clad ass against the chalkboard behind her.
Already the scent of female arousal filled the air. I didn't think it could be Ito's odor alone. Some of the other girls were getting wet between their thighs as well, reacting much like their male counterparts as they were plainly massaging their over-heated genitals. I wondered if any of them would dare join Ito at the front of the classroom, but that was probably too much to ask for.
My cock had already stiffened and some of the other boys were already rubbing their bulging erections through their pants. I stole a glance at Saeki and she was panting like a bitch in heat with her eyes glued to her best friend's body. On the other side of me, Imari looked stunned. She sat painfully erect, with her mouth open and her anxious hands massaging her thighs.
But who could blame them? An attractive girl getting naked, playing with herself in the most provocative way possible? The boys were writhing in their seats with interest. The girls were suitably shocked, but equally fascinated. I wondered how many of them dreamt of performing that same wicked ritual. My sister would have gotten off on the fantasy. She would have been outraged as well, but inside I knew Yukiko would secretly wish it was her stripping in front of her classmates.
Ito tugged her bra downward, so that the elastic material propped up her gorgeous breasts as if they were sitting on a shelf. She had fat, pink nipples that pointed outward invitingly. She played with them for several minutes at least, pinching and pulling at them until they looked like grapes ready to burst. Finally, Ito undid her bra and tossed it aside, groaning with pleasure as nothing stood between her hands and her tits. She pushed them together and pulled them apart, even lifting each in turn so that she might tease her nipples with her tongue.
A few of the girls covered their eyes, trying to hide from Ito's depravity. None of the boys did that, however, they were intently watching her every move. Her lewd behavior seemed all the more shocking because of where we were, and who she was. This isn't some hostess in a sex club doing her job, I reminded myself, this is someone I know and see everyday! Ito was only eighteen and barely out of high school. Her body possessed the magnificence of youth, made perfect by her arousal, but the obliteration of her innocence was part of the seduction. A part of me wanted to see her abused in the worst ways imaginable.
If we couldn't help Ito, neither could we help ourselves.
"Well?" she breathed. "Do you find my body beautiful?"
It took me a moment to understand that Ito was speaking to me.
"Don't you want me?" she asked in a low, sultry voice. "Ahhhh...It feels so good! Don't stop! My body's on fire!"
She made it sound like I was the one squeezing her tits. Was it because I'd cast the spell, or did her feverish mind turn to the person she secretly desired? Anyone would try to rationalize their insanity, perhaps I'd become her lifeline. The girl was drowning in her pornographic madness, but what could I possibly do? My cock ached to pierce her female heart. The sperm in my balls thirsted for her womb. We were all going mad and pitiful, and I finally understood the book's warning.
While she continued teasing us with her upturned breasts, the girl's panties clung to her sex like wet paint. They were plain and white, and molded to the sexy contour of her vulva. Ito's juices must have been flowing freely, because her panties were obviously soaked. Thin rivulets of natural lubricant escaped at the hollows of her thighs and trickled down to her stockings. I wanted to lap the pussy juice from her skin and peel her panties away to nibble at the succulent fruit beneath.
But still I sat in my chair. The fantasies playing in my head found no physical ambition. It must have been the same for all of us. The same mind numbing spell that kept us from running for help, prevented us from taking advantage of the girl. Ito was dancing, but not in any way I could have imagined. Her eyes found mine every few minutes, but without any semblance of the recognition displayed earlier. She had an empty, soulless gaze even as she giggled breathlessly and began to push her panties down.
There was no trace left of the Ito I knew. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and gyrated her hips with exaggerated grunts and groans. Ito threw her crotch towards her avid audience, smiling and giggling as she acted out the most intimate act of sex. She fucked the air as she pulled her panties upward, drawing the soaked crotch between her coral labia so that they fell loose around the cotton. She played with herself that way for a long while, even turning around to show us her panties wedged between the cheeks of her pert ass.
Finally, Ito seemed to grow bored with that lascivious display. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she bent forward, letting her tits jiggle as they pointed towards the floor. She worked her panties down until her fingers touched her ankles, stepping out of them with another happy laugh. She tossed her undies towards the nearest boy and they landed on his desk with a soft...Splat!
When she stood upright, spreading her legs wide to give us a generous look at her naked sex, I was surprised to realize that Ito had no pubic hair at all. She was shaved neat and clean, which only aroused me further. She had a beautiful pussy, the first one I'd seen outside of photographs and drawings. I noted her clitoris, pointed and pink as it jutted outward like a tiny penis. The wrinkled flesh around it gave way to plump labia dripping with desire as they were pulled apart. Inside, Ito's pussy remained closed, the inner lips and vaginal walls pressed together like a newborn rose.
Was she truly aware of her what she was doing? Did some part of Ito remain unchanged, trapped and horrified by what she was being forced to endure? I thought so, but I had no proof either way. What did it matter? Something else was pulling her strings, playing the poor girl like a marionette, and I'd been the instrument of that unseen cruelty. I'd cast the spell, but I didn't know for who or what, and that's very much how it seemed to me at the time. If I could have stopped her, I would have. This had turned out to be nothing like I'd expected.
Ito did things that I'd only seen in manga comics, or possibly on the internet, but the reality was far more potent. She slid to the floor and we all leaned to one side or the other, craning our necks for a better view. Some of the students stood on their chairs as if they'd been commanded to observe Ito's complete corruption. She fingered her pink pussy with both hands, pushing both her middle fingers inside at the same time. She fucked herself that way, pinching her swollen clitoris between her thumbs and spreading her bent knees. The sound of her gasps and groans filled the room, rising above the ambiance of her classmates' collective panting. The stench of raw lust flared my nostrils and my cock throbbed painfully.
After fingering herself for several minutes, Ito pinched her labia and pulled them wide apart. She thrust her pelvis upward, spreading her legs even further in an effort to expose the deepest part of her vagina. That's when I noticed the blood. Not a lot of it, but as Ito pried her pussy lips apart, her juices were tainted crimson. I didn't understand what that meant at first, but I soon realized that she'd been a virgin. The girl had popped her own cherry with her fingers for our amusement.
My amusement, I reminded myself.
Had Mika Ito been saving herself for marriage? It seemed as if more and more girls did, at least the ones I knew about. Imari was a virgin, I knew that. She wanted to save herself for her wedding night. Was Saeki still pure? I looked at her, but it was impossible to tell. If Ito had been saving herself for a man she loved, how much more humiliated would she be after the spell wore off? The blood ran down her thighs and soaked into her stockings, just enough so that everyone in the room knew what she'd done.
She went back to fingering herself, almost violently. Ito stiffened two fingers of her right hand, turning them inward and stabbing her cunt repeatedly. Her efforts were punctuated by a wet, squishing sound that must have been music to her ears. Ito rocked her hips in time with her fingers. She cupped her left hand close to her mouth and spit into her palm. She did it again and yet again before reaching down to pour the saliva over her pussy and onto her asshole.
Ito pulled her knees to her breasts, lifting her feet off the floor to present her tightly puckered anus to the class. She massaged a mixture of spit and oily pussy juice around her backdoor while slapping her distended clitoris with the other hand. She welcomed her middle finger into her rectum with a low grunt and deep-throated purr of satisfaction. Spittle dripped down her thighs as she hunched her hips. Ito began fucking her asshole much like she had her cunt, pumping her tiny hole as quickly and deeply as possible. My classmates and I seemed to be holding our breath, anticipating the inevitable climax of her performance.
"I'm going to cum!...I'm cumming!" Ito cried out, rigid with the effort of expelling her fluid rapture.
Her orgasm sprayed outward between her fingers in a flood of hot female nectar. So forceful was her climax, that several students in the first row were caught by the shower. I'd never witnessed such a thing before and I might have thought she was pissing, but no. Her ejaculate had a thin, whitish color, like water barely tainted with milk. She came for nearly a minute, perhaps even longer than that, arching her back while her body jerked and shivered. As her orgasm began to fade, she lost control of her bladder and a golden stream of urine sprouted gracefully between her legs to rudely spatter on the floor.
The girl started to recover then. Ito looked around, blinking with obvious confusion. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but her eyes rolled upward instead and she slumped unconscious in a puddle of her own piss and cum.
After a moment of profound silence, the classroom burst into life. It was like we'd all woken up from the same dream, except Mika Ito lay naked at the front of the classroom. It hadn't been a dream, but a nightmare for her. I didn't know if she'd fainted from embarrassment or was simply exhausted after frantically masturbating for he better part of an hour. Had it really been so long? The clock didn't lie, but to me it felt like only a few minutes had passed.
"Cover her up!" Imari yelled. "What's wrong with you guys?"
"Oh my God! What happened to her? Should we call the doctor?" Murai wondered. She spun like a top, looking for someone with answers, and finally settled on Saeki, who was wrapping Ito's clothes around her body as best she could.
"We should take her to the infirmary," Saeki suggested, and the professor agreed. He was already instructing several guys to carry Ito out of the classroom.
Everything was chaotic for while, but I just sat at my desk. It seemed like a good idea to stay out of the way as everyone else ran around like a bunch of chickens. Saeki knew what she was doing. Someone had found a blanket and four boys used it for a stretcher to carry Ito downstairs. The professor went with them, and so did Saeki, probably to ensure she made it to the infirmary okay. I didn't blame her for that, I'm sure every guy in the class had an erection.
Practical Imari had already enlisted some help with cleaning up the messy floor. Girls were sent for buckets and mops and air freshener.
"Lot's of air freshener," I muttered on their way out. "Good idea."
Our classroom smelled much like my sister's bedroom sometimes did. Not an unpleasant smell, but it did make it difficult to think about anything except my hard cock. I think my classmates felt the same, even the girls. None of would look at each other and we only said what was necessary. There were no whispers. None of the laughter one might have expected to relieve the tension. My classmates were confused and the guilt was written on their faces. They'd all watched Ito without lifting a finger to stop her. That must have been especially humiliating for someone like Imari, whose moral compass had never failed her before.
I caught her staring at me, but she looked quickly away. Imari's face was red and damp with sweat as she took her seat. How our lessons could possibly continue, I had no idea, but the professor was determined to restore some semblance of normalcy.
"Take your seats," he said. "Everyone sit down, please."
He sought refuge in what he knew, teaching, and I think most of his students did the same. With Ito safely removed to the infirmary, the floor cleaned, and the air stinking of pine oil, we went back to the business of learning. It all felt very strange to me. But anyway, we only had about thirty minutes until lunch. It turned out to be just enough time for most of us to recover.
"Did you see her?" I overheard a boy saying. "Ito was so hot! I'm going to jerk off thinking about her tonight!"
In front of me, a girl shook her head in disgust. "I never dreamed she was that kind of girl."
"What a total whore," her friend replied. "Can you imagine doing something like that in front of the whole class?"
"I always knew there was something wrong with her," a third girl added. "Did you hear what she said about Minase this morning?"
"You mean how she loves his penis?" They all covered their mouths, giggling and glancing at me.
I frowned and turned my attention elsewhere. Ito's joke was going to haunt me for a long time, I could tell.
Looking out for Ito's reputation, the professor had forbidden anyone to talk about the incident outside of the classroom. Of course, nobody actually believed it would remain a secret for very long. It would only be a matter of time before the whole school knew about it. He'd also dismissed several of the students who were obviously upset by what they'd witnessed. They were girls, of course. Murai had been one of them, but not Saeki or Imari.
Almost everyone stayed in the classroom for lunch just so they could talk about Ito. The male students were generally enthusiastic, excited about what they'd witnessed and wishing some of the other girls would follow Ito's example. Particularly Rika Shiraki, of course. Everyone wanted to see her voluptuous body in the raw! My female classmates were much less interested in what they'd seen, focusing instead on the reasons why. The consensus seemed to be that Ito must have been on drugs, or that she was a slut, and probably both. Only Imari was outspoken in her sympathy and Saeki chose to remain silent about the whole thing.
She'd seen it coming though. I hadn't forgotten about that!
Saeki caught me looking at her. She didn't smile, but narrowed her lavender eyes as if she suspected me of something. I'd gotten so used to the way she'd warmed up to me that her calculating stare felt like a slap to the face. That was the Saeki I remembered, cold and aloof, not very friendly at all. That might have been due to the Tarot cards arrayed on her desk. I had no idea what she was trying to do, but it must have had something to do with me.
I turned away from her, returning to my largely neglected lunch. The last thing I needed would be for anyone to figure out that I had something to do with Ito's X-rated show and tell. I wondered what she would remember when she woke up. What would she think? Ito had been talking to me as if we were lovers, which nobody had commented on...yet. That might have explained Saeki's interest, but did it make me a suspect? Ito had told everyone she liked my cock, so maybe they'd missed the joke and assumed she really did have a thing for me.
My mind went a thousand miles an hour in every possible direction. Everything would depend on Ito, I decided. What if she somehow knew I'd cast a spell? That would be bad. She'd hate me. In front of everyone, the girl had stripped, masturbated to orgasm, and even pissed on the floor! Her life would become a living hell in the weeks and months, perhaps even years to follow. Look in any newspaper -- A lot of people much more popular than Mika Ito had found out just how painful public humiliation can be.
That's when I began to recognize the magnitude of what I'd done. She hadn't deserved such a terrible fate. She didn't like me and I thought she was an annoying bitch locked inside a sexy body, but even so...It was just bad luck that Ito had been the best candidate for my experiment. It wasn't really my fault, was it? And even if it was, the episode was over now. I couldn't go back in time and undo the spell, even if I'd wanted to. And truthfully, I'd rather enjoyed myself.
Still, I toyed with the idea of trying to apologize. I could try to explain that it had been a spell, but I wasn't sure if even Saeki would believe me. Murai might, but only because she was so completely gullible anyway. Everyone else would look for a more reasonable answer. Like maybe I'd drugged Ito or hypnotized her, something with a basis in fact, not fantasy. Shoot! I wondered if Ito could press charges against me. Well, as long as I didn't admit to anything, nobody could prove anything. So much for an apology!
Of course, it might not have been the spell at all. I couldn't completely rule out coincidence, could I? That almost made me feel better.
"Hello? Minase?" I blinked as Imari waved her hand in front of my face. "You were in a daze. Are you alright?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah." I nodded. "I was just, um...nothing."
"You didn't eat very much," she observed.
"I'm not very hungry."
"Me neither," Imari sighed. "Hey...What did you think of all that with Ito?"
"I'm not sure," I answered, carefully. "What do you think?"
"I know something's wrong," she said. "Ito's just not that way at all. She'd never do something so vulgar in front of everyone."
"Maybe she was stressed out or something." I shrugged. "I don't know much about her family or anything."
"No," Imari said. "I would have heard if she had problems that serious."
"Yeah, but everyone has secrets," I reminded her. "Nobody can know for sure except Ito."
"I guess so," she agreed. "But to do something so...crazy? There's got to be another explanation."
I made the mistake of smiling. "Besides just going crazy?"
"It's not funny!" Imari stared me down. "You're a boy, so you don't know. I'd rather kill myself than do what Ito did."
"Really?" I swallowed hard. Maybe I'd underestimated how bad Ito might feel.
"Maybe someone threatened her."
"What? Like blackmailed her into embarrassing herself?"
"Well, something made her do it," Imari said. "Don't you think?"
"Yeah. I guess so," I said, but blackmail seemed kind of out there to me. I mean, it would have if I hadn't already known the truth.
"It's pretty despicable to make a girl do something so awful," she continued. "If a guy did that to me? I'd kill him. I really would."
"Why does it have to be a guy?"
"Because a girl would know better," Imari said, no longer hiding her anger.
She clenched her fisted and shook with adrenalin, and that reaction surprised me, although maybe it shouldn't have. Ito's reaction would be a million times stronger. She'd been the victim, after all. Would she kill herself? Would she try to find out who was responsible and kill him? -- Kill me? I found myself praying silently that Ito would wake up and not remember a thing.
"Where are you going?" Imari asked, watching as I got up from my seat.
"Sorry," I said. "I just remembered something I have to do."
I hurried away from Imari and towards the classroom door.
"Minase! What does that mean?" she called after me, but I didn't even slow down.
