Hitomi(1-33)

Hitomi (1-33)
Part 1
In Shibuya Ward, Tokyo, there is a private high school, N High School, which is nationally renowned for its college entrance exam preparation. Rarely among private schools, it offers a continuous education from middle school to high school within the same institution, and its free-spirited atmosphere is also well-known. Since most students are academically gifted and diligent, it's safe to say that even without strict school rules , problems wouldn't arise.
For Hitomi Ninomiya, becoming an English teacher at such a prestigious school while graduating from university is a stroke of luck. One of the English teachers at N High School has a vacancy due to illness; this teacher is none other than Hitomi's mentor from high school. Hitomi's English grades at N High School were outstanding, and her experience as class representative demonstrated leadership qualities, leading to her being recommended as a successor.
Having already secured a position at a major publishing house, Hitomi is not hesitant when faced with the opportunity to become the teacher she admires. When Hitomi apologetically declines the offer, the publishing house staff show genuine regret.
A grand welcome party awaited Hitomi in the faculty office. Hitomi had graduated from N High School about four years prior, so most of the teachers knew her. Even those not directly teaching her were renowned for her beauty and excellence.
Hitomi was assigned to teach English to third-year middle school students and also to be the tutor for the third-year class 1. This sudden tutoring assignment was unusual; since no other suitable candidates were available, she accepted the role with the support of other third-year tutors.
April arrived. Hitomi greeted the first semester with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Her clear mind, unwavering spirit, and strong sense of justice in strictly punishing misconduct made her teaching career begin smoothly.
Hitomi quickly won over the third-year class 1 students, and her beauty made her an idol at N High School. Then,
some time after the start of the second semester, something happened.
In the first hour, Hitomi opened the door to Class 3-1 for the day's first lesson, noticing an unusual disharmony in the otherwise quiet classroom.
"Hey everyone, what's wrong? You're all so well-behaved today," Hitomi greeted the students in a bright voice.
However, the usual cheerful response was absent. Instead, everyone deliberately looked towards the corner to the right of the blackboard.
"That's strange, is there something there? They're always so noisy even when we ask them to be quiet." Noticing something in front of their gaze, Hitomi's smile froze.
On the right side of the blackboard, where the bulletin board was, lay a pair of briefs. White with small pink flower stems.
"Wait, wait a minute! What's this?" The unexpected situation made Hitomi lose her composure, frantically reaching for the briefs on the bulletin board.
Putting them in her pocket, Hitomi looked around at the students again. But each student responded to Hitomi's reaction with silent stares.
"W-What's going on? The children haven't reacted at all. No, no, I can't let
this get me flustered."
It must be some kind of prank on the new teacher. If I could figure it out subtly, the students wouldn't be like this anymore. Hitomi shook her head frantically, thinking hard, and said in a calm tone,
"Who put this on the bulletin board?" As she said this, she slowly looked at the faces of all the students again. However, the silence continued.
"Ando-kun, as the class representative, please explain. The bulletin board is only used to inform the whole class, right?" "Please, Ando-kun, help me."
Hitomi's eyes pleaded. Ando was both serious and had leadership skills, and his role as class representative was very effective.
Ando, who was called upon, spoke up.
"Yes, I'm not quite sure either. It was already posted there when I came in this morning. And that's a 'Lost and Found' bulletin board. I don't think it's good to just take it down." Seeing the disgust in Hitomi's eyes, Ando hurriedly added.
"And, moreover, I discussed it with the girls. The conclusion is that it's best to let the teacher decide, so..." "Oh, I see." After hearing Ando's explanation, Hitomi was even more confused. "Why do the girls agree with this? The idea that underwear is lost doesn't make sense. Isn't this conclusion too hasty!" Although that's what she thought, she didn't understand why they did such a mischievous thing. Indeed, boys and girls only understand themselves.
"Well then, if anyone has any clues, please come to the staff room... Also, if any 'lost items' appear in the future, don't post them directly on the bulletin board, please bring them to the teacher first. Okay, let's start class now." Looking at the students nodding innocently, Hitomi breathed a sigh of relief.
"It was just a prank after all. It's a pity it didn't make me blush. As expected, 15-year-olds are still just children."
Having resolved the little incident, Hitomi quickly started her usual class.
However, after school that day, Hitomi was organizing materials when a female student came up behind her. Noticing this, Hitomi turned around and saw the girl slightly lowering her head. The girl was none other than Yamamoto Manami, who was the most popular girl among the boys in the class.
"Oh, Manami-san, what's wrong?" Manami's listless appearance gave Hitomi a bad feeling, so Hitomi greeted her gently. Manami was usually the lively type, and she had even ranked in the top 5 of the class in the first semester's final exams.
"It's okay, you can talk to the teacher about anything." "Um, teacher." But Manami seemed to hesitate about something, muttering a few words softly before falling silent again.
"What?" Sensing the change in atmosphere, Hitomi spun her chair to match her turning around, gazing at Manami with even gentler eyes as she asked. Urging her now would only have the opposite effect, so she silently waited for Manami's response.
However, Hitomi's efforts were fruitless. Manami gritted her teeth, raised her face, and said...
"Ah, no, it's alright. After thinking it over, it's not important at all... Sorry to bother you!" Her smile looked a little forced, and before Hitomi could call her back, the girl ran off.
That night, Hitomi was in her single-room apartment, working on materials for the next day's class on her computer. Teachers' work consisted mostly of creating materials, and because they were at the bottom of the staff office, they had to handle all sorts of miscellaneous tasks, so there was almost no time to concentrate on work at school.
"Hmm... does everyone understand how that feels?" On her PC, besides textbooks, there were original English grammar explanations and question sets. Hitomi was most troubled by the fact that the third-year students at N Middle School, due to the integrated junior and senior high school education, seemed to lack any motivation. Therefore, she suggested giving the middle-achieving students university-level topics to spark their curiosity—Hitomi explained this to the head of student affairs, and received permission.
"Hmm, it's a little difficult, but that's good. After all, everyone needs to train hard." As Hitomi reached for the keyboard again, the sound of receiving an email and the notification window appeared simultaneously.
"Oh dear, who could it be?" Hitomi murmured to herself as she opened the email software.
The new email's subject line read, "You absolutely have to read this!" The sender's name was "Teacher's Fan."
"What is this?" Hitomi thought, convinced it was a prank email, and reflexively pressed the delete key. However, the cursor stopped at the recycle bin icon. The image of Manami, who had come after school seeking advice, flashed through her mind—a sad expression.
"What? Fine, I'll read it then. Ugh, you brat. Okay, okay, it's just a letter." Without being forced, Hitomi clicked on the email.
"Subject: You absolutely have to read this! Sender: Teacher's Fan 'anony'
Recipient 'to': Hitomi-sama, the idol of many middle school students 'n.hitomi@nxx-jh.ad.jp'"
Text: Goodnight, Hitomi-sensei. You've always been beautiful. But it's not for us to look at.
So, here's an interesting photo, take a look. You'll regret it if you don't.
[Attachment: manami001] ".jpg."
"Wh-what is this?" The filename of the attachment made Hitomi's bad premonition rise even higher. Hitomi ran a virus scan on the attachment. There was no reaction.
"No problem..." Hitomi took a breath and clicked on the file twice.
"This-this is..." Hitomi was speechless for a moment. The image that suddenly expanded to cover the entire desktop was a full-body image of a high school girl wearing a Western-style top. Moreover, this high school girl was Yamamoto Manami, who was rolling up her skirt with her hands, completely exposing her panties. The pattern of the panties was white with small pink flower stems.
"I-I knew it." The bad premonition came true. Someone threatened Manami to dress like this, and then demanded that she take off her panties, take them away, and then show them to the whole class in the classroom.
"W-why is this so cruel?" Hitomi trembled with anger. For a 15-year-old girl, this is the age when her sense of shame is strongest. Especially since Manami Yamamoto was the type to be twice as serious as the average person.
"W-Why is this happening? What should I do?" Hitomi bit her lip in self-reproach. Why hadn't she listened to Manami properly when she came to talk to her after school? Manami's forced smile flashed through her mind, and Hitomi felt helpless. Am I such an unreliable teacher? Hitomi couldn't help but bury her head in her hands, deep in thought.
"Hitomi, calm down! Think about what we should do now." Hitomi scolded herself. She had encountered many hardships and difficulties before, but she had always overcome them with reason and willpower. Yes, there's absolutely no problem, she can definitely save Manami.
Part 2
First, the facts were confirmed. The facts were: the panties posted in the classroom, Manami coming to talk to her after school, and then this email and the photo of Manami being asked to show her panties.
First of all, was this photo really a shameful photo of Manami? Hitomi slowly stared at the face in the photo. No doubt, it's Manami. So, is this really our school's uniform? Indeed, the uniform in the photo is identical to N High School's uniform in appearance and details. If that's the case, are the underwear in the photo the same pair I got today? Hitomi took a paper bag from her handbag and pulled out the briefs. She compared them side-by-side next to the computer monitor. They were definitely the same pair. Not necessarily, it could be a composite photo. Hitomi zoomed in on the photo three times, slowly scrutinizing every corner. However, she couldn't find any subtle color differences at the seams, unnatural shadows, etc., after the composite was done.
There's no mistake, Yamamoto Manami was probably coerced by one of the boys in her class to take these shameful photos, and her underwear was also shown to the whole class. However, there's no evidence that things couldn't get worse. That boy—maybe the boys—humph, would he be satisfied with just getting a glimpse of the briefs?
Hitomi began to imagine. If it were like when she was in her third year of middle school, forced to take off her underwear in front of her male classmates, or even subjected to more humiliating things... No, no, that wouldn't do. The worst imaginings flashed through Hitomi's mind.
"No, I can't think like that!" Hitomi shook her head violently. Negative thoughts brought a terrifying illusion that something like this might actually happen.
"I-I have to talk to Manami,"
Hitomi glanced at the clock. However, it was already past midnight.
In a typical household, there would never be a phone call at that hour.
Just then, Hitomi's phone beeped with an email notification.
"Eh!" Hitomi exclaimed involuntarily, staring at her phone in fear.
The sender had the same name as the email she had just received on her computer, and this time the subject was "Command 1."
"Wh-what command? How arrogant!" Although her tone was forceful, her hand gripping the mouse trembled.
"Title: Instruction 1 Sender: Teacher's fan "anony"
Target "to": Hitomi-sama, whom middle school students admire "n.hitomi@nxx-jh.ad.jp"
Text: How is it? Isn't it a cute photo? The earnest high school girl's embarrassed look is really nice.
I feel bad if I'm the only one with the photo, so I want to send it to every classmate. What should I do?
But, the teacher must be very busy. If something happens to Manami, the teacher's teaching ability will be questioned. Therefore, let's give the teacher a chance. If you don't want this photo to be published, then follow the instructions. Eh, then Instruction 1: Wear an interview suit to school tomorrow. It's a dark blue suit with a white shirt. Of course, your hairstyle and makeup should also be for an interview. I'm a big fan of interview suits. Starting from tomorrow's commute, you can't even take off a single button unless instructed otherwise. If you follow my instructions for tomorrow, I'll forgive you. Oh, there's one more condition. You must keep this phone with you at all times and absolutely cannot turn it off. If you receive an email, check it immediately no matter what you're doing. And, it's impossible for you to find me through the email. You probably wouldn't understand the details anyway, because it was sent anonymously using a server from an underground organization in a country that has no diplomatic relations with Japan. If you have connections with the CIA or the US military, that's a different story.”
“An interview. A suit?” The unexpected content left Hitomi stunned. Because the email was sent to her specifically, she was prepared to face any coercion.
But this request was simply for Hitomi to wear an interview suit and dress up for an interview.
Hitomi tilted her head. Maybe it was just a little mischievous, wasn't it? — Hitomi had this expectation. After all, a third-year middle school student is just a child.
This email must have been sent by one of the boys in Class 3-1. Thinking about it that way, it was hard to imagine that there was such a cruel student in her class. Everyone always looked at her with dazzled eyes, at this slightly older sister-like figure.
"Yeah, that's right, as long as they're my students, there's no problem. There'll definitely be a way. Okay, let's finish the data and go to sleep." Hitomi used her naturally positive attitude to change her mood and began working.
The next morning. Hitomi stood in front of the mirror, puzzled. She was already wearing a white shirt and suit, her makeup was heavier than usual, and she had chosen white stockings.
Then came her hairstyle. Hitomi looked at her usual shoulder-length hair and muttered to herself.
"What kind of hairstyle would suit an interview suit?" "Wouldn't this be okay?" Since the person who coerced her specifically mentioned it, she decided to go for something a little different from usual, thinking this as she gently piled her hair up.
"Oh—hmm, I feel like I'm emphasizing the innocent look too much, I'm a little embarrassed. Oh well. I'm Hitomi Ninomiya, nice to meet you." Hitomi smiled at the mirror. She looked exactly like a female college student attending an interview.
"This should be enough. Are you satisfied now, Mr. Coercer... Oh dear, will it be hot today too?
No way!" Hitomi looked at the weather presenter reporting on the lingering summer heat and became slightly melancholy. However, if she thought about it positively, if this could save Manami, it would be a very good deal.
As the weather forecast said, in mid-September, the temperature in Tokyo was trending upwards to over 30 degrees Celsius. The humidity was also very high, and the heat was like being in a steamer, making everyone look like they had had enough.
"Wait, wait a minute, isn't this too hot?"
Facing the curious and sympathetic gazes from passersby, Hitomi walked along the 10-minute road to the station. Since everyone else was dressed lightly, only Hitomi came in a dark blue suit, and the buttons were all fastened tightly, which gave people the impression that "it must be very hot." In addition, she would definitely be misunderstood as a poor female college student who still hadn't found a job.
"W-What? Don't look at me like that. I'm a real teacher, and a frontrunner for a major publishing house. But why can't I even unbutton one button?"
Hitomi grumbled at the prisoner who gave her such a ridiculous order. She was already drenched in sweat under her suit. She quickened her pace to get to the station as soon as possible, but the vigorous exercise only added to her body heat.
"Just one more day. Let it end soon."
After arriving at the station closest to the school, other worries came her way.
"Good morning, teacher... Oh dear, what's going on today?" Hitomi mentally stuck out her tongue at the sudden voice behind her. But of course, she couldn't actually do that, so she turned around and gave a teacher's smile.
"Aiya, Ms. Tamaru, good morning." "W-Teacher, why are you dressed like this for an interview? It must be hot!" Tamaru Mika exclaimed in surprise as she looked Hitomi up and down.
The sharp voice drew disapproving glances from the surrounding office workers.
"But, you're really pretty. Your makeup perfectly captures the feeling of a young girl." "Oh, really? Thank you for the compliment." However, Hitomi was being a bit too polite, as Mika's presence made it impossible for her to walk at her own pace. The sunlight intensified, and the radiant heat from the road felt like a hot wind. "Please, it's so hot, don't walk so slowly." But, as if mocking Hitomi's thoughts, the situation took the opposite turn.
"Oh, it's Ninomiya-sensei, good morning, teacher!" "Wow, you look so pretty, like a little girl." "Your slender ankles covered in white stockings are the prettiest!" Surrounded by a group of five boys from her class, Hitomi could only manage a spasmodic smile. At the same time, a question crossed Hitomi's mind. "No, could one of these kids be coercing me? Waiting for me to pass by? How dare they look down on adults! I won't lose, absolutely not!"
Hitomi maintained her smile nonchalantly, carefully observing the expressions of the five boys, but each of them was captivated by Hitomi's beauty. "I... I can't tell. Could it just be a coincidence? If so, who is the culprit?"
That day, Hitomi became the center of attention. In the staff room, she surpassed her usual idol persona, stunningly capturing the hearts of the naive middle-aged teachers. However, on the other hand, Hitomi's anxiety grew as she felt the envious gazes of the female teachers.
Later, when she went to teach the third-grade classes, she was greeted with cheers and jeers like "So cute!" and "Miss Cute!".
Although it was troublesome, Hitomi wanted to take off this interview suit as soon as possible, but if she wasn't even allowed to unbutton a single button, then so be it.
The whole day was sunny. The daytime temperature easily exceeded 30 degrees Celsius, and it felt like it was going to rise further.
"Ah, it's so hot."
The staff room had the latest and most complete air conditioning, but Hitomi only had two hours of free time today. When the fifth hour ended and Hitomi returned to the staff room, her cheeks were flushed and hot, and she was covered in sweat.
"Um, Ninomiya-sensei, what's wrong?" The art teacher sitting next to her, Takaoka Makiko, spoke up because she couldn't stand it anymore. Makiko was a 30-year-old single elite.
"I don't understand why you're working so hard, but wouldn't it be better to take off that jacket?" "N-no, it's okay. I'll just keep going like this today." Hitomi wiped her sweat and gave a strange explanation with a smile. "I don't like this outfit either. But I have no choice for the students."
Then came the sixth hour. The last hour of the day. Thinking that there was only one hour left, Hitomi's mood brightened. However, on the other hand, the sixth hour was the most tense hour of the day. Because this class is 3rd grade, group 1, it means that whoever among the students is the coercor. And the fact that there hasn't been a single order yet is a little frightening. Or will some "instruction"
appear in the sixth hour? The unease of not understanding the perpetrator's intentions made Hitomi's heart pound.
"It's okay, they're just kids after all. And whatever the order, I'll fight for Manami." Hitomi, on her way to the restroom before class, encouraged herself while looking in the mirror.
"Alright—everyone, class is starting—." As the bell rang to signal the start of the sixth hour, Hitomi took a breath in the hallway and
clicked open the door. Entering the classroom with a cheerful smile, she quickly checked the expressions of all 18 male students.
However, no student's eyes showed fear or gloom; Hitomi received a grand welcome.
"Oh, oh-oh! Here she comes! The legendary little girl teacher!" "A beautiful girl's makeup is so perfect, there's no place for brats like you." "Wait, what nonsense are you talking about? You're the idiots who don't want to talk to adults or even kids." "That's right, that's right. But why is the teacher dressed up so beautifully? Ah, I know, she has a date today, right?" "Huh? The teacher has a boyfriend? She said she didn't at the welcome party. How disappointing!" "Shut up. Even if you were the only man left on Earth, no woman would agree to date you, don't worry too much!" The noisy atmosphere typical of middle school students began, and Hitomi, left out, could only smile wryly.
"What, she's just being naughty. She's just trying to make things difficult for the teacher."
"Alright, alright, that's enough! Class is starting. Everyone, turn to page 92!" Hitomi called out while wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Part 3
After the initial commotion subsided, class began as usual. In the quiet classroom, Hitomi's voice echoed like a melodious bell. The students diligently read from their textbooks while stealing glances at Hitomi's beauty. Dressed in her interview attire, Hitomi exuded an even more alluring sexiness than usual.
"Even so, it's incredibly hot. Ugh, I wish today would end soon,"
Hitomi muttered, glancing at the clock above the blackboard as she moved among the students.
The hands mercilessly pointed to 2:20, announcing that only 10 minutes had passed since the start of class.
"Forty minutes left? 2 o'clock, the hottest time of day. Mr. Coercor, are you satisfied now?"
Hitomi casually wiped the sweat from her cheeks, gazing at the students. A few boys, whose eyes met Hitomi's occasionally, quickly averted their gazes back to their textbooks. Hitomi chuckled inwardly at the obvious reaction of a teenage boy to older women, a primal fascination with them yet lacking the courage to look them in the eye.
"Oh, everyone's so cute. I don't know who the culprit is, but this little prank should be enough. They're just kids after all."
With remarkable composure, Hitomi slowly stepped onto the podium.
At that moment, her phone, secretly tucked into her inner pocket, vibrated. Because of strict rules requiring students to keep their phones off during class, Hitomi usually kept hers off, but today she was specifically obeying the culprit's order. Of course, knowing this, the students, without being told, politely turned their phones off as well.
"Here it comes!" Hitomi's heart pounded. She had assumed the class would continue peacefully until the end.
"Alright, now for the question practice. Please translate the English for question 1." After distributing the materials prepared yesterday, Hitomi slowly sat down.
She casually observed the students, each diligently reading the English questions. The students, already innocent by nature, were now completely engaged in English class thanks to Hitomi's fervent efforts. Not a single student remained indifferent.
"No problem,"
Hitomi casually reached into her inner pocket and pulled out her phone. Hiding behind the lectern, she checked on the students again before opening her phone. She immediately tapped the "New Email" notification.
"Subject: Instruction 2 Sender: Teacher's fan 'anony'
Recipient 'to': Hitomi-sama, admired by middle school students 'n.hitomi@nxx-jh.ad.jp'
Text: This outfit is perfect for a teacher. Especially the curves of her buttocks and breasts!
The teacher is really good-looking, even the girls say so.
So, the next instruction is to take off the jacket of this outfit within 5 minutes.
Of course, putting on or draping anything else over it is not allowed. Continue teaching with the upper body still in a white shirt."
Sure enough, the female teacher was supposed to wear a white shirt and a dark blue tight-fitting short skirt.
She probably knew that if they didn't keep their promise, she'd send Manami's photo to everyone's phone. "
W-How could this happen?" Hitomi exclaimed softly. Her hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
"Who...who is playing such a cruel joke!"
The entire group of students, who had been diligently practicing their questions, suddenly seemed to harbor malice towards Hitomi, sending a chill down her spine.
"But...but I can't take off my jacket right now."
Hitomi hesitated, and not without reason. In the sweltering heat of over 30 degrees Celsius, she had been wearing a suit all day.
The shirt underneath was already soaked with sweat, and the unpleasant feeling of it sticking to her skin was palpable. Moreover, to resist this unreasonable order to wear a suit to school, she was wearing the thinnest fabric shirt. If she were to wear only the shirt now, it would be almost like publicly exposing her upper body to only a bra.
After Hitomi calmed down, her phone vibrated again, the notification light flashing in the inbox.
"Title: Hurry!
Sender: Teacher's fan 'anony'
Subject 'to': Hitomi-sama, the idol of many middle school students 'n.hitomi@nxx-jh.ad.jp'"
Text: Teacher, what's going on? It's not like I'm going to make you naked.
Or is it that you hate being seen in a shirt more than your students' underwear being exposed?
One minute later. I hope Manami doesn't become afraid to go to school. If you
don't want Manami's underwear photos to be published, then don't go against my wishes anymore, and it's also unacceptable to be found out you were coerced.
So I'm hoping you'll cover it up with a clever excuse.
Oh, and, just leave the phone on the desk like that.
From now on, commands will be issued via the chat room, so please click to log in here: "http://www.○○○.ne.jp".
"Who...who is it?!"
In the classroom, surrounded by the silence of pencil scratching, Hitomi's heart pounded with indignation. But on the other hand, she had to admit defeat, and Hitomi made a painful decision in her heart. Following the instructions, she clicked the URL and was automatically logged into a web-like chat room.
Immediately, someone spoke up, displaying messages like, "Hitomi's fan: Teacher, welcome! Well then, hurry up and take it off."
"N-no problem, Manami. Teacher will protect you."
Manami, sitting in the center of the classroom, was diligently writing with a pen. In Hitomi's eyes, Manami's current appearance seemed to overlap with her troubled expression yesterday and the sincere expression of the girl who often asked questions.
"Calm down, calm down, that's a small matter. Just write on the blackboard or walk behind everyone if you can. That way, you'll definitely be able to hide it. No boy will be able to see my chest from the front."
Renmei, having made up her mind, acted swiftly. Sitting there, she immediately unbuttoned her jacket, then quickly took off her left and right wrists. And no one noticed Renmei's disguise.
"W-Is this okay? Is it really okay?"
Renmei looked at her chest anxiously.
"Ugh!" Renmei couldn't help but gasp softly. The sweat-soaked shirt clung tightly to her skin, clearly exposing the beautiful curves of her breasts. Moreover, because the shirt had absorbed moisture, more than half of it had become semi-transparent, and even the fabric of her demi-cup bra was clearly visible.
"This is no good!"
Renmei had no time to spare, and with frantic movements, she pulled the shirt open from the front and back of her skin with a "thud, thud." Although the area not completely covered had increased slightly compared to before, the shameful state that the 22-year-old woman found unbearable remained unchanged.
"W-What should I do! This really can't go on."
As Hitomi thought this, she unconsciously reached for her coat, but it was too late.
"Done. Oh dear, teacher, what's going on?" Nakagawa Mikio, the top student in the class, seemed to have forgotten his usual composure and suddenly cried out in alarm.
"N-no, that..." Hitomi said nervously, covering her chest with her hands.
"I was thinking of taking off my coat because it was a bit hot." "Could it be Nakagawa-kun?"
Attracted by Nakagawa's voice, almost all the students looked up.
"Wow, really? Teacher looks amazing!" "So transparent, such a slender body, I can't take it anymore-." "That's so exaggerated, completely transparent, teacher. It's disgusting!" "But, her waist is so thin--, so alluring." "Whatever, take your hands off, let us see your chest!" "Take off your shirt too!" The tense atmosphere in the classroom broke down, and the students immediately stared at Hitomi's body without any politeness, and criticized and ridiculed her mercilessly.
The authority that Hitomi had built up during the first semester—the usually gentle, strict, and uncompromising Ninomiya-sensei who didn't allow any whispering in class—had crumbled.
Hitomi froze, taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.
"No, no! I... I can't take it anymore!"
"That's enough, everyone! Please stop!" At this moment, the only female student who hadn't raised her head, Yamamoto Manami, stood up and shouted.
"The teacher was just dressed a little revealingly. Have you all forgotten the teacher's enthusiastic guidance all this time? Even the practice exercises were made at home late into the night! If you understand, Mikami-kun, Nakajo-kun, Takada-kun, Kakiyama-kun, please apologize to the teacher!" The temperature in the ensuing classroom instantly dropped.
"W-what is that? It's no big deal to tease a little." "Yeah, so what if you're a disciplinary committee member?" "Why only talk about the boys? The girls are noisy too!" "The teacher has a great figure, can't I compliment her?" The four boys who were called out complained a lot, but after being glared at by Manami, they all lowered their heads and muttered "Sorry" softly. "
That's enough." After looking down contemptuously at the boys who had lowered their heads, Manami turned to face Hitomi behind the lectern.
"I'm really sorry, teacher, as a disciplinary committee member, I apologize. But, no one will whisper anymore, so please continue the class." After bowing, Manami sat back down.
"Uh, yes. Thank you." Hitomi, who had been completely dominated by the female student, thanked Manami while feeling embarrassed. "Thank you so much. The people who coerced you were among these people, and you still had the courage to do that. I can't lose either."
However, when Hitomi's eyes fell on the lectern, new messages appeared in the chat room on her phone. "Hitomi-san's fans: I can't stand it! She was saved by a student! Is she even a teacher? Sigh, whatever. Anyway, just wear your shirt and teach as usual. No unnatural movements to cover your chest. If you disobey, the teacher thinks the cute Manami-san will see hell."
"W-that's so despicable! I-I absolutely cannot forgive this! I must find the culprit and roast them alive!"
Hitomi bit her lip in regret and anger, slowly lowering her hands from her chest. Anyone who could lower their hands all at once was either not thinking straight or had never experienced the pain of being exposed as if through a shirt and bra, even feeling the pain of being stared at by 35 people.
"N-don't let it become transparent again!"
Hitomi, having lowered her hands behind the lectern, fearfully checked the state of her chest.
"Okay, okay, let's start class again." Ironically, Hitomi's voice even began to tremble.
Part 4
However, Hitomi's wish was not fulfilled, as could be seen from everyone's expressions. Overwhelmed by Manami's imposing presence, everyone dared not utter a sound, but all eyes were fixed on Hitomi's chest. Her previous efforts had worked; the shape of her breasts was no longer so clear, but the nipples were still distinct, and unfortunately, some areas were still translucent.
"Alright, is everything written? Then please, Makita-kun, who's best at answering practice questions, translate." Hitomi tried her best to remain calm and continue the lesson. However, the shame of exposing her semi-transparent upper body made her cheeks uncontrollably flush red. The boys behind Manami could be seen whispering to avoid being heard. "So big. Oh, are those nipples?" "Pink bra. Looks so soft. It must feel soft to the touch." Hitomi looked at those lips, and although she hated it, she had to admit that her shameful state had been exposed.
"H-Hurry up and finish this."
Hitomi glanced at her watch; the hands mercilessly pointed to 2:30, meaning the shameful ordeal would continue for another 30 minutes.
At that moment, Hitomi noticed the change in her phone screen out of the corner of her eye. "W-what? Please, spare me!"
Hitomi's previous tough attitude had completely vanished.
"Hitomi-san's fans: What are you doing? When you ask someone to answer a question, don't you usually walk around the classroom, checking everyone's answers one by one? That's the Hitomi-san who's passionate about education! Okay, as usual, bend down and check carefully."
"W-you mean I have to walk around the classroom like this?"
Hitomi was horrified by the cruelty of the coercor. Although she usually did walk around and carefully check everyone's answers, doing it now was like letting everyone see her breasts up close.
"P-please, spare me!"
Hitomi couldn't help but cast pleading glances at the male students. These were definitely the culprits. Because the boys were all tilting their heads, staring at Hitomi's breasts, practically drooling.
"Hitomi-san's fans: Hurry up!
[Attachment: manami002.jpg]"
The attachment opened automatically, showing Manami's image. Her panties were also forced off and displayed in her right hand. Although her skirt was down, she was definitely not wearing underwear underneath. Manami's face looked like she was about to cry.
"M-Manami!"
Hitomi, who couldn't help but bend down to pick up her phone, hurriedly straightened up. She desperately tried to endure the gazes that were all over her body and stretched her legs out under the podium.
The next 10 minutes or so were the most miserable time of Hitomi's life. She had to expose her upper body over her soaked shirt next to boys and girls at the age when they were most sensitive to sex. When she bent over, her chest was just at the students' eye level, less than 30 centimeters away. And if she bent forward, the shirt would stick tightly to her back, which meant that from behind, you could clearly see Hitomi's back, which was only covered by a bra strap.
Small giggles continued. The shame of seeing only contemptuous and sexually curious glances instead of the longing looks she once received made Hitomi's cheeks burn.
"P-please don't look! Don't look at your teacher's shameful appearance."
Thinking of finally returning to the podium, Hitomi nervously watched her phone screen. However, Hitomi's wish was dashed again; the screen displayed new instructions.
"Hitomi's fan: Teacher, your breasts are beautiful. White breasts are showing through the pink demi-cup bra.
And, the semi-naked look from behind is also sexy.
But, this is too embarrassing, so let's run away.
Instructions: In this state, leave the classroom now, and then follow the instructions on the paper in the supply box in front of the 3rd floor toilet. Take this cell phone with you too."
The explicit words made Hitomi feel like her face was on fire. But the next, even crueler instructions twisted Hitomi's face even more. The school building of N Middle School was built in an L-shape, with the toilet in the middle, regular classrooms on one side, and audiovisual classrooms and special classrooms on the other side. However, Class 3-1 was at the end of one side. That is to say, to get to the toilet, you have to pass in front of Class 3-2 and Class 3-3. Does that mean she has to walk through the corridor in a nearly naked state?
But now, Hitomi, although she hates it, has no choice but to know. "N-no, it's okay. If I run, it will take less than 20 seconds."
"Okay, next up is the English essay with number 2 printed on it. Begin! The time limit is 10 minutes.
" Hitomi said this, and after confirming that the students were working on the assignment, she immediately took her phone and left the classroom. For a moment, the classroom became noisy and commotion, but after Manami's loud shout, it fell silent again.
"W-Where is anyone?"
Hitomi checked the situation in the corridor and immediately ran. Although her breasts, covered by her bra, were obviously shaking vigorously, she did not slow down and ran to the supply box in front of the toilet in one breath. From here, she could see the other side of the "L". Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor either.
"Th-Great. So, is it in the supply box?"
Hitomi carefully reached into it to feel for the note.
Her fingertips touched something that looked like a piece of paper and immediately picked it up with her fingertips.
"It should be this." Hitomi unfolded the paper.
"Instructions: Take the stand from the supplies box into the girls' restroom. Once inside, report this in the chat room on your phone."
Hitomi placed her hand on the handle of the supplies box and opened it directly, revealing the stand used to retrieve items from higher shelves. Hitomi, for whom even the slightest hesitation could be fatal, grabbed the stand without a second thought and entered the girls' restroom. She then took out her phone and hurriedly typed:
"Hitomi: Entered the restroom as instructed."
In that split second, the screen moved.
"Hitomi's fan: Very good. Next, place the stand in front of the mirror, then stand on the stand, and then
unbutton your shirt to
fully expose your bra. Reflect this image in the mirror, then use your phone's camera to take a picture of your face and upper body. Now! The teacher's phone can multitask, right?
Take the picture while the chat room is open, then return to the chat room screen and click 'up'—that's it!"
Hitomi
trembled violently, finally understanding the culprit's scheme. What a vicious scheme! This was no mere impulsiveness or mischief from a middle school student.
Rather, it was an accidental step into a dark trap.
"Why? Who harbors such resentment towards me?"
Renmei racked her brains, but couldn't figure it out.
"Hitomi: Hey, who are you? If I've done something wrong, I'm willing to apologize.
Can we talk?"
Hitomi frantically sent the message. After all, if a student saw her with her bra showing in the girls' restroom, her life would be over.
However, the perpetrator didn't let go at all. This time, it took ten seconds for the text to appear.
"Hitomi's fan: It's too late now, teacher. Anyway, hurry up and do what I said before.
Take the picture at the largest size so that you can clearly see her face. 7 minutes left!
[Attachment: manami002.jpg]"
The photo of Manami, who had been forced to take off her panties and was asked to hold them, was displayed again.
"Hitomi: I-I understand."
Hitomi typed this and then turned to face the mirror.
"Ah, no!" Hitomi instinctively covered her chest when she saw her breasts, covered by a pink half-cup, through her semi-transparent shirt.
"I...I...am standing in front of the students like this?"
But from this moment on, her fate was to become someone even more shameful.
"So...so shameful."
Hitomi's trembling hands unbuttoned all the buttons on her shirt. Then, she made up her mind and pulled the shirt down. In the full-length mirror in the restroom, Hitomi's upper body, revealing only a half-bra, was reflected.
"For...for Manami. I absolutely have to catch the culprit."
Hitomi, looking at her own grotesque reflection in the mirror, activated her phone's camera. The camera captured Hitomi's face and her breasts covered by the bra perfectly. She focused and pressed the shutter. Along with
the mechanical click, a report appeared that the photo had been successfully captured.
"No...no!" Seeing her upper body, clad only in a bra, clearly displayed on the phone screen, Hitomi couldn't help but scream.
"W-Do I really have to upload this photo to a site where I don't know who's watching?"
Hitomi desperately suppressed her shame as she faced the displayed image.
"For...for Manami."
With trembling hands, she clicked the "up" button, and Hitomi's embarrassing image immediately appeared on the chat screen.
Just then, a boy's "Ohhh!" and a girl's "Aaaaaa!" rang out from somewhere.
"Wh-what?" Almost reflexively, Hitomi jumped off the counter and went into the nearest cubicle. The timing was so perfect that it seemed someone had discovered her. Actually, it was probably just something that had happened in one of the classes. However, just to be on the safe side, after holding her breath, Hitomi opened each cubicle door one by one, making sure no one was there before finally looking at her phone on the sink.
"Hitomi-san's fans: Wow, great, teacher. So this time, roll up your skirt and show your panties!
This time, take pictures of everything from your face to your feet and send them over! Please..."
"W-How could this be?" In contrast to the light tone, the order was extremely cruel, leaving Hitomi speechless. If she approached it with a gentle attitude, she would definitely be targeted no matter what. This time next time, and that time next time.
Part 5
However, as if to suppress Hitomi's chance to retaliate, a new message immediately appeared.
"Hitomi-san's fans: Oh, don't be angry. It's just posing like Manami, surely you can do it, right?
Everyone's admired Hitomi-sensei!"
It sounds like a joke, but you can sense a calmness that sees right through Hitomi, forcing her to obey.
"I absolutely will not listen to any further orders."
After declaring this to someone, Hitomi reluctantly stood on the platform, pulled open her shirt again to reveal her bra, hesitated slightly, and then placed her hands on her skirt. She carefully listened to the sounds in the corridor.
"Don't let anyone come near me. Ah. So embarrassing!"
Seeing her reflection in the mirror, Hitomi's cheeks turned bright red. This is what it looks like in school during class, when you're required to show your bra and panties. The panties and bra are a matching pink set, with a slight black shadow peeking through the adult-looking lace. Then, you have to take a picture of yourself looking like this and upload it to the internet.
"W-Why did it turn out like this?"
Hitomi could only turn on her phone with trembling hands and take a picture of her humiliating appearance. After disgustedly confirming that the photo had been uploaded to the chat room, Hitomi lowered her head in despair.
"Hitomi: Is this...is this okay?"
Hitomi sent a message, typed out of sheer bravado.
Then she waited for about 5 seconds.
"Hitomi-san's fan: Teacher's panties are so cute...So now, pull your panties down to your knees, let them all show, and then take a picture for up!"
"What...what the hell! How far do they want to treat adults like idiots?"
Looking at the screen on her phone, Hitomi's patience reached its limit.
"Okay, if that's how it is, I have my own way of doing it."
After making up her mind, Hitomi immediately buttoned up all the buttons on her shirt and put on her skirt. She rushed out of the bathroom and ran towards Class 3-1.
"Huh?" The moment she reached the corridor, Hitomi saw a boy standing in front of Class 3-1. It was Mikami Takahiro. Seeing his obvious panic, Hitomi's conviction deepened. "I knew it. You're one of the culprits, a group of boys."
"Mikami-kun, wait a minute!" Hitomi called out and immediately sprinted forward. Mikami hurriedly ran into the classroom, and Hitomi arrived a few seconds later.
The students were stunned to see Hitomi forcefully open the classroom door. Hitomi announced,
"Now, all boys, please stand up!"
"W-What's going on, teacher?" "Yeah, where did you go, suddenly running in like that?" "Yeah, letting people see your bra, and then suddenly getting angry and yelling, today's teacher is so strange." "Being so domineering without giving a reason, it's unacceptable." Naturally, the boys booed loudly.
"W-Of course there's a reason. Anyway, please stand up immediately!" Although they muttered complaints like "What the heck...", the boys all stood up because they were defeated by Hitomi's imposing manner.
Hitomi, noticing the boys' gazes fixed on her chest, felt her cheeks flush and hurriedly grabbed her jacket to put it on. She glared at the boys, who let out an "Ahhh" and looked regretful.
"Yesterday, there were women's underwear displayed in the classroom. Everyone knows how disgusting that is, right?
And today, I unexpectedly received an annoying email. Needless to say, using a cell phone in class is against school rules, and it will be confiscated if caught." Seeing the "Oh no!" atmosphere on the faces of the standing boys, Hitomi's certainty intensified.
"Perhaps yesterday's incident and today's email have nothing to do with you all. But as a teacher, and as a woman, I can't ignore such despicable acts against the vulnerable, even without evidence."
Hitomi thought, although it was a weak argument, her passionate words still made sense. After confirming that no one openly objected at the lectern, Hitomi continued.
"Okay, then, all the girls, please help. Check the phones of the boys around you. If they're on, bring them to me." The voices of boys exclaiming "Huh?" and girls saying "Wow, this is fun!" mingled.
"Okay, boys, no touching them. Girls too, only check the power, don't look at the emails!" Hitomi confidently issued the order.
Five minutes later. Of the 18 boys, 10 had their phones taken to the teacher's desk by the girls.
"Honestly, what do you guys take the school rules for?" Hitomi muttered, putting her phone in her handbag and watching the boys watching her nervously.
"Okay, although there are still 15 minutes until the end of class, I hope we can use 30 minutes for a class discussion on the necessity of obeying school rules. Class president, I'll leave it to you. After school, class president, come to my office in the staff room to report the results of the discussion. If you show any remorse, you can take your phone back."
Back in the staff room, Hitomi quickly checked the 10 phones. The check included emails and web browsing history.
"I have to be quick."
Because there were only 30 minutes, she started by checking the emails on the 10 phones. However, they only showed other things; nothing that had coerced Hitomi and Manami.
"That's strange. But if it's web browsing history, we should be able to find the chat room from earlier."
Hitomi selected a phone and accessed the latest web browsing history. This time, she found something interesting. Adult websites, dating sites, underground dating sites. Tired of seeing the unknown side of male middle school students, Hitomi began to feel anxious. As a result, none of the 10 phones had browsed the target chat room.
"W-What's going on? Is one of the remaining 8 people the culprit? But, the culprit would definitely browse it, since they gave me orders and should be waiting for the photo to be sent. Because I suddenly entered the classroom and asked them to stand up, I didn't give them time to operate their phones."
Hitomi was lost in thought when she suddenly noticed a student walking towards her. It was class representative Tamura Koichi. Hitomi listened absentmindedly to Tamura's report, then gave him a brief lecture before returning the phones.
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"W-What should I do? I can't find it."
Hitomi regretted the failure of her assault strategy. Hitomi's unexpected counterattack must have angered the culprit. Even though she wanted to find a way to reconcile, browsing the chat room she had just visited resulted in a "404 not found" error, meaning it had been removed. Replying to yesterday's threatening email only returned the message "This area does not exist."
Helpless, Hitomi trudged heavily towards leaving the staff room when her phone vibrated.
Judging from the vibration pattern, it was an incoming call.
"The culprit!"
Hitomi frantically pulled out her phone, only to find the call had already ended. Checking the call log, the words "Yamamoto Manami's phone" jumped out at her.
"M-Manami?"
The worst-case scenario flashed through her mind, and Hitomi immediately called back. However, all she heard were messages like, "Phone not switched on," and "No signal."
"She should be nearby. I'm so sorry, Manami. I'll definitely save you!"
Hitomi clutched her phone tightly and ran out of the staff room.
But she couldn't find Manami anywhere. She searched the third-year classrooms, the audiovisual room and library, the gymnasium, and the girls' restrooms on every floor. Hitomi ran back and forth across the school, looking for the place where Manami had been coerced, but there was no sign of it anywhere. Had she been taken somewhere off-campus? —In a secluded room somewhere, cruel boys surrounded the naked Manami. Her eyes, which had always shone with intelligence, were now overflowing with tears—the horrific scene flashed through Hitomi's mind, and she shook her head violently.
"P-please, just stop it. Forgive me. It was the teacher's fault."
Hitomi could only plead with the unknown criminals.
However, forced to return to the staff room, Hitomi saw something unexpected. At the door of the staff room, the missing female student, Yamamoto Manami, appeared before her.
"Ms. Yamamoto!" Although feeling both relieved and uneasy, Hitomi greeted her with her brightest voice. Because her head was slightly lowered, Manami's expression was hidden.
"Please, tell me it was just me worrying too much, right? Manami?"
However, Manami, drawn by Hitomi's voice, looked over with teary eyes. In Hitomi's mind, those hateful phantoms seemed to have awakened again.
"T-Teacher." Manami's voice was very soft and weak, making it seem as if her resolute attitude in class today was just an illusion. Manami staggered towards Hitomi, finally collapsing into Hitomi's arms.
"M-Ms. Manami, it's alright!" Fortunately, there were no other students or teachers around. Just in case, Hitomi carried Manami and moved her to the back of the stairs.
"What happened? What happened? It's okay. Don't worry anymore, you can tell me anything." Gently patting her back, Hitomi prayed that the worst hadn't happened.
"Th-Um...Teacher." Manami, desperately holding back her tears, finally spoke.
"Won't you take my situation lightly?"
Hitomi's heart pounded, as if it was about to explode.
Part 6
Hitomi hugged Manami even tighter.
"Why do I say that? Manami is very sincere, has a strong sense of justice, and is courageous. She's an amazing child. I will always stand by Manami's side." Although she said this, Hitomi's regret kept growing. "Back then, if only we hadn't done anything pointless and had just done what the culprit said. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Manami."
Manami let Hitomi hug her for a moment, then pulled away and smiled at Hitomi.
"Teacher, thank you so much. I'm so glad you said that. It's alright now, that's all." Manami said this while nodding and bowing.
"Um, Ms. Manami, did something happen?" Hitomi asked hesitantly. What happened to Manami was mostly just speculation, and it would be unwise to say it aloud. Besides, the existing information was only conjecture. Furthermore, saying that Hitomi had seen the photo showing her underwear might make Manami, who always believed that only the culprit knew the secret, despair. But if she sent Manami back here, wouldn't that just repeat yesterday's failure? Even if it's coercion, getting Manami to reveal the culprit's identity is the best course of action, isn't it? But if revenge leads to something even more cruel for Manami, who will take responsibility? In a few seconds, various thoughts raced through Hitomi's mind. Ultimately, unable to take any action, Hitomi could only watch blankly as Manami ran away.
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That night, on Hitomi's PC at home, she received an email.
"Title: Ah…ah Sender: Teacher's fan "anony"
Target "to": n The middle school student's idol, Hitomi-sama "n.hitomimi@nxx-jh.ad.jp"
Text: Teacher, you're quite bold today. I was really startled because she suddenly rushed into the classroom and yelled.
But, unfortunately. Because I had set it to cut off the power when I turned off my phone, I was saved.
And well, although it's not good, I'll let Manami take responsibility for today.
Eh, what about the photos? They're supposed to be happy things at school tomorrow. "
W-What the hell! Man-Manami." Because there was no link to the chat room today, Hitomi looked at the PC screen and became more and more worried.
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