There were only sixteen minutes left until recess was over and Renji was starting to place the dots.
He hid behind the edge of the corridor wall and waited for Miss Haruka to come out of the staff room. Once she did, a smile formed on his face.
He watched her fat ass wiggle behind her, even with that tight teacher skirt holding it firm. She headed down the corridor.
Renji followed.
His theory was simple.
'If that vibrator was out like that, it means she's planning to use it soon, right here in school. And that's completely against the rules. Hmm... so that's what her 20 minute bathroom break has been about?'
'Masturbation me-time?!'
'Who knew Miss Haruka was a closeted pervert! She can't even help but bring a vibrator to school to satisfy her horniness.' His grin widened. 'This is my ticket in.'
He continued to follow her discreetly as she headed to the staff toilet.
At times she would look over her shoulder and he would quickly hide behind a wall, catching a glimpse of her guilt-filled and excited face.
Once she arrived at the toilet, she slipped inside and closed the door.
Inside the big, fancy toilet, Haruka hurried to one of the stalls, her pussy already wet from the day's stress.
Her nipples were hard under her blouse, her face flushed as she hiked up her skirt, her giant tits heaving with each breath.
'Finally, a break,' she thought, her expression softening into anticipation. 'These annoying students want to run me completely mad. I have to let go of stress right away!'
Her lips parted in a sigh as her fingers brushed her lacy panties. She reached for her purse, ready to pull out the pink vibrator and buzz away her frustrations.
Usually, with her eyes closing as she whimpered needily, she would imagine a thick cock pounding her while playing with her pussy.
But today, her imagination was disrupted by sudden fear.
Where the hell was her vibrator?
She suddenly sat up, her face drained of color, her eyes widening in horror.
"Where the fuck is it?!" she whispered, panic flooding her expression, her brows furrowing as she dumped out the contents of her purse, hands shaking.
"My vibrator… did I drop it? Oh god, if a student finds it, I'm ruined! The principal will call it a scandal—'Pervert Teacher Haruka with a sex toy!' Parents will flip, the school board will drag me in, and I'll be on the news as the horny teacher jerking off at work!"
She let out a hysterical cry, her face twisting in terror, her giant tits jiggling as she paced the small space.
"What if it's buzzing in the lost and found right now? Oh no! My career could be over." She searched frantically, her cheeks burning, panties damp with fear-sweat, her bra slipping as she bent over, spilling her boobs further.
Despite the fear, she was still dreadfully horny, but both problems needed the vibrator being found to solve them.
"Where is it! Where is it!"
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Haruka spun in shock. "Hey! Someone is he—"
She froze, her face losing all of its color as her hands flew to hide her giant boobs which were spilling out of her bra.
It was Renji Kenshiro. He had just slipped into the toilet, locking it behind him.
But what was even more worrisome was that expression on his face. He looked like a cartoon villain, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
"Renji Kenshiro! What are you doing in here?!" she demanded, her voice sharp but cracking with panic, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushing red as she tried to pull her skirt down.
Renji's grin widened, his expression predatory, his cock hardening at her disheveled state. But he did well to keep his cool.
"Looking for something, Miss Haruka?"
First she was confused, but in a second, she understood instantly as her eyes widened. "You! You took it, you little bastard!"
Renji grinned. "Way to go, Sherla Holmes!"
Haruka's face went from shock to fury in a split second, her stern features twisting into a mask of panic and anger.
"You little creep! First you barge in here and then you admit you stole my personal item?!" she snapped, her voice sharp as a whip, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.
She wanted to lunge at him, but her bra slipped even more and so she held back. "Give it back, Renji! Now!"
Renji strained against his stubborn cock, pressing it down. The sight of those boobs were too enthralling but he had to focus.
"No, Miss! I... I can't give it to you. Not yet." He said, his face heating up as he tried to find the courage.
Even though he was angry, Renji was still a nerd, and he'd never blackmailed someone before.
'Shit, she's scary when she's mad. But I have to do this. For the Note... for revenge.'
He took a deep breath, his legs feeling like jelly, but he forced the words out. "If you don't listen, I'll... I'll show it to the principal. Or post it online with your name. Everyone will know Miss Haruka brings a sex toy to school. You'll be fired, mocked, ruined!"
Haruka froze, her hand hovering in the air, her expression shifting from rage to wide-eyed horror, her lips parting in a gasp. "You wouldn't dare, you pathetic boy! That's... that's blackmail!"
She laughed nervously, her voice high-pitched and comedic in its desperation, her giant boobs jiggling as she backed up against the sink, her skirt riding up further to flash more of her lacy panties.
"Do you know what happens to students who threaten teachers? You'll be expelled! Arrested! Your life over before it starts!"
Renji swallowed hard, his face turning even redder, his nerves making him fidget, but he found a spark of courage, thinking of Kaito's bullying and Haruka's earlier insult.
He knew then that this was a game, and none of what she said was going to happen. If he was ever reported for blackmailing, she would go down too!
She was the one bringing a sex toy into a school and masturbating in the staff toilet! She was the degenerate, not him!
"I don't care, Miss Haruka," he retorted. "I'm going to do it. Unless... unless you tutor me."
Haruka grimaced. "What? Is that what this is all about?! Fine! I'll tutor you then. An hour tutoring after school every day for a week!"
"An hour tutoring after school?" Renji stared at her. "That is nowhere near enough, Miss Haruka. I want Home lessons. At your house. I need to catch up, for real."
"What?! At my house! Why would you want to do it at my house, you disobedient bastard?!"
"Because if it's at my house I wouldn't concentrate. I need to be in a different environment."
"So why not a cafe or a library?!"
"No! I want your house?!"
"Why?! What are you up to, you creep?!"
"I've told you my demands, Miss Haruka! Tutoring at your house for a week! If you don't agree, I'll let the authorities and everyone know you're a pervert bringing this to school. The parents will freak, the school board will fire you, and you'll be the 'Sex Toy Teacher' meme forever!"
Haruka's face paled in disbelief, her stern expression cracking into panic, her glasses fogging slightly as she hyperventilated.
"You... you sneaky little bastard! Why are you so desperate for tutoring anyway? What's your game, Renji Kenshiro? This isn't about grades—you're up to something!"
Renji didn't say anything and she groaned bitterly, knowing there was no other way for her. She had to accept the terms of her most hated student.
"Fine! Fine, you win this round. Home lessons at my house. But if you breathe a word of this, I'll make your life hell!"
Renji's eyes widened, his nervous grin breaking through, his face still flushed. "R-Really? Thanks, Miss Haruka! Meet me at the old park bench behind the school after classes."
He gave her a more serious glare. "And... no funny business from you either. You don't want everyone to know that you're a secret slut."
With his heart racing, he backed out of the toilet, his nerdy awkwardness making him trip slightly on the threshold before disappearing out the door.
Haruka glared after him, still covering her breasts.
"I'm not a secret slut!" she yelled back.