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“Show me what brought you into my office today.” Dean Volo’s voice is stern, with no indication of anger or disappointment. The glare coming off of his glasses hides any emotion, and he stares at her with neutrality, his arms propped up on his desk and his hands covering his mouth. It was a stark contrast to the Volo she was familiar with, always friendly and welcoming, nowhere near this intimidating.

Akari’s legs shift uncomfortably on the sofa.

“S—Show you?” She asks hesitantly. She’d only ever been in his office once, never for doing anything wrong, so she had no idea what to expect from this. He couldn’t possibly mean what she thinks he mean.

She waits for him to elaborate, to give any reason to doubt her thoughts, but he remains still, unwavering save for the slightest tilt of his head.

“I… Because you—”

“I know why,” Volo cuts her off, leaning back in his chair. His head is held high enough that his eyes look down at her, even with the distance. “ Show me what you were doing in the bathroom today. If you’re so comfortable doing it on school property, here shouldn’t be any different, right?”

Akari sinks in the sofa cushion, nervously picking at her fingers. He had to be trying to humiliate her. It’s already bad enough to be caught touching herself in the school bathroom—by her favorite administrator no less—but to give a demonstration? No, he wouldn’t be that cruel. 

On the walk back to his office, he kept his arm around her shoulder, and she almost thought he would let her go with a simple scolding or maybe some detention. Maybe he just wants to scare her so she’d never do it again. This couldn’t be what he wanted. Yet the slight twinge of his mouth as he waits for her to proceed is almost enough to suspend her disbelief.

“Sir, I’m… I’m sorry, I won’t ever do it ag—”

“Or, if you don’t feel like it, maybe you could try explaining it to your parents.” Volo reaches for the phone on his desk, and Akari’s eyes go wide.

“No!” She shouts. “Please don't, I’ll…!”

Volo halts, then leans back in his chair again and waits. 

Akari bites down on her lip, trying to find any way out of this. She pleads with her eyes, searching for any mercy within him, waiting for him to take it back and assure her he wouldn’t make her do something so degrading. It has to be a trick.

She can’t escape his gaze, and the longer he stares at her the more she can feel her own legs rubbing against each other with uncomfortable friction. Akari doesn’t think she could be any redder than she already is, but the hot embarrassment is overwhelming to the point she almost feels faint. Why did she have to be so stupid and let herself get caught? How did he of all people find her like this?

All of her attempts to think of a way out fall flat. If she denies him and leaves, her parents would be well aware of it before she even made it home to defend herself. The thought of him seeing her do something so depraved is already more than she can handle, but any other outcome would be infinitely worse. 

Maybe if she plays along, Volo will go easy on her. After all, he’s always been kind to her before. 

Taking a deep breath, she sits up straight. With little choice left in the matter, all she can do is hope she’ll satisfy him enough to let her off the hook.

Testing the waters, she carefully begins spreading her legs, scooting up to the edge of the sofa. 

She pauses at every interval, waiting for Volo to stop her. He remains still, watching with a cold face as she slowly lifts up her skirt. The flash of pink from her panties makes her cringe internally. Like this isn’t embarrassing enough!

The sound of students shouting outside startle her, forcing her eyes to the shaded windows. The blinds surrounding the office were partially closed, and unlikely as it was she’d be seen, she stalls. There’s still plenty of students and faculty on campus at this hour. She didn’t know if it's a good thing or not Dean Volo found her rather than anyone else.

Pausing before bringing her hand down any further, Akari sends one last pleading glance to him. Volo raises his brow and smirks, replying with nothing but expectant silence. There’s no getting out of this.

Akari allows herself one last shallow breath to calm herself, though it's unlikely to work with how bad she’s already shaking. 

She pulls her panties to the side, revealing her already swollen lips. If her eyes weren’t shut tight, she’d be able to see the fraction that Volo’s eyes widen. 

Mechanically, she moves her fingers and guides them up and down in what she assumes looks about as unappealing and humiliating as it feels, her noticeable wetness from when she was touching herself earlier making it easier to glide through them at least. Carefully she opens her eyes, finding Volo’s gaze still fixed on her. He’s looking at her face instead of below, and that stare, though fairly neutral, sends an unwanted surge of pleasure through her body.

For him of all people to see her like this… she isn’t sure if she’ll ever recover.

“I was,” she takes a shaky breath, trying to avoid looking at Volo as she speaks but finding herself helplessly drawn in his direction anyway. “...doing this.” 

“Masturbating,” Volo clarifies. The word stings coming out of his mouth. “On school property, no less.”

Akari lifts her hand to defend herself. “I’m sorry, I—”

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” Volo interrupts, and Akari flinches. With an apologetic look she silently returns to what she was doing.

Volo grins, a little more forgiving this time, but with no less authority in his presence. “Good girl.” His praise shoots straight through to her body and she has to hold herself back from outwardly reacting to it. She always loved it when he would praise or compliment her, but with her hand circling her clit, the words were all the more intoxicating.

“It seems you do know how to follow rules when you want to.” Volo stands, stepping around his desk with his hands behind his back as he approaches her. His tall frame eclipses her and she feels even smaller than usual. “So tell me why you thought it was appropriate to do something like this at school, rather than at home?”

“I… My parents—They,” Akari feels tears forming at the corner of her eyes, but she holds them back as best she can, struggling to keep her hands moving as she speaks. “They’re really strict. They never take their eyes off me. I have… no privacy at all.”

“Not really an excuse for touching yourself at school,” Volo hums contemplatively as he leans back against his desk. “I’ll be honest, I was surprised to find you doing something like this. You were always such a sweet girl, Akari.”

“I—I’m sorry. I won't do it ever again, I promise. Please don’t tell them.” Shame forces tears from her eyes, but she keeps going, unable to help how badly her pussy is throbbing. She feels sick, all Volo’s praise and chastising making her feel even hotter. Something is seriously wrong with her.

Volo takes off his glasses revealing a somewhat apologetic look. “You know you can come to me if you’re ever having any troubles, right?” 

Akari glances up at him with concern. “But for something like this…”

“I’m always willing to help you. Even for… sensitive matters such as these.” Volo insists, his eyes much more gentle now, with something subtle underneath them she has a hard time figuring out.

Dean Volo has always been kind to her, going out of his way to assist her with anything she needed. She’s never come to him personally, and certainly never like this, but he always seems to know what's troubling her and just what to do to fix it. It seemed like whenever she had trouble, he’d be just around the corner waiting to help her.

Akari has always been a quiet and shy girl, but with him, she’s never felt the need to hold herself back. Of course, he’s unreasonably handsome, and even without the minor crush she’s been harboring for him, she would always find herself easing up around him, even now.

“R… Really?” Akari whispers.

“I’d like to see what it is that you hoped to accomplish at home. Then maybe no one will need to hear about this, hm?” Volo offers, grinning wide as he sits back down in his chair to watch.

Akari pauses, unsure of what to do. What she hoped to achieve… She couldn’t show Volo that , it was too much. Even though she’s already exposed herself, could she really let Volo watch her go that far?

The added incentive of keeping her little misdemeanor quiet is nice. She could give in, let Volo call her parents and deal with whatever horrific punishment they saw fit. If it were anyone else, she might have considered that. 

But since it’s Dean Volo…

“I—If you’re sure…” Akari says.

“There’s no need to hold back around me.” He assures.

With his words, she manages to calm down enough to continue, refocusing on her movements. The rhythm she finds becomes somewhat soothing, even if the sound of her slick covered hands moving through her pussy is unpleasantly loud in his office. Akari finds herself relaxing the more she moves, soft breaths escaping her lips.

The situation isn’t that out of line with what she had on her mind before he found her. He touched her shoulder earlier in the week; the slight squeeze he gave her before he left becoming the only thing she could think of until she was about ready to burst, sticking her hand down her skirt the second she found an empty bathroom. She wants to tell him this is all his fault, that she would’ve never done this if he hadn’t been so sweet to her, but she’s embarrassed herself enough already.

Akari leans back and watches him, restarting the fantasies she pictured in the bathroom.

The image of him in her mind however is far different than how he looks now, less serious and more akin to the coy smirks she’s used to. Volo towering over her, leaning down to kiss one breast as he teases the other. In the haze that grows the more she plays with herself, she can almost pretend it’s his hand circling her clit, likely with more practiced movement than she could ever pull off herself.

She wondered what his tongue would look like against her pussy, how gorgeous his face would look pressed up against her crotch, his hair falling unceremoniously as she grabs onto it, pulling him in so he can be even just a bit closer to her. How good it would feel to have his lips on hers, his tongue deep inside the places she’s hardly explored on her own. She can’t help the small whine that escapes her, only barely able to stop her hips from bucking against her hand. 

“Don’t be shy. Let me hear those noises you were so willing to make in the bathroom. You were quite eager to let the rest of the remaining faculty hear it, after all.” Volo says. 

Akari’s face scrunches up in embarrassment. Had she really been that loud? The school bathrooms tend to echo, but she kept as quiet as she could. The pitiful look she gives him is met with a more familiar devious grin, humiliation its intent. Pleasure and obedience keeps her hands moving, and the disgust and shame the builds inside her only pushes her hands to move faster. 

She allows the soft, nearly inaudible moans to come out, knowing it likely doesn’t sound as sexy as it should. She’s never done anything like this for anyone—let alone had sex before—so it can’t be anything impressive to an adult like him. She only hopes her inexperience is an attractive feature at least. She has no idea how much Volo wants to see her like this, if he always has, or if this is just to help her release her pent up tension—but now that she has Volo’s eyes on her, she might as well show him everything she’s got.

Akari looks away before spreading her fingers out, presenting herself like a gift for him. There’s no way of knowing how pathetic she looks, but she’s too far gone to care. Volo seems pleased with this, so she continues.

Her soft gasps turn into pitiful whines the longer she rubs against herself, her own inexperience putting a wall between her and the orgasm she’s desperately chasing. No matter how fast her hands move, nothing else happens. Volo is waiting for something, whatever else she should be doing to pleasure herself in front of him, but all she can do is groan and bite her lip in frustration.

“Not enough?” Volo questions, tilting his head to the side regretfully. “Then maybe I can help out a bit.”

Akari startles when Volo stands and circles towards her. She almost closes her legs immediately due to the sudden proximity, but resists. 

Volo uses his knee to push her leg and turn her towards him, splaying her out on the sofa.

Resting his knee on the cushion, he begins unbuckling his belt and reveals the largest cock Akari has ever seen; the only one she’s ever seen in person at all. A new shade of red must be painted on her face with how flushed she is, dazed and nearly lightheaded at the sight of it.

“H—Hold on! I…We can’t—!” Akari scrambles, afraid to push him away as well as afraid to let him continue.

“Relax, Akari. I would never take the virginity of a sweet girl like yourself.” Volo lifts her chin up to meet her eyes. He hovers over her, his position providing her no exit. “I only want to make this a little more pleasurable for you, since you clearly need the help.”

Volo eases down, slowly pulling her panties off and leaving them draped around one of her ankles. It takes everything in Akari to remain still, to trust he isn’t about to do what she thinks he is. Thankfully, instead of completely destroying her, he presses the tip of his cock to her pussy, lightly slapping it a few times. 

“Hands can only do so much, you see. For young ladies like yourself, using something like this feels much better,” Volo thrusts up, the friction of his cock against her shooting straight through her, “Right?”

Akari can’t form a response. Even the gentle touch as he lazily moves up and down is utterly overwhelming and has her stammering. “V—Hah, Dean Volo…”

“That’s right… Feels good, huh?” Volo grins, moving faster and grinding into her up to a pace that has her seeing stars already.

“Y… Yeah. It feels really… really good.” Akari tries, though she’s sure it came out like nothing coherent. She can barely hold herself together under his touch, and her increasing wetness makes it that much easier for him to glide against her with more vigor. 

It’s strange to her how different it felt to just touching herself. Volo was completely wrong. This wasn’t better, it was an entirely different world. It was just what she needed, and like always, Volo was right there to give it to her.

“You don’t have to hold back. Let me hear you, Akari.” The lewd sound of him rutting against her is loud as it is, but that's clearly not enough for him. He isn’t done humiliating her yet. She glances towards the door in her haze. At any moment someone could come in, and she knows Volo didn’t lock the door. If they found her like this, what would they think? And why did a part of her want that to happen?

Hesitantly, she releases the bite on her lip and pathetic sounds begin to slip out of her each time his cock pushes up against her clit.

Volo smirks. “Much more effective, isn’t it? I knew you would understand. Some people like it like this too.” Volo hooks his hands under her legs and presses them together around his cock, her calves resting on his shoulder. 

He grinds through the hole her legs create, a simulation of sex that feels real enough watching Volo slam into her. Akari throbs in immeasurable pleasure. He’s hitting her at just the right angle that has her shaking around him. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to masturbate again after this.

Somewhere in her mind she knows it's wrong. It’s dirty and beyond inappropriate. Someone her age shouldn’t be with someone his age, but all she can think about is how fucking good he looks on top of her. How his hair falls down the more he moves and the low groans he's letting out as he fucks her thighs. She regrets not letting him take her, but her common sense keeps her from suggesting it, or maybe her brain has become so muddied with each thrust that she can’t even form the words to beg him for it.

“V—Volo… Fuck!” Akari brought her hands to her mouth, realizing she swore. She then realizes it’s even sillier for her to care about that considering what they’re doing right now.

Volo chuckled. “My, my. Swearing and masturbating at school. You really need to be taught a lesson, don’t you? What happened to the lovely girl I knew?”

Akari’s head flew back, whimpering loudly. “I’m s—sorry, sir. Please, just… Fuck! It’s so…!” She should be quieter, shouldn’t let herself sound so desperate, but every thrust nearly sends her over the edge. Even if someone walked in right now, she’d beg him to continue.

“Oh, don’t worry. I know what a good student you are,” Volo breathes. “Such a good girl, Hah—You felt as good as I thought you would. So fucking good for me.” Volo’s voice is rough and his words shoot through her like electricity. The image of Volo in a similar position to herself, stroking himself quietly in his office at the thought of being inside her, of touching her like this. Maybe it was all a coincidence, but the fact she was making him feel this way at all had her falling apart.

A knot winds up inside her, a feeling she doesn’t recognize but knows that it’s exactly what she was looking for finally reaching her. It builds up inside, a strange and intense pressure that draws more and more embarrassing noises out of her.

“I—Volo, I think I’m—!” Akari pants, grabbing onto Volo’s arms to steady herself. Volo doesn’t stop, just silently watches her come undone, wordlessly whimpering and begging for release.

“You’re so close…” Volo huffs. “Go on then. Show me what you wanted so badly!” He presses harder into her, pushing her legs to her stomach and grinding rough and fast.

Akari gasps, tears forming at her eyes as the flutter, and her orgasm crashes through her with no control, her legs shaking violently in Volo’s hold. He slows only a fraction, if only due to his inability to remain lined up with her as she convulses. 

Volo backs up, moving one of her legs to his other shoulder and spreading her open again. He thrusts a few more times slowly, until he’s shooting onto her pussy, painting it white with his cum. Akari drinks in the sight of his face as he orgasms, just in case she never has the chance to see it again.

Panting and exhausted, the spinning world begins to steady as her heart beat slows and the ache in her lower half becomes a dull throb. 

Akari finally regains herself when she feels Volo’s hand against her cheek, a fondness she had only dreamed of suddenly a reality. It’s the last thing she should be surprised at after all of that , but somehow this shocks her the most. 

“There. Better?” Volo smiles with his eyes, his hand lifting up her chin to meet him.

Akari nods, short of breath, but thankful for the grounding presence Volo provides.

“Good. I’d say you’ve about learned your lesson. But just in case,” Volo pulls her leg towards him and grabs her panties. Carefully, he glides them back up her legs and pulls them back around her. His cum smears against the pink fabric, mixing with her slick and bleeding through, leaving a sticky mess on her crotch. 

“A little reminder to bring home. Don’t forget what we discussed today, okay?” Volo pats her pussy a few times.

Akari frowns looking at it. She had to walk home. If any of it slips out she’d be in big trouble, but the thought of sending her home like this has her excited. She almost didn’t want to shower, maybe keeping them on all night.

“Th—Thank you, sir,” Akari breathes, “I really appreciate all of your help…”

Volo grins, returning to his desk and putting his glasses back on.. “No, it was you who helped me. I’ll be sure to let your parents know what a good helper you were today.”

Akari blanches. “What? B… But you said—”

Volo chuckles. “Come on, Akari. Don’t be so humble! After all, you helped me greatly with the preparations for the school fair next week.”

Akari sits up, looking at him curiously. “I… Huh?”

Volo dips his head, looking over the top of his glasses with a raised brow. Akari continues staring at him in confusion until she realizes.

“Oh! R—Right!” Akari stands, albeit shakily, quickly and haphazardly returning her clothes to their original positions and making herself look as presentable as she can given what she just experienced. “It… it was nothing! I’m always happy to help!” She laughs awkwardly.

Volo nods understandingly and says nothing more, casually returning to the papers on his desk like nothing had just happened. Hundreds of questions come to her mind, but she knows better than to pry now.

Picking up her bag, she hobbles to the door. 

Still, as her hand touches the door handle, she hesitates. She knows he expects her to head home now that she’s gotten her ‘punishment’, but…

“Uh, Dean Volo?” Akari calls out before she can stop herself.

He tips his glasses down, looking at her with fondness. “Yes?”

“I’d… be glad to stay after school and help out more often. If you want.” Akari says, just above a whisper. A part of her regrets it, but Volo eases her fears the moment after he pauses, a bright smirk on his face.

“Well then, I look forward to it.” Volo says, then winks at her. 

Akari grins ear to ear, and she waves goodbye, skipping out of his office in virtually the opposite state she entered.