The girl you caught staring at you from across the street last Tuesday is, today, standing in front of the class struggling to cut her nipples with a blunt scissors. She has pretty nipples.

She has pretty nipples.

Save the nipples.

You have to save the nipples.

Pretty nipples.

You feel your legs warming up to lift your body. The brain is already preparing them for a walk even though you have not yet figured out what you would do when you have walked up to the girl.

Woman.

She is woman.

The woman you caught staring at you from across the street last Tuesday is, today, standing in front of the class struggling to cut her nipples with a blunt scissors.

Her left nipple.

She has gone deep enough to start a trickle of blood dripping to the floor.

You're trying to swivel your head to see.

To see if anyone else is appalled. It is a class surely so there must be class attenders.

What are you even thinking?

Where is your leg? You cannot feel your legs anymore.

The warm up you thought was happening to your legs is in fact happening to your penis.

It is not the warm up you thought it was.

It is the heat and the sudden hardness between your legs and that is even more frightening to you than the absence of feeling in your legs.

Blood continues to trickle and drip.

Blood continues to rush to the tip.

Now you have a very obvious erection.

Not that it can be seen, your classmates are NPCs.

But so obvious that it is heavily dawning on you how turned on the scene in front of the class is making you be.

She has pretty nipples.

She has pretty —

Don't save the nipples.

You don't have to save her nipples.

You don't want to save them.

Pretty nipples.

Prettier blood.

Leave her to cut. Your penis loves to watch it.

Someone is shaking you awake now.