A/N: I really don't know what to say, guys, besides that I'm sorry. Life has just been- Ugh. And college? Double that. But I don't want to just ramble on about that, and bore you with the details. Have you forgotten about this? x.x

Elizabeth was thoroughly rewarded. The term was arguable, however, seeming as she would be left to limp for the remainder of the week. She had garnered a lot of extra attention to the sudden change in her gait, but when questioned about it, she merely turned scarlet, and refused to elaborate further on the strange happening.

She was not alone either, for Satellizer and Rana reacted similarly to their limps when they were interrogated about the occurrence. It was a rather strange phenomenon, and one that would only increase with regards to the number of people involved in the incidents. This, of course, could not be foretold by the regular student body, but among the theories developed, some were more absurd than others. And as always, gossip spread quickly, and was harder to extirpate tan the rodents that had spread plagues. This was a fundamental part of school, however, for it was deep-rooted, no matter how unwelcome.

This was easy to observe as an outsider, but unfortunately, Yumi-sensei, was wrapped in the same troubles, if not stuck entirely in the spider web of it all, completely immobilized. Ever since that day, she had thought of nothing but Kazuya. This was a new experience for her, to have someone infiltrate her thoughts so thoroughly, that it felt blasphemous not to sing hymns of his gloriousness. It was also difficult to say his name, for she also felt vaguely unworthy of it, and feared her lips would besmirch the name.

Ultimately, she just wanted to be with him so whole-heartedly, that every second without him only seemed to fuel her lust for him. The idea was totally absurd, and yet, wholly undeniable. Even though she really only taught him the one class, she was dreading and welcoming it, for she knew he wouldn't be there, and would need to have some means of giving him the notes after class. The principal had mandated that specific students did not fall behind on their studies, whatever may come.

As was the case yesterday, she drifted through the day, the events blurring in her mind's eye, and the school day came to an end. Her last class had been third years, so she herself witnessed Elizabeth's strangle waddling limp in her quick retreat from the classroom, triggering an unwelcome deluge of ideas and fantasies. This left a rather vapid expression on her face, leaving her blind to the single student still loitering in her class, before slipping off suspiciously to the side of the room.

No sooner had this happened, did the lights immediately shut off in the room, leaving only glaring 'exit' signs next to the doors. Artificial lights filtered into the room through the spaces in between the doors, and a rustle of cloth could be heard.

This jolted Kim from her thoughts of Kazuya as a soft gasp flew past her lips. "Who is it!?" She demanded of the deafening silence.

A throaty, questionable laugh reached her ears. It sounded incredibly sadistic, a shiver shooting up her spine, the feeling of excitement intermingling with slight fear and confusion. Who could it possibly be? The voice definitely belonged to a female, and the voice originated from somewhere to her left, but that was all she could make out.

Heels clicked against the smooth floor tiles, approaching her like a prowling lion in the savannas, until the figure blocked out the light from the incoming doors. That was when she finally noticed how incredibly close her assailant was. She stiffened imperceptibly when the voice reached her ears once more: "It's a shame you were in such a daze. It was all too easy, but I understand where it's coming from, for I have the same... condition." She said delicately. "It's about Kazuya, after all."

The instant she said his name, the heat rose to her cheeks once more, and a tight coiling sensation invaded her stomach. Not only did she utter the name, but she too sounded... longing when she said it. A desperate, needy air laced through her words, lancing straight through her rational thoughts. Kim Yumi wanted him bad, and she wanted him now. She had no doubt that the girl beside her desired the same thing, for she sounded every bit as lustful as she felt, so she couldn't even find it in herself to feel remotely jealous that they were vying for the same boy.

"What is it you need?" Yumi-sensei asked, conceding to the un-named girl.

The crack of a whip caused her to stumble back a step or two before hitting the back wall.

"Wonderful, I knew you would cooperate. Here's how it will go..."

"I was told to bring you here." The nurse defended, a roseate hue painting her cheeks as she pushed the wheelchair occupant along the empty hall ways.

Kazuya heaved a sigh, light ocean blue eyes staring ahead as he approached the classroom. He had hoped that being in the hospital would allow him to skip at a least a day or two's worth of homework, but it would seem that Yumi-sensei had plans otherwise. And this was not to mention that he had been nearly strapped down to the wheelchair by the oddly flustered nurse. He had passed out yesterday, according the nurse now, and so had decided that it would be safer for him to traverse the short distance in a wheelchair. Luckily, the hall-ways were already nearly empty, saving him some shred of his pride.

To be honest, the day was still a bit of a blur to him, and every time he thought too hard about it in an effort to remember, a lancing pain pierced his left side. He recalled the drill the Yumi-sensei had him participating in, the following events, and up until Satellizer and Rana had appeared at his bedside in the hospital. They were rather... intimate, if his memory served him correctly.

The thought of it coloured his cheeks in embarrassment. He couldn't believe what over-came him! He felt as if some spark had been ignited, and the only way to quell the flame, afterwards, was to ravage them...

He was jolted from his thoughts when the nurse stopped bumbling about hearing odd noises all afternoon yesterday, and pushed open the door for him, quickly shoving him inside and locking the door after him.

"Hey!" He protested immediately, heart racing against his ribcage, like a wild stallion. He was about to finish the thought when he realized his voice echoed eerily around the room. Instead of craning his neck to try and catch a glimpse of the runaway nurse, he faced forwards once more, and his jaw nearly dislocated, hanging as he gaped at the sight before him.

Candles were strewn about, sparsely lighting up a small part of the teacher's podium. Two figures were in the roughly made ring of light, and it took a few moments for his eyes to adjust, pupils rapidly dilating.

One was clad in a russet-toned corset, tightened around the waist, the top leaving little to the imagination, as it exposed a slender neck and collar bone, as well as a generous chest. This gave way to shapely hips, and long, lithe legs paired with lacy black panties. She wore an elaborate, matching, black mask, and in her right hand was a whip, prompting a shiver to shoot up his spine. He had no doubt in his mind that whoever held it, enjoyed using it.

The other was trembling on the floor, and upon closer inspection, could barely be considered clothed. Her white blouse was thoroughly ruffled, forcefully opened, which exposed her emerald green brassiere. Her skirt was pushed up to pool around the waist, revealing soaked panties. She had a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin, her cheeks were ablaze, and large red whip markings criss-crossed her chest and groin region. Kazuya did dare to look to her rear-end, presuming the same markings to be sported. Her chest was heaving up and down from an increased breathing rate, and she was sliding down the wall she had been propped up on.

"So!" The rather frightening looking aggressor greeted him in a sultry tone as she dropped to her knees in front of the other. "You've finally shown up, Kazuya" She whispered his name, like it was an aphrodisiac of some sort.

A sharp inhale and trembling moan broke through his stupor, the vacuous stare now over-taken by a flustered one. The blood went straight south to his member at her words, a strange stirring in his chest causing him to flinch.

"W-What do you think you're doing to Yumi-sensei?!" He demanded in a shaky tone as he watched the younger girl straddle the older and pin her to the wall.

"Why, whatever is the matter? Don't you want to join us?" She purred, voice ghosting over his skin like velvet cloth. She leaned down to plant a kiss on Kim's chest, a soft moan flying past her lips.

Yes! bellowed the voice in Kazuya's head, startling him immensely. He recognized the voice, but just couldn't quite place it. A small part of his consciousness questioned his motive, but it was quickly silenced by the harsh voice in his head.

He was blushing furiously, mouth opening and closing like a flopping goldfish, no effectual words emitted. He stumbled forwards towards the duo when the younger slid a finger against Yumi's swollen lips, her fluids starting to coat her finger. "W-Wait!" He cried desperately, his thoughts frantic, colliding against each other, creating utter chaos.

Kazuya was sure he'd already pitched a noticeable tent in his hospital gown, peeling it away from sticking to his chest. It was shameful, yes, to see his teacher like that, but he could not deny the fact that she looked all the more desirable in that state.

He could see her now. The student was Arnett, and she seemed to relent, straightening herself. Her flushed cheeks complimented the mischievous and lustful glint in her eyes, sending him into a downright frenzy.

"Only if you do the honours." She offered.

When Kazuya stumbled forwards and stopped a feet off from Kim, Arnett cracked the whip against the floor with a sadistic grin.

"What are you hesitating for? Surely you wouldn't deny a woman, would you?"

She was appealing to his need to please others, and he knew it, but that didn't make it any easier to refuse her. His morals nudged him, but was nothing as compared to feeling throttled by his libido. Yumi-sensei looked so incredibly sensual that he just wanted to push her against the wall, and do unspeakable things to her, protocol be damned! This was by far the easier option of the two.

Kazuya lurched forwards, closing the gap between them before dropping onto his hands and knees, one knee between her legs and one just left of her outer leg. His hands braced him against the floor and he leaned in to Kim's blushing visage, whispering that he was sorry before planting his lips against hers.

They're so soft! He exclaimed mentally, his lips trembling against hers. The instant he came in contact with her, she released a wonderfully drawn out moan, a fog settling over his thoughts like a shroud. She was quite eager for the kiss, for her tongue flicked out immediately, teasing his lower lip. When he gasped in surprise and pleasure, she took the opening and quickly slid in his mouth.

That was the tipping point for him, as his eyes fluttered shut, and he fell unconscious.

Kim Yumi wanted to give a yelp, but her mouth was otherwise occupied. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind, did Kazuya suddenly awake once more. An odd feeling of helplessness settled over her, and the tempo of the kiss drastically changed. Kazuya was suddenly seizing the initiative, who's tongue battled back with unknown aggressiveness and skill. She fought the urge to moan once again and when his eyes opened, they were no longer the same crystal clear blue, but were a dark, stormy, navy blue, bordering on black, a sinister glint in his eyes.

She jerked back, forcefully withdrawing her tongue, but to no avail for escape, for she was still trapped within the tangle of limbs. He smirked at her, like a hidden monster of the night, waiting to ravage the prey, and so was startled when he laughed. It sounded like a cackle to her, but she was frozen to the spot, regardless, immobilized by fear, and oddly... arousal.

"Wonderful!" Kazuya bellowed, voice slightly lower in baritone. This look-alike was every bit the Kazuya of before, and yet, so vastly different.

A soft gasp, mixed with a moan reached their ears, causing Kazuya to shuffle, and Kim to try and see around Kazuya.

Arnett was on the floor, skirt riding around her waist, her panties pushed to her knees as she sat in a revealing position one hand still on the whip, and the other buried deep within her groins, making it obvious as to what she was doing, since her face was flushed. She was half-expecting him to snap, and finally, she'd done it. She had no idea why she knew this would happen, though.

"Arnett! You set this up, didn't you?" The gruff voice tickled her skin, and she barely managed a no, hand never stopping. "Good." He said, rising form his position on the floor to loom over her. "You both shall be repaid." he added in a sickeningly sweet and sultry tone.

He grabbed her roughly by the face, forcing her to stand before just about smashing their lips together, in a desperate, heated, tongue tango. Of course, Arnett expected the win, but was completely overwhelmed by Kazuya, much to her surprise, who claimed the victory, sliding into her mouth, tasting and teasing her tongue.

When the two broke apart for air, Arnett was greeted by dark blue orbs, and a confident smirk. It was a little odd on Kazuya's face, for she'd never seen him make such an expression before, but it was strangely appealing, her hand long forgotten.

"Hnn." Kazuya seemed to sneer before wrenching the whip from her slackened grip, her eyes shooting open as he tugged her form towards Yumi-sensei's. "Take your clothes off." He ordered, cracking his whip against the floor to hasten their pace, so that it was practically a mad dash quickly removed all articles of clothing.

The clothing was haphazardly tossed into a makeshift pile off to the side and Kazuya laughed once more. "Perfect. Now I want you to lie on top of Kim, chest-to-chest." Arnett scrambled on top of her, letting gravity push their generous bosoms together, setting their skin ablaze from the intimate contact.

Kazuya released the whip, letting it drop with a dull thud before ripping off his hospital gown, completely exposing himself. The two were instantly enthralled by the erect member, wanton desire over-taking their features as he knelt before them.

The perked tips of their chests dragged sensually across the skin as he shifted them, grabbing a hold of Arnett's slender waist, aligning his throbbing member to her sopping wet entrance. And without so much as a warning, he sheathed himself completely in one thrust, breaking through the resistance.

A loud yelp sliced through the air, and Arnett's eyes slammed shut as she grimaced above Yumi-sensei. The elder wanted to console her, but she was quite a mess herself, and when she felt something against her core, she had no time to react before he did the same to her. She grit her teeth to bear the pain, a soft whimper escaping her lips, as Arnett panted a bit on top of her.

Of course, this Kazuya gave them no reprieve, starting his thrusts to try and find a rhythm, switching every so often between the two. Soon, the pain gave way to pleasure, and Arnett's lips found hers, as the two were thoroughly violate by Kazuya, climaxing countless times. They were completely at the mercy of Kazuya, who dominated the two as if it were only natural for him to do so, and the innocent schoolboy disposition was only a mask that he wore.

They continued well into the day until the city was dipped into inky darkness. Not once did Kazuya show fatigue, or miss a beat, but when he finished with them, the two collapsed in a useless heap on the floor in a tangle of limbs.

Kazuya disappeared from the room, leaving them in the same euphoric stupor as before.

Arnett had discovered a new and submissive side to her, as she too would be limping for the remainder of the week, and perhaps into the next. And, Kim Yumi would be absent from teaching for a while, for when she returned, she would not be fit to teach Kazuya's class again. Undoubtedly, he would be getting an 'A+' in the class.

A/N: Thanks for the read, and I hope to hear from you all once again.