Class 3-B
Zane and Beatrice had different seats, so they couldn't sit together like they used to last year.
However, it didn't matter much, since they could still spend time together in the club rooms after school or visit each other's houses.
Today was just another typical day at school.
But after lunch, Beatrice overheard something that made her frown.
Takuto, the most notorious student in school, was bragging about how he confessed to Aubrey, and that she actually agreed to meet him after school.
"So? What are you gonna do?"
One of his lackeys asked.
"Of course I'm gonna suck her lips. I bet she hasn't kissed anyone yet... hahaha…"
"Boss… um… after you're done with her…"
The lackey looked embarrassed and hesitated.
"Hey, let me taste her first. After I get bored, she's all yours to play with."
Beatrice was frowning deeply. Her seat was close to Takuto's, and he wasn't even trying to keep his voice down.
She could clearly hear everything, and what she didn't understand was how Aubrey could have agreed.
Beatrice had never talked to her before, but she knew Aubrey wasn't the type to go along with someone like Takuto.
Or maybe Aubrey didn't know who Takuto was at all. Maybe she didn't know his reputation. But even then—why would she accept a confession from a complete stranger?
Beatrice glanced back and saw Zane writing something down as the teacher explained the lesson.
Class was still ongoing, and she couldn't talk to Zane about it now. Besides, after class, he had duties as the class monitor.
I have to stop Aubrey, Beatrice thought, deciding to go to Aubrey's class and come up with some excuse to take her away.
But how do I stop her from meeting Takuto? Beatrice wondered.
She understood one thing about Aubrey: she was a stupid rebellious girl who didn't listen to her family, but listened to everything her friends said.
Beatrice wasn't her family, but after repeatedly visiting them, staying overnight, and having dinner with them, she had grown close. She knew Aubrey wouldn't listen to her either.
The only way was to let Aubrey realize Takuto's true nature on her own. Beatrice needed a plan.
But for now, she had to make sure Aubrey didn't meet Takuto after class.
"Beatrice."
"Beatrice."
Beatrice's name echoed through the classroom, snapping her out of her thoughts. The middle-aged teacher's eyes were already fixed on her.
"Y-yes, teacher," Beatrice stammered, rising from her seat, her cheeks flushing as everyone turned their eyes to her.
Her school uniform, white blouse and pleated skirt, clung to her frame as she stood, showing the soft curves she often tried to downplay.
"What were you thinking about?" The teacher asked as his eyes were looking at her mature body.
"Nothing," She replied quickly, her voice was soft and low. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, tugging it down as if it could shield her from his stare.
After a pause, he gestured to the blackboard, his eyes never leaving her. "Come here and solve this equation."
Beatrice glanced at the board, then back at him, a quiet sigh escaping her lips. Again? she thought, her stomach twisting.
The equation was complex, tough for her. If not because of Zane's late-night tutoring sessions, she wouldn't even understand this equation.
Recently, the teacher was asking students to came and solve the equation, if anyone couldn't do it, he would call them in his office after school.
Beatrice stepped forward, her shoes clicking softly against the polished floor.
She approached the board and grabbed the chalk.
Beatrice was shorter than most, and the equation was scrawled high, forcing her to stretch.
Rising onto the tips of her toes, she reached up, her arm extending gracefully. The movement pulled her blouse stretched across her chest, the thin fabric molding to her full, rounded breast.
The buttons strained ever so slightly, outlining her curves in a way that made her feel exposed. Her waist, delicately tapered, flared into the gentle swell of her hips, the pleated skirt swaying just above her knees as she balanced.
She didn't notice how she looked, full of seductive, and beautiful.
But he did. The teacher's gaze wasn't on the equation—it hadn't been for some time. His eyes traced the line of her body, lingering where the shirt hugged her breast most.
Beatrice also felt it. She knew she attracted attention and she was used to it but she felt more afraid of this teacher's gaze.
The grip on the chalk tightened, as she forced herself to focus on the numbers.
I should start learning martial arts, she thought. She imagined herself stronger, untouchable, free from the creeping uneasiness this man stirred in her.
She began to write, her hand trembling slightly as she worked through the equation. The chalk scratched against the board.
Behind her, the teacher shifted, stepping closer, too close. She could feel the warmth of his presence at her back, the faint brush of his breath against her neck as he leaned in, pretending to inspect her work.
"Not bad," he murmured, his voice low.
Beatrice swallowed hard, stepping to the side to get away. Her heart pounded as she scribbled the next line of the equation, her movements quicker now, desperate to finish and went back to her desk.
The teacher chuckled softly.
She pressed her lips into a tight line and kept writing, her movements jerky now, the chalk nearly snapping in her grip.
Just finish it, she told herself. Get back to your seat.
"Very good," he said at last, as she scrawled the final answer, "You may sit."
Beatrice didn't hesitate. She dropped the chalk into the tray and hurried back to her desk, her cheeks burning, her heart hammering. She sank into her seat.
Beatrice noticed that the growth of breast were getting faster, and she understood that as she would grow, more things might happen.
She needed to learn to protect herself. She must learn basic fighting skills.
However, first take Aubrey away.