5.14 – Excursion Noticed


    Natalie had made quite a mess. Not just her sloppy throat-fucking of Camille, or when she''d violently rubbed Camille''s saliva around her face and further ruined her makeup, but also the pool of cum that had covered Camille''s uniform when the illusion had disappeared. Seeing how they needed to return to ss, that wasn''t great for staying inconspicuous.


    Fortunately, Natalie had some fantastic loot from yesterday to help: the cleaning liquid. It could only do so much for ruined make-up, obviously, but when it came to scrubbing away cum stains and whatever those secretions from Camille''s vines had been, it was a miracle cure. After rubbing their clothes dry with paper towels and waiting for the cleaning liquid to fade naturally—and it seemed to dry in clothing much faster, rather than leaving an oily residue like it did when applied on skin—they even managed to be presentable before ss ended. They returned to the sparring courtyard shortly.


    Which wasn''t to say that their indiscretionary excursion had gone unnoticed. Instructor Robin''s silver eyes locked on the two of them as soon as they walked in. Her expression stayed neutral, no implication or suspicion on her face, but nheless, Natalie had to repress a flush as silver eyes tracked her around, making a point of noticing her absence. Natalie tried to act normal. Did she know what they''d been up to? Or have suspicions? More importantly, would she say anything about it?


    Even worse, the older woman''s attention lingered on Natalie through the rest of the ss. And Natalie found the answer to her question after the bell rang: the tall Theliosian woman—white hair like Sofia''s—waved Natalie over for a word as everyone, including Camille, filtered away. Camille hesitated as she saw Natalie being confronted, shrugged, and mouthed ''good luck'' before she went. Jordan likewise spared her an amused look, though her general expression said more along the lines of, ''you get what you deserve'', than anything.


    Natalie wondered if her behavior had finally caught up with her. Why else would Instructor Robin pull her to the side? The instructor didn''t hasten to exin, either: she simply studied Natalie, arms crossed as she considered—well, who knew what?


    "So, uh," Natalie said, unable to suffer through the awkward silence. "Is there anything I can do for you, ma''am?"


    Cool silver eyes flicked up and down Natalie, and a prim eyebrow arched nearly mockingly. From what Natalie had seen of Instructor Robin, the woman was a stalwart professional, brokering no inefficiency and, while not exactly <em>stony</em>, definitely not a woman who could be described as ''warm and friendly'' in any capacity. Along with holding great respect for her—as Natalie did mostbat instructors at T, considering the reputation required to even earn a spot at the prestigious academy—Natalie quite liked the woman. Which was probably why her cheeks were ming at potentially being caught, and also at how she had chosen to y dumb in front of her. Maybe honesty would be better. Or at least more respectful, not insulting the Instructor''s intelligence.


    "We do, unfortunately, need to have this discussion," Instructor Robin said, uncrossing her arms. "As my student, your well-being is my concern. I''ve seen too many promising young men and women have their careers stifled through imprudent decisions. And from what I''ve seen of you in ss, Natalie, you are exceptional in <em>both </em>those regards. Your potential, <em>and </em>your tendency toward rashness."


    "Uh," Natalie said. "Thank you?"


    "Tell me. You <em>have </em>at least been using protection?"


    Protection?


    Natalie''s brain short-circuited. She had expected a scolding, but—she was being asked if she''d used <em>protection?</em>


    "S-Sorry?"


    "Condoms, Natalie," Instructor Robin said. "If you''re so unwisely skipping my instruction time to indulge in fleeting temptations, then you''re doing so with the minimum amount of forethought, I hope. As I said—you''re my student, so it <em>is </em>my concern."


    Natalie''s mouth opened and closed as she floundered for a response. Beyond the mortification of this conversation <em>in general</em>, the words indicated that Instructor Robin knew about—well, her cock. And how? Was her skirt hiding less than she thought? Maybe that was fair, especially in abat situation, with Instructor Robin analyzing her. But so were the rest of her ssmates. Did that mean everyone knew, by this point? Maybe hoping it remained a secret had been too hopeful.


    "What?" Natalie stuttered out, reflexively choosing to keep ying dumb. "Oh, no. It''s not like that. Me and Camille, actually— we were just— we were—"


    Instructor Robin''s expression was so distinctly unimpressed that her denial quickly dried up. Her face burned even hotter.


    "We aren''t risking anything," she muttered, not meeting the older woman''s gaze. "So, yeah. Nothing to worry about."


    Though not thanks to <em>condoms</em>, specifically.


    "That''s one relief," Instructor Robin said, unperturbed at the awkward topic. "Regardless, allowing yourself to be distracted so easily is concerning, especially given how much promise you show. I''ve been impressed with your growth over thest few weeks, Natalie, and this time in your life is critical. It would be unfortunate if you were to let it slip away for what <em>are</em>, ultimately, fleeting distractions, no matter how enticing they feel in the moment."


    Well, actually, Natalie''s ss <em>required</em> her to getid. So, Instructor Robin wasn''t wholly correct in giving her this lecture. If admittedly there were better times to be sneaking off with Camille than duringbat instructions. At the very least, Natalie should be skipping <em>academics</em>—that part didn''t matter nearly as much as Instructor Robin''s ss.


    "I''ll keep that in mind," Natalie said. "S-Sorry."


    She felt like she might die on the spot. Of any figure of authority, Instructor Robin might be the person she least wanted to be confronted by. It was just—well, unbelievably mortifying. More than it maybe should be.


    Though why Robin specifically? Natalie knew the answer, even if she shied away from it: because she was hot, an experienced delver and so someone she respected, and also, kind of intimidating. Not that Natalie was <em>crushing</em> on herbat instructor, but—okay, actually, yes, maybe a little bit.


    Instructor Robin hummed in disapproval. "Please do. I only want what''s best for you. Though, I won''t bbor the point. You''ve heard what I have to say."


    She stepped forward, abruptly settling a hand on Natalie''s shoulder. Just as surprisingly, it slipped down, taking a path down her shoulders, before settling onto the small of her back. Natalie froze, going as still as a statue.


    Instructor Robin leaned in and murmured, "And remember. As your primary instructor, I''m authorized to take matters into my own hands. If you prove yourself uncooperative, I''m not afraid of disciplining you. In taking a … <em>direct </em>approach to solving this problem."


    The woman''s touch lingered, then drew away. She strode toward the exit. Before she left, she paused at the doorway. Her eyes were calm, unbothered, as strictly professional as ever. "Otherwise," she said. "Keep up the good work, Natalie."


    She left.


    Natalie stared at her.


    What … the hell? What had <em>that </em>been? An <em>innuendo</em>? Had she implied what Natalie thought? Except, besides the lingering touch on her lower back, Instructor Robin hadn''t acted at all differently from the beginning of the conversation, or her usual self. Her tone hadn''t been remotely teasing, or given any indication that her words were, well, obviously suggestive. Her expression had been her usual cool, aloof self.


    But really. ''Discipline her''? Take matters into her own hands? Solve the problem <em>personally</em>? What was she suggesting?


    Surely not <em>that</em>?


    The notion was so absurd that Natalie nearly dismissed it as soon as it urred. Except, maybe not? What else could it have meant? Natalie really, really didn''t think Instructor Robin meant she would be assigning her after-hours cleaning duties. But what did ''personally solving'' Natalie''s problem—a problem which was, specifically, her being distracted with fucking her ssmates—mean? What did taking it into her own hands imply? Especiallybined with the uncharacteristic touch, the way she''d moved in closer and murmured into her ear?


    She wouldn''t be getting any answers, unfortunately. And she had other ssesing up, however much the interaction had left her brain scrambled. Natalie shuffled off into the hall. She tried, desperately, to repress the stiffening in her skirt. <em>That </em>would be awkward to exin, if someone saw it as she walked through the halls.


    But. Instructor Robin. And Camille, too. More problems, stacking atop one another.


    Or, not problems. Definitely not problems. Butplications, which Natalie really, really didn''t need more of.