“You're worried about me standing before them with my erection showing. This is the same, sensei. Won't they wonder why there’s a wet patch on your pants?”
Before she could retort my silly answer, I continued with that explanation.
And then, using the same card that she pulled against me earlier, I pushed my lips close to her ear, whispering these words as my hand slid further down despite the blockage of her thighs,
“Let me help you out too.”
Orimura-sensei frowned but a soft moan escaped her lips. With my fingers reaching her sacred place, they busily started caressing her slit and poking into her entrance.
Steeling her expression was useless. Her body was already responding appropriately.
Even the hand she was using to stroke my cock started moving erratically. Lastly, her eyes were becoming delirious from the sensation brought by my fingers.