Derrick spotted a teacher powerwalking towards her and Kyle. It was the English teacher Ms. Carver. She was a bit wrinkly in places but for the most part she had aged well. "Uh oh, looks like SOMEONE's in trouble", Derrick mocked.
"W- what's happening?", Kyle shifted around, trying to look behind himself, "M- mistress..."
Soon Ms. Carver was upon them, "Kyle Perkins! You should be ashamed of yourself young man"
"What? Please, help- ", Kyle once more found himself unable to breathe as he was dunked into pillowy titflesh.
Ms. Carver looked at the boy like he was a rat before looking up at Derrick, "Derrick I've heard everything, I can't believe what this depraved lunatic has done to you!"
"Oh?", Derrick said coyly.
Ms. Carver continued, not noticing Derrick's remark, "I am very glad that you have took it upon yourself in punishing him. I don't know what we would have done if you hadn't stood up for yourself!"
Derrick was surprised, she was about to get off scot free! This curse truly worked in mysterious ways. "Well Ms. Carver, I'm pleased to tell you that I'm doing quite well despite what this pervert did", she said.
"That's good", Ms. Carver said, "But you're both tardy! Get to class immediately!"
With that, she turned around and began her journey back to her station.
Kyle gasped for breath as he was pulled out from the sticky cleavage, "S- sorry mistress", he whimpered.
"You only keep doing that because you like me holding you so close don't you?", Derrick said.
"N- no!", he exclaimed, his face flushing with red.
Derrick gave her toy a pat on the head as she contemplated her next action.