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>You rise to your feet in triumph, proudly allowing sight of the triumphant bulge from your dick getting hard trying to stand up inside the front of your underwear…
>Principal Celestia’s eyes have already wandered down there instinctively, and weren’t quick enough to avert before you both can understand she took a good long enough gander at how big and stiff your member is under those two layers of clothing to be unable to stop thinking about it.
>Now Principal Celestia REALLY doesn’t know what to say… so you’ll let her know something she can substitute for whatever scrambled words she just lost.
“Wanna guess how big it is?” You ask before adding: “…now that it’s hard?”
>You now slowly strut around Principal Celestia’s office like you own the place, making sure she gets every angle of your tent in your pants as you take step after step.
>Her terrified eyes lock with yours as she hears your hand lock the door.
“Forgot your units of measurement?” You glint with consciousness about how much authoritative tone you can put into your voice. “It’s okay… use your hands to guess.”
>Celestia sucks her lips in and hesitates to break through her propriety, having been conditioned by society to stay appropriate at all costs and not do anything… primal.
>But you have forced her situation to challenge that, and to challenge it with so much that Principal Celestia doesn’t have any choice but to stall the inevitable moment she dives into the forbidden depths of inappropriateness.
>It’s a dangerous course of action to take, but Principal Celestia was forced into it by the even greater danger from what would happen if anyone finds out about what she did… there is no way out of this, no escape.
>Principal Celestia’s trembling hands meekly rise to make the inappropriate gesture towards her student… her erect student.
>It feels so much different when she’s not alone, because consequences are possible now.
>Consequences that are only acceptable in the light of bigger consequences that’ll take place should she not satisfy whatever demands that are quite obviously being made now.
>It’s clear by now what this is; Principal Celestia feels dizzy with anxiety.
>Principal Celestia should not be doing this perverted gesture before a young male student’s eyes, let alone one that is meant to describe his private area… when it’s sexually stimulated…
>But her shaking hands keep their palms apart at the distance she feels accurately describes your length.
>She looks downward at you to check her assessment and nudges those hands a little further apart after seeing your erection straining against your pants and underwear has grown more intense, to the secret delight of her slightly widening eyes.
>Principal Celestia already had a good reference to go off of before when she filmed you in the locker room, so she isn’t surprised all that much when you tell her she got the right answer.