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19-year-old Sean Mattews, recently known to be a werefox, shows up in class in his beast form- a two-tailed orange fox with golden eyes. He had just stepped out of a magic circle.

His classmates (comprised mainly of humans and a few non-shifter paranormals who had already hit adulthood) were stunned to see him in that form. At the same time, many of the students, especially the females, found him very cute and even wished to touch him, but they held back and remained in their seats, fearing that he might not want their touch.

Mr Gabriel Martinns, the one assigned to invigilate their class, leaned against the wall near the classroom door, which was thankfully shut.

"You're late, Sean. And is this the right appearance to come to school with? Hm?" he scolded, his face ever graced by the familiar stern expression.

The werefox turned to look at him, and all could make out an apologetic look on its face.

The teacher sighed. “Whatever, as long as you’re here. I hope you aren’t planning on writing the exam in this form, if that’s even possible.”

Hearing his words, the students chuckled lightly while the fox seemed to blush. Then…suddenly, its eyes widened, and its mouth went agape.

It crouched, and the sounds of bones cracking and rearranging were heard. Everyone saw his fur receding, and a human form taking shape.

This transformation sure hurt just from seeing it, but Sean only let out a few groans at the moments he failed to grit his teeth. And finally, he had completely transformed back into his human form. He had sandy-blond hair and olive skin. His hazel eyes were beautiful, and his jawline sharp.

That would have been excellent if not for the problem that was immediately noticeable afterwards.

Rising to his feet, he placed his hands over his groin, eyes on the floor, cheeks flushed.

“S-sorry. I didn’t expect things to turn out this way. But…can someone lend me…” his voice was almost regarded as a whisper. Unable to continue his sentence out of embarrassment, he pursed his lips.

“Whoa, you have such a nice body,” one of the classmates, whose voice he recognised as Brett, remarked.

The females in class covered their eyes with their palms, but more than a few were peaking at his delicious body.

Even the teacher swallowed back the words of scolding he had to say. Now he was just…silently admiring Sean’s sinful body.

“You must work out a lot,” said the teacher, having no intention of helping out. 

“N-no, I don’t,” Sean confessed meekly. He had no time to. Having to juggle his hustle and multiple jobs with his studies as an orphan, where was the time? How would he have the luxury to go to the gym like those kids from well-to-do families?

“Please…” The blond raised his head, facing his classmates with a look of shyness. He never imagined that he’d be in this situation.

Last night was the full moon, and he’d gone into the forest to shift and run all night. It was a miracle his human self didn’t feel exhausted now. Anyway, when he woke up and looked at the clouds, he knew he was surely late. 

So he did the first thing that came to mind. He made use of a magic circle created from a magic ring he’d strangely found in one of the outfits he’d bought at a thrift store two years ago. It would take him somewhere out of the forest. And he had planned to run home from wherever he landed, and from there, he would run home in his wolf form. 

He had prayed he would get to school before the exam was over.

Unexpectedly, the circle brought him directly to class, and his beast form couldn’t be maintained for as long as he’d thought.

That’s why he was in this embarrassing situation. Damn it.

Why was no one helping but ogling at his body? Did the females think he was blind to them peeking? 

Just look at Eartha, that rich girl who usually taunted him for wearing cheap and baggy, unstylish clothes; she was almost on the verge of drooling here.

And there was no way he could leave the room like this. He wouldn’t have the courage to attend the institution if the whole school saw him naked.

“Dear, if you come like this every day, school will be much more interesting,” said Jones, one of the males seated in the last row.

And another, Kaydrian Blackstone, chimed in, “Yeah. I’ll definitely come to school and pay rapt attention every day if your unclad body were the subject to be discussed.

One of the girls stopped pretending to cover her eyes. “Yeah, I second that. Because that’s a delicious subject,” she gulped, her heated gaze on him.

“Imagine him working at a dying restaurant, wearing nothing but a red hellakitty apron.”

“Damn. Such a rich imagination. His ass will surely bring in the bills. And the ladies,”

“Add the men as well. Coz I don’t mind eating trashy food, as long as my eyes are well-fed by Sean.”

The naked youth was left stunned. 

How come he’d never seen this side of his classmates before?

“Yo, what are you hiding? Take your hands off. Let us appreciate the work of art below your waist,” said one of the female students, Anita Jameson. She used to be one of the quietest females in class. Why was she like this?

Sean helplessly looked towards the teacher, his lips opening and moving, but no words came out.

His eyes, however, did the pleading.

The teacher finally retrieved the conscience that he’d earlier dumped and cleared his throat, drawing the class's attention to him. “Someone, please, lend him something to cover up. It’s not nice to look at his…delicious state.”

Some students chuckled at his remark, making Sean even more bashful.

Finally, one of his classmates, 18-year-old Kingsley Julio, who sat in the front row and sported medicated glasses, rose from his seat and stepped forward. He then shrugged off his long jacket and draped it over the shy Sean’s shoulders.

“T-thank you,” he whispered, almost teary-eyed.

Then, with Kingsley also kindly blocking the view with his towering build, Sean quickly wore the jacked properly, tying the belt in a way that accentuated his slim waist.

It wasn’t deliberate, though.

Kingsley stepped back, gave him a pat and then returned to his seat.

Sean shyly headed back to his seat. The teacher soon came to hand him the exam papers and a pen, of course, since he obviously had none on him.

“Thank you, sir,” he said shyly but also with gratitude.

“Alright, everyone. Ogling time’s over. Focus on your exam. Believe me, if anyone fails this subject, he or she is toast,” the teacher warned as he made his way to the front of the class. “Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir!!” everyone said in concert.

With no one staring at him anymore, Sean’s heart, which had been engaged in a chaotic drum solo, finally calmed down.

He needed to be calm to be able to write this exam. Though it wasn’t the final exam, it was quite important. For a broke kid like him, failure wasn’t an option.

However, 10 minutes later….

Sean couldn’t focus. The words on the paper seemed to have beef with his eyes, refusing to stay in one place. 

Despite the generous ventilation in the classroom, he felt unbearably hot.

Damn, he was sweating.

“Are you alright?” Gwenne, a female classmate seated close to him, asked after noticing his condition.

“I’m alright,” he lied, but his condition only worsened.

There was this sensation he felt in his a-hole and in his gut. His cock was also making some demands. Inappropriate ones at that.

"Goddess,” he muttered, sucking in a sharp breath through gritted teeth.

Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore and rose from his seat, making his way to the teacher who was moving about the class, glancing at the nervous students’ answers. 

“Some people deserve 300 strokes of a cane,” he said to the hearing of all after seeing Brett's answer sheet.

Seeing Sean standing in front of the class looking somewhat pathetic, he walked to him. “What is it? Are you okay?” he asked in a tone betraying some concern.

“I…I really don’t want to fail. I want to write,”

“Then…what’s stopping you?” the teacher asked with a brow cocked.

Sean blushed. “I…Can I whisper, please?” 

The teacher shrugged, and Sean whispered his situation to him, making him furrow his brows. “Seriously?”

Sean nodded.

“Finish this paper earlier than the others, and I’ll let you out.”

“B-but…”

“No arguing. Do as I said, Sean,” he said with his tone slightly higher than before.

Helpless, Sean could only return to his seat with his classmates gazing at him, many wearing looks of curiosity and concern.

“Stop looking at him. Anyone who does, I’m tearing his answer sheet and ousting them from the room.”

That did the trick, and finally, no one was gazing at the werefox, no matter how puzzled or worried they were inside.

However, after another 5 minutes had passed, Sean stood abruptly from his seat. “I’m going to die!” he cried out, drawing his classmates’ attention and that of the teacher's, of course.

“Stop making trouble, kiddo.” The teacher frowned.

“But I can’t. I can’t bear it anymore. It’s not my fault that I’m incredibly horny!" A tear rolled down his cheek, and he sniffled.

His revelation stunned the class into silence.

“What did you just say?” the teacher asked with widened eyes.

“I told you I’m in heat. I need relief. Yes, it’s embarrassing, but it’s my truth. I’m feeling so horny right now. My ass…it needs a cock stretching it and pounding into it. Yes, I want to be fucked. I need to. So please…”

At this moment, Kaydrian, a brunet with green eyes, rose from his seat and made his way to Sean. “You say you want a dick up your ass?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Mmhmm,” the blond with brown eyes nodded, sniffling.

“Then, your wish will be fulfilled, right here and right now.”

Kaydrian’s words stunned everyone.

“You, what…”

“Sir, you still love your job, don’t you?” Kaydrian said as he faced the teacher. Gone was his usually unserious look. Now he looked dangerous.

Yeah, he was the offspring of a human mafia lord and a former assassin. Maybe he might not be too gifted with books, but danger was definitely his middle name.

The teacher sighed. “Fine, do what you want. Everyone, focus on your sheets. No peeking, am I clear?”

“Yes, sir!” the students chorused. Some, though, were already blushing while anticipating what was going to happen soon.