As she typed away, you could feel the surface of her breast jiggle slightly. Although it was somewhat nice at first, after a few minutes you were starting to get sick of the constant shaking. At this point it was too late to try and go down, so the only option you were left with was up. Miss Erin seemed fairly preoccupied with her work, so you’d have to make the climb yourself. Luckily her blond, wavy hair came down to her shoulders, so it’d make a pretty good climbing tool.
Carefully making your way across the uneven jiggling surface of her breast, you eventually reached a strand of hair near her shoulder. With all your gym training having prepared you for this, you began your gradual ascent of Mt. Erin. Her hair was thick enough for you to put your feet on, making it less like climbing a rope and more like climbing a net. With the target of her ear in sight, you gradually quickened your pace.
Funny enough, this wasn’t the first time you had to do this. You recalled a memory from around 3 weeks ago, during a class of hers. While she was patrolling the seats (most of the tiny students just sat on mini-desks on top of regular size desks), she accidentally tripped, with a few strands of her hair catching you in the process. You were tangled in her hair for over 10 minutes, before you finally reached her ear and got her attention. The rest of your classmates praised you after this, as not many returned to tell the tale after being involved with one of Miss Erin’s (common) accidents.
Coming back to the present, you just about reached her ear. Climbing inside, you finally took a rest inside the warm cave. You had to be careful not to move too much, or else you might annoy her enough to scratch her ear. Checking your specially-made phone, you noticed there was only 5 minutes left in the period. Guess climbing her hair took a lot more time than you thought, huh?
Suddenly, you felt the world shake as Miss Erin turned her head. You had to brace yourself against one of the inner walls, making sure not to fall out, or in. Unfortunately this also had the effect of alerting Miss Erin to the presence of something in her ear.
“Ugh, is there a bug in my ear?”
Strangely enough, she loved working with tiny students but also hated bugs. The amount of times she had confused the two was… unfortunately high. You witnessed a shadow block the exit of her ear as her nail began entering it. Moving yourself against the wall, you just manage to avoid being pushed further inwards. Taking the chance for a ride, you dash and hold onto her finger nail as it retracts. You’re soon brought before the suspicious eyes of Miss Erin.
“What was a bug doing in my-“
Then her eyes returned to their cheerful state.
“Oh! It’s just you Tom!”
For a second there, you were worried she might do something rather… bad… to you. Breathing a sigh of relief, you wave to her.
“Next time let me know before you get bored and start going places, alright?”
You automatically nodded your head. At this point, you had gotten used to dealing with how much she misunderstood things, and learnt to just accept whatever nonsense she said.
“Well, since class is over you’re free to leave now. Though I might be able to teach you some extra lessons if you want to come to my next class! This time as a proper student, of course.”
You used the extra lessons as a cover story, but the offer of attending her next class was tempting. You didn’t want to have to go back to your dorm by yourself, and considering her next class was a mixed sized one, you should find at least one person that’ll help you. On the other hand, you knew what she could be like when teaching. Not to mention the potential threat of other students…
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