The blackmail message burned in my mind the entire next day. Cumslut Queen. They knew. Somehow, these six devils had uncovered my past or simply recognized the eager whore beneath my teacher facade. I spent hours in my tiny apartment, pacing, fingering my still-sore pussy to the memory of their cum coating me, then hating myself for it. My job, my fresh start—everything hung by a thread. I had to end this tonight. After class, I'd confront them, delete the videos, and walk away forever.

But as I stood at the front of the classroom that evening, my resolve crumbled. They were all there, sitting in the back row like...