Cleaning up the scene? Erasing traces?

Standing on tiptoes, I could just about see inside the room. Due to my height and the angle, I could only catch a glimpse of about a third of the space.

I saw the person inside; it was definitely Betty. She was facing the door, starting to undress.

Betty, facing the door, slowly peeled off her teacher's outfit, revealing her bra underneath.

Her pink bra encased her 32E bust, creating a deep cleavage.

However, I could only see Betty's upper body; her lower half and the space by the door were hidden from view due to the angle. Maybe in this blind spot, Betty was facing Michael?

After she took off her blouse, Betty began to bend over—no doubt she was taking off her skirt. Confirming my suspicion, she straightened up after a while, her ample breasts quivering under the fabric of her bra, waves of discontent rippling through.

Standing up straight, Betty held a skirt in her hand. I bet by then, she was down to just her panties.

I imagined Michael, hidden in that blind spot, was probably burning with desire by now.

"These two, hooking up in the school office? Michael just got here a few days ago, and they're already at it?" My head began to spin slightly. If it weren't for my clenched fists keeping me steady, I believe I would have fallen off the desk by now.

Right, although I could only see a third of the office, it was unmistakably Betty inside, undressing and showing off her stunning figure.

What to do? Should I burst in now?

Interrupt their liaison? Or wait a bit longer, let things progress, and then catch them red-handed? At that moment, I faced a dilemma.

I took my eyes off the glass, having been on tiptoes and straining my neck to see inside; both my feet and neck were starting to ache, but I didn't care.

I hung my head, as if unwilling to see what I didn't want to see.

"Ah... oh no..." Just as I was pondering, a sharp scream came from inside. I hadn't heard anything before because the voices were too soft, but this scream was quite clear.

No need to guess, Betty must have been penetrated by now. Michael, with his Singaporean heritage—I had seen what Singaporean men are like in those videos, and though I hadn't seen it clearly that night Michael defiled Betty, I could make out the outline of his large penis. Even though he was only thirteen, it was indeed big.

It wasn't surprising that Betty screamed when penetrated by such a size.

There was no time to think further. It had happened; was I supposed to let Betty be inseminated?

I quickly jumped down from the desk, shoved it aside, and grabbed the doorknob, pressing down hard. As expected, the door was locked from the inside. No need for a lock if nothing shady was going on, right?

 "Bang, bang, bang..." I started pounding on Betty's office door like a madman.

Luckily, Betty's office door was made of metal. If it had been wood, I believe my furious kick could have shattered it.

As I knocked, in the pauses between the sounds, I heard frantic noises inside, like furniture being knocked over.

"Cleaning up the scene? Erasing traces?"

Was there still time? I had already caught them in the act. At that moment, I wasn't considering what attitude to take or what the consequences would be after facing them.

After knocking for a while and the door still not opening, I pounded even louder, my fists numb, but the pain in my hands was nothing compared to the ache in my heart.

Just as I was gearing up to give the door a solid kick, the door to Betty's office finally swung open...