episode_0238

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At first glance, it was a strange proposal.

The one who leaves first gets to put a collar on the one who leaves later?

Normally, it’s the opposite, isn’t it?

The one who suffers the humiliating punishment is the one who loses the competition, right…?

For example, a female knight glares and snarls, “Grr, kill me!” only to end up getting violated all night and broken. Something like that.

So today, I thought I’d indulge the teacher’s desire for conquest and play the role of a submissive pet—clumsily mimicking what I’ve seen here and there.

But…

“Uh, wait. Teacher. Something’s not right… Ugh…?”

The teacher didn’t even bother listening to me.

Instead, he yanked the leash connected to the choker, forcing my body upright.

…And that wasn’t all.

He pulled so hard that I had no choice but to fall into his arms.

“Pffah…?”

What?

What’s happening right now?

Before I could even process it, my body sank into his, bouncing lightly against something.

He must’ve sat down on the bed while holding me.

This soft, familiar vibration—I know this feeling all too well.

“Are you okay? I think we hit the bed a little hard earlier.”

“…I’m fine.”

“Good.”

“….”

…Right.

I shouldn’t be saying I’m fine—I should be yelling at him, asking what the hell he’s doing.

Ugh. Whatever. Fine.

But more importantly, why did the teacher suddenly pull me into his arms?

What does he mean by “the one who leaves first gets to play the master”?

My mind, still hazy from what I just saw, struggled to piece things together.

Thanks to the teacher turning my body around, the fluorescent light on the ceiling began stabbing at my eyes.

…Along with my completely naked body.

No—more accurately, my body now adorned with a black choker, its thin strap resting lightly over my chest.

All on full display.

“….”

Looking at it like this…

It’s incredibly lewd.

I’ve known since I was much younger that my body attracts men’s attention, but only now do I feel like I can somewhat understand those men.

If I squeeze them tight, my soft, pliant breasts would undoubtedly squish in the most embarrassingly obscene way.

The unnecessarily slender waistline trailing down from them.

The unnecessarily pronounced curve of my hips.

Even my thighs, twitching restlessly from shame.

I’ve seen this kind of thing a lot in webtoons.

I’ve seen plenty of short clips on SNS too.

But honestly…

Mine might be a little…

A little more obscene.

So much so that I want to cover my eyes in embarrassment.

…Well. I guess that’s why the teacher likes me so much.

Yozora had a similar kind of body too.

As I stiffened slightly from that shame, the teacher pulled me up a little more and began lightly embracing me from behind.

For now, that was all.

I tensed up, half-expecting him to start groping my chest wildly—but there was no sign of him doing anything further.

No kissing.

No fingers wandering downward.

Nothing.

About a minute passed in silence.

“…Ngh.”

Below my chest.

It wasn’t a particularly pleasurable spot, but the embarrassment it brought was no different from any other erogenous zone—and the teacher’s hand lightly brushed against it.

Hey, Teacher.

That area gets sweaty easily, so I’d rather you didn’t touch it…

But I didn’t sweat much at the movies today, so maybe it’s fine.

Fidgeting with my idle hands, I eventually placed them demurely against my inner thighs.

Well, even if I had sweated, it’s not like it’s a forbidden area or anything.

Now, if it were something like “No tickling my feet,” that’d be a different story. Yeah.

As the teacher’s touch lingered on my body—that humiliating, ticklish sensation—I bit my lower lip and leaned back against him, sulking for no reason.

Another minute passed in silence.

“…….”

The teacher only lightly traced the underside of my breasts with his fingertips, making no move to do anything more.

Normally, I’d wonder why he was teasing me like this—but knowing the reason now, I just let it be.

He did say the one who reaches climax first wins and gets to collar the loser, right?

So he probably doesn’t want me to win.

If he pushes me to climax like this, wouldn’t he have to wear this choker around his neck instead?

…It wouldn’t suit him.

“……Nn….”

…This is really weird.

The more I think about it, the stranger this bet seems.

If we’re both just trying to hold out longer, what’s even the point?

If we’d just gone with my original suggestion…

I’d have already climaxed multiple times, whining and squirming.

I’d be pinned under the teacher, wagging my tail like crazy.

I’d be asking, “How was taming the lion?”

But what on earth was he thinking…

“…Ah.”

How much time passed like that?

The teacher, who had only been resting his fingertips against my chest, slowly began sliding his hand upward.

From the look of it, he was about to start caressing me.

Well, clumsy as it was, we did agree to this bet—so we have to see it through…

“Ah, wai…”

…Wait.

Wait, wait.

Hand—

Stop…

“Tea… cher…?”

“What? Already at your limit?”

“N-No, that’s not… it… …Hah…?”

“Then what?”

“…Nn, nghh……?”

“…Good thing I touched you a little earlier. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be this sensitive.”

Even as the teacher’s hand glided further up, I didn’t think much of it.

If he was going to caress my breasts, focusing near the nipples would feel better anyway.

So when his fingers brushed softly around them, I still didn’t think much of it.

…Same here. It just felt good.

So good that I could only cling to his arm and beg him to stop—just for a second.

But now that I think about it…

“P-Please, I’m gonna… cum…! Just, wait…!”

“Why? If you finish fast, you win, right?”

“…? That’s… Eh…? Now that you mention it… …Ah?”

…He wasn’t even squeezing.

Just gently rubbing the tips of my nipples with his fingers.

And yet, I’m already on the verge of climax.

This can’t be happening.

If the bet is this easy for me to win…

Now that I think about it…

If I beat the teacher…

…This choker around my neck.

I’d have to take it off.

“Let go of my arm. It’s hard to move like this.”

“Stop… Promise you’ll stop touching my chest…”

“So other places are fine?”

“…Huh? Other… Ah, not there either…!”

That’s just his way of saying he won’t give me what I want if I finish too fast.

The moment I realized his teasing, the teacher’s hand—which had been lingering on my chest—immediately slid downward.

Straight toward the space between my thighs—close enough to reach with just a slight movement.

His fingers brushed against the inner thighs where my hands had been resting just moments ago.

Even that alone was enough to make my already-sensitive body burn with shame.

But when I desperately grabbed his wrist to stop him, my tightly closed legs parted embarrassingly easily.

Even though I should’ve been clamping them shut with all my strength. Why?

Pressing my head against the teacher’s shoulder, I resisted, insisting he couldn’t touch me now—but I had no idea how to stop him.

…The best I could do was…

“Tea… cher… Teacher……. …Hah, ngh…♡?”

Trembling all over.

Sliding down further.

Panting against the teacher’s neck.

…Clawing at the thick, masculine arm casting a shadow over my body.

The same arm now thrusting deep into my dripping core.

Whispering his name between ragged breaths.

“I… didn’t cum… yet….”

A blatant lie.

“Really? Then why’s the inside twitching so much?”

“It’s not twitching… I’m totally… fine…?!”

“Here. Every time I press down, your walls keep pushing my fingers out.”

“I didn’t, I didn’t……. …Ngh─….”

The faint stimulation built up inside my slick walls.

Fingers unlike my own during solo play pressed and prodded as they pleased.

The best I could do was hold my breath, trying not to betray the small climaxes washing over me.

Every time the teacher’s fingerprints—imperceptible yet undeniable—stroked my inner walls, my hips jerked uncontrollably.

I forced them down, biting my lip to stifle the moans rising in my throat.

“Su-a.”

“I’m… fine…”

“…Really?”

“Of course…, …Nghhk…?! …Ugh…….”

“Every time I move my fingers, it’s this wet. You hear that?”

“That’s just… how girls… are……. …Hahh…….”

“…Listen for yourself. Tell me if this sounds normal.”

“Even when I… touch myself… it’s… like this…”

Don’t scream.

Hold it in—just let out the tiniest whimpers.

If I can pass this off as just feeling good without climaxing, I can still lie my way out.

Technically, I’m at an advantage here.

When men finish, there’s clear evidence—but for women, aside from maybe some slickness, there’s no obvious sign.

…Right? I’m not sure, but there shouldn’t be. There can’t be.

If the teacher says my walls are twitching, I’ll just say it’s because I’m clenching.

If he says it’s too wet, I’ll claim all girls are like this.

Yozora made these sounds too.

When the teacher pinned her to the couch and pounded her from behind, the wet noises were even louder than this.

So if I can just keep lying well enough…

Later, I’ll just have to stroke the teacher’s cock until he feels amazing…

“…?! No, no…!?!”

“You’re definitely cumming. Right?”

“Hah…, hah…! N-No, I’m not…! I just almost… did… ……!….”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“……♡ ……. …‥·.”

“…Look. See for yourself.”

“Hahhk… Hah…?”

…Can I really win?

“…You’re dripping like this, and you’re still pretending you’re fine?”

“….”

“I didn’t time it, but… let’s say it took about three minutes. You’re satisfied with that, right?”

“….”

“If I went by the truth—six seconds—it’d be too unfair for you.”

“…It was… at least ten seconds…”

“Anyway.”

“….”

Even though it hadn’t even been three minutes before my hips were jerking uncontrollably.

Even though the teacher’s fingers, slick with my arousal, were right in front of my eyes.

Even though I was still shamelessly soaking the bedsheets beneath me.

…Can I really…

Beat the teacher?