episode_0158

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…With one hand gripping the panties the teacher was forcibly trying to pull down, I cover my face with the pitch-black T-shirt I’d been biting just moments ago.

“Let go.” “…No.”

A firm, unyielding voice— as if he’s about to devour me whole.

Somewhere deep inside, a faint sense of fear stirs, but overriding it is a single, perplexing curiosity.

“…They might tear. Let go.” “Y-You let go first…”

…Yozora.

Is this the kind of teacher you’ve been having sex with all this time?

Even in the infirmary, he was pretty worked up, but not to this extent.

If I were to have sex with a teacher this aroused, just what kind of things would happen to me?

Such a trivial curiosity.

“What’ll you do if I let go?” “…I’ll take them off myself. I’ll take them off, so let go…”

Burying that insignificant curiosity deep within, I desperately tug up the stretched panties. …If I let go here, it feels like it’ll all be over.

The teacher’s patience, frayed to the point his fists tremble.

And in the midst of it all, my own patience, as my gaze keeps flickering to the bulge in his pants…

“What’s the difference between me taking them off and you doing it yourself?” “If you take them off…, …you’ll see everything…” “See what?” “…Th-That thing you’re looking at right now…”

Femcum.

The stuff they call “bitch juice” in the lewd manga I’ve been reading lately.

Unable to bring myself to say such vulgar words, I whisper in a trembling voice.

Of course, it wasn’t like I stayed still because I wanted the teacher to see. I was fully aware of how soaked I already was.

After holding back from climaxing so many times since the elevator, how could I not know?

I’d just… momentarily forgotten how serious this was.

Because normally… … … I, uh, get wet… a lot.

“Don’t look… It’s gross…”

Drip, drip, always leaking…

…Because I keep thinking of the teacher, I keep getting wet.

“It’s not gross.” “It, it is gross…” “Why? Want me to lick it to prove it’s not?” “Nngh…! Why would you lick that…?!”

“You’ve swallowed my cum before. At Yozora’s place. In the infirmary.” “…Th-That’s different. That’s clean…” “…Clean?” “It’s… the seed to make babies… So of course it’s clean…” “……” “…And, it… tastes good too…”

Whenever I’m holed up in my room, I masturbate to memories of obediently sucking the teacher’s cock at Yozora’s place. I masturbate to the memory of breathing in the thick, sticky scent of his cum. It’s become a habit—getting off to the memory of being secretly fucked in the infirmary while other students were around.

So the moment I think of the teacher, I start getting wet.

But… because I think of him all day long, I’ve been going about my daily life soaked every single day.

I’d just… forgotten for a moment how embarrassing it is.

“Sigh… So if you take them off yourself, does that mean I won’t see?” “That’s not… I just want to be the one to take them off, at least…” “…” “I-I’d prefer it if you closed your eyes, though…” “Annoying… Seriously…” “…Sorry.” “…Fine, I’ll let go. You take them off.” “…”

No matter how I try to pretty it up, there’s no way to describe the liquid other than “I’m ready for sex.”

After smearing it all over my thighs to deal with it, I slowly pull my knees up to slide off my panties.

…If I don’t do something like this, I really feel like the teacher will just… push me down and take me.

His eyes, already burning with arousal since the alley, have only gotten worse since we entered the bedroom.

We can’t have sex.

If we do, it’s over. I know it.

Controlling my thoughts, I tug down the panties that seem to have stretched a bit more in the meantime. “…”

I catch sight of the teacher’s pants, taut and bulging.

The hands that had been groping my chest since the elevator have grown even bolder now, and his ragged breaths by my ear are way too loud.

…There’s no way he’s leaving like this.

Not until he’s gotten something out of me. He won’t give up.

“…I took them… off…” “Arms up.” “…Okay.”

That earlier suggestion was for this very reason.

No, no—rather than just pushing him away over and over, I had to throw him something to make him give up somewhat.

Honestly, instead of doing this half-hearted thing, wouldn’t it be better to just have sex under the condition that we forget today ever happened…?

…No. Absolutely not.

There’s no way the teacher would be satisfied with just “one time.”

“Nngh… Slurp… Hahh…”

And… it’s not like I could hold back either.

“…Hah… I-I said you could look, not that you could kiss me…” “After everything so far, why?”

For a brief moment, my T-shirt—still halfway pulled off—is used like handcuffs as our tongues tangle.

Using the shirt as an excuse, I stay still without resisting, only swallowing his saliva with a gulp after he pulls his lips away.

“…Still no. No kissing. …It’s a rule.” “Rules… Hah… What else is there?” “N-No sex…?” “I already know that one. Something else.”

Forming an X with my two index fingers in front of my lips, I continue.

“Tell me the others. Don’t just stare blankly.” “…”

Clink, clink.

The rough sound of a belt, followed by his pants dropping.

Then, with a thud, the boxers that looked painfully strained from how full they were.

At first glance, it was undeniably grotesque, but now, far from grotesque, my heart pounds with learned anticipation as I stare at…

…his cock.

“…N-No sex… You can’t have sex with me…” “You just said that. That one.” “…Ah.” “Another one. What else?”

One by one, I start listing off hastily made-up rules.

“U-Um… D-Don’t touch my body at all…” “Next.”

His cock, far superior to my own measly span, yet strangely, slightly smaller than the one in my memories.

Still, it easily tramples over the ones I’ve seen in the videos I use to get off.

…If he were to ram it all the way to the hilt and wreck me, I’d undoubtedly lose count of how many times I’d come.

Glancing at the bastard who ruined my standards, I blurt out a rule I’d thought up just a second ago.

“…No sex and no touching. …And we don’t tell anyone about what happens here. That should be fine, right?” “Why the last one?” “Just in case…?” “You think I’d go around talking about this?” “…Yozora. She exists, you know.” “I won’t tell her either.” “…Why not?” “Why do you think?” “…I don’t know.” “Really?” “…I d-don’t…” “…”

His tone makes it sound like he’s doing something really bad, so I tear my eyes away from the throbbing, veiny cock and look at the teacher instead.

“If you do anything weird to me, I’ll add it to the rules right away…!” “…Whatever. So those are all the rules?” “…No sex. No touching. No telling anyone. …That should… be enough.” “…” “…Ah, wait…”

As our lips meet again, and the teacher’s tongue entwines with mine so tenderly, I press against his shoulders— …not push, because I’d feel bad if I hurt him.

Just… press.

Keeping my hands still, then—

“Hah… Th-That’s cheating… No kissing…” “…”

Only after the teacher pulls away do I blush in embarrassment and add another rule.

“…Sh-Should I take it back? Thinking about it, that’s not really sex…” “Keep it. If we’re doing this, let’s do it properly.” “…If you even think about kissing me again…”

The teacher picks up the reckless words I’d let slip, leaving me endlessly embarrassed… and weirdly disappointed.

“So the rules are… that’s it?” “…I’ll add more depending on the situation.” “Then now…” “…” “…You just gonna stand there?” “…Just say you want to move to the bed.”

A little snappishly, I voice the obvious assumption.

I really don’t get why he’s smiling at me like that.

“…Ah.”

As I fidget and try to hide my soaked panties underfoot, the teacher turns around, grabs my wrist, and heads for the bed.

It’s practically breaking the rules right from the start… but with my lips still tingling, I follow him to the bed without protest.

…This is the teacher forcing me to the bed.

If not for this, I’d have to walk there of my own will.

In terms of embarrassment, this is the lesser evil.

“T-Teacher.” “What?” “…My wrist. You’re holding it.” “Ah. ‘No touching,’ right.” “I’ll let it slide just this once… …Do it again, and I’m kicking you out.” “…Fine.”

…What if… just what if…

He doesn’t like my tone and starts ignoring the rules, doing whatever he wants?

What if the teacher, too turned on to stop, just… rapes me?

What if we end up having sex whether I want to or not?

…If I take that cock again, I’ll never be able to quit sex.

My heart pounds at the thought, my lower stomach twitching briefly.

After warning him in a firm tone, I lie down on the bed and wriggle my way up. The teacher, who’d been standing still, follows me onto the bed.

“…” “…”

Strangely enough, he looks a little like the teacher from my imagination.

“…Hey, it’s embarrassing when you stare like that…” “Earlier, you said I could look as much as I wanted?” “That’s… true, but…” “…” “Besides, Teacher, you broke the rules again…” “…”

I did say I’d kick him out if he touched me again.

Without a hint of hesitation, the teacher places his hands on my thighs and starts pushing them apart with firm pressure.

…Honestly, as a demi-human, the strength isn’t too much for me to handle, but if I were a normal girl, there’s no way I could resist.

And with the way he’s looking at me, so intensely turned on…

Little by little, my legs part.

“…You weren’t supposed to touch me…” “I didn’t use my hands.” “What kind of— Then what’s pushing my thighs apart right now is… …Nngh… Y-You’re so…!” “…Didn’t use my hands, Sua.” “Hah… Nngh… Y-You did… So shameless… Ngh—?!”

In the meantime, the teacher, having spread my thighs just enough, starts gently stroking a place I never gave him permission to touch— but also never forbade in the rules—

…the spot beneath the short, sparse curls, with something slender and finger-like.

“It… tickles…”

Instead of kissing my lips, he presses his mouth to:

Beside my nipple. Below my chest. Next to my navel. Below my navel.

…Above my clit.

As he does, the cock, veins bulging prominently, is no longer in my line of sight.

“I can feel your fingers and your palms, so how is that not—” “…” “…Ah… Hah…?” “…” “Wait, Teacher…!”

In the end, right against my clit, already throbbing with anticipation, instead of the fingers I’d written into the rules, he presses down with the full weight of his soft, wet tongue.

“Don’t lick… Don’t lick meee…” “…” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Teacher, I’m sorry…” “…” “Licking is… n-not allowed… Nngh—!”

Squelch, schlick.

Despite it just being my clit getting licked, as my pussy starts gushing slick, the teacher spreads me wide with something thumb-like, then says to me:

“…Sua.” “Y-Yes…?” “You like this? Just watching? No sex?” “…Of course… I do…”

An incredibly difficult question.

“Like this?” “…Yes. Just… just licking like this… …? Why are you smiling…?”

A question so close to a trap, I almost gave an answer I’d regret.