episode_0319

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Ahh.

Lying at the foot of the bed, I playfully let out a childish voice before looking up at the teacher who had laid me down here, reminiscing about the past.

So, what was high school like again?

Hmm~… Oh, the school cafeteria. It was so bad you’d wonder why it even existed, even though I brought my own lunch anyway. The snack bar was decent, though, right?

Classes were boring. Nothing interesting ever happened.

The girls who talked to me were totally not my type.

Neither the boys I liked—

Nor the teachers I liked—were there.

…But if, back in high school,

There had been a nurse who looked like this.

If that teacher had been healthy like this.

I would’ve made up every excuse to skip class and haunt the infirmary instead.

Ahh~ How do I get you to ruin me with a good ravishing~…

…And force a creampie inside me.

While lost in such thoughts—

“…Aren’t you staring a little too hard? If you keep that up, even I might… get embarrassed…? Ehehe….”

Slightly tipsy.

Breathing out in that uniquely pleasant tone, I spoke, and without a word, the hand that had been pressing down on my forearm moved to my uniform.

The blazer, which felt oddly uncomfortable after so long.

The school blouse, hastily buttoned—left slightly undone in my rush to change and show you.

The fluttering skirt, perfect for groping.

The places random men on packed trains would pretend not to touch, brushing the back of their hands against.

Every single one of them, touched so freely for the first time by you—

…My head spins.

For real.

“…Do you like groping your innocent student’s chest?”

“You’re not innocent.”

“…Do you like unbuttoning your lewd student’s blouse to see her chest?”

“What if I said yes? What then?”

“Hehe… A normal student would probably… report you? Report you first, right?”

“…And you?”

“Me? Of course I’d… save my number in your phone first— Ah, wait….”

“….”

“Before getting pregnant… …breast milk doesn’t come out yet… does it…?”

“…I know.”

“But then, why… ……Mmm….”

Between the half-undone blouse, the teacher pressing me into the bed buries his face.

Licking,

Biting,

…Sucking,

And licking again.

For milk to come out… it’d take at least a year from now.

Without even doing what’s necessary.

How stupid.

“Ahah… Teacher, stop… A grown adult getting too close to a school uniform is… bad, isn’t it?”

“You’re the one who came closer first. …You talk big.”

“I dunno, I dunno… Let’s skip the small stuff… My head’s spinning too much to think….”

In the end, not sure if he’s a teacher, a molester, or just a bad adult acting like a baby, I push him away barefoot—kicking lightly—before crawling further onto the bed and flashing a playful look.

…Obviously, right?

Jokes and teasing like this—who knows when I’ll get another chance? Gotta enjoy it while I can.

Seo Woojin would never play along with this kind of thing… unless he’s drunk.

So, loosening the suffocating tie around my neck—

I slowly cross my thighs, exposing what would surely be visible from this angle.

Even though I know I should be a diligent student.

Even as I seduce my teacher.

With the same bare feet that just pushed him away—

Now, I carefully trace his lower stomach, pressing lightly.

Here, it’s been hard from the start.

But just a little more.

Just a tiny bit more.

Until it turns downright vicious.

“…What’s this? Teacher?”

“Japan has sex ed too, right? …Health and P.E., was it?”

“Hmm… But they never taught us the name for something this hot and hard~….”

“…You definitely learned it.”

“I wonder what it is~… …Ah….”

The softness unique to a gown.

And beneath it… something so stiff it’s downright satisfying.

Stimulating the two completely different textures with my bare feet, pressing over and over—

I catch the fluttering end of the waistband between my toes…

…And pull.

“What’s this? …Teacher?”

“…Genitals. Male.”

“Eh… …That’s such a boring way to put it. Isn’t there something more… visceral?”

“…What’s used to make babies.”

“Just a little more. Really, just a little.”

“What exactly do you want me to say?”

“Ahh…! NG, NG. You’re supposed to think of that yourself….”

Less like cosplay sex and more like cosplay theater.

…Less like being assaulted by my teacher and more like messing around with a classmate.

In that strange atmosphere, I briefly compare the length of his cock—veins bulging—next to my foot.

The teacher, who had pulled away, closes the distance again.

“Something I want to pound into you all night long.”

“…That’s about… 40 points?”

“40 points, huh….”

In a voice thick with alcohol.

That’s what he said.

“40 points is enough.”

“Whyyy. Don’t you want 100?”

“Too much work.”

“…You could just add a little more to that….”

“…Like what?”

“Hmm~ …‘To my beloved student,’ maybe?”

“…That’s just dumb.”

“Ah, you ruined the immersion… …Eek….”

Even as he grabs my calf and thigh, pushing—

I offer no resistance, letting my skirt ride up to reveal clean-colored panties to him.

A reward… for saying something nice.

Something like that, anyway.

“…….”

“…….”

…Ahah.

They’re just panties.

But his gaze… burns.

Looking like that is a crime, you idiot.

I’m just nice enough to let you…

You can’t do this to other girls, okay?

“Did you change into these earlier?”

“…I’ve been wearing them since getting ready for school this morning. Stupid teacher.”

“…White. I like it.”

“Aha… So teacher likes… white high school girl panties… …Should I take notes?”

“Sorry, but I prefer them off.”

“You don’t get it… Nude is obvious, but stuff like this… …Pushing them aside and fucking in is way hotter….”

“…….”

“…If you stare like that, even I’ll get embarrassed, you know?”

Muttering softly, I tug my skirt down firmly—but it doesn’t last.

The teacher hikes it back up, fully exposing my panties again, then pushes my thighs toward my chest.

…And then,

“…Are you taking them off completely?”

“If you just push them aside… it’ll get annoying later.”

“How would it get annoying…?”

“It doesn’t stay perfectly in place… …Keeps brushing against the side.”

“Against what side?”

“…You know, don’t you?”

“Of course not. Health class never taught us… …that kind of thing.”

“…Against the side of my cock. …Happy?”

“Aha… Against the side… of your cock….”

Up.

With a sigh laced with alcohol, up.

Gliding past my thighs, my calves, up.

Until the slick connecting my panties snaps—tick—

Up.

“Want me to give these to you? …I’ve got plenty at home anyway.”

“No thanks.”

“Hmm… …Some boys would pay tens of thousands of yen just to have these~….”

“….”

“Especially with my wetness still on them… …Ah….”

Past my slender ankles, past my feet—then carelessly tossed onto the bed.

…Press, push.

Something far too dangerous for a high schooler.

Without a single safety measure.

Pressed right between my thighs.

If this were Seo Woojin’s usual self,

He would’ve brought a condom, of course.

…Maybe the alcohol helped.

Extremely,

Dangerously.

“…Ah, right. You asked how babies are made.”

“….”

If you finish inside on a risky day, there’s a small chance it’ll happen.

Swallowing the explanation drilled into me through mandatory education, I nod carefully.

If we ride this mood just a little longer.

Maybe.

…This time.

“Sperm meets egg… but that explanation’s boring.”

“…Hh, ngh….”

“…If I come inside you like this, a baby might happen. …Got it?”

Push,

The glans pressed against my entrance slowly spreads me open.

…Even though he came inside a condom earlier on the sofa, it feels even bigger now.

Maybe because it’s raw, even Seo Woojin’s excited? I swallow the thought along with my ragged breaths.

No, no—it’s just me clenching tighter from arousal. I force the more realistic explanation into my head.

…Last time we did it raw, he always pulled out to finish.

But now, the slow, unmistakable sensation makes my hips twitch—

And pretending it’s nothing,

I flash a teasing smile.

“Ehehe… So after this… you can drink my breast milk, right…?”

“Don’t skip the important part. It’s only when I come inside you that the chance exists.”

“I didn’t skip it….”

“Talking nonsense like an idiot.”

“I’m not an— Ah, wait… So deep……♡”

“…No matter how much I fuck you, as long as I don’t come inside, you won’t get pregnant.”

“Tea… cher… Teache…….”

“…Unless, what… you want to get pregnant?”

“Nn, ngh… …Hahh…….”

Slap, thud, thud.

Even as the lewd sound of skin on skin muffles my ears.

Even as I climax over and over, my mind blank from the raw friction scraping my walls—push, push—without a useless rubber barrier.

Even as shameful fluids drip messily between us.

Even as the glans kisses my cervix—thud, thud—and all I can choke out is feels good, feels good on loop.

…That whisper—Do you want to get pregnant?—

I heard it clearly.

“I don’t… care… about… that….”

“About what? …Pregnancy?”

“Yesss….”

No proper reason to give.

Just drowning in pleasure.

Nodding, nodding.

My head bobs helplessly.

“You’re a high schooler.”

“Hah, hahh….”

“If you get pregnant now… what about everyone else’s stares?”

“Ngh…, nn, ahh, ….”

What about the academy?

What about ruining Sua-chan’s graduation?

What about facing Kwon Namho, who’s fed and housed you all this time?

Instead of those obvious questions—

…Maybe because he was confused.

Or maybe because he was playing along with this cute act.

He just—

Fucked me senseless.

“Your belly will swell under your uniform, and everyone will stare. Okay with that?”

“’S fine, ah….”

“…These breasts too—they’ll get heavier with milk. Okay?”

“Love it….”

“What if you give birth to a perverted son who takes after me?”

“I’m already… just as bad as you… …Nngh…….”

“…Hah….”

“You asked if it’s okay… but inside… you keep….”

“…Safe day, right? …Don’t lie.”

“……Ye… yes….”

As the teacher pins one of my thighs down—

His voice, earnest for the first time, spills out.

Meanwhile, I claw uselessly at the bedsheets.

And splatter his lower stomach with a disgraceful mess of femcum.

“Hahh……, hahh… ……Ghk….”

The cum Seo Woojin pumped into me in earnest.

…Unlike when it just dripped onto my lower stomach,

This time, pressed right against my cervix—

Squelch,

Squelch,

Splurt—

Filling me to the brim,

Thicker than I imagined.

And so, so hot.

“Stick out… your tongue.”

“…Nn…, slurp….…….”

Even though it’s not that day.

…It felt like,

I’d get pregnant for sure.