episode_0343

. …Wait, hold on. I shouldn’t be staring at that blankly.

Alright, let’s pull myself together again. This is a “making friends” lesson for my senior… Not doing anything indecent with Sensei, just learning what boys like. I’m teaching Senpai what I learned from Yozora…

The thick scent of semen hangs in the air. Trying hard to push away the scattered, strange thoughts rising in my head, I exhale a sigh that feels inexplicably warm.

Mmm. As the stand-in teacher, I shouldn’t be having weird thoughts. Though, admittedly, when I was learning from Yozora back then, she seemed to be full of indecent ideas… But I think she was a little drunk at the time, so… It was an unavoidable situation. It’s fine.

But now, I’m… “Here, water. Rinse your mouth with this.” “……” “Sorry. I mistook you for Sua.” “…It’s fine. Getting carried away happens. I’m not mad.”

Unlike Yozora, I’m perfectly sober, right? So… lewd thoughts keep surfacing in my head… I should probably rein them in.

The image of Sensei pounding into Yozora sprawled over the table… Or Yozora, used like a toy but loving every second of it… …Things like that.

“Rather than that, let’s just continue what we were doing… What do you prefer, Sensei?” “…Well, then…” “…Judging by your gaze, I think I get it.” “……”

Memories of Yozora from months ago end there. Overhearing their conversation, I sigh again—this time even warmer—and shake my head lightly.

Why do these memories keep resurfacing at the worst times? Even if I’m playing Yozora’s role now, I don’t necessarily have to do things exactly the same way… …Roughly 30 minutes to an hour should wrap this up, right? Once it’s over, I can go back with Sensei, right?

The longer this goes on, the more my head throbs from bizarre fantasies, but… I’ll endure. Until then…

Besides, it’s almost dinner time. Once it’s just me and Sensei alone… I’ll make sure… I get my fill…

“…Like this, Sensei?” “…Ah, yes. Almost like that…” “Mmm…” “…” “…Um, you don’t have to clean so hard… Could you watch for a bit? See if I’m doing it right…?” “…Ah, w-wait a second…”

Maybe my earlier demonstration left too much of an impression. The semen spilled on the bedroom floor gets wiped up with a tissue, and now that’s done too. With nothing left to clean, the once-pristine trash bin now reeks of thick, masculine musk as I teach Senpai the next thing boys tend to like.

And what would that be? Of course… The very first thing we talked about.

“Senpai. Try getting a little closer to Sensei…” “…I’m already close enough, aren’t I?” “They’d prefer if you got even closer… Right?”

…Paizuri.

“…Done?” “Yeah. Like that. Let him sink between your breasts…”

I seat Sensei—who’s making an expression similar to when he’s inside me—at the edge of the bed, then push Senpai toward his still-hard cock, even though he just came. Technically, Senpai stayed seated there even after gulping down his ejaculate earlier, but I did move away, so…

And then, Senpai’s pajama top—lifted earlier when Sensei fondled her chest— “…Excuse me, Senpai. Instead of just pulling it up, undoing the buttons might be better…” “…”

This time, with my own hands. I move behind her, hugging her from the back as I undo a few buttons… Then, slip her ridiculously soft breasts free from the pajama top… And stuff Sensei’s cock between them.

…Not deep enough to reach her sternum. Just enough for the tip to peek out from Senpai’s cleavage.

Next, I instruct her to press her chest from both sides, and— The basic pose is done.

“…”

…Just like that. It feels incredibly lewd. Maybe because Senpai is pretty, and her chest is quite big, but… Beyond that, it’s the mood.

…It feels so indecent. Despite being a girl myself, I can’t even explain it properly. All I can do is stare, mesmerized…

“If you just rub him like this… That’s all there is, right? Move up and down like you’re sliding his length…” “…” “…? Hey…” “…Oh, ah. Right. Since you’ve been practicing fellatio, there’s still a lot of saliva left, so… yeah, you can go all out if you want.” “Is that so…? I’ll spit out a little more just in case.” “…Okay.”

But maybe preparation wasn’t enough, she says.

Still sitting beside Sensei—one of his legs between us—I stare blankly as Senpai combs her fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ears. Then, she sticks her tongue out slightly, letting drool trail down along it. All of it.

The cockhead peeking from her cleavage slowly dampens from her spit. As if to spread it thoroughly, Senpai—breasts pressed snugly together—starts moving her soft flesh up and down in slow strokes.

Burying his shaft completely between her tits— Then pulling back until the sticky, wet crown slips back into view again.

Even if she’s inexperienced with fellatio, she’s already pretty good at paizuri. From the way Sensei’s brows twitch as he sits on the bed, it’s clear. He looked like that when I was pleasuring him too…

…Senpai’s chest must feel really good for him.

“…Before starting, which way should I move first? Tip or base?” “Mmm… That part’s up to you, Senpai.” “…Then…”

What does Senpai want to try first?

With mild curiosity, I watch as she—who had just been pressing from the sides—now engulfs his length fully between her breasts and slides down toward the base.

While mine are slightly bigger, Senpai’s are nothing to scoff at either.

Until the tip sticks out even more than before. “…” “…Hahh…”

And with Sensei’s satisfied sigh, back up she goes. Swallowing his cock deep enough it disappears just like before, Then sinking down again until her tits meet his base.

Once, Twice, Three times, …Four.

By the time a clear fluid starts beading and dripping from the tip glistening between her slicked-up cleavage…

…That’s gotta be it, right? That liquid guys release when they’re feeling good— That stuff.

“…”

If this is her first time doing paizuri… It shouldn’t end with, “You’re already good!” For some reason, it feels like she was better from the start than I was…

“…Hey, Sensei.” “…Yeah?” “…Does this really feel that good?” “…Why? Something seem off?”

Swish, swish.

Compared to the obscene noises, their voices brush past each other on the bed with surprising restraint.

One is Sensei’s—familiar to me. …Specifically, aroused Sensei’s voice.

The other is… a little unfamiliar. Maybe because doing paizuri requires moving her whole body, Or maybe because she’s slightly excited… But her tone is higher than usual, Unlike when she’s with Yozora. Senpai’s voice.

“Just… curious…” “…About what part?” “Rubbing something as simple as flesh against a sex organ… How does that feel so pleasurable?” “First, it’s nice to look at. And… it just feels good. Not as much as hands or mouth, though.” “…Did you prefer it when I used my mouth?” “This feels good. That felt good too.” “Then doing this must… feel good for you too, right?”

Murmurs and rustling overtake the voices again.

Head slightly lowered, Senpai exhales a sigh directly onto the swollen tip— Then, with an obscenely loud licking noise…

“…Mmf~ Feels good…?” “…”

After pushing her breasts down firmly enough to barely reach the tip, she flicks her tongue against it—tap tap tap—

Whether spit or pre-ejaculate, She toys with the transparent fluid stretched between her tongue and his cockhead… Then, instead of swallowing, she smears it all over him.

…When some dribbles escape, she gulps the rest down eagerly before returning to grinding her tits.

Squelch, squelch.

Just like before, stroking him with her cleavage—

“Student Council President, wait…” “…Why?”

But she gets pushed away.

Under silvery-white hair, a pretty forehead wrinkles as Sensei moves her aside with a hand… then stands.

…Only to thrust his still-hard cock right back between Senpai’s clamped cleavage.

Plunge, thrust.

“…Something like this is boys’ preference too?” “…Yeah.”

To Senpai’s detached question, he drops honorifics abruptly— Placing a hand atop her head like he’s petting her—before hammering deeper.

Plunge, thrust.

…It reminds me. Of that time… When he violated Yozora.

Without hesitation.

“…Honestly, seems perverted.” “All men are perverts.” “…Pervert.”

Leaving me—just sitting here swallowing spit blankly—with no choice but to watch helplessly.

He ruins Senpai’s pretty breasts—pang, pang— Even when she asks him to go slower because it hurts more than she expected… He doesn’t ease up.

“My movements aren’t enough… So you’d rather take over?” “…Told you already. Not as good as hands or mouth.” “So you’re saying rough like this is better?” “Preferences vary, but…” “Your preference is clear, Sensei…”

Until finally—

Her suggestion must’ve struck a chord because… He stops momentarily to catch his breath.

“…Lie down on the bed.”

This is where Senpai sleeps every night— Soaked in her scent—and as he lays there silently… Waiting for pajama-clad Senpai to climb atop him… He just observes.

“…Chuup, shlurp… ……Hah…”

Even when she slurps his stiff rod thoroughly to wet it like I did earlier… Even when—remembering his earlier words—she slides straining fingers along the parts her mouth can’t reach…

…Even when she traps his pre-leaking cock between her damp cleavage again…

“…How’s… this?” “…Ghh…” “…The pressure. Feels about right…”

Holding him tight, she squeezes from both sides—before looping an arm over her chest to embrace him tightly… Then, with her free hand, strokes the thick veins bulging at his base.

Only letting out heated breaths while… Somehow locking eyes with an unusually assertive Senpai.

“…Sensei, you’ve had sex with Sua before… So tell me.” “…What do you want to know?” “Right now… Does my chest… feel like that? Like actual sex…?” “Pretty close, but…” “…I see.” “…” “Then… you must be feeling really good right now…?”

…Somehow straying beyond “friend-making lessons”…

Faced with questions that make my heart pound from embarrassment… Sensei indulges them anyway.

“What parts are lacking compared to sex? The pressure? The heat?” “…Usually, she’d be wetter than this… Hah…” “…So if I meet a guy I really like… I should lick him properly first, right? Before doing this…?”

Less spit now, more pre-cum.

Peeling her tightly clamped breasts apart, she pulls free his cock—now stringy with sticky fluid—then… Once more… Bows her head and sucks him off just as I taught her.

Finally, when Senpai’s tongue laps firmly at his twitching tip one last time… She swallows his length back between her soft breasts again— For one last— Uncontrollably pleasurable thrust.

“…How is it? …Better than before?” “…Definitely. More.” “Yeah…?”

And resumes stroking.

Ignoring me entirely, she rubs him relentlessly with her tits— Using both hands to press them tightly inward—

Up. Down. Up. Down.

…Adding more slickness to the twitching shaft peeking from her cleavage.

“…Ah…….” “…Damn… Fuuuck…”

Splurt, spill—

Spurt, spurt, spurt.

Even as cum leaks between her tits with each pump… She keeps going— Ensuring the tip never slips free—

Down.

“……. …Nngh…!” “…Ah, Senpai…!”

Because she moved like that… No, because she made no effort to avoid it…

Now, Senpai’s clean face… Is splattered with Sensei’s cum.

…Her cheeks, hairline— Chin, chest— All of it.

…What do I do? That stuff’s super sticky.

I—I should hurry and grab a tissue before—

“…You should’ve warned me before cumming, Sensei.”

Just as I scramble up— A hushed whisper almost too quiet to hear reaches me.

But well… I can’t make out the words, But it’s obvious.

“You said it felt as good as sex just now…” “…” “…Which isn’t any different from when you creampied me without warning, is it?”

Probably complaining about getting her face dirty— …Or something like that.

Not important.

First—tissues.

Where did I put them earlier? I used some to wipe the floor…