So.
I'd just told Fuyuhara-sensei to seduce me with sexy words.
"Miyagi, what did you just say?"
Her expression screamed, 'I never imagined you'd ask for that'. Fair enough.
"Do you think all that stiff talk about 'sexual intercourse' is going to get me hard?"
"H-Hard…? W-What are you talking about?"
"I think you know, what."
"…"
She finally looked down, her ears blazing red.
For someone involved in this whole "sugar mommy" thing, wasn't she a bit too innocent?
"By the way, Sensei…"
"What?"
"How's your track record with being a sugar mommy so far? Any big wins?"
"…I don't want to talk about it."
"Come on, I'm curious. Someone as gorgeous as you must have tons of experience, right?"
"…"
Still looking down, she shot me a glare.
"Uh, no need to give me that scary look—"
"Zero."
"Huh?"
"I started panicking when I hit twenty-four, okay? I've tried every app and site, poured in time and money—and in two years, I've met exactly zero guys."
"No way."
Like I thought earlier, was the bar for sugar sisters that insanely high?
"I managed to set up a few dates, but our terms never matched."
"Oh, so it's just business mismatches?"
"The second I mentioned I wanted to get pregnant, instant block."
"They hate it that much?"
"Wouldn't you? Making a kid's a burden for guys here—no upside."
"Is that how it works?"
I still couldn't wrap my head around it, let alone accept it. Then again, I was an outsider to this world. The values Sensei just laid out? That's the norm here.
"If anything, you're the weird one for being so chill about it, Miyagi. Even during that special class with Yamazaki-sensei the other day, you didn't panic while we were talking about you know what, you sat right in front of me."
"Yeah, but isn't it normal to sit near your homeroom teacher?"
"Normally, male students stick close to male teachers."
What? Sit in front of some wrinkly old geezer when there's a beautiful teacher right there? That sounded like torture.
"You don't show any distrust or disgust toward your classmates either, Miyagi. Is that how you were raised?"
"Dunno. Never really thought about it. I don't mind women, though…"
"But?"
"But I don't want to get close with just anyone."
I caught a vibe from her words—like she was probing if I'd settle for any girl—so I shut that down. Then, with a meaningful glance, I silently added, "But I do want to get close to you, Sensei."
"D-Don't tease me."
"I'm dead serious—that's why I'm even talking about this."
Okay, we'd veered way off track.
If she was steering us there on purpose, that was all the more reason to get back on course.
"So, Sensei, let's pick up where we left off. Seduce me with some naughty words."
"Y-You remembered that?"
She groaned, her face still flushed to her ears. A sharp, stunning woman blushing with embarrassment? Absolutely gorgeous.
"T-To me…?"
"Yes, to me."
More groaning, her cheeks still red.
"…I want you to fill me up raw."
"Okay. 'I want you to fill me up raw'—five points."
Not bad, but too bland. And her face was way too serious—like some tough female lead negotiating in an action flick.
"That's harsh! T-This was humiliating enough as it is!"
"Out of a hundred, by the way."
My ruthless judgment dropped the cold, hard truth.
"So harsh I'm dying to know what gets a hundred."
"At minimum, you need who's doing what to whose where, and how they want it. That's non-negotiable."
"Why am I the one getting lectured here? Hey, that meat's burning!"
"Oops—thanks… Mmm, delicious! Alright, retry."
"You're serious?"
From there, as I savored the tasty meat, I had her keep practicing her lewd lines. The private room filled with the sizzle of grilling and Sensei's increasingly filthy words.
She gave it her all for about fifteen minutes.
"I want my frustrated self stuffed full of my student's cum! How's that!?"
"…Eh, good enough."
In the end, I caved.
"Hey, give me a score! I nailed it this time, right?"
"Fifteen-ish, but we're done here."
"No way! After all that effort!?"
At first, she'd been shy, but as my scores stayed low, she got fired up. Embarrassment flew out the window—she turned into a machine, rattling off every dirty word she knew to rack up points. All sense of charm or subtlety? Gone. We'd just wasted a ton of time.
"Sensei, you're fundamentally terrible at this. You're missing the point."
"Well, excuse me! No one's ever told me to do something like this!"
"Fair, but…"
I glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Sensei, do you have an early start tomorrow?"
It was Friday night, but teachers working Saturdays wasn't unheard of.
"No, I'm off."
"Great. Then we've got all the time in the world, huh?"
"…Y-Yeah."
Time slipped by as we ate and I teased her. She'd already agreed to be my "sugar mommy," but I had one non-negotiable condition she needed to accept before we could move forward.
"Alright, Sensei. Let's get serious."
"Hm? What's up?"
"You've been begging me to knock you up in all sorts of ways just now—"
"You made me say it! And then graded me!"
She looked utterly drained—nothing like her usual self.
"Here's the bottom line: I can't fulfill your request as-is."
"…I see."
Her disappointment was palpable, but—
"Hear me out to the end. Could you put a time limit on this pregnancy thing?"
"A time limit? Conditions?"
"Look, I'm all for skipping protection—it feels way better, so I'm on board."
"Y-Yeah… You're so blunt about your urges."
A beautiful woman blushing at my every direct word? I could watch that forever, but I had to stay focused.
"No protection means you could get pregnant as early as tonight, right?"
"T-Tonight? Uh, yeah, I guess… I mean, it's not impossible."
Her voice trembled at "tonight"—probably the realization hitting her that she'd actually be sleeping with me. The slight delay after? Maybe she was mentally calculating her cycle. Not the highest odds, but not zero either. Must be that kind of day.
"That'd put me in a bind."
"No, I'd never burden you—"
"If you take maternity leave, what happens to my sex drive while you're gone?"
"…Oh, I get it."
Her face lit up with sudden understanding.