"…You're full of energy, huh."
Sensei's gaze landed on my groin, where—despite my black boxers—my erection was making itself loudly known. Sorry, dear mentor, for this insolent son who won't even bow his head.
"I told you I can't control it, didn't I?"
"Well, yeah, you did. So… can I take those off?"
Her hands wiggled in the air awkwardly. If this were some middle-aged dude, it'd be unbearable to watch, but a stunning female teacher in a suit wiggling her fingers in front of a guy's naked body? It should've been erotic… but nah, just kinda pathetic.
"Let's ditch the hand thing. It's ruining the mood."
"Hm, fair."
Then it hit me.
"Penalty time."
"Huh?"
"From now on, every time you do something lame, I'm dishing out a penalty."
"W-What? You didn't mention this!"
As she floundered, I delivered the verdict with icy precision.
"Take off my boxers. No hands."
"What!?"
I pointed at the black fabric in question.
"H-How am I supposed to do that?"
"Don't just ask me—think for yourself a little!"
"Ugh, you don't have to snap…"
After a moment of pondering, she crouched in front of me—arms crossed, standing tall like a defiant statue—and mimed biting the waistband.
"Is this what you mean?"
"Correct. Go for it."
"Grr… Making me do something this perverted…"
Grumbling, she latched onto the elastic with her mouth and started tugging it down.
"Wait, doesn't this turn you on?"
She paused, looking up at me. "…You're not creeped out?"
"Not at all. Oh, and in case it's not obvious, I've got a sadistic streak."
"Yeah, crystal clear. You're shameless enough to order your teacher around like this."
"So, how's it feel? Being told to strip your student's boxers with your mouth?"
"…I swore I'd never admit this."
Oh great, another heavy revelation? I was already buckling under this world's reality—don't pile on more.
But then she dropped something intriguing.
"I might get judged as a woman for this, but… I like guys who take the lead. And, well, being told what to do? Kinda hot."
Well, well.
Always playing the strict teacher, keeping up appearances for the students—makes sense that'd build up some cravings. Or maybe not. I don't know.
"No need to beat around the bush."
"Huh?"
"Tonight, a masochistic woman met a sadistic guy. It's fate."
"Not sure if you think that's profound, but it's awful. Hold still."
She went back to work, gnawing at the waistband and wrestling it down. It wasn't going smoothly.
"This is tough. Actually, impossible."
The half-lowered boxers snagged on my erection, refusing to budge. Tugging one side with her mouth just wasn't cutting it.
"Sorry about that. My naughty little guy's acting up. Usually, he's tamer."
"Where do you even get these old-lady gags?"
Not dad jokes—old-lady gags, apparently. Guess middle-aged humor stays lame across worlds.
"Alright, Miyuki-san."
"Wh-Wha—oof, what?"
Still jittery from the first-name treatment, huh. Forget cross-world gag comparisons—time for a new proposal.
"Since you've confessed to your masochistic side, how about we rethink how I address you?"
"I didn't say I was a masochist—"
Cutting off her mumbling excuses, I locked eyes and went for it.
"Miyuki."
"Eep!"
She shivered hard at the sudden drop of honorifics. No anger, no resistance—just pure delight at being called out by a younger guy. Total M vibes.
"First name only, or stick with 'Sensei'? Your pick."
Personally, I'd vote "Sensei"—maxes out the vibe of this setup. But she winced again, same as before.
"Being called 'Sensei' just ramps up the guilt…"
Though this time, it wasn't a flat rejection. She was wavering.
Now's my shot!
"Isn't that the fun part? We're a real teacher and student, after all."
"N-No… That's one line I… If I cross it, I…"
She clenched her teeth, resisting. I slipped behind her.
"Really no good? I'd love to call you 'Sensei' while I grab this tight little ass—"
"Eek!"
I brushed her backside gently. Small, firm—perfect.
"—squeeze it hard, mess you up good. Thrusting every time I say 'Sensei.'"
"Ugh… ohhh…"
"Like this—'Sensei,' 'Sensei'—"
My hand slid up and down her ass with each whisper, just stroking, nothing more, right by her ear.
"…Ngh!"
Her back arched sharply.
"Huh?"
Did she just… climax?
"N-No! That was… just a little! A fluke, that's all! I'm not quick or anything!"
She whirled around, frantically covering, but her legs wobbled like she could barely stand.
"You came, didn't you?"
"Ugh…"
"You did, right?"
"…Yeah."
Less my technique, more her overactive imagination running wild and pushing her over the edge. Picturing herself getting pounded from behind while being called "Sensei" must've hit her sweet spot good.
It's settled.
"So, 'Sensei' it is?"
"…Please."
She'd finally given in. Honesty about her desires? Good for her.
"B-But wait!"
"What's up?"
Ever the teacher, she wasn't done fighting.
"The name thing's hard to let go of! Every woman my age dreams of a younger guy calling her by name—it pierces you. Stabs right through the heart, all over!"
"…Sure."
So, it wasn't all guilt—she'd craved the intimacy of her name being called too, torn between both. Here I'd thought her turmoil was noble—turns out it was just longing.
"Then how about a rotation? Next time, 'Miyuki-san,' maybe even plain 'Miyuki' thrown in?"
Half-joking, I tossed it out.
"Really!?"
Her beaming grin locked me in—no backing out now.
"Of course."
"You're such a good kid, Miyagi—an angel!"
A student aiming to bed his teacher isn't exactly "good."
"Left my wings behind, but I'll try to be your angel tonight—Sensei?"
I hugged her from the front, whispering in her ear with a soft puff of breath.
"Eep!"
Her knees buckled, and I caught her as she nearly collapsed.
The female teacher had officially fallen.