A tight skirt.
I hooked my fingers on the side zipper, easing it down slowly.
"Sensei, tell me what I'm doing right now."
"U-Uhm… uh, you're sliding down my skirt's zipper?"
"Correct. Here's your reward—a kiss."
I pressed my lips to her cheek, deliberately letting the soft *chu* echo.
"Ahh!"
"Sensei? Did you forget what I said already?"
"I-I know, I know—sexier voice. I'm trying, but… this state I'm in, it's tough."
"I'm not stopping."
The zipper gave way, and the skirt slipped silently to the carpet. Beneath, white silk panties matched her top, paired with black stockings—an exquisite sight.
"Very sexy."
"R-Really? I… bought them yesterday!"
No need to admit that.
The fantasy's hotter when I imagine her always wearing something this daring. Still, knowing she went shopping just for tonight—for me—warms me in its own way. Men are complicated creatures.
Now, the stockings.
Tricky business, these. Their allure and depth spark endless debates in certain circles—philosophy turned shouting matches over taste.
Amateur take here, but I see two main approaches in play: tear them for that raw edge, or roll them to the thighs and hold them there.
Ripped stockings, panties shoved aside for entry—visually, it's pure fire. But for women? A straight-up rage trigger. Tearing clothes is for manga and adult films, not real life. Asking "Can I rip them?" and getting a yes feels… off, like my inner voice rebels against it.
Solution: I'll gift her a pair next time. For now, option two—thighs it is.
Still tricky, though. Stockings limit her movement. Picture a guy with pants bunched at his thighs—standing's shaky, and on a bed, you're a caterpillar. Stretchy as they are, they don't bind that much, but positions get constrained. Wide spreads? Out of the question.
No issue. I've got this. Stocking play, engaged.
What? Just take them off? In this moment? Absurd. Bare legs are an easy shift later—going back kills the heat. This isn't the time to praise naked skin, simple as that.
"M-Miyagi?"
"Oh—sorry. I was lost in your legs' perfection."
I'd lingered too long.
As an apology, I knelt at her feet, brushing my fingers lightly against her calf, tracing upward with a slow, deliberate caress.
"Hiaaa!"
"So, Sensei, where am I touching you now?"
"Y-Your legs!"
"Right. And here?"
My fingers slid from her thigh to her ass.
"M-My..."
"Your ass."
"My ass!"
"Well done."
A kiss on her neck—chu.
"Hii!"
She still stood dutifully, hands clasped behind her, those perky peaks sharpening under the silk.
I flicked one with a fingertip.
"Hng! M-My nipple… you're teasing it."
Unprompted, she started narrating her own torment. Hoping for a reward?
"Correct."
A kiss to her nape.
"Uuaah…"
Not knowing where my lips would land next seemed to thrill her. Even after I pulled back, her shoulders twitched faintly.
"Oh? Sensei, are you cold?"
"N-No, it's not that…"
I knew it wasn't chills—just teasing her.
"Shall I warm you up? I run hot, you know."
"Y-Yeah… I might've cooled off a bit!"
Her quick flip to desire? I didn't mind it.
"If I may."
I wrapped her in my arms, our half-naked skin pressing close—warmth blooming where we touched.
"So warm…"
"Isn't it?"
Pure comfort. The softness and heat of another's skin—simple, soothing bliss.
But then—
"S-Something's… touching me."
Through her stockings, my erection grazed her thigh.
"Want a kiss? Explain it properly, like before. What's touching you?"
"Ugh… Miyagi's… c-c-cock… against my thigh."
"…"
"W-Was that wrong? Uh…"
I froze, missing the kiss, and she thought she'd flubbed it.
"No—it was perfect. If we were in class I would give you a gold star."
Still holding her, I brushed her right earlobe with my fingers, kissing the left.
"U-Uh… ahn…"
Glorious.
Natsuki-san and I say "penis," but Sensei opts for the cutest peak of adult femininity. Please, never change.
I released her from the embrace.
"Ah…"
"Now, describe everything I do, step by step, in your own words."
She let out a wistful breath as I circled behind her, fingers hooking her stockings.
"Y-You're… pulling down my stockings."
"Exactly."
A petite ass emerged, its bare curves peeking past the silk. I kissed one round edge.
"Eep! D-Don't kiss my ass!"
I chuckled and raised my head slowly to face her blushed face. She was still blindfolded. Her breath hot and erratic.
Sticky dew clung to both of our skins. The smell of debauchery was thick in the air. I didn't mind exploring other places of her body in place of Fuyuhara's ass, but I had to understand why she was so opposed to it.
"Why's that?"
"Too intense…"
"I see."
What man stops after hearing that?
I flicked my tongue against it.
"Uho! …S-Sorry! That was reflex!"
Fine. I give up. If I had to hear those goofy sound effects for the rest of the night, so be it. It was her quirk—part of the charm.
"Hold still."
"G-Got it."
I rolled the stockings down smoothly, stopping above her knees.
"Hm? Not all the way?"
"Too precious to waste. Unlike you, I love clothed play."
She hesitated, then ventured, "…Hey, Miyagi?"
"Yes?"
"Maybe… put the uniform back on?"
This from the teacher who'd nixed it earlier over guilt. Guess "no two words from a woman" doesn't apply here.
"Sure."
"R-Really?"
"Lots of your dreams are coming true tonight, huh?"
A playful jab.
"Seriously! Thank you, Miyagi!"
"Y-Yeah…"
Blindfolded, she beamed the wrong way, gratitude misplaced. My sarcasm backfired—I felt a twinge of guilt.
"But that's later. Eyes stay covered."
"Got it!"
Good answer.
I tugged the stockings lower, fingers sliding to the silk shorts hugging her small ass.
"Taking these off now."
"H-Haha… this is… pretty embarrassing."
"Tell me what's so embarrassing."
"…Being stripped naked by my student… blindfolded… ohh…"
Her back shivered with each word she forced out. I leaned in, breath hot against her ear.
"True. Just hours ago, we were teacher and student in a classroom."
"Ugh… fuh!"
Her back arched sharper. I slid the shorts down, her skin prickling as it met the air.
"Such a gorgeous ass."
"T-This is… so… humiliating…!"
I lowered the shorts to match the stockings, then rose, taking her hand.
The next step awaits.
(A/N: You wanna know what else awaits? You giving me those sweet sweet Powerstones. Lock in, let's get those extra chapters people.)