I took Sensei's hand gently, her eyes still veiled by the blindfold.
In her own room, her steps carried little hesitation.
"Easy now—don't stumble."
I guided her to the wall.
"Hands here."
"…Like this?"
"Yes. Now part your legs a little."
"Wait… standing, from behind?"
"Precisely."
Stockings bunched low look their best like this—hands braced, offered up. No contest.
"Even I feel guilty pushing it this far."
"…?"
"It's like I'm treating a man like a dog. And you're my student…"
Oh, got it—another quirk of this world.
To me, it's a feral thrill—taking her like a beast. To her, a woman here, it's her commanding a man like a pet. Fine by me. I'll play the hound—even a butter dog if it comes to that.
"Sensei."
"Hm?"
"Imagine it: me, ravishing you like a dog."
"…"
I pressed a finger to her bare back, trailing it down her spine, slow and deliberate.
"Uaaah…"
Her hips trembled, unsteady.
"I told you before, didn't I? How I'd claim this ass from behind, whispering 'Sensei, Sensei' all the while."
"Y-Yes… you did…"
"So it's okay, right?"
"Okay—perfect! Anything now!"
She nodded feverishly, beyond words.
"Head down, then. Hands on this wall."
I stroked her hair, easing her lower, guiding her palms to brace.
"Legs apart. Yes, just so."
She complied, spreading as far as her shorts and stockings allowed, ass tilted toward me. Plenty enough.
I caressed her bare cheeks, fingers sliding down, then forward.
…Huh?
"Smooth as glass."
Not a hint of hair anywhere.
"U-Uh, ahn! I-I told you… I shaved!"
She wasn't kidding—and went all out. Natsuki-san said bare was shameful, didn't she?
"I'm naturally light, but… I read online guys like it smooth."
"My preference, sure, but it varies."
"Yours? Then it was worth it—nngh!"
Too cute.
Her slit glistened, soaked. I traced my middle finger along it.
"Ready whenever, huh?"
"Please—I've been on edge forever!"
One thing first—a check. Tempering my heat with cool reason, I asked.
"Protection?"
"Uh… today's… probably fine!"
Expected that flow—zero weight to it, though. Better play it safe.
"Just to be sure, can I finish in your mouth?"
"M-Mouth? …Y-Yes!"
Not finishing inside doesn't erase the risk—precum's a wild card—but if it happens, I'd own it as destiny.
"And… slow, you said?"
"Y-Yeah. Work's kept me busy… it's been a while."
Recently?
Her sugar mommy gig flopped, and she's single. "Been a while" since what, then? Something to dig into later.
"…H-Hurry…"
She wiggled her little ass, seeking me. I gave it a firm smack.
"Ah! W-What!?"
"I've got a sadistic side—couldn't resist."
Not jealousy. Not spite for her first, either.
"It won't sting much. Feels good, doesn't it, Sensei?"
I tapped her lightly, probing.
"…J-Just… don't overdo it?"
"Of course."
Another sharp smack.
"Hia!"
Her back bowed, responding. I dropped my boxers, pressing myself to her, brushing her hair aside from her ear.
"Ah…"
"What's happening?"
"Your… cock's about to—nngh!"
Mid-sentence, I eased in, parting her soft warmth.
"…Nnh!"
Her back slithered like a snake, a sweet moan spilling out, echoing in the room.
"So, Sensei—what now?"
"Y-You're making me say it… now?"
That's the game's allure.
"Quick."
A crisp slap to her ass.
"Hii! Fuh… Your cock's deep, burning inside me."
No vulgar "pussy"—perfect. I'm not into that either; "cock" has charm, but the other's are too crude. Some swear by it, sure—probably pals with the "ass over butt" crowd. Not my type.
"Hot, huh?"
"Yes—move! Take me like a dog, calling me 'Sensei'—ahh!"
I gripped her hips tight, pulling back slow, then thrusting hard.
"Sensei."
"Nn!"
I lingered deep, kissing her back, then withdrew and slammed in again.
"Ahh!"
"Sensei, Sensei…"
"…Nnh, nnh!"
My pace built, kisses raining down her spine—licking, sucking. Red marks stained her skin.
"Hii… ahn!"
She writhed with each thrust, but my hold pinned her. Our connection flared hotter, wetter, slick sounds swelling.
"Sensei, Sensei!"
"Uuh… hngh!"
The surge rose in me—sharper than with Natsuki-san, electrifying. Her stern teacher mask shattered, replaced by this pleading, moaning mess—her icy aura begging for my touch—drove me wild.
But I stopped dead.
"M-Miyagi? …Nnh, nnh…"
Even still, she rocked against me, chasing it.
"Faster—your move."
A sharp smack.
"Ahh!"
Jolted, she tossed her head up, hair flailing as she sped up at my command.
"U-Uh… like this?"
"Good—damn good. Keep it up."
I struck the other cheek, harder.
"Hii! Nn, ahh!"
She found her groove, accelerating. Blindfold's time was up. Tracing her back, I slipped it off.
"Fuuu… ahh! Miyagi!"
Eyes free, hands still braced, she craned to see me.
"What, Sensei?"
"I-I'm…!"
Another smack.
"Iggh!"
"Say it clear—what's 'I'm'?"
"Gonna cum! My mind's breaking! You're not yet!?"
Panting, voice frayed, she fought her edge.
"Go first."
"A woman… first?"
This world's female-first rule? But if I finish early, she might feel cheated.
"Then work that ass harder."
Thwack! Thwack!—loudest yet.
"Nnnh! Haa, haa!"
"More—come on, Sensei!"
I drove deep, spanking relentlessly.
"…I'm close too."
That sweet, tingling rush surged up. Gripping her reddened ass, I spread it wide, plunging deeper.
"Mouth, okay?"
"Yes—hurry, I'm—cumming!"
Her body convulsed, knees buckling as she sank to the carpet. I pulled out, slick and shining, and brought it to her lips.
"Open, Sensei."
"U-Uh… haa, haa…"
Quaking, breathless, she just stared up.
"Ugh…"
I couldn't hold it—release hit, streaking across her face.
"Nn? Hia!?"
A flood of white splashed her, unavoidable in her daze, coating her skin.
"Ahh… ahhh!"
She cupped her face, then—smeared it, rubbing it in.
"S-Sensei?"
"U… haha… nnh!"
Another peak hit—drool dripping, tears spilling, spasms fiercer than before.
"What? Coming from a facial? That's real?"
Something's off.
Natsuki-san's oral climaxes made sense—swallowing triggered her "cum-and-climax" thing. But this? No intake, just raw reaction.
…Wait.
"Boy. Can you hear me? I'm speaking straight to your mind."
As if right on que, I heard the familar lull of the goddess calling to me. Since sensei's half-out, dazed. A quick god-chat won't hurt.