"What's up, Goddess? Something to say?"
"No, you're the one who wants to talk, right? Seems you've noticed one of your activated skills."
Knew it.
"I figured oral might push it, but this? Coming from a facial? That's beyond weird—what's going on?"
"That's the effect of Seikan Kaibyaku—Sensual Genesis."
…Huh?
"Are you just tossing big words around to sound legit?"
"Not my naming choice. Besides, it's not like you shout skill names to activate them—fancy titles won't ruin your day. That said, your tone could use more reverence and gratitude toward a goddess, don't you think?"
Oops—poked the bear.
Best check the details before she gets pricklier.
"So, what's this… whatever-it's-called skill do? I'm not fully getting it."
"The first place your seed touches becomes an erogenous zone for them."
…Wait, what?
"The last girl? Her mouth. This woman? Her face. Those spots are now awakened as pleasure points. Human potential's wild, huh?"
Don't say it like it's some chakra nonsense.
"That's insane—what's the point of a skill like that?"
"It's one of your bestowed abilities, originally held by succubi or lust demons. This one forces an erogenous zone onto even the numbest partners, making them susceptible to your charm."
A swords-and-sorcery crash course, huh?
Makes sense, though. With Natsuki-san, "Cum-and-Climax" and "Sensual Genesis" synced up when she took me inside—knocking her out cold. Sensei's face got "awakened" this time, but without swallowing, "Cum-and-Climax" didn't trigger, so she's barely hanging on.
Still…
"Uh, so her face is an erogenous zone… forever now?"
I pointed at Sensei, half-worried.
That's intense—life-disrupting, even. Shuddering every morning washing her face?
"It only activates from your touch—or anything you apply. Specifically, your contact, your… contributions, or similar acts turn it on. Not her own touch, nor anyone else's."
"Oh, then…"
Not bad—almost said it, but caught myself.
"Pretty amazing skill, huh?"
"You'd outshine a pro succubus with it. I'm off now. Oh, and respect me more."
"I'm grateful—honestly."
"Then it's faith you're lacking. Morning, noon, night—chant, 'Thank you, beautiful and kind goddess.'"
A goddess gag?
Politeness demands a quip back.
"Just once a day?"
"…Fine. Keep at it."
She took it straight.
Wait—seriously pray now? Eh, won't kill me.
I turned to Sensei, still limp, and gave her shoulder a light shake.
"You okay, Sensei?"
"Ugh… y-yeah, I'm fine, fine."
Her voice answered, but her face was a mess—barely any makeup to ruin, yet smeared with my release. Quite a sight.
What do I even do?
"…What am I doing?"
She pushed herself up, legs shaky, sniffing her hands—baffled by the scent and her own act of rubbing it in.
Can't exactly blame the goddess, so I dodged.
"Guess you've got some unique tastes. Maybe a masochist's flair—or a long-held fantasy?"
"No, I'm not that depraved… though after that shameless display, I've got no leg to stand on. It was a lapse—forget it. Please don't judge me."
She eyed me nervously, but I flashed an accepting smile and nodded.
"It's fine. I'll take all of you, Sensei."
"…Miyagi, you're an angel! Oh, praise the god who fated this meeting!"
That god's kind of a jerk, actually.
"Joking aside, I'm showering. This is… well, you get it."
Back to her senses, she grimaced at the stickiness.
"M-Miyagi, you're still… up for more, right?"
I'd bragged about not tapping out after one or two rounds—she must've feared a shower meant the end.
Not my call to answer.
"Ask him."
"…He's looking lively—good to know."
My cock, as ever, refused to bow to her—rude little bastard.
"Wait a sec, then. I'll rinse off quick."
"Sensei."
"Hm?"
"Need your back washed?"
She froze.
"…Really?"
Calm words, but her wide eyes screamed, "For real!?"
I ignored it, smiling.
"Of course."
Kneeling, I helped peel off her half-down stockings and shorts. Naked together, we stepped into the shower.
"Oh, showering with a high school boy—straight-up criminal."
"Yeah, we'd get busted."
"…Reality just hit hard."
Hot water flowed, yet she shivered like it was ice.
"It's fine. Two years tops—no one'll know."
"Y-Yeah, my place is safe…"
Whoops—school's off-limits, per our deal. My mind was already mapping out fun spots there, though.
…Could I sway her now?
"How about at school?"
"Huh?"
"To really feel I've claimed you, it's gotta be there."
"C-Claimed me…?"
She trembled—not anger, but that masochistic spark flaring up.
"You're mine, Sensei. Next year, I'll get you pregnant."
I lifted her wet hair, whispering into her ear with a kiss.
"…Ugh, ahn…!"
"It'll work—no one'll catch us. You want it too, don't you? Sex with your student at school?"
"Ugh… I do. But still—"
"A locked spot no students can access?"
She'd have keys to restricted areas.
"Maybe… no, still…"
"Uniform play'd spice it up."
"!"
Hot water cascaded down her back as I ran my hands over her—nape, shoulders, spine—each touch making her quiver. Reaching her ass, I dug my nails in hard, abandoning the gentle strokes.
"Ahh!"
"Imagine—school, secretly gripping this ass like before, taking you over and over from behind. You want that, don't you?"
"U-Ugh… o-okay!"
She caved.
"But no recklessness! Only when I say it's fine!"
"Of course. Then you'll invite me, right?"
I'm not that risk-hungry. Plus, a teacher's invite? Pure fire.
"Y-Yeah, I'll… ah, invite you!"
I pressed my nails deeper, tormenting her ass.
"If you don't, I'll make the first move at school."
"O-Okay, just behave there—please!"
I released her, soothing the claw marks with a gentle rub. Firm, toned—perfect to stroke, spank, or grab.
My cock turned even more defiant toward her.
"…Another round here?"
"Really!? I-I mean, can you… so soon?"
Her unspoken "After just now?" met my still-hard cock poking her ass, declaring war.
"One or two rounds not ending it… you weren't kidding."
Awe laced her sultry tone.
Then I recalled the goddess's words. Face as an erogenous zone—true or not? Half-doubting, I hugged her from behind, brushing her cheek lightly.
"…Kyaa!?"
A scream—kyaa, no less. Adorable.
"N-No, that wasn't—! Something shot up my spine, I couldn't help it…"
Stunned by her own cry, she clapped a hand over her mouth, blushing furiously.
"Something wrong, Sensei?"
Feigning innocence, I grazed her cheek again, feather-light.
"Haan!"
Her stomach clenched, legs buckling as she sank. The showerhead slipped, dousing her hair and face, but no "Genesis" kicked in there.
"…Got it."
The "beautiful, kind goddess" said "anything you apply," but water's off the list. I could guess what did trigger it, though.
"You okay, Sensei?"
"W-What… what's wrong with me?"
She touched her face gingerly—nothing happened, of course.
"Worn out? Ready to rest?"
"…No way I'd waste this!"
She stood firm, turning her back to me.
"Come on!"
Ass thrust out—again with the bad habits. How many times must I say it?