I zeroed in on Sensei's thrust-out ass.
Not with my cock—but my raised hand.
"Ah!"
A sharp smack landed.
"That hurts!"
"'Come on!' isn't it. I've told you—seduce me sexier—over and over, right?"
This warranted anger. Mood? Ruined. Beyond frustration—I could cry.
I didn't want a jock vibe from my teacher. I craved a mature woman—embracing her younger student with forbidden allure, melting me with her poise.
"Right, got it. I'll try."
She paused, ass still aimed my way, thinking. I wasn't holding my breath.
Then, with a spark, she twisted her neck, locking eyes with me.
"Mmm, come here, little boy?"
"Two points."
Bam!—a slap hard enough to leave a handprint.
"Ow!"
"Not 'ow'! My heart's the one hurting!"
Enough.
"Punishment time."
"M-Miyagi, wait, slow—ahhh!"
My left hand yanked her hips close, my cock plunging in deep. Then—
"Huh? Ahh! W-Why's it—!? Ngh, ahh!"
My right hand stroked her cheek from behind. Sensei, now a masochist wired to feel her face, hadn't grasped it yet—helpless as I toyed with her.
Unfamiliar bliss—pleasure sparking from a mere touch—tightened her grip on me unconsciously. Testing "Sensual Genesis," I shifted from her cheek to pinch her earlobe.
"Nnh!? Hiaa!"
Reaction confirmed.
My release hadn't hit her ears last time, but the effect stretched wide. How far from the first splash did it reach? More research needed.
I brushed her nape.
"Fuh… ahh!"
Stronger, but just normal sensitivity—her face's new wiring had her senses in chaos, amplifying everything.
Messing with her face and ears confirmed it: her whole visage, ear to ear, was now an erogenous zone.
"…M-Miyagi, I-I'm done… finish quick, please…"
She'd been panting, climaxing softly, but now her breaths rasped, chest heaving with each small swell of her breasts—flushed and hyperventilating.
Pierced from behind, begging her student for release—Sensei, the tracksuit-clad tyrant of the classroom, now fueled my fire.
Pleasure climbed my spine, trembling.
"Going now."
"M-Mouth, right? I know."
Sorry—no mouth this time.
I savored her to the brink, then pulled out. She sank down, facing me, lips parted, waiting. I cradled her head with both hands.
"Nnh! Hiaa!!"
I aimed for her face, unloading.
My cock pulsed before her eyes, streaking her forehead, cheeks, lips—coating her in white. Careful of her eyes, I drenched her.
"Ah… ahh…!"
Her hands clawed the air, body convulsing with each hot splash she felt.
"Feels amazing, huh? Your student's cum all over your face."
"W-Why…? This—hiaa!"
She peaked hard, collapsing to the carpet, dazed eyes peering up at me.
I dangled my cock before her.
"Guys need cleaning after, right?"
"…Y-Yeah, I know…"
She leaned in.
"Sensei? What're you doing?"
"Nnh… cleaning—fah…"
She rubbed her cheek against my cock.
Each brush jolted her, yet she kept going, smearing the mess across her face. It dripped from her forehead, trailed her cheeks, and reached her lips—she licked it.
"…Nnh!"
A small dose, but "Cum-and-Climax" kicked in, arching her back in a light orgasm. Eyes glazed, still nuzzling me, she murmured up at me.
"Men… sex… it's this incredible…"
"Not with most guys."
"Heh… bold claim."
True, but silence is cooler here.
Her words, though—like she'd never had sex. Yet she wasn't a virgin and mentioned it'd "been a while." Could I ask now?
"Sensei."
"Hm? What?"
She toyed with the cum on her fingers, gazing up.
"Might lack tact, but…"
"After this? No need to hold back."
"Who was your first?"
She blinked, then grinned wickedly.
"Heh. Haha! What's this, Miyagi? Claiming me as yours, yet jealous? Cute little punk."
Annoying.
She's gorgeous—why does she pull off "smug jerk" so well? Yesterday, she was the model teacher.
"Fine. Break time—want my old tales?"
"Yes."
"Sit on the bed. I'll wash up and grab drinks."
Naked, she strode from the bathroom, vanishing deeper into the room.
(A/N: The truth is, I'll never run out of cringey lines to say at the end of the chapter. You want them to stop? Give me those sweet sweet powerstones. )