Fat tears rolled down Sensei's cheeks, one by one.
What kind of emotional rollercoaster was this?
"No blood, yet you'd call it my virginity?"
"To me, that trembling Black Thunder over there? Just a guest star—a warm-up act before the real show."
Guys in my past life didn't count losing it to a toy as ditching their virginity—same deal here.
"So, Miyagi's saying… I lost it to a man?"
A flicker of joy—scratch that, a lot of joy—lit her face.
Might as well lean into it.
I leaned close, whispering into her ear.
"To be precise, your student fucked you from behind like a dog, stealing your virginity with his cock."
"O-Oh… ohh!"
Her masochistic shiver rippled through her. But a shadow of regret crossed her face.
"If I'd known this'd happen, I wouldn't have stained the sheets red with that thing."
"Wouldn't that just mean a laundry nightmare?"
"Washing sheets soaked with a maiden's blood? That's a woman's dream."
…Huh.
I pictured Natsuki-san's smug grin, bragging about washing hers. Time to show some manliness.
I downed my ginger ale, ice long melted, in one gulp.
"Getting chilly, huh, Sensei?"
"Yeah, sweat's dried… about time to wrap up?"
She still buzzed with energy, but my offhand remark made her think I'd cooled off—ready to call it a night.
I nodded. "Sure. So… round three?"
"What?"
I gently pried the glass from her hand, setting it with mine on the tray by the floor. The Black Thunder lolling on the sheets? I rolled it aside too—time to retire.
"I'll drench these sheets so bad, you'll wish it was blood instead."
"W-Where'd you learn to talk like—mmph… nngh!?"
I silenced her with a kiss.
The instant our lips met, she convulsed hard. Oh, right—my skill "Sensual Genesis" had wired her lips too. This could be fun.
She twisted, instinctively fleeing the jolt of pleasure, but I gripped her shoulders tight, pinning her. Slowly, I licked her small, trembling lips.
"Nn! Nnh! Nn!"
She pounded my shoulders, my chest, desperate to break free. I ignored it, caressing her lips with mine.
"Nn!? Nnngh!!"
Her body froze, rigid as ice. A kiss alone sent her crashing over the edge.
I finally released her. She collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, eyes locked on me.
"Went off like a firework, huh? Excited by your student's kiss?"
"W-What… just a kiss? Impossible… am I broken?"
A shred of reason lingered, but her gaze melted, lost in a haze.
"Broken's fine by me. I'd get jealous if anyone else did this to you, though."
"N-No, it's… probably just you."
Her earnest stare hit me with an "only you" declaration.
Sweet sentiment—but trouble. I'm Miyagi Kyo, resident playboy. She's not my only playmate, nor my lover, nor my wife. She'd said no strings—no marriage, no claims—but the vibe was shifting. Time to reset the board.
"Glad you feel that way. But I'm not exclusive—I'll mess around with others too."
"…Huh?"
Shock widened her eyes.
"I told you—too much lust to handle."
"B-But that's why I—"
"I like you, Sensei."
"L-Like… me…?"
"But I'm not the 'one-woman' type. You said you wouldn't demand marriage or commitment, right?"
"U-Ugh…"
She groaned, clearly remembering her own words. She'd struck gold with me, yet that possessive streak simmered. Too bad—she couldn't ditch a young stud with a breeding guarantee. I pressed her weakness, locking in our terms.
"Don't like that?"
"W-What?"
"Does it bother you—being fucked by a horny student who screws around?"
"…U-Ugh…"
It did, but losing me? Unthinkable. Her face screamed it.
"Then we end this tonight?"
"No—that's not happening!"
"So, you'll behave and listen to me… right, Sensei, my fuck buddy?"
"F-Fuck buddy? You mean… sex friend? U-Uah, ahh!"
I straddled her on the bed, tongue tracing her neck as I whispered it, cementing the label.
"Don't overthink it. Other girls won't erase what we've got."
"R-Really? They're just schoolgirls, right? Compared to them, I'm—"
"A masochist like you? Rare as hell. I'm not letting go."
"Ah… fuh…"
She quivered at "masochist," no longer denying it. But I'd make her say it—build that foundation.
"You're a masochist, aren't you? Blindfolded by your student, fucked from behind your first time, passing out from the thrill—a total masochist, right?"
"…I-I…"
A faint resistance lingered. I trailed a fingertip down her chest.
"Uhi!"
"I love masochists. Especially obedient older ones who admit it with their own lips."
"I-I'm a masochist… mmph!?"
She steeled herself to speak, but I cut in with a playful idea—kissing her again, licking her lips.
"Pwah! Haa… haah… w-what?"
"Say it sexier, Sensei."
"Huh?"
"That 'I'm a masochist' you started—make it hot. Words your mean, sadistic student'll drool over. What are you to me?"
I pictured "masochist slave"—classic—but this world's nuances might twist it. She could balk, rationality clinging on… unless I shattered it.
I stared into her eyes—bare, no glasses. My god-gifted magic eyes.
She swallowed hard. Resolve? Reason? Dignity?
"I-I'm… your fuck buddy… your bitch slave. Use me however you want."
Fuck buddy status: locked in!
And there it was—mine, fully surrendered, no turning back.
(A/N: Whelp, I posted chapter 37 instead of chapter 36. So that means you guys get an extra chapter cause of my mistake.
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