Miyagi's words caught me off guard.
Not just "Sensei," but my name too?
A fantasy straight out of the staff room's lustful gossip—fulfilled? Is he an angel?
"Is that okay!?"
I couldn't help raising my voice.
"You're such a good kid—an angel!"
For real—an angel. How many flavors of sweet does he pack? This isn't a dream, right? If someone said I'd burned all my life's luck today, I'd have zero regrets—just gratitude.
Trembling with awe, Miyagi suddenly dove into my chest. His lips brushed my ear.
"I forgot my wings, but I'll try to be your angel, Sensei," he whispered, breath teasing me.
"Hyah!"
My knees buckled—he caught me. His strength held firm, his chest cozy. Plus, he smelled amazing. I could breathe him in forever.
That's when I finally stepped into womanhood.
He stripped me with a skill beyond any high schooler. Resistance? Kisses rained down, locking me in place. Before I knew it, my jacket and shirt were gone, and I was flashing my best bra.
At first, he stared at my chest. Captivated by my killer figure? I almost smirked, but his face looked troubled, deep in thought. Young guys' minds—especially male ones—are a mystery to women, shifting faster than mountain weather.
"What's up? Staring that hard makes me shy."
I covered up, embarrassed.
"Sensei, you're gorgeous. Move your hands—let me see."
"R-Really? Well, uh…"
Flattering, sure, but it just made me shyer. He pressed closer.
"Put your hands behind your back, Sensei."
"Eep! O-Okay!"
His whisper hit my ear—I obeyed on reflex, thrusting my chest out. Breasts aren't that exciting anyway—just milk machines, right?
Then my skirt came off, and he blindfolded me with a hairband. In the dark, his lips and fingers roamed my body. Stockings half-down, panties lowered—I bared everything to him. My face had never burned this hot. The shame was indescribable. Without the blindfold, I might've lost it.
Yes, still blindfolded. What's he planning?
He took my hand, guiding me slowly. My house—I knew the layout. Nothing ahead but a wall.
"Put your hands there."
"Like this?"
Wall confirmed.
"Yes. Now spread your legs a bit."
Huh? What's this? No way—
"Standing? From behind?"
"Yeah."
Seriously?
"That's too much—I'd feel bad making you."
Truth? I'd love it. Every woman dreams of a younger guy rocking her from behind. But the vibe—it's like treating him like a dog. My student, no less.
He replied, casual as ever. "Sensei."
"Yeah?"
"Picture it—me taking you like a dog."
"…"
What's he saying? I'd already imagined it, you fallen angel! I nearly pounced, but his finger grazed my bare back, tracing up my spine.
"Uwaaaah…"
A pathetic whimper escaped me.
"I said it earlier—calling you 'Sensei' from behind, doing whatever I want with this ass."
"Oh… ohh…"
He'd said it—and meant it. Actually going doggy-style, Miyagi!?
"Cool with that?"
"Cool—very cool."
Obviously, you horny angel! I wiggled my hips in the dark, begging for it. He stayed calm.
Just as it felt imminent, he asked in a serious tone, "What about protection?"
Now!?
Honestly, it's not a sure safe day. I should grab a condom from the bedside box. But that minute or two—I couldn't wait. Read the room, Miyagi, you devil!
"Uh, today's probably fine!"
Desire won—I said it. He didn't buy it fully.
"Then can I finish in your mouth?"
"M-Mouth? …Okay!"
Not inside, then. Fine. But, Miyagi? Oral's rare. Raw sex is for pregnancy—mouth shots miss the point. Women pour cash, effort, and time into conceiving. Wasting a round on that? Unheard of.
Oral's a luxury for the elite few. Sperm-tasters are rare—bar talk about it gets you free drinks, a "hero" sash, and rapt listeners. I've overheard old ladies at izakayas (Japanese Pub or Tavern) brag about taste and texture—mostly lies, but women can't help eavesdropping.
Me, a storyteller? Thrilling. I waited, but no insertion came.
(A/N: I'm considering making a new cover. LMK what character you want on the cover in the comments.)