He'd wash my back?
A high school boy?
For free!?
Wait—calm down. Was I so blissed out I hallucinated that?
Confirm it.
Yes, confirmation matters.
"…Is that okay?"
I fought the urge to drag him to the bathroom, asking calmly.
"Of course," he said.
Miyagi peeled off my half-down stockings and panties. A man undressing me, showering together—an option worth a fortune at a soapland. Not cosplay, but real, with a gorgeous boy, no charge. I felt dizzy before even stepping in.
Naked, he held my hand, leading me to the bathroom. We huddled under one showerhead, warm water cascading over us.
"Wow. Showering with a high school boy feels criminal."
"We'd get arrested, yeah."
Stop it.
"…Reality just hit hard."
The warm water turned icy.
"It's fine. Two years—we won't get caught."
"Right. My place should be safe."
No one saw us come in. As long as we leave unseen, it's fine.
But while washing me, he said from behind, "We'll do it at school too."
"What?"
"To really feel I've claimed you, it's gotta be school."
"C-Claimed me…?"
Claimed… oh, that's hot—very hot—but school's a no-go. I've said it a million times.
I steeled my face to set him straight, but then—
"You're mine, whether I call you 'Sensei' or 'Miyuki-san,' it doesn't change the fact that you belong to me. Next year, I'll knock you up."
Whispered in my ear!
What female teacher could resist that!?
"It's fine. Done smart, no one knows. You want it too, don't you? Sex with your student at school?"
Kisses rained down as he tempted me.
Stop—I'll cave fast!
"Ugh… I do. But still—"
"How about locked, empty spots?"
Locked and deserted… special classrooms, the gym storage, the roof?
"That might… no, wait…"
"Uniform play would spice it up."
"!"
This devil.
He dropped that bombshell when I was barely holding out.
No surprise—I nodded.
But only when I say so, I stressed.
I know myself too well.
Maybe he liked my consent, or maybe he couldn't hold back. Round two started in the bathroom.
Like before, he gripped my ass hard, humping me from behind like a dog. He demanded I seduce him again, so I purred, "Come here, baby boy."
"Two points."
A loud smack echoed off the tiles.
"Ow!"
"Not 'ow'—my heart's the one hurting!"
Nonsense aside, he squeezed my ass harder.
"Punishment."
"M-Miyagi, wait, slow—ahhh!"
Pierced from behind, he stroked my cheek. Then—
"Eep? Ahh! W-Why's it—ngh!"
White-hot pleasure blinded me.
Each touch—face, neck—twisted me with uncontrollable jolts. Pinching my earlobe? A shrill buzz of ecstasy.
Was it good?
Hell yes.
But my body couldn't keep up.
"…M-Miyagi, I'm done… finish quick…"
At my plea, he sped up, saying, "Almost there."
"Here I go?"
"Mouth, right—I know."
Last time flopped—face shot. This time, I opened wide as he pulled out and aimed.
But he grabbed my head, pinned me, and blasted my face again.
Hot cum splashed my forehead, streaked my cheeks, dripped to my lips.
That flashback thrill hit.
"Ah… ahh…!"
My ragged breaths forgot to breathe. I flailed for support—nothing held me.
"Sensei, don't men get cleaned up after?"
"…Y-Yeah, I know…"
I eyed his spent cock and did my duty.
Wiping it with my face, rubbing our skin and fluids together.
No lightning this time—just gentle, rolling waves of pleasure up my spine.
I lost count of the soft climaxes.
Good thing this wasn't the bed—what a mess that'd be.
Oh.
This is sex. This is a man.
"Men… sex… it's this intense…"
My heart spilled out.
"Normal guys don't do this."
"Heh… quite the confidence."
Probably true.
Not just youth or stamina—could any man match this high? Do couples really have nights like this? Solo play's nothing close. Weak women might die from this.
Scooping cum off my face to lick, I caught Miyagi looking serious.
"This might lack tact, but…"
"After all this, you're shy?"
"…Who was your first?"
I grinned.
"Heh. Haha! What's this, Miyagi? Claiming me, yet jealous? Cute little guy."
Cute—adorable!
He claims me, drops my name playfully, but he's possessive.
Love it—very much.
That's how you pamper a young guy as a grown woman.
I'll tell him then.
Pillow talk, my dream.
"Fine. Let's rest—I'll share an old story."
"Yes."
"Sit on the bed. I'll wash my face and grab drinks."
Still naked, I slipped away.