My hips involuntarily jolted, the entire length of my cock brushing against Hayashi-sensei's still-sensitive slit. The tip poked her clit, eliciting a sharp, breathy moan from her.
Her eyes widened as she looked up at , shock and lingering desire flickering across her face.
"O-onoda-kun... D-don't tell ..." Her thighs trembled slightly and I could feel the warmth radiating from her, tempting to push further. But I held back. My hands went to her hips, steadying her and keeping myself in check.
"Sorry, sensei. I should've tucked this in before standing up." I said before leaning in, "Tell to stop. Because honestly, I'm about to lose control. You're quite... irresistible."
Hayashi-sensei's eyes locked on mine as a storm of emotions swirled in their depths. Shock, desire, affection and that stubborn defiance unique to her. Her lower body quivered under my hands, the warmth of her skin and the undeniable heat of her sacred place pressed tantalizingly against my throbbing length.
Her lips parted, but no words ca at first, only a shaky exhale that betrayed how close she was to losing herself as well.
"Onoda-kun…" She whispered. "This… this is too much. You can't… we can't… N-not now."
Her hips shifted slightly, making the tip of my cock press against her narrow entrance. I could feel the subtle suction as she gradually drew . If I thrust my hips, I might just slip inside her. But I hold myself back.
Her eyes flicked down to where we're currently connected. The flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading across her chest. The unhooked bra and her disheveled blouse frad her in a way that made it hard to think straight, her bare skin glistening with the aftermath of her climax.
But then, she pushed on my chest before saying, "T-this is enough for today, shaless brat. Anything more and I..."
Her voice trailed there but I could fully understand what she ant to say. We can't just cross the line. At least, not at the mont.
I nodded and voluntarily stepped back before reaching for the tissue box. "Mhm. You're right, sensei. Let clean you up, then. I can't leave you like this, right?"
I grabbed a few tissues from the box on Hayashi-sensei's desk, ensuring not to bump into her to give her a mont to catch her breath.
Her chest still heaved from the lingering effects of her climax. Her appearance and the flush on her face made her look both vulnerable and impossibly alluring.
I couldn't help but admire her, even as I kept my urges in check, focusing on helping her regain so semblance of composure.
"Shaless brat," She swatted weakly at my hand as I began gently wiping the remnants of her climax from her thighs, "I can do this myself, you know."
"Sure you can, sensei," I teased as I continued to wipe her clean. After that, I also focused on cleaning up the sweat. Although she didn't move much, the heat of her body alone was enough for her to perspire. Not to ntion the heat of our bodies together. "But I got you into this ss. Least I can do is help tidy up."
Her lips twitched into a reluctant smirk before rolling her eyes. "You're insufferable. Always finding a way to make it sound like you're doing a favor…"
I chuckled, finishing up and tossing the tissues into the nearby bin. I then reached for her tights, still neatly folded on the side, and held them up with a playful grin. "Want to help you with these, too, or are you gonna insist on being independent now?"
Hayashi-sensei snatched the tights from my hand, her eyes narrowing but sparkling with that mix of exasperation and amusent I'd co to know so well. "Alright. Since you're so dedicated… help fix this ss you made. It's your privilege, right? Being the first… man to see in this state."
That was truly a privilege. And I didn't just see her, no? I've also tasted her. I've got a lot of her first. Mhm… What a scumbag.
She slid off the desk, closing in on again. My still-erect cock poked into her stomach but she pretended not to notice it. Naturally I did the sa as I adjusted her blouse and lab coat, trying to restore her professional appearance.
Of course, I didn't forget her bra. Instead of asking her to turn around, I reached around her, hooking it back in place. But because of this, her chest pressed against mine again, and I couldn't resist the temptation of reaching in for a kiss.
Hayashi-sensei didn't dodge it, accepting another intimate connection as I began buttoning up her blouse and pulling her lab coat back in place.
After that, I helped her put her tights back on before pulling down her rolled-up pencil skirt.
At this, only her flushed expression and slightly disheveled hair were the remaining evidence of what we did.
When I stepped back, she tried to tuck my cock back into my boxers but upon noticing how it was still poking out, she looked up at with a slightly troubled expression.
I chuckled, holding her hand before saying, "Don't worry about it, sensei. I'll get it done."
With that, I had her watch tuck myself back in before pulling my pants up and buckling my belt.
"Tch. You're such a pervert, shaless brat. How would you deal with that?" She asked as she noticed that there was still a noticeable bulge remaining.
"Well, I'll just hope no one notices." I shrugged as I tried to ignore the lingering ache of my arousal.
Hayashi-sensei narrowed her eyes at but understanding there's no other solution to it, she adjusted her fogged-up glasses and reached for my cheek, pinching it lightly,
"Alright. This… this doesn't leave this room, Onoda-kun. You understand that, right?"
I nodded, my expression softening to show her I was serious. "Of course, sensei. Just between us. I ant what I said. This is special. I won't betray that."
Her gaze lingered on , maybe looking if I was insincere but there wasn't any hint of it in my face. I ant what I said. Well, at least until my girls asked if sothing happened between us.
"You're too much, you know that? I don't know how you keep getting away with this."
"Must be my irresistible charm," I quipped, flashing her a grin that earned another eye roll.
"Tch. Get out of here before I change my mind and give you detention for real." She pointed at the door, but the slight curve of her lips told she wasn't as stern as she wanted to sound.
I gave her a mock salute, stepping toward the door but pausing to look back at her. "You sure you're okay, sensei? I can stick around if you need more… stress relief."
Her eyes widened, and she grabbed a pen from her desk, brandishing it like a weapon. "Out, shaless brat! Don't push your luck any further!"
With a laugh, I first closed in again to give her one last kiss before slipping out of her office and closing the door behind .
"B-bastard Ruki."
Before the gap closed, I heard her calling out my na, partly furious and partly affectionate.
As I walked down the quiet hallway, my heart was still throbbing for her and my mind was racing from the mory of her taste, her moans and the way her body had responded to .
I shook my head, trying to clear it. I had to focus. There was still the rest of the day to get through, not to ntion Yui's mysterious request and the festival preparations. Let's just hope it won't be awkward tomorrow. Knowing Hayashi-sensei, it's possible for her to hide from when I co by for my daily report.
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