Anal Training
“What.........did you say?”
Kamishra stared at me with an expression so ridiculously arousing it was almost criminal.
“There’s no way I can teach a class wearing something like this!!..........Nngh♥”
She must have climaxed lightly just from speaking, because her whole body started trembling. I looked down at her panting form and smiled.
“Not my problem. I’m the type who has to try out any situation that gets me hard.”
“You.........you fucking bastard!!”
“I told you, didn’t I? I’m your Master. Until you treat your Master like a Master, the training doesn’t stop. You don’t need training anywhere else. Your body’s already filthy enough. Instead, I’m going to focus exclusively on wrecking that ass of yours.”
There was still no way to increase my stamina. Like I’d said, this wasn’t the kind of game where conquering someone gave you a level-up, experience points, or new skills. The character who boosted stamina only showed up later, in the upper years. Which meant if I shoved my cock into this female teacher’s springy anal pussy right now, I might be the one making an ahegao face and blowing my load first.
So if I wanted to protect my pride as Master, this bitch’s asshole had to be ruined to match.
“Got it? Put the dildo in your ass and go teach your class. I’ll watch from the back, nice and relaxed, to see what kind of face you make during the lesson.”
“You!..........bastard.........me............”
What kind of face does a person make when the familiar world they’ve always known suddenly collapses?
Yeah.
Exactly this kind of face.
A vacant look.
A blank stare.
An expression that said none of this could possibly be real, so it was almost funny.
That was the face Kamishra was wearing when I casually patted her cheek.
Sorry.
This is fucking real.
“Please open your textbooks to page 314. Today..........”
Kamishra proceeded through the lesson, enunciating every word carefully. Honestly, I didn’t have a fucking clue what the class was about.......... but I wasn’t planning on becoming a serious mage anyway. Didn’t matter if I didn’t understand.
Leatris’s empty seat. Isabella sitting there with a strange, detached expression as she quietly took the lesson. And Kamishra, glancing at me every so often with an unmistakably uneasy look while she taught.
Fuck............
I couldn’t think of a single situation more arousing than this.
I had to fight desperately to keep the snickers from bursting out. While holding back my laughter, I quietly toyed with the remote for the rotor in my pocket.
Every time I did, Kamishra’s body jerked and her lips parted slightly. That reaction was pure addiction. Tormenting people was seriously fun. No wonder my life had been such shit when I’d only ever been on the receiving end of it.
But the positions were reversed now.
It was my turn to torment all of you.
“I’ll begin explaining the theoretical portion. First, the basic concepts of condensation and reduction........”
The long explanation started.
I idly played with the remote, then suddenly cranked the intensity all the way to maximum.
A soft click sounded, and a whirring noise began rising from Kamishra’s ass before it abruptly cut off.
She must have heard the sound leaking out and hastily wrapped herself in a soundproofing spell. The spell might have blocked the rotor’s noise, but it couldn’t hide the face twisted with pleasure or the trembling in her voice.
“C-condensation is only possible once you have a basic under............standing of mana. Everyone here...........nngh♥”
Our lewd female teacher gripped the chalk tightly, squeezed her eyes shut, and lightly reached her first climax. The students began casting strange looks at their teacher’s small but unmistakably erotic voice.
“Teacher? Are you feeling unwell?”
“Thank you, Miss Erudel. But I’m fine. I’m just...........a little tired. I spent a long time preparing for today’s class...........thank you for asking.”
Kamishra bit down on her lip at intervals, forcing back the moans of ecstasy and climax that kept trying to escape. The expression she wore while desperately holding back orgasm was obscenely erotic. Her legs were visibly trembling.
She pushed desperately through the lesson.
Of course she did—everything she’d built up until now was about to go up in smoke in a single moment. But even that was gradually hitting its limit.
“Now........would the class president please read the content in Chapter 2.........once? Nngh♥”
In the end she couldn’t hold it in. She squeezed her eyes shut, parted her lips slightly, and let out a sweet moan. Murmurs rose from the students. Of course they did—her voice and expression were so lewd and erotic that no one could possibly deny what they were hearing and seeing.
“Um.........Teacher? Are you really not feeling well?”
“I’m.........not...........”
“Maybe you should go to the nurse’s office.........”
The class president’s words were cut off mid-sentence. Because Kamishra had brought her sleeve to her mouth, bitten down hard, and shuddered violently. I guarantee that bitch just climaxed and squirted right there.
Jesus Christ.
Her asshole really was an erogenous zone.
A female teacher—and a successful one at a rich girls’ school, no less—with a dildo shoved up her ass, climaxing anally and squirting in the middle of class. This was so erotic it was almost too much.
My cock throbbed hard without me even realizing it.
“Um.........Teacher. Your condition right now.........”
“I’m sorry. My body isn’t doing well at all. It seems there were some side effects from yesterday’s magic potion class.......... I’m sorry. We’ll end today’s lesson here.”
Kamishra spoke in a frantic rush. The moment she finished, she came over, grabbed my hand, and said,
“Rascal, come with me. Right now!”
She was so desperate she didn’t even care about the students’ stares as she hurriedly dragged me out. She brought me to her office, cast a soundproofing spell, and only then began wailing at the top of her lungs.
“Haaauu♥ Ahnngh♥ I-it’s enough already! Please stop!!!! I just want to cum alreadyyy♥”
Watching her collapse to the floor and scream freely, I finally burst out laughing. How could I not? After laughing for a good while, I looked down at her with a lecherous grin.
“You want to cum? Hmm?”
“P-please...........isn’t this enough already? W-what did I ever do to you that you’re doing this to me!!! I never laid a hand on you this whole time! I never scolded you or oppressed you!!”
That much was true. She’d just treated me like I didn’t exist. That was the kind of bitch Kamishra was. No money, no connections—you simply didn’t exist. So later, when we moved up to second year and Isabella formed that piece-of-shit “stress relief club” and openly abused me, Kamishra took a few coins and looked the other way. Eventually she even went so far as to pin the blame directly on me without a second thought.
A bitch who saw people as money instead of people.
So I’d just treat her as a fleshlight instead of a person. Simple.
“Does any of that even matter? I just want to see you wailing, and all you have to do is play along. Your opinion doesn’t mean shit to me.”
“You!!!...........Urgh!”
She tried to stand and slap me, only to clutch her stomach and collapse. The dildo, already slick with intestinal fluids from vibrating all through class, was being forced out by the frantic clenching of her rectum.
“N-no!!! Don’t!...........Nngh♥”
It was a perfect ahegao. Tongue hanging out, mouth wide open, drool dripping, eyes rolled back with a few tears, a busty female teacher pulling a dildo out of her own asshole.
Fucking hell.
My cock was furious.
“That’s why I told you not to fuck with me. You really did get fucked. Since your personality’s stuffed inside a cock, does that mean you got cock-fucked?”
Even my own stupid wordplay was way too entertaining.
I snickered to myself, lifted the cock-shaped dildo, and tapped it against Kamishra’s ass.
“Hey, you fucking bitch. How’s it feel to get fucked? Hmm? How does it feel? Feels fucking great, doesn’t it? Hmm?”
Maybe it was because her personality had been rewritten as Flesh Toilet No. 3. She just stared blankly at me with that cold, haughty expression while listening. The sight of it made my lower body throb with sudden arousal.
“I’ve watched a ton of anal training stuff in hentai..........”
It had always been my favorite genre. For some reason, assholes turned me on more than pussies. I’d always thought it would be nice to try it someday, but what fucking chance did a loser like me ever have? Now I had the chance.
This bitch’s springy anal pussy was a masterpiece among masterpieces. The way it squeezed a cock so tightly was pure heaven once you started thrusting. Now I had to ruin it until it was as ruined as me, so my pride as Master could survive.
“Shall we start the anal training? It’s a little sad I won’t get to taste this tight, springy ass again, but it can’t be helped.”
I rubbed my hands together and muttered that, and Flesh Toilet No. 3, who had been listening, suddenly spoke.
“Master. What is the purpose of the anal training?”
“What else? To make your asshole completely ruined. The grip is so strong I’d cum the second I put it in. That would hurt my dignity as Master, wouldn’t it?”
“However, in that case the intestinal pressure would disappear, and there is a high probability I would no longer be able to provide Master with sufficient pleasure.”
That...........was true, but what choice did I have? Using this bitch as a fleshlight substitute was important, but more than that I wanted to shatter her pride and get my revenge. I couldn’t exactly let her see me making an ahegao face and panting like a dog.
“There is a method that develops intestinal pressure to provide Master with even greater pleasure than now, while still preserving Master’s dignity. May I offer a recommendation?”
Huh? There was something like that? Then of course, thank you very much.
I’d only chosen this as a second-best option because I couldn’t increase my stamina right away. If there was a better method, of course I’d take it.
“What is it?”
“You simply need to reconsider the direction of the anal training. If the problem is that Master cums the moment he thrusts, then make my body cum the moment something is inserted. That way the balance is restored. There is no need to lower the intestinal pressure, and because my anus would be far more premature than Master, it is the ideal choice.”
“That does sound ideal. But how? Do I need to remodel your body again? Make the sensory nerves in your ass even more sensitive?”
“I am already approaching the maximum sensory sensitization value that can be applied without destroying the body. Even if further remodeling is performed, it will not be possible to make me more premature than this. What I recommend is combining two methods.”
With that cold, haughty expression, Flesh Toilet No. 3 explained a truly fascinating method to me.
“If you gradually increase the size of the dildo and train me to hold it inside my anus, the intestinal pressure will become even springier and more improved than it is now. At the same time, you proceed with the premature-ejaculation process.”
“Premature-ejaculation process? How do you do that?”
“Apply an ultra-powerful aphrodisiac to the outer surface of the dildo every time and leave it inserted in my anus. As it is slowly absorbed into the intestines, it will be possible to turn only the anus—not any other part—into a desperately premature state. If this process is continued for approximately one week, the anus will become sufficiently premature.”
Fuck yes!
Develop the ass to be even springier and more delicious, while simultaneously turning it into a total premature-ejaculation hole so that every time I thrust, she cums harder than I do?
Genius.
“You’re the best, Flesh Toilet No. 3.”
“Thank you.”
I’d gotten good advice, so I might as well put it into practice right away. I snickered and opened the shop window.
Ultra-Powerful Aphrodisiac
Purchase confirmed
You’re fucked starting today, you bitch Kamishra.