The Twin Teachers' Pull II (Ilien & Idrien Ksakru) (2)
But it didn’t seem like that with Ren, did it?
“......Marei. De. Pawen.”
Idrien’s flat, emotionless voice called out to him. Her green eyes, brimming with hostility, carried an oddly chilling intensity that he couldn’t shake. It was far from fear. Fear had a pressure that felt like it might explode no matter how hard you tried to suppress it, so he could tell the difference clearly.
“What... exactly do you mean by that?”
“You watched me and Ren doing it in the empty classroom and enjoyed it too, didn’t you? You even took pictures like this.”
Idrien let out a scornful laugh, turning her head several times in disbelief before fixing her gaze on Marei again. The way she crossed her arms, deliberately pushing up her massive breasts, made Marei want to pin the haughty teacher down right then and force her to sob and scream. But he decided to savor this pleasure just a little longer.
“Even if that was a joke... it’s not even funny.”
“You masturbated while looking at Ren, didn’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Her denial only struck Marei as adorable. Unlike her, he had no real evidence. All he knew was that she hadn’t been touching herself while watching his relationship with Ilien—she had been staring solely at Ilien’s body.
Marei stood up and moved behind Idrien. She kept her lips tightly pressed together, stubbornly pretending she wasn’t bothered at all. She remained seated at the desk, refusing to even look at him.
“Do you like Ilien that much?”
“......What nonsense are you spouting? I’ve given up so much for you, and you think provoking me will end well? Do you even understand the situation you’re in right now?”
Idrien looked ready to stand up at any moment, but Marei leaned in from beside her and waved the photo of himself and Ilien right in front of her eyes.
“Ilien, you see, is surprisingly spoiled. She loves it when I hold her tight. Especially when I press down hard on her womb while hugging her close. Did you know that?”
“Can you stop? This is getting...”
Idrien’s ears had flushed bright red. Ilien’s ears always turned red when she got excited, and since they were identical twins, he figured the reaction would be similar. He decided to push a little further.
“If you listen to the rest of this story, I’ll seriously consider the offer you made earlier. You took some great photos. Aren’t you curious? About how Ren cries out, how she clings to me...? Look at this one. She’s riding me, right?”
“I-I don’t know....”
Idrien, who had seemed ready to bolt, now sat limply in her chair. No—she was trembling. Whether she was interested in the stories about Ilien or drawn to his promise to seriously consider her proposal, she didn’t refuse. That was enough.
“The truth is, Ren absolutely loves being pinned underneath. At first she was embarrassed and said she hated it, but after I coaxed her into trying it, now she begs me for it herself. She says the way her womb gets pressed every time I thrust feels so good.”
Idrien’s hands were clenched tightly on her lap. Seeing her fists shake and her thighs twitch, Marei continued in an even thicker, more seductive tone. A sticky, sweet scent was beginning to rise from the female teacher’s body.
“Did you know she couldn’t even say ‘pussy’ properly at first? After I made her say it, she started clinging to me, calling it her ‘mouth-pussy’ and ‘hand-pussy’ like she enjoyed the shame. It’s so cute... Sniff... Idrien, you smell just like Ilien. Do you two use the same shampoo?”
“......What does that have to do with you?”
Idrien’s face was completely flushed. She had turned her head fully in the opposite direction of Marei’s whispering, but every time his words paused, she would steal quick glances at him. It looked like she was begging for more.
“Don’t you want to touch Ren’s breasts? When you squeeze them, your fingers sink right in—it feels amazing. Since you’re identical twins, they look pretty similar. Though yours might be a little bigger, Professor.”
Whether from shame or rage, Idrien was desperately trying to suppress the emotions swirling inside her. She remembered the time when the relationship with the older sister she had adored so much began to grow awkward.
“.....Professor? Professor?”
“Ah, ah... Yes... I’m listening.”
“Please focus. Is there anything specific you want to hear about?”
Idrien’s gaze instinctively locked onto the photo of Ilien masturbating while squeezing Marei’s cock. She reached out, then suddenly came to her senses and froze in midair. Marei smoothly picked up the exact photo she wanted and placed it in her hand.
“What are you curious about?”
“No, I... I mean... This is... It’s not me... No....”
“I’m the one who wants to talk about it, so it’s fine. Go ahead and ask. Okay? Professor Idrien. Let’s keep this our little secret, just the two of us.”
Idrien swallowed dryly. She kept glancing back and forth between Marei’s face, which was staring at her from breathing distance, and the photo of her sister clutched in her hand. Her fingers were trembling violently. She didn’t seem to realize that her thighs were twitching and rubbing against each other.
“When my sister... when my sister... squeezes... why does she...”
“Squeezes what?”
“C-cock....”
Idrien bit down hard on her lip. She bit so fiercely that her pink lips gradually turned a deeper red. Marei instinctively sensed that now was the perfect moment. He reached out and placed his hand on her lower belly.
“D-don’t touch...! Ngh......”
“There’s a baby room right here... She says when I press on it from inside, it feels so good she can’t even compare it to masturbating.”
Every time Marei’s fingers slipped between the buttons of Idrien’s blouse to caress her, he traced slow circles over the exact spot where Ilien went wild.
“S-stop... Stop...!”
“How does it feel? Doesn’t it make you want to do what Ren loves?”
Instead of grabbing his hand or struggling, Idrien was panting with excitement. He could have continued the caress just like this, but Marei wanted to savor her like a rare delicacy, so he obediently withdrew his hand.
“Haa... Haa....”
Idrien’s shoulders were heaving. Her breasts, rising and falling with each breath, looked exactly like the ones he had groped thoroughly at home, yet they stirred a filthy desire in him to touch them again.
‘What... is this......’
To calm her violently trembling body, Idrien took a deep breath and slowly let it out. The unfamiliar sensation that had only dampened her ankles refused to fade. Instead, it crept upward, forcing another heated gasp from her lips. Unlike before, when only her ears had turned red, her pale face was now flushed a soft pink.
Marei held his breath, quietly savoring every change in her. He blew a gentle puff of air against her long, quivering ear.
“Kyaa.....! W-what is this...!?”
“Now then. Next one, Professor. Hurry and pick the next photo. If I make a promise with you, we agreed to pretend none of this ever happened. Same rules apply now. So hurry. Hurry.”
It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen.
Idrien muttered the words to herself over and over. Before she knew it, her eyes had turned back toward the desk. The woman who had glared at him so fiercely now moved as if in a trance. She slowly scanned the photos on the desk, then reached out with a trembling hand. Faster than before, without stopping, she carefully picked up the next photograph.
“Th-this one.....”
Idrien swallowed hard. She had already become frighteningly honest with her instincts. Her reason seemed to be screaming that this was wrong, yet her eyes, sticky and wet with arousal, were glued to the photo of her older sister as if enchanted. Her long ears stood perkily, clearly anticipating the story Marei would tell.
In the photo, Ilien was shamelessly spreading her legs, exposing her soaking wet pussy.
“Why? What are you curious about...?”
“Was my sister... a virgin?”
“Are you curious?”
Idrien nodded, her face burning crimson. Honestly, she could have forced an oath from him right then, but the curiosity and the strange feeling surging through her body made her want to enjoy it just a little longer.
“What do you think?”
Instead of answering, Marei simply gave her a mischievous smile. Idrien stared at his lips. Her desperate eyes looked exactly like Ilien’s. It was an oddly cute expression that didn’t match her sharp features.
“.....You said you’d tell me.”
“I did, but... I feel a little bad for Ilien.”
“Ugh......”
Idrien’s face flushed bright red again. Asking her sister’s boyfriend—someone she didn’t even see as a boyfriend—about whether her sister had been a virgin filled her with an inexplicable shame. The embarrassment mixed with guilt toward her sister, stirring up emotions inside her that she couldn’t even name.
“I’ll tell you... but could you do me one little favor?”
“Wh-what...?”
It was only one sentence, but her thirst for information about her sister had grown so strong that she couldn’t escape the dizzying swirl of emotions. Marei moved behind her and gently cupped her enormous breasts.
“Eugh.... What the hell are you—!”
“If you let me touch your breasts, I’ll tell you. Once I make that promise with you, I won’t be able to touch Ren’s anymore. Just a little. Okay?”
“Mmm..... This, this is... N-no, I shouldn’t... but....”
Marei easily undid the buttons of the hesitant Idrien’s blouse, then unhooked her bra with a single smooth stroke down her back. He grabbed the underside of her breasts exactly the way Ilien loved most and began to slowly knead them.
‘Y-you’re too good at this.... Ahh, I shouldn’t be doing this......’
In Idrien’s mind, desire to understand this sudden new sensation fought against reason that desperately wanted to judge the situation coldly. Seeing her continue to hesitate, Marei leaned close to her ear and whispered exactly what she wanted to hear.
“She was a virgin. She had never been with a man before.”
“Auuu.... Virgin... My sister was a virgin... Ngh...!”
His five fingers sank deep into her breasts as he kneaded them from every angle. Having memorized the perfect answers from using Ilien as his reference, he caressed her with such skillful, sticky precision that Idrien could barely keep her sanity.
“Wh-what is this... It feels so strange...”
“So, what’s your next question? I took Ilien’s virginity. Are you a virgin too, Professor Idrien?”
“Don’t ask me that……”
Leaning back against the chair, Idrien unconsciously began spilling the honest truth under the skillful pleasure Marei was gradually building. If he applied even a little more or a little less pressure, her cold reason might have told her to escape his touch. But like someone drunk on fine liquor, or like someone receiving a heavenly massage, her body went completely limp, slowly sinking into a lake of ecstasy.
“Do you like Ren?”
“Yes.... So much... I like her so much.... Ahh, just a little more... just a little more... right there...”
Marei’s hands grew bolder, squeezing her breasts more firmly. Pulling the chair closer, he moved his fingers toward her nipples, which were already so erect it wouldn’t have been strange if he were fully hard himself.
“Hmm...? Your nipples...? Are they inverted...?”
“Aah, don’t ask me thaaat....”
Idrien’s body was slowly rocking. The strong scent of Ilien clinging to Marei’s body created the illusion that her beloved older sister was the one caressing her, making her mind grow even more dazed.
Marei gripped her breasts roughly and leaned over her shoulder to confirm that her nipples were indeed buried deep within the soft flesh. If it had been Ilien, he would have pinched the nipple and slowly rolled it between his fingers. But since they were hidden like this, he paused only for a moment before instinctively sliding his fingers into the buried flesh and slowly drawing circles.
“W-wait... just a second.... Ahh.... Ah....”
The female body in his hands trembled violently, then suddenly went limp. As she panted, trying to regain her senses, Marei squeezed her areola as if wringing it out, slowly pulling the tightly hidden nipple out into the open.