The Entwined Twin Teachers II (Ilien & Idrien Ksakru) (3)
Idrien’s pink flesh quivered violently. Before toying with her on the stage that Labella and Ilien had prepared, Marei leaned close to her ear and whispered more about her sister, just for her.
“Ilien’s weakness is her breasts. Every time I press and squeeze her nipples, she looks up at me with those wet, teary eyes. Do you know what you’re supposed to do then?”
“Ahh… I-I don’t… know…”
“You take off your pants and offer her your penis. Then… she pushes her breasts out, wraps them around it, and moves with such devotion. Like this… just like this…”
Watching Idrien’s dazed expression, Marei postponed playing with her nipples a little longer. He gathered her breasts firmly in both hands as if commanding her to serve him, then slowly slid them up and down from below.
Her head arched back like a drawn bow, exposing the pale nape of her neck so clearly that even Marei, standing behind her and toying with the female teacher’s breasts, could see it perfectly.
“Mmm… uhh… haa…”
At the same time, a moan slipped from Ilien’s lips so naturally that she herself barely noticed it melting out of her.
“And her nipples are incredibly sensitive… If I tease them gently like this… rub… rub… rub…”
“S-stop… no… don’t… haa…!”
Every time the pink fruits, which had gone so long without air, were rubbed between the young student’s fingers, an electric jolt raced across her skin, raising goosebumps all over her body. The pleasure that followed streaked down her spine and spread through every limb.
“It’s only this once anyway… I’ll do just a little more, okay?”
“Ah… since it’s the last time… yes… just a little… just a little more…”
Her emerald eyes, which usually sparkled like jewels, had grown half-clouded and stared blankly at the ceiling. Her reason was screaming at her to make Marei stop right now, but her body refused to obey. Instinct whispered sweetly into her ear that it might be okay to let it happen just a little, urging her to enjoy the pleasure for just a tiny bit longer.
“Did you know that Ren’s clitoris is hidden under its hood, but when she gets excited it peeks its head out so shyly?”
“Auu… r-really…?”
The obscene stories about her sister continued, yet strangely they barely registered in her ears. Every time her nipples were rolled between his fingers, a scorching heat threatened to explode from deep inside her belly. All she could do was clench her thighs together and endure.
“Haa… huu… haaa…”
Hot sighs began to pour freely from Idrien’s mouth. She was being helplessly led toward climax by a boy the same age as the children she taught, yet she couldn’t even resist. All she could do was tremble and let out even hotter breaths as she was ravaged without mercy.
Unaware that her tightly closed thighs were rubbing against each other, Idrien gripped the armrests of her chair with white knuckles, completely lost in the task of slowly releasing the pleasure that threatened to burst out of her.
“…Uhh… w-what are you—haah…!”
The buttons of her white shirt were already coming undone one by one. Idrien tried to say something about Marei’s actions, but he answered only by continuing to molest her breasts. His fingers were now buried deep in the female teacher’s soft flesh, savoring the texture to his heart’s content—far more boldly than the gentle, coaxing caresses from before.
“Ren loves it when I knead her like this. It seems you’re the same, Professor Idrien?”
“Ahh… I told you I don’t know…”
The rougher Marei’s touch became, the louder and more heated Idrien’s breathing grew. She had turned her head completely away from his gaze, biting her own fingers to hold back her moans, but it was nowhere near enough to withstand his skilled hands.
As if Labella’s “education” was finally bearing fruit, Marei continued caressing Idrien’s breasts without pause while simultaneously undoing every last button of her shirt with effortless grace.
“It must be uncomfortable… Shall I take your bra off for you?”
“Aang… no… you can’t… uhh…! You really can’t…”
Idrien shook her head weakly in protest, but her body, melted into a puddle by pleasure, refused to follow her will. When he pinched and tugged her fully erect nipples, her pale neck arched like a bow, allowing him to strip her clothes away without resistance.
“Haa… haa…”
“Put your shirt back on.”
“Eh… when did you…?”
Startled by her suddenly exposed body, Idrien quickly pulled on the white shirt Marei had handed her. Unlike Ilien, she still obeyed his commands, even if only partially. Satisfied by the sight of the female teacher moving according to her own will, he smiled, then let his gaze slowly travel over her form—now wearing nothing but the thin shirt with no bra beneath—before resuming his thorough worship of her breasts.
“How is it? Does it feel like something Ren would enjoy?”
“D-don’t ask me…! Haa…!”
When Idrien refused to answer properly, Marei punished her by pressing the pale pink nipples back into their soft hiding places with firm, deliberate pressure.
“Ah…! Th-this… feels weird… aaah… ah…!”
Idrien’s head jerked left and right in short, frantic movements. The pleasure rising from her nipples made her skull feel numb; every time he pressed and rolled them, her platinum-blonde hair bounced and scattered, releasing a seductive pheromone that mixed the sweet scent of her shampoo with the sharp smell of sweat.
“When Ren and I have our private lessons, I tell her not to wear panties. I make her put on sheer coffee-colored stockings right against her bare skin. When I see her thick bush and those plump pussy lips bulging against the fabric, I always end up ripping them apart.”
While both hands continued to fondle her breasts, one of them began to slide cautiously down toward Idrien’s lower belly.
“W-where are you… haa…!”
“It’s exactly like Ren. Her lower belly is completely hairless, so smooth that touching it feels incredible. Have you ever felt it?”
“N-no… uhh… uhh…!”
The small hand that had lightly stroked her lower abdomen now caught the much larger woman’s hand and guided it over Ilien’s own belly. When her fingers only twitched helplessly, he pinned her hand beneath his and began slowly circling it.
“How does it feel?”
“S-so smooth… and… it feels strange…”
“It feels exactly the same as Ren’s. I’ve touched her so many times I’m certain. Well? How does your sister’s lower belly feel?”
Without needing any further coercion, Idrien began caressing her own abdomen. Every so often she would squeeze her thighs together and curl inward. Instead of pushing further, Marei shifted his focus back to her breasts.
“Ahh… my sister’s lower belly… it’s so smooth… and soft… it feels so good… mmm…”
“That place is one of Ren’s erogenous zones. What about you, Professor Idrien? When I touch Ren there, her pussy convulses and she drips so much love juice. Are you the same?”
“I-I don’t know… haaah…!!”
As if urging her to answer, Marei pinched both nipples tightly between his index fingers and pulled them outward. Idrien repeated that she didn’t know, her waist trembling violently, before finally beginning to speak in the direction he wanted.
“Inside… it keeps twitching… twitching… it feels so strange…”
“And your love juice? Is it overflowing?”
“Ahh… I-I don’t… hiiit…! Y-yes… it’s… it’s flowing… so much…”
Idrien no longer seemed to know where she was headed. The scent of her sister’s body drifting from Marei was so thick that her reason had already flown halfway away, just like when she secretly stole Ilien’s clothes to masturbate. There was another sweet scent mixed with the unique elf aroma that belonged to her sister, but to Idrien—who could never have imagined that this fifteen-year-old brat had spent the previous night mixing his flesh with both her sister and another woman—it simply smelled like an unusual perfume.
“Do you like Ren? Not as family, but as a woman?”
“Ahh… I don’t know… I don’t know… I don’t know… s-stop… please stop…”
He began handling the female teacher’s breasts even more roughly. She possessed an even more sensitive pair than Ilien. Though she cried out for him to stop, her back arched as if offering her chest, and Marei only grew more persistent in his sticky caresses.
“Haa… haaa… I don’t know, I don’t know, please… please… d-don’t ask me… haaah…!!”
Idrien’s toes curled tightly, scraping at the floor. Whether she was trying to endure the pleasure or simply couldn’t control her body anymore, the sight was undeniably erotic.
“Then why do you masturbate while looking at your sister? Even now, while touching her body, you’re dripping so much. Ren is beautiful. It’s only natural to like her. Even if she’s my blood-related older sister, if it were Ren, I think I’d desire her as a woman. Don’t you agree?”
“Auu… yes… yes…! My sister… my sister is… haa…!”
Though he couldn’t see it directly, the faint outline beneath her knee-length skirt made it clear that her thighs were frantically rubbing together. Seduced by the sweet whispers in her ear, Idrien finally confessed the desires she had hidden for so long. The fact that the person hearing her perverted sexual preferences was her sister’s lover—and a student at the school where she taught—filled her with an incomprehensible confusion. She lost herself completely, simply accepting the pleasure in a daze.
“How is it? Doesn’t Ren seem like someone worth liking?”
“Uhh… auu… yes… yes… yes…”
Along with an aroused sigh, words Idrien had never wanted to admit slipped from her lips. Though she had spoken them, she squeezed her eyes shut as if she didn’t want to understand what she had just said, her mouth pressed into a tight line.
“Does Professor Idrien also have a lot of hair on her pussy like Ren?”
“I-I… I… I also… I also…”
It wasn’t a direct answer, but aside from her inverted nipples, Idrien was almost identical to Ilien. He wondered how her insides would squeeze, how she would cry out, how she would react once broken. Everything filled him with anticipation.
Unaware of Marei’s lewd thoughts, she furrowed her elegant brow, trying to endure the continuing pleasure. Yet every time he pressed and rolled her nipples, her trembling lashes and the sweat that glistened on her forehead made it impossible to hold back.
“Is Professor Idrien a virgin like Ren was? No, Ren isn’t a virgin anymore.”
“Uhh… yes… I-I’m… still a virgin…”
If left alone, she might have gradually calmed while still feeling the pleasure. But Marei had no intention of letting her mind wander. This time he prodded at her sense of shame. That didn’t lessen the pleasure at all. It simply forced her to focus only on the present. On the contrary, the shame-fueled pleasure seemed to pour fuel onto her already burning body, making her even more aroused.
‘J-just a little more… just a little longer…’
Desire was moving her lips madly. The last thread of reason prevented her from speaking the words aloud, but instead of pushing away the boy’s hand, an agreement formed between reason and instinct to surrender just a little more to the pleasure his touch brought.
“How is it, Professor Idrien? Does it feel good?”
“D-don’t ask… please… please… hiiik…!!”
Marei once again grabbed her nipples and pulled them outward. Her mind couldn’t comprehend his actions, but her instincts understood perfectly and moved her mouth on their own.
“It f-feels good… my breasts… they feel so good…”
A delirious voice leaked out between her dry lips. Marei blew gently into her ear several times as if praising her, then devoted even more care to the breasts she claimed felt so good.
“Haa… it feels weird… so weird… but it feels so good…”
Even though Marei had stopped asking questions, wet moans continued to spill from Idrien’s mouth. She was unconsciously seducing him with natural coquetry, yet without any awareness, she could no longer resist the joy and pleasure of having her two swollen mounds kneaded and pressed. All she could do was drown in the ecstasy given by those small hands.
“Haa… haa…”
Idrien’s body slowly leaned forward. Marei skillfully pulled her toward himself. The female body, drawn by the young boy’s strength, slumped limply against the chair. Her chest rose and fell with somewhat rough, sweet breaths.
“Uhh…!”
While Idrien was still floundering in the aftershocks of pleasure, Marei’s hand naturally slid down to her lower belly and began to stroke the area with deliberate care. Her thoroughly heated body twitched, letting out faint moans in response to the touch that still felt unfamiliar yet strangely made her even hotter.
“Ahh… ahh… uuu…”
Marei’s touch grew bolder. His hand slipped beneath her skirt and began slowly tracing around her pelvis. The body still riding the lingering waves of climax twitched, attempting to resist the unfamiliar hand, but the skilled caresses quickly silenced that weak rebellion. Instead, it shifted toward quietly enjoying the creeping pleasure.
“Down here, it’s completely flooded, isn’t it?”