29. It’s Not Sex (5)
I gripped my panties tightly with one hand as the teacher tried to pull them down by force, hiding my face with the pitch-black T-shirt I’d been biting into just moments ago.
"Let go."
"...I don't want to."
His voice was firm and cold, as if he were about to devour me. It sparked a faint sense of fear somewhere deep inside, but it was quickly overtaken by a strange, confusing curiosity.
"...It might rip, so let go."
"T-Teacher, you let go first..."
...Yozora. Did she usually have sex with the teacher like this? The teacher I saw in the infirmary had been quite aroused, but surely not to this extent, right? If I had sex with a teacher who was this aroused, what kind of things would he do to me? It was that kind of trivial curiosity.
"And what will you do if I let go?"
"...I'll take them off myself. I'll take them off, so please, let go..."
I shoved that trivial, insignificant curiosity deep into my heart and pulled up my stretched-out panties with all my might. ...If I let go of these, I felt like everything would be over. The patience of the teacher, whose fists were trembling with arousal, and even my own patience, which kept glancing at the bulge in his trousers even in this situation.
"What's the difference between me taking them off and you taking them off?"
"If Teacher takes them off..., ...everything will be visible..."
"What will?"
"...Th-that, what you're looking at right now..."
Love juice. In the erotic manga I’ve been reading lately, they call it "female nectar." I couldn't bring myself to say such vulgar words, so I whispered in a tearful voice. It goes without saying, but I hadn't stayed still because I wanted to show it to him. I was already painfully aware that I was soaking wet. I’d held back from climaxing several times since the elevator, so how could I not know? I had just momentarily forgotten the severity of it. Because, usually.... .... I get wet so often, so....
"Don't look.... It's dirty..."
At the drop of a hat, I think of Seo Woojin... the teacher, and I keep getting wet.
"It's not dirty."
"It, it is dirty..."
"Why? Should I lick it to prove it?"
"Ugh.... Why would you lick this...!"
"You swallowed my semen too. At Yozora's place. And in the infirmary."
"...Th-that's because it's clean..."
"...Clean?"
"It's the seed that makes babies.... ...So it's clean..."
"......"
"...And, it tastes good too..."
When I was holed up in my bedroom, I made a habit of masturbating to the memory of obediently sucking the teacher's cock at Yozora's place, masturbating to the memory of smelling his semen all over, and masturbating to the memory of being taken by him in the infirmary while the other students were away. So, the moment I thought of the teacher, I would start to get wet. But since I thought about the teacher all day long, I was living my daily life soaking wet. I had just momentarily forgotten that this was something to be ashamed of.
"Hoo.... ...If you take them off, does that mean I won't be able to see it?"
"That's not it.... I'm just asking you to at least let me take them off..."
"..."
"I-It would be better if you closed your eyes, though..."
"You're such a hassle, really..."
"...I'm sorry."
"...I'll let go, so you take them off."
"..."
No matter how nicely I tried to dress it up, it was a liquid that could only be explained as "I'm ready for sex." I rubbed it all over my thighs to deal with it and slowly pulled my knees up so I could take off my panties. ...If I don't do at least this, I feel like I'll really be ravished by the teacher. The teacher's eyes, which had been full of arousal since the alleyway, had become even more intense since we entered the bedroom. I can't have sex. If I have sex, it’s clear that everything will be over.
I tried hard to control my mind as I pulled down my panties, which seemed to have stretched out a bit. "..." I could see the teacher's trousers, bulging and pulled taut. The teacher's hand, which had been clutching my chest since the elevator, was even bolder than before, and I could hear his breathing, which brushed against my ears, all too clearly. ...How could he go back obediently in that state? He wouldn't give up until he got something out of me.
"I've... taken them off..."
"Raise your arms."
"...Yes."
The suggestion I made earlier was for that very reason. Rather than just repeating "no, no" and pushing him away, I had to throw him a bone so he would give up eventually. Actually, instead of doing something so ambiguous, I wondered if it might be okay to just have sex once on the condition that he forgets about today.... ...No. Absolutely not. There’s no way the teacher would be satisfied with just "one time."
"Ugh..., ...slurp..., pfft..."
It was obvious that I would have a hard time holding back, too.
"...Phew..., I told you to look, I never said you could kiss me..."
"You were doing fine until now, why stop?"
We had been tangling our tongues, with the T-shirt that was being taken off used like handcuffs. After the teacher pulled his lips away, I swallowed his saliva and said, "...Still, no. Kissing is forbidden, ...it's a rule."
"Rules..., phew..., what else is there?"
"S-sex is forbidden...?"
"I already know that, something else."
I made an 'X' in front of my lips with my two index fingers and continued.
"Tell me something else. Don't just stare blankly like that."
"..."
With a rough sound of his belt, his trousers came down, and his men's underwear, which looked almost painful from how incredibly full it was, dropped with a thud. My first impression had clearly been that it was grotesque, but now, far from being grotesque, my heart was just pounding with learned anticipation. Looking at his genitalia, I said, "...S-sex is forbidden.... You can't have sex..."
"I just said that. That one."
"...Ah."
"Something else. What else is there?"
One by one, I started spitting out the rules I had improvised.
"Uh, um.... Don't, absolutely don't touch my body..."
"Anything else."
A cock far superior to the span of my hand, which I had spread as wide as I could. But strangely, it seemed slightly smaller than the one in my memory. Even so, it was a cock that would easily trample the men in the videos I watched when I masturbated. ...If he rammed it in to the root and crushed me, I would definitely climax more times than I could count. Glancing at the bad guy who had ruined my tastes, I blurted out a rule I had thought of a second ago.
"...No sex and no touching my body. ...And don't tell anyone about what happened here. Wouldn't that be fine?"
"Why the last one?"
"Just in case...?"
"Do you think I'd tell others about this?"
"...Yozora. You know."
"I won't tell her either."
"...Why?"
"Why do you think?"
"...I don't know."
"Really?"
"...I, I don't know..."
"..."
His tone made it sound like he was doing something very bad. I took my eyes off his throbbing, massive cock and looked at the teacher.
"If you do anything strange to me, I'll add it to the rules immediately!"
"...Well, anyway, is that the end of the rules?"
"...No sex. No touching my body. No telling other people. ...If it's this much..., ...yes."
"..."
"...Ah, wait..."
I pushed against the teacher's shoulders as he overlapped his lips with mine again and affectionately tangled his tongue with mine. ...Just in case he got hurt, I was sorry. I didn't actually push him, but I acted as if I were pushing him. I kept my hand there, and then, "Phew..., th-that's right.... Kissing is forbidden..."
"..."
Only after the teacher pulled his lips away did I blush with shame and add to the rules.
"...Sh-should I take it out? Now that I think about it, that's not sex..."
"Put it in. If we're going to do it, let's do it properly."
"...Just try kissing me by accident."
I felt endless shame and a strange sense of regret toward the teacher, who was picking up the reckless words I had blurted out without thinking.
"So, the rules are.... is this it?"
"...I'll add more depending on the situation."
"Then now..."
"..."
"...Are you going to keep standing here?"
"...Just say you want to go to the bed."
I made an obvious guess, a bit bluntly. I really don't know why he smiles faintly when he looks at me like this, though.
"...Ah."
As I stepped on and hid the love-juice-covered panties I had left at my feet, the teacher turned his back, grabbed my wrist, and headed toward the bed. It was practically the same as breaking the rules as soon as we started..., but I chewed on my lips and followed the teacher to the bed without a word. ...This was the teacher dragging me to the bed by force. If he didn't do this, I would have had to walk to the bed of my own volition. In terms of the level of shame, this was better.
"T-Teacher."
"Why?"
"...My wrist. You're holding it."
"Ah, you said not to touch your body."
"I'll let it slide this once. ...If you do it again, I'll kick you out."
"...Okay."
...What if, really, just what if he didn't like my tone and ignored the rules and started acting however he wanted? What if the aroused teacher raped me, and I ended up having sex because I had no other choice? ...If I accepted that kind of cock again, I'd never be able to stop having sex for the rest of my life.
My lower abdomen twitched at the heart-pounding hypothesis. I warned him in a somewhat firm tone, lay down on the bed, and wiggled my way up. He, who had been standing still, followed me onto the bed.
"..."
"..."
Strangely enough, he looked a bit like the teacher in my imagination.
"...Hey, it's embarrassing when you look at me like that..."
"Didn't you tell me to look until I was satisfied earlier?"
"That, that's true, but..."
"..."
"Besides, Teacher, you broke the rules again..."
"..."
I had clearly told him I would kick him out if he touched me again. The teacher, who had touched my legs without a moment's hesitation, began to firmly push my thighs apart on both sides without any restraint. ...To be honest, it wasn't a force that was difficult for me, a mutant-type, to handle, but he was using enough force that a normal woman would have definitely been forced to spread her legs. Because he was sending such an aroused gaze toward me.... Little by little, my legs spread open.
"...We agreed you wouldn't touch me..."
"I didn't touch you."
"What is that... Then what is this pushing my thighs right now....... ...Ugh.... W-Wait..."
"...I didn't touch you. Su-a."
"...Hick..., unghick.... It's a hand, right.... You're shameless.... Ungh...!"
In the meantime, the teacher gently spread my thighs and began to carefully stroke the area beneath my short, fine fuzz—a place I had never given him permission to touch, but which hadn't been forbidden by the rules—with something short and slender, similar to a finger.
"It, it tickles..."
Instead of kissing my lips, he pressed his lips against the side of my nipple. Under my chest. Beside my navel. Below my navel. ...Above my clitoris. While he didn't show me his cock, which had veins popping out all over it, anymore.
"I can feel your fingers and your palm, so how is that not..."
"..."
"...Ah, ...ah...?"
"..."
"Wait, Teach...er..."
In the end, he pressed his soft, squishy tongue to my clitoris, which was full of anticipation, instead of the finger I had written in the rules.
"Don't lick it.... Don't lick it..."
"..."
"I was wrong, I was wrong. Teacher, I was wrong."
"..."
"Licking is, forbid.... Ungh......"
Pfft, pfft. The teacher, who had been spreading my vulva—which had started pouring out love juice just from having my clitoris licked a little—with something that resembled a thumb, asked me.
"...Su-a."
"Ye, yes..."
"Do you like just watching like this? Without having sex?"
"...Of, of course..."
He had asked a very difficult question.
"Like this?"
"...Yes. Just licking like this..., ...? Why are you laughing...?"
It was a question close to a trap, one that could have led me to blurt out a strange answer.