Lie (3)
I admit it. It was an answer driven more by instinct than reason. Borrowing a phrase from Aria's book, the 'scent of a female' was wafting thick in the air. She wasn't even asking me to love her the most. She was just pleading for me to use her body the most—so how could I say no? Words once spoken can't be taken back.
"Th-that's, re-really...♡ Teo, Te-teacher...♡"
Claudia had already heard my answer. Even as she asked again in that voice brimming with eager anticipation, I replied simply, "Yes."
For now, the situation itself wasn't so bad. I'd promised to use her the most, but she had no way to verify it. And I'd resolved her jealousy and anxiety, at least for the moment. Still, one thing was clear: I'd have to ramp up either the frequency or the intensity from before.
...Up to here, it was rational thinking. After that? Pure instinct. Suppressing the raw, primal excitement any man would feel was harder than I'd imagined. My cock was already throbbing on the verge of bursting. My pants stretched taut, ready to split at the seams. My head burned hot, spinning wildly.
Let's keep going for now.
"But... do you even know what 'use' means when you say that?"
I added a bit of pressure to the fingers clutching her breast, kneading the soft flesh once.
"Hii, mmph♡ Y-yes, I, I kn-know..."
She knew—and said it anyway. Of course she did. Which made the next question inevitable.
"How did you want to be used, Claudia?"
I leaned forward. This time, not whispering into her ear but beside her nape. I exhaled long and deliberate, letting my warm breath brush her collarbone.
"Hii♡ Hi, uh, uhn♡"
Claudia let out a melting moan, completely flustered. Still seated in the chair, she bucked her hips or twisted her waist side to side. Time to ease off the breasts. No regrets—they weren't off-limits for the rest of the day. Maybe every day... nah, too far.
"Answer me."
I spoke slowly once more, sliding my hand downward. Never breaking contact with her body. From her breast to the soft plane of her belly, her waist, her flaring hips. Past her thighs as if to seize her ass, heading for the sensitive inner legs.
"Spread your legs."
"Y-yes...♡ R-right, n-now, sp-spreading...♡"
Wide open. Her legs parted instantly, creating space for my hand. No hesitation, no shame. Her voice choked with the desperate urge to be 'used.'
Her inner thighs were already fever-hot and slick. Not from exercise... no, definitely not. This was impure wetness pooling in her secret depths. The stockings, meant to be sleek, clung damply instead.
"Good girl."
A short bit of praise, and my hand delved deeper. Fingers tracing her swollen thighs inward. To the crease where thigh met pelvis. Crossing that intimate boundary where flesh folded against flesh.
One detail now: Claudia's lower garments were unusual. A garter belt strap shielded the space between her legs. The hiked-up skirt must have exposed it... whatever. I simply unclasped the fabric hook and shoved the cloth aside.
Black stockings, and beneath the sheer layer, pink panties came into view. She had to feel my gaze locked there. The moment I cleared the fabric, her breathing turned ragged.
"Hu, haa-♡ Hu♡ Haa, ha, haa-♡"
"You still haven't answered my question, Claudia. How do you want to be used? By me—how? Where?"
I drove the point home again. Not that it was a simple question, of course. For Claudia, anywhere would do, so long as I tormented her plenty. Really, it boiled down to 'what do you crave right now?'
Her mouth hung open, unable to close as she panted out her reply.
"Y-your h-hand...♡ I-I'd like Te-teacher's h-hand to t-touch me...♡"
"'Where' is missing."
A brief silence—but her answer followed swiftly.
"...Th-there...♡ Wh-where Te-teacher's h-hand is t-touching...♡"
So utterly transparent. And yet, even after all we'd done, she still couldn't say my name properly? Time to teach her.
"Not 'there,' Claudia. Say it. 'Pussy.'"
Honestly, I'd expected her to balk from embarrassment. I was wrong. No pause, no stutter of shame.
"P-pu-pussy-♡ T-touch my p-pussy, p-pussy♡"
Brimming with desire from the start. Bursting with fantasies. Just the development she craved. A future saintess uttering 'pussy' like common slang... well, I was the one who'd prompted it.
"Good girl."
Praise again, short and sweet. My hand settled over her stockings. Index and middle fingers pressed to the panties, marked by a faint wet stain. I ground down hard—scraaaape, press, ruuuub—rubbing with firm intent.
No gentleness here. Just enough pressure to make her cum. No escape.
"O-ohoo, oh...♡ O-og, grr...♡"
Her body thrashed so wildly the chair rattled. She could barely draw breath, but she was climaxing harder than ever. And I hadn't even touched her directly—just pressed and rubbed her slick folds through the fabric.
For a long moment, her waist quivered in the aftershocks. "Hee, he, uwoo-♡ Hu, huu, ha-♡" Finally catching her breath, she slowly straightened her slumped body.
Next? Keep going? I glanced sideways at the clock. 6:46. The apprentice saintesses' dinner started at 7. Way too tight. Aria had said to return before the meal. And above all, there was Teresa. She'd heard Claudia was headed to the infirmary. If Claudia was late for dinner, she'd come looking for sure.
But ending it here didn't sit right with me either. Not the best idea, maybe, but one option came to mind.
First, I untied the cloth blindfolding her eyes.
"Haa, haa...♡ Teo Te-teacher...♡"
Her vision restored, she fixed me with eyes overflowing with lust, murmuring my name.
...No. Can't give in. We could do this anytime I wanted.
"It's 6:46 now. When does dinner start, Claudia?"
"D-dinner's at 7... B-but..."
The rest was obvious. But it's fine? A little late is okay? No—the issue was Teresa showing up here.
"No. We have a promise with Aria. Just like the one between you and me, you need to keep the one with her too."
She deflated instantly, a gloomy cloud settling over her face.
"But."
"D-don't stooop...!"
The clouds parted, sunlight breaking through. I seized one of her hands and pulled it toward me. The most direct, visceral proof of my arousal. I guided her palm to the bulging center of my pants and pressed it there.
"Hii, th-this, this..."
"Yes. Because of Claudia, it's like this."
Part of it was to bolster her spirits a bit. Sending her off like this would just breed more anxiety and jealousy. As expected, she beamed inwardly at having aroused me—her lips twitched upward slyly.
"So right now, I want to use Claudia's mouth."
"M-mouth..."
She parroted blankly, realization dawning a beat later.
"M-mouth...!"
Her mouth worked open and shut.
"Will you do it? If I use your mouth so you won't be late..."
I trailed off, whispering conspiratorially.
"Next time, I'll use your 'pussy.'"
"Hii, u, uwoo...! Y-yes, I c-can do it...♡"
Time was still ticking during this exchange. Cutting it close.
"Then, let's do it now."
I released her hand, unbuckled my belt, and dropped my pants. No room for hesitation. Her eyes flew wide at the sight of my cock springing free. "...Y-yes, Te-teacher...♡ U-use my m-mouth...♡"
She swallowed hard, then obediently leaned forward. Brushing her falling hair behind her ear, her small mouth parted. Her gaze lifted to mine even as her lips drew nearer to the glans. Just before they met.
Our eyes locked; she hesitated, then murmured,
"Um... Be-better than Lu-Lucia and Aria...♡"
I'd never mentioned oral with the others. No need for comparisons. Anyway, now it was 6:52. Time-attack fellatio—before Teresa came hunting for the tardy student.