A Slip of the Tongue
Since I'd said something wrong, dr-r-rk—the classroom door slid shut. This was after Carlyle had gotten permission from the homeroom teacher. "I'll head to the nurse's office. Bianca seems to be feeling unwell." It wasn't a request; it was a declaration. "Ah—sure! Go right ahead." That was what the teacher said, but her flustered expression wasn't exactly welcoming.
"Let's go, to the nurse's office."
Bianca could only stand there dumbfounded for a moment. She'd known Carlyle was bold enough to just up and leave, but not this bold.
"Are you insane?!"
What would the other classmates think? Sure, he was a delinquent by nature, but she wasn't!
"What if everyone misunderstands…!"
Mid-sentence, Bianca clutched her head. It was spinning, for real.
"I'll take responsibility."
"…Responsibility for what?"
Soon enough, she caught on to what he meant—and it made her cringe even harder. No way that was a misunderstanding, right?
"Not that kind of misunderstanding."
She wasn't originally a girl, after all, so that sort of thing hadn't even crossed her mind. Whatever the others might assume about the two of them, it didn't matter. She'd be back to normal soon enough anyway, and besides, it wasn't true.
It was just her image she was worried about.
But still. This was ridiculous.
How can someone be so shameless?
Fuming, Bianca pummeled Carlyle's back with her fists.
"Put me down, right now. I'll go by myself."
"No can do."
It was pointless. "You can barely walk, and you want to make it to the nurse's office?"
If she could actually walk, she would've climbed down from his back on her own. But damn it, he had a point again, so Bianca fumed in silence, stuck riding piggyback.
Dr-r-rk—and then...
The empty nurse's office. The nurse must've stepped out, so Carlyle promptly laid Bianca down on the bed and rummaged through the medicine cabinet with practiced ease, pulling something out.
"Lie back here for a sec."
He drew the curtain. At his suspicious behavior, Bianca's eyes widened. What now?
"I'll apply the ointment for you. Can't reach it yourself, right?"
True enough. Carlyle Schultz had her there. She started to protest anyway—
"Mmph—!"
Suddenly, he leaned down and sealed her lips with his.
"Mmmph!"
Her protests died in her throat. She kicked her legs and pounded his chest, but her strength was feeble. It ended quickly anyway.
His soft tongue swam roughly through her mouth. Once again, Bianca's mind went numb.
Ah, not again...
Their breaths mingled slowly. The wet sounds of lips sliding. When their saliva stretched like silver thread—
"Ha... mmph..."
Damn it, as much as she hated it. She felt her body heating up.
"...Ha, don't."
She said the words, but the hands pushing him away grew weaker. They'd already been intimate once. Her body remembered every sensation, already burning hot. The heat made her dizzy, the dizziness swept her away.
Before she knew it, Carlyle was pressing a kiss to the cute, straight bridge of her nose. The ticklish, bewildering sensation made her swallow hard. And for some reason...
She started rubbing her thighs together, then clenched them. A damp wetness seeped between them.
"Ha—"
Carlyle let out a sigh like a lament. He'd tried to apply the ointment, but she was being stubborn. Pushing forward like this worked best on her, though. He stroked her now-docile head with a faint smile.
"Why are you so lewd, Bianca?"
Just a kiss, and she was already this wet.
"W-what are you... talking about?"
He swallowed her denial with another kiss. Then slipped a hand under her gray skirt.
So sensitive. When he pressed gently on the fabric of her thin panties—
"Hngh—! Mmph..."
A loud moan escaped between their kissing lips. Startled, Bianca clapped a hand over her mouth, but her trembling fingers gave her away.
"You're soaked. Completely."
"L-lies..."
She tried to argue, but when Carlyle dangled his middle finger—fresh from groping her panties—right in front of her eyes, her face burned red.
"See for yourself, Bianca. How lewd you are."
His low, chuckling voice made her shrink back. A chill ran through her, for some reason.
Carlyle sat up with a groan, rubbing his forehead. "...Still, we can't go further. Ointment first."
The nuance made it sound like he was the one holding back. And he seemed utterly sincere.
"Pick one, Bianca. Do you want to do it here with me? Or the ointment?"
Neither appealed, obviously. But she knew from experience that when he pushed like this, she couldn't resist. It had always been that way.
Whether it was the drug's effect or, as he claimed, her innately lewd body—Bianca already knew her situation all too well.
"The... ointment."
"Then take it off."
His voice held genuine concern—or so it seemed. Hesitantly, Bianca began undressing.
"Ahh... it hurts!"
Bianca lay prone. Carlyle's large hands moved busily, applying the ointment.
"Hurts here?"
"Y-yeah..."
He even gave her a little massage. She let out moans at his touch, sometimes stifling something deeper. His massage did help a bit; the stinging eased gradually.
But something felt off.
Bianca sensed it. His hands were purely massaging, soft and innocent, no ulterior motive.
...
For real. Was she the pervert? Cringing in self-loathing, she squeezed her eyes shut.
...Get it together.
She tried ignoring the sensations, forcing her mind elsewhere. Desperately.
This was insane. Her body reacting even now. He was just innocently massaging, yet here she was, overreacting like a freak.
"Hngh..."
But it was hard to hold back. Each time she moaned from her prone position, Carlyle's expression hardened.
Damn it, for real...
He didn't need to say it. He kept regretting not catching her when she fell. His carelessness had hurt Bianca Shama. The thought made his chest tighten, anger bubbling up.
He was massaging with all sincerity, purely to help. And yet...
"Mm..."
Bianca Shama was just that lewd. Her moans were shifting tone. At first, pure pain. Now, something else.
Her profile, peeking out, flushed bright red—driving him mad.
Carlyle was pissed. Literally, and down below too. He'd been a fool for keeping it pure with such a lewd woman.
How to punish her? Her prone form was perfection: curves flawless. The plain white panties clinging to her thigh, smooth skin on her ass. The rest in prim uniform only heightened the taboo thrill.
But her injury, the location... He'd been holding back. Until he snapped the reins.
Smack—
"Hyat—!"
Bianca jolted. Luckily, he'd spanked the uninjured side. She whipped around to see his sunken expression and cold words.
"Who said you could enjoy it solo?"
"W-what are you talking about?!"
Out of nowhere. She denied it, of course.
"I held back thinking you'd hurt... but you're fine already?"
"No, it hurts!"
"Really?"
Smack—
He spanked again. "Does pain normally make you drip like this? That your body type, Bianca?"
Stunned by the spank, overwhelmed by self-loathing at failing to retort—Bianca lost her words. Embarrassed, frustrated. The uninjured cheek stung strangely.
The whole situation felt scary, unfamiliar. She yelled.
"So what if my body does this?! What am I supposed to do?!"
It hurt less than before, true. Her hypersensitive body layered new sensations.
"I didn't ask for this!"
No exaggeration—just fact. "I'm not doing this because I want to."
She vented her frustration, oblivious. Her indignant claims of innocence, implying you're the one making me like this—they ignited his heart.
"Ha—seriously."
So cute. Carlyle burst out laughing. Couldn't help it.
"You think this is funny?!"
She snapped back, but he just approached and kissed her. Too adorable.
"Mmph..."
The kiss reignited. It always did. Bianca's resistance crumbled under Carlyle. Seemed forced, but not quite. She got swept away.
Just a man and woman in the nurse's office now. The air thickened, heated instantly.
This body of hers—Bianca's—was too lewd, too sensitive. Already wet from his "massage" on her ass.
Schlup—mmph—
Deep kiss, buttons undone swiftly. Cool hand slipped into her open blouse, over her bra.
Her modest, perfect breasts filled his palm.
"Hngh—!"
Bianca's breath hitched. Carlyle Schultz had never met a woman who could climax from just breast play.
Her amethyst eyes melted, pretty and glazed. Flushed red cheeks. Breasts heaving in his hand—her honest reactions fueled his arousal.
His voice dropped lower. "...Tell me, Bianca. Why are you so wet?"
"...N-no, I'm not."
"Gonna keep lying?"
Face to face, whispers close. Her navy skirt hiked up. Panties down to her calves, his large hand claiming the spot.
He moved his long middle finger slowly. Pressed lightly on her slick slit.
"Haaang—!"
She couldn't hold back the moan, clamping her hand over her mouth. How lewd she looked, stifling it.
"Haa—haa—"
Their eyes met. Earlier, he'd had the sense to cushion her injured hip with a pillow.
Her ass shouldn't hurt now...?
Seeing her lost in ecstasy, Carlyle decided. Stroking her hair.
"No one's coming. If they do, I'll stop right away."
He pulled a condom from his pocket. Stopping now was impossible.
Tell him to stop.
Her mind screamed, but her body wouldn't obey.
This is cheating, this feeling...
It felt too good. Male pride long gone. Was her resistance even real?
"Can I...? Bianca."
What nonsense. This delinquent pushes her this far, then asks permission? Pants already open, condom on!
Bianca gaped at the size anew, eyes squeezing shut.
Why's it so huge...?
That thing inside her? She'd felt it before, thighs quivering at the memory. Defeat stung. Anger too.
But more than that, a subtle anticipation...
No, no.
Not anticipation.
Absurd!
Horrified at her own thought, she spat rejection.
"D-do whatever...!"
Or so she thought.
Eh? What? Did my mouth just...?
"Got it."
"Wait, no—! That was a slip!"
Too late. Carlyle thrust into her wetness. No hesitation.
Squelch—perfect fit, no gaps.
His massive length filled her completely.
"...!"
Bianca's breath caught. Vision whiting out in flashing pleasure, limbs tingling, consciousness fading—
Dr-r-rk—suddenly, the nurse's office door slid open.