I pulled over one of the teacher's chairs and sat down, crossing my arms as I watched in silence.
Satsuki stood with her back to me, pulling her panties back into place. The lacy fabric clung to her damp skin, and a thin trail of my semen still trickled down her left thigh. She took a few tissues from her bag and began to clean herself discreetly, without looking in my direction.
The blouse, the bra, the skirt—all put back on with precision. As if nothing had happened.
But then, as she fastened the last button of her blouse, she turned and looked at me with a mixture of relief, embarrassment, and something she didn't want to admit.
"Why didn't you go back to class?" she asked, trying to smooth her hair with her hands.
I glanced at my watch, then at her, unhurried.
"You asked for my help. It would be weird to go back alone," I replied in my usual indifferent tone. "Besides, it's already been eighteen minutes. We agreed on ten. If we'd gone back in seven, no one would have suspected."
Seeing her struggling with her hair, I walked over to her, pulling a comb from my pocket to brush it.
The comb glided smoothly through her hair, unhurried, my fingertips untangling each knot before the teeth reached it. Satsuki's body tensed for a moment before she relaxed, leaning back against my chest.
"You can't be this gentle." Her face was slightly flushed as she tried to bury it in my chest. "You'll just make me fall for you even more."
"Be quiet," I replied dryly, pulling the comb through her hair.
"Jerk." Her flushed cheeks puffed out in frustration. "Did you have to ruin the mood?"
I ignored her and continued my work. Satsuki didn't seem to mind, or rather, she was already used to this behavior.
"There." I ran the comb through her hair one last time, making sure it was perfect. "Now, let's go."
"Wait." She walked over to her bag, grabbing a small mirror to touch up her lipstick.
"Let's go." I glanced at my watch. "Another three minutes have passed."
"Always so precise?"
"Punctuality is one of my virtues," I said, not blinking. "I don't like making people wait. And I don't like waiting."
She smiled, despite the residual tension in the air. It was a small, almost imperceptible smile, but it was real.
"You're weird, Ren."
"I get that a lot."
She put the mirror away, picked up her glasses, and carefully placed them on her face. This version of her, now composed, seemed just as natural as the undressed one from minutes ago.
Professional. Unattainable. The same old Professor Hoshino.
But her eyes... were still wet.
"Shall we?" I asked, observing the contrast between her tear-brimmed eyes and her composed figure, resisting the urge to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there on one of the desks.
She nodded with a small smile; she knew exactly the effect she had on me. Damn her.
We left the staff room in silence. Our footsteps echoed down the empty hallway, the rhythmic sound of two accomplices returning to normal. She walked beside me now, casting fleeting glances in my direction.
She was teasing me. And the worst part... she was succeeding.
She knew I had priorities, which is why she was so bold... but when this class was over, I'd make a point of making her cry out in pleasure in my bed while I relentlessly spanked her ass.
The image of her on all fours, sweaty, hair disheveled, moaning my name...
"What dirty things are you thinking about, Kurokawa Ren?"
Her teasing voice pulled me from my reverie. I turned to face her and asked languidly:
"Do you really want me to say?"
"Maybe... later." She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip as she spoke, before letting out a laugh and entering the classroom.
I followed her with an impassive expression, my mind already calculating ways to punish this audacious teacher later.
"Meet me at my place tonight."
After whispering in Satsuki's ear, I returned to my seat. A few students might have noticed, but I honestly don't care. They wouldn't be stupid enough to report it to the principal, anyway.
Class went by quickly; I don't remember a thing that happened. My mind kept drifting to the things I was going to do to Satsuki.
That audacious teacher wasn't getting any sleep tonight!
After casting a last glance at Satsuki's retreating figure, I started packing my things. It was easy, since I didn't have much to begin with. It wasn't that I couldn't afford it; I just didn't want to.
"Ren... can we talk?"
A red-haired girl grabbed the sleeve of my jacket.
I think her name was Lin Yao. She was the heiress to a rich family—very rich. She was also my favorite client.
"Yo, what's up? Lin Yao?"
"Let's talk somewhere else."
She grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the classroom. I followed silently, curious about what she wanted.
We passed a few girls who looked at us with disdain. Lin Yao ignored their stares and led me toward an empty classroom.
"Who do they think they are, doing that kind of thing at the academy?"
"They're so shameless."
"I'm not judging... I'd let Ren do whatever he wanted to me, too."
The girls stopped their insults, looked at the last girl, and said in unison, "Yan Yan! That's the second time you've had those kinds of fantasies!"
"Hehehe." The pink-haired girl just giggled, her cheeks flushing, but her eyes stayed locked on me.
Yan Yan... I know her. She's a friend with benefits. Come to think of it, I don't think I've paid much attention to her recently. I'll have to pay her a visit sometime.
I shook my head and followed Lin Yao into the room. She closed the door and stood there, staring at me with an unreadable expression.
"So..." I looked at her and asked. "What did you want to talk about? Don't tell me you want to fuck?"
Her face twisted in disgust, and her response was sharp. "No! Gross."
"I'm a lesbian!" A flash of fear crossed her eyes. She backed away until she hit the door, cowering as she asked, "Don't tell me you're tired of leeching off my family's money, and now you want to... take advantage of me?"
Now I remembered why I don't like talking to Lin Yao. Besides being a total coward, she was pretentious and seriously overestimated her own importance.
Seriously?
If I were going to rape someone, why would it be her? Her body is average at best, her chest is flat as a board, and her ass is practically non-existent.
The only thing she has going for her is her delicate face, but it's a shame her arrogant behavior ruins any cuteness she might have.
I frowned and said coldly, "Get to the point. I don't have time for games."
Lin Yao calmed down at my words. Her tense body relaxed instantly.
"I need your help."
"..."
Fucking hell, this girl's moods are unstable. One moment she's trembling in fear, the next she's asking for my help.
"Help with what?"
I sat on one of the desks, mentally preparing myself for whatever Lin Yao was about to say. Whenever she asks for my help, it's guaranteed to be some difficult shit, and I'm obligated to accept.
Since I'm her boyfriend.
At least, her fake one.
"My parents are throwing a banquet, and they want to 'evaluate' my boyfriend. You have to come."
I rubbed my temples.
What a pain in the ass.
"Lin Yao, why don't you just tell your parents you're a lesbian?"
"No!" she shouted. "They expect a perfect daughter. They'd be so disappointed in me if they knew."
"And you can't complain!" She stepped closer, pointing a finger at me. "You get paid to pretend to be my boyfriend! Or did you forget?"
I shook my head and replied, "Well, if you didn't remind me every single time we meet, maybe I would have."
"Then I'm doing a good job," she muttered, satisfied with herself. She definitely didn't get the hint, but I wasn't about to explain it.
"When is this banquet?"
"The 21st, at 6 PM. Don't worry, I've already ordered a designer suit for you. You just have to go get measured by the stylist."
"Okay," I said after considering it for a moment. Lin Yao had already arranged everything. All I had to do was show up and put on a convincing act.
"Thanks, Ren. I have to go now, Sayaka is probably waiting for me."
Lin Yao didn't waste another second, leaving quickly after hearing my reply.
She's actually a good person. Despite her problematic personality, she's genuinely kind-hearted. She's helped me out several times, even when I didn't ask for it.
It's just a shame she's such a coward, afraid to reveal her sexuality publicly. On top of that, she has terrible taste in relationships.
I'd like to warn her that this Midori Sayaka is just using and deceiving her. But it would probably be useless. Lin Yao wouldn't believe me, and I'd likely lose a valuable client.
"Fuck it. I'll deal with that another day. Today, my focus is on punishing Satsuki."
For now, Sayaka hasn't done anything serious to Lin Yao, so I'll let it slide.
When I left the room, I stumbled upon an interesting scene. A guy was apologizing to his girlfriend.
The guy, who looked like a repentant puppy, was clinging to her hands, his eyes brimming with supplication.
I vaguely recognized him as one of the new kids. He was cowering before his girlfriend, who looked like she was about to explode.
"P-Please, forgive me, Akemi! It was a misunderstanding! I swear I didn't mean to flirt with Naomi, she was the one coming on to me!"
The girlfriend, Akemi, was impossible to ignore.
She had long, vibrant emerald-green hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her body was the personification of the word "voluptuous." Not skeletal thinness, nor the slender form of most of the elite students, but the well-distributed opulence of someone who works out but also likes to eat well.
Her full breasts were pressed tight under her blouse, and her hips were generous, but what really caught the eye were her thighs. Thick, fleshy thighs that strained against the fabric of her uniform skirt. They were the thighs of an athlete, or of someone who spent a lot of time strengthening their lower body.
I felt a strange sense of déjà vu. A feeling that I'd seen this girl before, in a completely different context. I frowned, watching her more closely.
Her face was twisted in a mixture of fury and hurt, her large, dark eyes fixed on her boyfriend.
"Misunderstanding?! You were laughing at her stupid jokes, Kenji! And then you spent the whole break staring at her ass!" she yelled, causing the few remaining students to quicken their pace to get away.
I stopped to watch the scene, crossing my arms. Akemi looked strangely familiar.
Where had I seen her?
I have a near-photographic memory for details, especially the ones that matter, and this girl's curves definitely fell into the "important details" category.
As her boyfriend stammered out apologies, she shifted, and the hallway light accentuated the curves of her body.
Wait a minute... Thick thighs, voluptuous, green hair...
A slow, malicious smile spread across my face.
I remembered where I'd seen her.
It was last Tuesday. The day Professor Satsuki saw me. The day I was at the track and field gym, but not to study, as she'd assumed.
I was there for a fight with the arrogant captain of the track team, who had a reputation for sleeping with any girl he wanted.
I'd found him in the men's locker room, and he wasn't alone. The green-haired girl was with him. Fucking him.
He shouldn't have picked a fight with me. I was genuinely pissed when I heard someone had dared to challenge me.
So I beat him until he couldn't move. Then, I looked at the green-haired girl, who was cowering and crying.
"I'm still pissed off at your little boyfriend... I guess I'll have to take my anger out on you," I said, approaching her slowly.
She tried to run. But I grabbed her by the arm and pinned her against the wall, covering her mouth to keep her from screaming.
Forcing her to look at the guy I assumed was her boyfriend, lying unconscious on the floor, I whispered: "Scream, and he ends up in the hospital. Stay quiet, and I swear he'll be fine. Choose."
The fear in her eyes turned me on. She stopped struggling and slowly nodded, pulling my hand away from her mouth.
I knew I wasn't going to keep that promise, but she didn't need to know that.
I would never forget those thighs. They were unforgettable. The way they trembled as I penetrated her, the way she cried and begged me to stop... it only made me go harder and faster.
Hahahaha.
It was funny how the panic in her eyes quickly turned into unbridled lust after just a few minutes of sex.
I still vividly remember the way she spread those thick thighs for me, despite her initial resistance. They clamped around my waist with the strength of a vice.
And today I find out that this guy begging on the floor is her actual boyfriend.
After laughing at the situation, I refocused on the scene.
Akemi was still berating her boyfriend. Her voice was high and shrill. The same voice that, in the gym, had moaned my name.
She really was a good actress. Acting like the furious, virtuous, betrayed girlfriend, when just a few days ago, she was the one cheating.
Poor bastard.
I looked at the boyfriend begging for forgiveness. He had no idea of the true extent of Akemi's infidelity.
My expression remained neutral. I wasn't going to intervene. It wasn't worth the trouble.
Akemi, still with her back to me, tossed her green hair and sighed dramatically. "You're an idiot, Kenji! I thought you were different!"
It wasn't my place to intervene in other people's romantic dramas, especially when it might spoil the fun of a hot slut.
I shook my head, letting out a small huff of amusement.
"You're going to pay for that stupid flirting. And from now on, you're not sleeping with me anymore," the green-haired girl, Akemi, finally said to her boyfriend.
"What?" The guy looked confused.
"That's right. I can't trust you anymore, so... we're not being intimate."
The guy started to cry.
"No! Please, Akemi!"
I walked away, leaving the drama behind. The hallway was almost empty now, and I needed to get going.
Akemi... I'll have to pay her a visit sometime.
Cheating on her boyfriend.
Such a bad girl.