Kai's POV
Nemuri opened the door wearing casual clothes for once.
Jeans. A loose sweater. Hair tied back in a messy ponytail. She looked softer like this. More approachable.
"Congratulations," she said, pulling me into a hug. "Top five. I'm impressed."
"You doubted me?"
"Never." She kissed me softly. "Come in. Dinner's almost ready."
Her apartment smelled like garlic and tomatoes. She'd actually cooked, which was rare. Usually we ordered in or I made something.
"You cooked?" I asked.
"Don't sound so shocked." She headed to the kitchen. "I can cook when I want to. I just usually don't want to."
"What changed?"
"This felt like an occasion." She stirred something on the stove. "My boyfriend got into U.A. My class, specifically. That deserves a home-cooked meal."
I sat at her kitchen counter and watched her work. There was something domestic about the scene. Comfortable.
"So," I said. "Ground rules."
"After dinner." She glanced back at me. "Let me enjoy this moment before we get into the complicated stuff."
"Fair enough."
Dinner was simple but good.
Pasta with homemade sauce. Garlic bread. A bottle of wine that she insisted on opening despite it being a weeknight.
"To your future," she said, raising her glass.
"To our future," I corrected.
She smiled and clinked her glass against mine.
We ate in comfortable silence for a while. The wine was good. The food was better. But I could tell she was thinking, working through something in her head.
"You're nervous," I observed.
"I'm not nervous."
"You've been stirring your pasta for five minutes without taking a bite."
She looked down at her plate and laughed. "Okay. Maybe a little nervous."
"About what?"
"About everything." She set down her fork. "This is new territory, Kai. I've never dated a student before. Never even considered it. And now you're going to be in my class, sitting in my lectures, calling me Sensei..."
"Does that bother you?"
"It excites me." She met my eyes. "And that's what bothers me."
"Explain."
"The power dynamic. Teacher and student. It's..." She searched for the right word. "Taboo. And I've always had a thing for taboo."
"I've noticed."
"But this is different. This is real. If anyone finds out, my career is over. Your education is over. Everything we've built comes crashing down."
"Then we make sure no one finds out."
"It's not that simple."
"It can be." I reached across the table and took her hand. "We've been careful so far. We'll keep being careful."
"You make it sound easy."
"It won't be easy. But it'll be worth it."
She squeezed my hand. "You always know what to say."
"I learned from you."
We moved to the couch after dinner.
She curled up against my side, wine glass in hand. The tension from earlier had faded, replaced by something more relaxed.
"Okay," she said. "Ground rules. Let's do this."
"I'm listening."
"At school, we're strangers." Her voice was firm. "Not just professional. Strangers. No lingering looks. No special treatment. No private conversations that could be misconstrued."
"Makes sense."
"You call me Kayama-sensei. Not Nemuri. Not even Midnight. Kayama-sensei, like every other student."
"Got it."
"If I have to discipline you, I will. Publicly. The same way I'd discipline anyone else. Probably harsher, actually, to avoid any appearance of favoritism."
"I can handle that."
"And if we pass each other in the hallway, we nod and move on. No stopping to chat. No excuses to be near each other."
"Understood."
She took a long sip of wine. "This is going to be hard."
"Which part?"
"All of it." She set down her glass. "Seeing you every day and not being able to touch you. Watching you interact with other students, other girls, and having to pretend I don't care."
"You'll care?"
"Of course I'll care." She looked at me. "I know what we agreed. I know your quirk needs variety. I know there will be others eventually. But knowing something and feeling something are different."
"We don't have to do this. If it's too much..."
"It's not too much." She cut me off. "I want this. I want you. I just need you to understand that it won't be easy for me. Watching you build connections with your classmates while I have to stand at the front of the room pretending to be impartial."
"You won't be just standing there. You'll be teaching me. Training me. Making me stronger."
"From a distance."
"A necessary distance." I pulled her closer. "But the distance doesn't change how I feel about you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Nemuri's POV
He always knew how to calm me down.
I'd been anxious about this conversation for days. Running scenarios in my head. Imagining everything that could go wrong.
But sitting here with him, his arm around me, his warmth seeping into my body... the anxiety faded.
"What about outside school?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"When can we see each other? How do we make this work with your schedule?"
He considered the question. "Weekends should be safe. Friday nights through Sunday."
"And weekdays?"
"Harder. I'll have classes, training, homework. Plus I need to maintain my relationship with Yu."
The mention of her name didn't sting like it used to. I'd grown comfortable with the arrangement. Even fond of Yu, in my own way.
"So weekends are mine?"
"Mostly. We might need to adjust for exams or special training."
"And Yu gets weekdays?"
"Some of them. Not all." He kissed my temple. "I'll figure out a balance. I always do."
"You're good at that. Balancing."
"I have to be."
I turned to face him, tucking my legs underneath me. "There's something else we need to discuss."
"What?"
"Physical contact." I took a breath. "At school, obviously, none. But what about when I come home? When the stress of pretending builds up and I need... release?"
"Then you text me. And if I can come over, I will."
"And if you can't?"
"Then you wait until I can." He cupped my face. "But I'll always make time for you, Nemuri. Always."
"Even when you're surrounded by cute classmates?"
"Especially then." He smirked. "Watching pretty girls all day and not being able to touch them? I'll need release too."
"So we'll use each other."
"We'll take care of each other. There's a difference."
Kai's POV
She kissed me then.
Deep and hungry, her body pressing against mine. The conversation had wound her up, and now she needed to unwind.
"I want you," she murmured against my lips.
"Now?"
"Now." She climbed into my lap, straddling me. "Before school starts. Before everything changes. I want one more night where you're just mine."
"I'm always yours."
"You know what I mean."
I did know. Tomorrow, everything would be different. I'd be a student. She'd be my teacher. The dynamic would shift in ways we couldn't predict.
But tonight, we were just us.
"Then take what you want," I said.
She pulled her sweater over her head. No bra underneath. Her breasts hung free, nipples already hard.
"I intend to."
She kissed me again while her hands worked at my shirt. Pulled it off and tossed it aside. Her fingers traced down my chest, my abs, stopping at my belt.
"I've been thinking about this all day," she admitted. "Through dinner. Through the conversation. All I could think about was getting you naked."
"And here I thought you wanted to talk."
"I did want to talk. I also wanted to fuck." She undid my belt. "I'm capable of multitasking."
She slid off my lap and knelt between my legs. Pulled down my pants and boxers together. My cock sprang free, already hard from her attention.
"Hello there," she murmured, wrapping her hand around me.
"You and Yu say the same thing."
"Great minds." She stroked me slowly. "Now shut up and let me worship you."
Nemuri's POV
I took him into my mouth.
Slow at first. Savoring the weight of him on my tongue, the taste of his skin. He groaned above me, his hand finding my hair.
"Fuck, Nemuri..."
I hummed around him and took him deeper. Relaxed my throat until my nose pressed against his pelvis. Held there for a moment, swallowing around his length.
"Your throat is incredible," he gasped.
I pulled back and grinned up at him. "I know."
I went back to work. Bobbing my head, stroking what my mouth couldn't reach. Wet sounds filled the room.
Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp.
"I'm not going to last if you keep that up," he warned.
"Good." I sucked harder. "Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you."
"Nemuri..."
"Do it. Give it to me."
I doubled my efforts. Took him as deep as I could, over and over. His hand tightened in my hair.
"Cumming!"
His cock pulsed on my tongue. Hot cum flooded my mouth, and I swallowed eagerly. Kept sucking, kept swallowing, drinking down every drop.
When he finally stopped, I pulled off with a satisfied smile.
"Delicious," I said, licking my lips.
"You're insatiable."
"You made me this way." I stood and undid my jeans. Pushed them down along with my panties. "Now return the favor."
Kai's POV
I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto the couch.
She squealed as I positioned her, legs spread, pussy on display. I knelt between her thighs and pressed my mouth against her.
"Oh fuck," she moaned.
I licked along her slit, tasting her arousal. She was already soaking wet, her juices coating my tongue.
"You're drenched," I observed.
"I told you. Been thinking about this all day."
I focused on her clit. Sucking gently, flicking it with my tongue. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head.
"Right there," she gasped. "Don't stop."
I didn't stop. Kept working her clit while I slid two fingers inside her. Curled them against her g-spot.
"KAI!"
Her back arched off the couch. Her hands grabbed my hair, holding me in place. I could feel her getting close, her walls fluttering around my fingers.
"Cum for me," I said against her pussy. "Let me taste you."
"I'm cumming! FUCK!"
Her pussy clenched around my fingers. Her thighs clamped around my head. Juices flooded my mouth and I swallowed eagerly, lapping up everything she gave me.
I didn't stop. Kept licking, kept fingering, pushed her into a second orgasm before the first one ended.
"Too much!" she cried. "Oh god, it's too much!"
"You can take it."
"I can't..."
"You can."
She came again. Screaming, shaking, tears streaming down her face. When I finally pulled back, she was a trembling mess.
"Holy shit," she panted.
"Ready for more?"
"Always."
Nemuri's POV
He climbed on top of me.
His cock pressed against my entrance, hard again already. The essence absorption was ridiculous.
"How do you want it?" he asked.
"Hard. I want to feel you for days."
"That can be arranged."
He thrust inside in one stroke.
"FUCK!"
He didn't give me time to adjust. Just started pounding into me immediately. The couch shook beneath us.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
"Yes!" I screamed. "Just like that!"
"You wanted hard. This is hard."
"Harder!"
He grabbed my legs and pushed them back toward my chest. Changed the angle so he could go even deeper.
"OH GOD!"
His cock was hitting places that made me see stars. Each thrust drove the air from my lungs. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only feel.
"You're so tight," he groaned. "Even after everything, you're still so fucking tight."
"Only for you." I could barely form words. "Always tight for you."
"Good girl."
The praise made me clench around him. He felt it and smirked.
"You like that? Being called a good girl?"
"Yes..."
"Then be a good girl and cum for me."
"I'm close... so close..."
"Cum. Now."
"CUMMING!"
Kai's POV
She shattered beneath me.
Her pussy spasmed wildly, gripping my cock like a vice. Her whole body convulsed, her screams filling the apartment.
I didn't stop. Kept fucking her through the orgasm, chasing my own release.
"Inside," she begged. "Cum inside me."
"You sure?"
"Always sure. Fill me up."
I slammed deep and let go.
"CUMMING!"
My cock pulsed, pumping rope after rope into her depths. The essence transfer activated, energy flowing between us.
"Yes!" she screamed. "I can feel it! You're filling me up!"
I kept cumming. More than seemed possible. Her pussy overflowed, cum leaking out around my shaft.
When it finally stopped, I collapsed on top of her.
"Holy shit," she breathed.
"Good?"
"Perfect." She wrapped her arms around me. "Stay inside me. I want to fall asleep like this."
"We have more to discuss."
"Tomorrow." She kissed my jaw. "Everything else can wait until tomorrow."
I looked down at her. This beautiful woman who was about to become my teacher. Who would stand in front of the class pretending I was just another student while my cum dried inside her.
The thought was incredibly hot.
"Tomorrow," I agreed.
I woke to early morning light.
Nemuri was still asleep, curled against my side. We'd moved to her bed at some point during the night after two more rounds on the couch.
My phone showed the date. First day of school was in three days.
Three days to prepare. Three days to get my head right.
I slipped out of bed carefully and started gathering my clothes. Nemuri stirred but didn't wake.
I watched her for a moment. Peaceful. Beautiful. Mine.
But also my teacher, starting in three days.
I left a note on her pillow.
See you in class, Kayama-sensei.
Then I headed home to prepare for the next chapter of my life.