Chapter 1783 I know what I'm doing (1) *
“I can take care of this, sensei. It will calm down on its own.” I replied, pushing Orimura-sensei’s hand away in the process.
However, she was relentless. She just moved her hand again to grab it one more time.
“I know it will. But how long? Are you going to stand in front of them with this bulging out?”
“I can hide it.”
I swiftly replied but that was only met with a shake of her head.
“You could’ve done that way earlier. That’s not easy to hide, shameless brat. Like I told you, I know what I’m doing. My last relationship might’ve been more than five years ago but my experience stuck with me. Besides, you’re just a brat. I can handle you easily.”
This... Now she really went further than the realm of absurdness.
“Sensei, what about your dignity?”
“What about it? I’m still just going to educate you. Don’t say anything more and move. Sit down there.” With a tone that clearly forbade me from defying her, Orimura-sensei pushed me down on one of the benches in this room.
Then, she stood in front as she started pulling down the zipper of her tracksuit. Slowly but surely, the white shirt underneath it became exposed, and her pair of breasts that were being restrained by it seemingly swelled a little as though they had been released from their tight cage.
Pressing a finger on my lips, Orimura-sensei sat down next to me. Her hand then returned down to my lower body, grabbing the handle sticking out of my pants.
“Will my hand be enough?” She asked. However, she’s not really asking me for my answer. Because as soon as she said that, she gripped the waistband of my track pants and pulled it down, releasing my erection from within.
As soon as she saw its towering visage, Orimura-sensei froze for a moment before her trembling fingers wrapped around its trunk.
“What the hell? This is bigger than my...”
I don’t know if it affected her mentality but for sure, she immediately compared it to something... A toy, maybe? Something she’s using to relieve herself of sexual tension at night.
I know even if I don’t like using toys on my girls, it’s not unlikely for women to have one or two of those, especially adults who aren’t in a relationship. Everyone can be sexually frustrated, after all. And some were doing it for stress relief. Although their own hands were enough for others, there’s still a relative portion of women who rely on those.
Anyway... I’m getting distracted. Or rather, my head is spinning in circles. I probably wanted to distract myself from the sensation of Orimura-sensei’s hand gripping my length.
Unfortunately, the distraction was only a short reprieve. As soon as she began stroking it, I found myself unable to restrain my body from reacting.
Blood pooled down to it, making it harder and slightly bigger. It also started throbbing within her palm, surprising Orimura-sensei further.
“See. You said you can take care of this. Can you really hide this thing from sight?” In a scolding tone, Orimura-sensei turned my head to face her. With her hand already covering up my mouth, replying to her was impossible unless I moved it away.
“Leave this to me, shameless brat. Close your eyes or watch if you want. But you’re not going to leave this room without releasing it.” She continued. The trembling of her hand already stopped and her palm had started to slide smoothly across its surface. Her thumb was moving ever-so-slightly, pressing on the tip every time she would reach it.
Precum had already stained her thumb and yet she continued doing it. She’s more than aware that she’s doing it right. She’s not lying when she says she’s experienced.
Still, looking at her expression, there was a subtle redness that was becoming visible. Her breath had also become warmer than earlier, evidence of her body temperature rising. No matter how much she claims that she’s just doing this to help me out or educate me, she’s still going to be affected by it.
I mean, she even opened up her tracksuit because her chest would feel tighter when she got turned on.
In any case, she’s now being unreasonable. Dictating what I have to do when I can overpower her if I so choose to do so.
I can’t stay silent anymore. Even if this feels good, I have to at least establish myself not simply as a passive student being educated by her. I could honor her wish but not like this.
“Sensei...” I started as I lifted my hand to slide hers off of my mouth. “You will regret this once we leave this room.”
Telling her to stop would surely be ineffective. By talking to her reason once more, she might just wake up from this madness.
Or so I thought. Her mentality remained adamant.
“I won’t. I proposed this. I’ll see through this on my own.”
Upon replying like that, she increased the pace of her strokes. With her eyes alternating between my face and my cock, she’s expertly adjusting the touch of her thumb to where my expression would visibly show a reaction. Sometimes she would bend her back to hover her face above it. Then, she’ll let her saliva spill down to act as another lubricant apart from my precum.
She really knows what she’s doing. But unlike earlier, she clarified that it’s not from her experience but instead, she took it from the videos she watched. Yeah, she’s truly not as inexperienced or innocent as Eguchi-sensei. She didn’t have the trauma that Eguchi-sensei faced so she’s not really that averse to men. Hence, she had a few relationships years ago. Only recently did she give up on looking for one. Even when some of her colleagues in this school were showing interest, she’d decline them even before they could express their intention.
Yep. In a way, while trying to jerk me off, she also started spilling her own history. I had no idea if she did it to make me relaxed or be accepting of this. But one thing was for sure, despite the absurdity of this situation, she still had a sound mind.
In any case, despite that, I continued my attempt to change her mind but no matter what I said, Orimura-sensei continued deflecting it. Even if her reasoning was far off from my words, she’d take it as a success, preventing me from chipping away at her resolve to do this.
Minutes quickly passed. While her hand continued stroking my cock, the pleasure it was bringing me would never be enough to reach my climax. Besides, with my head also set on trying to reason with her, that also helped as a distraction.
Finding out that I was nowhere near cumming, her hand halted its movement. She then clicked her tongue and said...
“So, you have a few experiences that hand isn’t enough for you? Fine.” As she said that in a bit of spite, she retracted her hand first to fix her hair. She tucked away the long fringes by redoing the tie holding her long hair behind.
Following that, Orimura-sensei lifted her shirt, giving my eyes access to her smooth, toned navel, and compact-looking chest. She rolled the shirt up to her collar and let it rest just a little bit on top of her bra.
“You like this, right? You even did that to Ryouko. Here, you can cop a feel.” Without waiting for me to nod or at least react to her question, she grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand against her chest. Reflexively, my fingers spread open which resulted in me perfectly cupping her breast in my hand.
Even through her sports bra, I could honestly say that she also took great care of its development.
Perhaps thinking that I intentionally did, Orimura-sensei smirked in satisfaction.
She let go of my wrist before clutching the bottom part of her bra and yanking it up, exposing her naked chest in front of my eyes.
Mistaking my reaction as fascination at her perky pair of bountiful softness, Orimura-sensei continued. She stretched her arm to the back of my head once more and pushed my face down on her bosom. She even aimed my lips close to her nipple, urging me to suck on her.
And while waiting for me to do it, her hand returned to my cock and resumed stroking sensually.
I’m certain that if I still failed to cum from this added stimulation, things would continue to progress further.
Ah. Damn it! Since she’s going to play dirtily like this... I should at least get back at her by showing her that I’m not as simple as she currently thinks I am.
“Sensei, for the last time. We can stop now and write this off as nothing before you regret doing this later.”
“You’re the one who should stop resisting, shameless brat. I won’t repeat myself again. I won’t regret this. I’m doing this for you.”
Haa... So, it’s hopeless, huh? Well then...
As I shook my head in resignation, my mind churned as I started isolating useless thoughts and sweeping them away. The only remaining thought in it was to eat whatever the hell this woman was cooking.
At the same time as her hand stroked downward, I put my hands just beneath her underarm holding her chest upright before moving my head and clamping my lips around the nipple she offered me.
As soon as that sensitive part of her slid inside my mouth and was welcomed by my tongue, Orimura-sensei’s confident stroke halted momentarily as her fingers tightened around my throbbing length.
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