While I spaced out, Miyagi took the melted-ice glass from my hand, setting it with his on the tray under the bed.
He slid the Black Thunder off too, tossing out, "I'll soak these sheets so bad, you'll wish it was blood."
"W-Where do you learn that kinda talk… ugh… unnn!?"
Round three kicked off.
A kiss alone numbed me.
No—my hypersensitive body climaxed from just that.
Impossible, right? I might actually break tonight.
"Big finish, huh? Kissing your student turn you on?"
"What? Just a kiss? No way… am I broken?"
"Breaking's fine. I'd get jealous if it happened with anyone else, though."
Other guys?
Anyone but him?
I can't even imagine it now.
No man could do this—Miyagi's why my body's screaming.
"N-No, it's just you. Only you."
I said it straight.
Then realized it sounded like a marriage pitch.
But maybe—with Miyagi—just maybe.
That tiny hope slipped out in those words.
Here's the result.
"Glad you'd say that. But I'm not just yours—I'll play with other girls too."
"…Huh?"
My faint hope crashed.
"I told you—my sex drive's overflowing."
"B-But I'm here…"
"I really like you, Sensei."
"L-Like me…?"
"But I'm not a one-woman guy. You said no marriage or recognition, right?"
"Ugh…"
Betrayal's the wrong word.
He's followed my terms from the start.
I grabbed insane luck, got carried away, and misread it—making him uncomfortable.
"You hate that, Sensei?"
"Hate what?"
"Getting fucked by a slutty student who bangs other girls?"
"…Ugh."
Of course I hate it!
But I can't say it.
If I did—
"Then we end this tonight?"
"No—that's not happening!"
Knew it.
We're just bodies to each other.
What's that called… right…
"So you'll obey me like a good girl, huh… sex-friend Sensei?"
"S-Sex friend? You mean fuck buddy? U-Ugh, ahh!"
Yeah, fuck buddy.
Not a lover or spouse.
But if he racks up more, what happens to me?
He'll chase girls his age—ditch an old hag like me.
Our baby-making deal next year could vanish.
"Don't overthink it. Other girls won't end us—I'd never drop you."
"R-Really? 'Other girls'—school kids, right? Compared to them, I'm—"
"A masochist like you? Rare. I'm keeping you."
"Ah… ha…"
True?
He'd stick with me—older, with freaky kinks I barely knew I had?
"You're a masochist, right? Blindfolded by your student, fucked from behind, passing out from it—a total maso, yeah?"
"…I-I…"
If it keeps us going, I'll be what he wants.
Call me masochist, drop my name—fine.
…Honestly, both feel good!
He snuggled closer, brushing off my hesitation.
"I love masochists. Older, obedient ones who admit it with their own mouths."
"I-I'm a masochist—mmph!?"
I started to say it—his kiss shut me up.
"Pwah! Hah! …Hahh… what?"
"Say it sexier, Sensei."
"What?"
"That 'I'm a masochist'—make it hotter. Words your mean, sadistic boy would love, from Miyuki-san. What are you to me?"
You told me to say it!
Sexier, though?
His grading's brutal—I'm clueless here.
Stumped—what'd satisfy him?
I glanced at him. He stared back.
No glasses now—his bare face, those eyes, deep and pulling.
Eyes that make you wanna do anything.
Fine—I'll say it!
Over-the-top's probably perfect.
I braced for cringe and went full lewd.
"I'm your fuck buddy… and your sex slave. Use me however you want."
How's that!?
"Perfect, Sensei. Nailed it—100 points."
Cleared his harsh bar, apparently.
Mortifying—but worth it.
"Sorry I'm such a horny slut. So forgive me for other girls, okay?"
"I'd love to hoard you, but compared to this luck, I'll deal. Might get petty and jealous sometimes, though—"
"Sure. I'll fuck you silly all night then."
"This a dream? Not me, zonked at my desk in the staff room?"
"Need a pinch?"
He pinched my cheek—pleasure stabbed through me, and I came.
Ridiculous—no way that's normal.
What's wrong with my body!?
"Pain's pleasure, huh? Fits a sex slave. So cute."
No—this is beyond that.
"W-Wait, this isn't right… eek, ahh!"
He licked the pinched spot—pleasure crashed harder.
"Sensei."
"W-What…?"
"Round three—'Sensei' or 'Miyuki-san'?"
My pick started it.
"Sex slave" still echoed from my mouth, nudging me to this.
"Use… Miyuki's body however you want…"
"Good job, Miyuki-san. Reward for my obedient sex slave."
"Nn, mmph!"
One kiss—I lost it.
My body surrendered fast, hips and legs moving on instinct, craving him.
His dick pierced my oversensitive flesh again.
Instantly, my core burned—I leaked again.
My body's not mine anymore—his cock owns it.
Would I survive till morning? Real fear hit.
Yet my body begged.
My mouth moved on its own.
"…More."
(A/N: Hey, speaking of more, I need MORE powerstones from you guys. Takes 2 seconds and goes a long way in getting you extra chapters.)