After we defeated Kaido, Wano entered a new era of peace and prosperity. We were set to sail once news of Kaido's defeat blew over, so while we laid low we attended the festival. But a few days into the festivities, Momo came up to me with a strange request…
"Oh? You'd like me to teach here?"
"Yeah… since we had to get rid of Orochi's agents spreading his lies, there's a shortage of teachers in Wano right now," Momonosuke explains, rubbing the spot around his bun. Despite how sheepish he looks, Robin finds him rather adorable when he's this shy. It was only a few days ago that he had unified his country with his still high-pitched, boyish voice ringing through the city.
She contemplates the request. She's born from academia; it's in her blood and of her Oharan heritage, but she's never buckled down and actually learned how to teach besides explaining what she knows about history and the poneglyphs to her crewmates. She doesn't know how she'll fare with a curriculum that may be foreign to her, completely unfamiliar with Wano's secretive history and culture up until a few weeks ago, and despite her softness for children she doesn't know if she'll be able to handle an entire classroom of them.
Momonosuke must see the hesitation in Robin's face because he bends into a 90-degree bow, clapping his hands together above his head.
"Please…? It would only be for a week or so! Just before you guys set sail. You're the only person I know who would be right for the job, O-robi."
Oh, Momo! He doesn't have to get into such a deep bow, but Robin knows that it speaks to his respect of her as a woman and scholar. If she wasn't convinced then, she was definitely convinced now, moved by his humility. He might be the shogun of Wano, but he's still the lovely, charming little boy that hugged her close in the bath when she washed him after the events at Punk Hazard.
She bends down too to meet him at his level, breasts dangerously swaying like pendulums on her chest in front of Momo's face. The collar of her yukata stretches tight against the thickest part of each breast, teetering on the verge of spilling out. Momo, out of decency for her, doesn't lift his gaze to stare at them, but his cheeks bloom pink.
She pets Momo's clean-shaven head. His stubbly hair is fuzzy more than they are prickly, still made of baby-hairs rather than the coarseness expected from adults.
"I'd be honored to help out. If these kids are anything like you, I know they will be great students."
The beaming look Momonosuke gives her solidifies her certainty in her decision.
~
"Eh?!"
Robin pops her head out from the side of the folding screen, holding onto its frame to hopefully hide her voluptuous body. Her huge tit weighs on the crease of her elbow, pushing out as far as it can in that thin gap.
"Momonosuke, I don't know if I can wear this… are you sure this is customary for the school-teachers at Wano?"
"It's really important for our educators to wear the right uniform to maintain our traditions," Momonosuke says. He frowns. For a moment, Robin wonders if he'll rescind the invitation to teach, and her heart catches in her throat.
"But if you really don't want to wear it…"
"No! No, I'll wear it. I don't want to offend," Robin says. She waves it off. Her eyes drift back to the yukata stretched over the hanger. There's no way she's supposed to wear this in front of children… right? She hasn't seen a single citizen of Wano in this garb, but then again she hasn't seen a teacher's uniform in person. But she doesn't want to offend Momonosuke's honorable culture, so if push comes to shove, she'll don the yukata.
Momonosuke scratches his chin. "If you really need it, I can give you something to cover up, maybe?" he offers. "Just so you can feel a little bit more comfortable."
She breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Momo. I really appreciate it."
~
There's a glossy look in Robin's eyes. She quickly blinks out of it, and rows of students come into view. Dozens of pairs of wide eyes pop out at her, wearing her body down with their gobsmacked stares. Their confusion is confusing her, but maybe they're just bashful. She's still a foreigner and all, and they've not been exposed to people like her before.
Surely it can't be because of the yukata. Momonosuke said it was traditional.
The yukata that Momo claimed was customary for school-teachers was a shortened version of the robe she wore during the raid on Onigashima. "Shortened" is a generous term, as its length originally went up to the middle of her thighs. Now, the skirt flap lies atop her breast like a bib, dipping into her cleavage. The obi wraps around the flat part of her chest, tucked underneath her armpits, with a nice thin ribbon tied around the front.
That was it. That was the entirety of the teacher's attire assigned to her.
What Momonosuke had considered "something to cover up" was a bikini like she'd never seen before, even during her lifetime of traveling all across the world. It was a red "suspension" slingshot bikini that suctioned around her nipples (not even her breasts!) stretched taut around such a tiny surface of her body that she was sure that if she moved even just an inch it would snap off, but it wouldn't make much difference to how exposed her skin was already, considering how 90% of her massive, pancake-sized areola was already showing. The two suctions were the top part of a strap that trailed down to her pussy in a V shape, meeting there to cover her important bits, but the surface area of the rendezvous point was so small that the top of her clit poked out in the crevasse.
Thankfully, her bushy pubic hair covered it up though it also stuck out like a sore thumb, a mass of black, curly fur on her pale, smooth skin. The end of the bikini was tied around the thin neck of a thick anal plug, which was uncomfortably nestled into Robin's anus as she didn't have enough time before class to finger herself wide enough for it to fit, shoving in the widest part dry in the last few seconds before she had to begin teaching.
Momonosuke sits at the far back table with a few other children. Robin didn't know he would be shadowing the class, but she supposes that it must be important enough for him to see her teach considering his responsibilities as the new shogun must be demanding. He peeks out from the sea of kids and grins at her, giving her a thumbs up.
She swallows. The pointer stick she picked up from the desk quivers in her hand. She's nervous, and as exposed as her body is, she wonders if these kids can see her heart beating out of her bare chest. She doesn't want them to hate her, or worse, learn nothing from her lessons–proving that hateful demon inside of her that her efforts at academic pursuits were worthless.
She looks at the textbook that Momonosuke gave her. To her benefit, it's not anything about Wano's history or culture that she doesn't know. To her dismay, this material is something that she's very, very intimately familiar with. The problem is actually having to share this knowledge with a bunch of dumbfounded, slack-mouthed children.
The screen behind her is plastered with posters of labeled diagrams and illustrations to assist her lesson. Some examples of them include:
A penis with semen spraying out from the tip.
A diagram of a womb.
A vulva.
A fetus inside a pregnant belly.
A man and a woman engaged in a wickedly complex sexual position–wait, how does this even constitute as educational?!
Yes. She's teaching sex-ed today.
She doesn't know how to start. After teetering to her desk and introducing herself as their substitute teacher, it feels like she's been standing there like a display model, letting her gawking audience run over her body with their eyes.
She catches a hand in the back, waving furiously. When she takes too long to call on him, Momonosuke shoots up from the floor, the low table scraping loudly against the tatami mat. The kids turn to look at their shogun.
"Teacher, do you need a volunteer?" Momonosuke asks.
"Ah! That's really not necessary-" Robin protests, but he's already out of his seat and running down the middle where the tables are divided into two sets of rows.
"What are you doing?!" Robin stage whispers when he arrives by her side. He rests his hand on the side of her thigh. If it were placed too much to the left, it would approach ass-territory.
From his angle, Robin can only see the top of his head until he cranes it out between the valley of her breasts. He smiles at her assuredly.
"Don't worry. They'll learn better this way," he says. "A demonstration will help!"
He pulls her knees apart from their timid huddle, forcing her to show her crotch off. Thankfully, it still feels like her parts are still properly hidden, though knowing her blown-out pussy, she fears that maybe one of her lips is out of place, sticking out like a lone flower from a bush.
Momonosuke tugs on her slingshot lightly so she's pulled lower, squatting deeper. He cups over her pussy mound and pulls the crotch over and under her pussy, fully exposing the last frontier of her body.
"So, O-robi, what do we call this part of the body?" Momonosuke asks, but he's not facing Robin. Instead, he addresses the class, raising his voice with the same authoritative tone that he used when he and the scabbards announced that Kaido and Orochi had been defeated. Robin covers her face, but she can still feel the heat of two dozen students boring holes in her.
"This is my-this is a vulva. The hole inside… is the vagina," she says quietly. She clears her throat. She aims the end of the pointer stick at her pussy with a shaky hand. "Inside… is the female reproductive system, where babies are made."
Her students lean in to examine. Robin feels their collective breaths on her lips, the warm smog suffocating and heady. Her pussy gasps for air.
Momonosuke steps up onto the table.
"Come closer so you can all see this better," Momo says. He undresses, pulling on his obi first. Robin watches with a barely restrained intensity as his yukata is loosened from the belt, the two pillars of seams at the front just obscuring his body in shadow. She feels her pussy yearn for it, and it squeezes when Momonosuke shrugs off his yukata to expose his body, unsculpted, just planes of smooth skin over baby fat and a ruddy, erect penis.
It's appropriate for his size. His dick stands tall for its small stature. It's so distinctly unlike anyone she's been with before. There's no definition to it, no sculpted, muscular ridges, no veiny, masculine protrusions. It's smooth and pink and cute.
"And what's this called?" He holds his dick between his thumb and four fingers, brandishing it like a sword. Robin licks her lips when she sees the foreskin of his penis suck his head sweetly.
"That's…" Robin swallows. In front of all of these students that she towers over, she feels so small before them. Her primal, female instincts take over, and her hips jerk forward and low to level her crotch to his.
"... that's Lord Momonosuke's penis."
"Yeah? And where does my weewee go?" He asks, grabbing on to her wide hips and readying himself at her cunt.
"It goes in my–"
Momonosuke fucks into her, bottoming out immediately.
"PUSSY–!" Robin screams. He grabs onto her tits, hands bullseye on her nipples (though it can't be too hard to miss them). His hands are so small–or maybe her areolas are too big–that the diameter of his fingers from the tip of his thumb to the end of his pinky don't reach the sides of the dark circles of her chest.
He starts plunging into her at full tilt, his youthful energy unparalleled and ever-replenishing. Momo's a lot smaller than most of Robin's past sexual partners, but there's something that he has that can't be compared to the rest of them. Something about his bulldozing, go-getter attitude at such a young age makes her feel proud, and Robin knows there's nothing better than to reward a child's good behavior while they're young.
Robin thrusts her hips out for him, making it easier for Momonosuke to fuck her. Their hips slap together with echoing claps. She tilts her head off to the side and up, not able to bear looking at her students. All she can take right now is Momonosuke's undivided attention.
He climbs into her slingshot bikini, one leg at a time, punctuated by thrusts before both of his legs are wrapped around Robin's waist. To her surprise, the slingshot stays strong, even as it pulls her nipples down like an ugly frown. She carries him in her arms like a baby, carefully holding him in her arms as his hips jackhammer up and pound into her sloppy pussy. He grabs at her tits while she cradles him, now blessed with the freedom to roam and explore her fat areolas to his wishes. He digs his pointy fingers into those warty, crater-shaped circles, where her breasts are the most sensitive.
"Why are your nipples so dark and ugly?! They look like pancakes!"
"It's completely normal!" Robin gasps. She feels like she needs her students to know this, especially the little girls in the room. "Sometimes, people just–ah! They're born different, and it's okay–uuungh…"
Momonosuke's gone to suckle on them, squeezing them against each other to fit both in his mouth. Robin's back arches and she bends forward, just catching herself with the table. Her hand cups the back of his head softly as he nibbles her nipples between his teeth wrapped around his lips, an act of kindness that doesn't go unnoticed.
"Hold on–Momo, my back! Please, get off first–let me turn around!"
He takes mercy on her and his hips slow to a halt. She gently places him down onto the desk, wincing when her back reminds her of her age. Quickly, she tries to regain some of her dignity and turns around to her students, brilliant black hair sweeping down her back to cover some of her skin. Unfortunately, it does not go down long enough to cover her plump ass.
Momonosuke takes a moment to educate his peers.
"Look at our teacher's pussy. It gets wet like that when women want to have a baby." His tiny fingers spread her droopy folds apart, pinning them to the sides like a moth in a frame. Robin can hear an intake of everyone in the room, and all she can do is let herself be considered for display.
Momonosuke's fingers release her. They dance around the suspension bikini, toying with a strap that's come loose. Robin feels it being pulled, tugging at the plug in her asshole.
"W-Wait, Momo, slow down! Don't pull it out like th-UOH!!"
Momonosuke rips the bikini off of her and the plug out of her pussy. It flies in a glorious arch across the room and makes two thunderous impacts, once against the screen wall and second on the tatami floor, a testament to its weight and density.
"You can fuck here too," Momo snickers, pointing at her gaped hole.
Her asshole suckles around a phantom shape, flirtatiously winking at her students, as it covers the plug that had eventually settled inside snugly before Momonosuke had unceremoniously evicted it. Craving something, anything to replace that emptiness in her, she heaves her ass back on Momonsuke's lap, a perverse reversal of their roles. She's had him on her lap many times, when she bathed him, or read her books while he slept on her reclining body with her breasts as his pillows. Now she fucks back on his lap with her unrestrained weight and rocks her hips in a circle on his small dick, forgetting that she's only sitting on an eight-year-old boy, who, if he wasn't as powerful and special as he was, would yelp at the pain of her much heavier body. Instead, Momonsuke actively encourages and enjoys it, from his boyish grunts, and soon takes matters into his own hands as he grabs onto the flesh of her hourglass hips like she has love handles and pulls her ass back on his dick like his own personal fucktoy.
She holds onto her knees as she bends into a deep squat each time, but her movements are largely controlled by her core. It's much like the exercises she does in her own privacy, a carefully crafted routine to maximize several areas of her health; strength, flexibility, mental fortitude.
All of that life-long preparation was just for her to squat on Momonosuke's cock like a bitch in heat. Her movement has lost its experienced pace, succumbing to the thing in her pussy. Groaning low in her throat, she throws her ass back like an unseemly whore rather than the facade of a refined, educated woman she tries so hard to uphold, too eager to perform a mating call for her little suitor.
Momonosuke clicks his tongue at her and she instantly twists around to look at him, now at his beck and call.
"Hey, O-robi, what about giving your students a better view?"
Robin's breath catches. She glances at her students. They all stare back with wide eyes.
Well… she's supposed to be a good example to her kids, isn't she?
~
"You like showing off your boobs and pussy to kids? Huh?!"
"No-! I d-don't!" Robin squeals, as Momonosuke jackhammers her pussy from behind. She's struggling to stand upright as he clings onto her back from behind. His heels hook on her pelvic bones while his fists grip her nipples like he's holding the handlebar of a bicycle. Robin doesn't feel human anymore. She's a dog, or a pig, or a horse, one that belongs to a tiny shogun who demands to ride her even if he grows too big for his pets. But he's her master, so he can do whatever he wants. Even if it breaks her.
"I always knew you were a perverted hag! You touched me in my no-no place so much when we were in the bath!" Momonosuke says, accusatory, but he keeps fucking her all the same.
Robin wants to scream. She wants to let her students know she would never do that. She would never touch Momonosuke so inappropriate! All she did in the bath was take care of a traumatized little boy, and if her hand slipped and grazed his little penis once or twice or a few dozen times, it was only to help him get clean! He had been so dirty trapped at Punk Hazard for so long, it was only logical that he needed a deep wash!
But she can't bold-facedly lie to these kids. It would set a bad precedent, and she can't have that if she wants to be a good role model. All she can do is surrender to her little master. Each deep thrust a hammer on a nail to her wanton depravity, every ejection of his dick an opportunity to push Momonosuke away that she keeps (intentionally) slipping out of her fingers. She wails from the overwhelming feeling, both from being fucked and the heavy weight of Momo that threatens to make her fall and drag her down to hell.
Upon his onslaught of his battering hips, Robin feels her orgasm accelerating. She has to stop now, put an end to this charade, before… before–!
"Momo-stop, I'm gonna… gonna…"
He only goes faster.
"UOOOOOGGH! I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING–"
In her ringing ears she hears a sudden spritz erupt down there. Her orgasm shoots out of her with such a force that her urethra goes numb, only able to hear it rather than feel it come out of her. It splatters all over the wood desk and the mat, and maybe even onto some of her students too.
"I'm pissing in front of my students!! They're all watching me cum!! They're watching Momo impregnate me!!" she howls. Her hips violently buck into the air like a bull. Momonosuke batters her pussy through it, uncaring.
She feels Momonosuke squirt his cum inside after a few more jagged humps, besting her in the race of orgasm even as an inexperienced child. She whimpers, clenching around his tiny intrusion with the love it deserves.
It takes several seconds until her stream dies out into a trickle, then a dripping. She finally takes a chance to look at her kids with a cleared mind, like the sinuses of her heady horny self have been snorted out. They blink at her with an innocent rapture. She notices that not one student looks disinterested.
It's obscene. Knowing that so many innocent kids are learning this through her, watching her demonstrate how to make love with her little student volunteer… she feels free, as free as she felt when she declared her desire to live at Enies Lobby.
Momonosuke's penis slips out. She crouches down for him to dismount her, and she wobbles around the front of the desk to sit in front of her class. As he gropes her boobs from the back, reinvigorated by his boundless vigor, she spreads her legs for her students, showing them her wet thighs and ruined pussy. The trickle of Momo's sticky, translucent cum drips out of her like a teardrop, and she lets it drool onto her fingertips and shows it off to the class.
"This is Lord Momonosuke's semen. A boy-a man releases it into a woman if they intend to have a child together. Pregnancy isn't always guaranteed, so it's important to do it multiple times." She smiles at her students, nodding as they take in her knowledge.
She turns to Momo.
"May I have more of your seed, Lord Momonosuke?"
~
Kin'emon strolls through the streets of Wano. Now that his 20-year battle has been put to rest along with the mission of his dear friend Oden, he finally feels at peace. A long walk on the street is a privilege to him that he takes advantage of to the fullest extent.
But it is a bit boring. He wonders how Momonosuke is doing.
He had told Kin'emon that he was going to oversee Miss Robin's class while she took over for a while as they tried to find replacement teachers. Kin'emon looks up at the sky. It should be around noon now, when classes end for the morning. It's only a short walk from where classes are usually held, so Kin'emon deigns to check up on them.
When Kin'emon knocks on the doorframe with a knuckle, the other side is quiet. Then the door slides open, and Miss Robin wobbles out of the dark, nearly completely naked except for this flimsy piece of fabric wrapped around her chest that vaguely resembles a shrinked yukata. Thin strands of fluid drip between her legs and under her pubic hair.
Lord Momonosuke saunters out from behind her, slapping her ass. His untied yukata hangs from his shoulders and Kin'emon catches his dick peeping out between the sliver of exposed skin.
Robin rubs the back of her head bashfully. Lord Momonosuke smirks at his aide.
"What-What happened during class?! Why are you wearing that gaudy outfit?!"