"What?! For real?!"
Ms. Fuyuhara gasped, her voice sharp with shock.
"Yup. Happened right after I left you guys," I said, giving her butt a playful smack while recounting last night's adventure.
We were in her bedroom, surrounded by her usual stylish furniture. Tonight, though, we weren't digging into her secret stash of spicy toys under the bed. We were already on round three, and it was past one in the morning. I figured I'd go another couple rounds—she'd probably tap out around then. My little buddy was holding strong.
"Did you see her face?" she asked.
"Nope. Mask and sunglasses. She was shorter than me, maybe 150 centimeters or so," I answered.
"Hmm. Reports said the weirdo was a tall woman…" Ms. Fuyuhara trailed off, thinking hard.
Man, a gorgeous woman with a serious face is just cool as hell. Not that I stopped my steady rhythm from behind while she pondered.
"I think she was young. Probably underage," I added.
"Oh? No face, but you're sure of that?" she pressed.
"It was her build—her frame felt like it was still developing," I explained.
"Her frame, huh? You had the focus to notice that?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
Focus? More like I was staring hard. "No way, not like that," I dodged, playing dumb. Was she onto me, or just fishing? Better not admit I ogled the lady's half-naked body instead of screaming or running.
"Hmph, sure," she said skeptically. "Still, I'll note it. Young woman—or maybe there's more than one weirdo out there."
Right, that makes sense. The one near the station could be an adult, and the young one I saw might be a different person altogether.
"Listen," she said, turning serious. "If you run into her again, don't stand there studying her, got it? You might be stronger, but you don't know what she's carrying."
"Hiding a weapon while flashing seems tricky," I quipped.
"It's about being careful. If something happens, it's too late," she snapped.
She's genuinely worried about me, I realized. Joking here would be a jerk move. "Got it. I'll be careful," I said sincerely. "My body's not just mine, you know." I gave her a deeper thrust for emphasis.
"Ah!" she yelped.
"See? This body's not just mine," I teased.
Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded, playing along. "Y-Yeah, it's not just yours!"
If I'd leaned in with a sweet "It's all yours, Ms. Fuyuhara," we'd have slid into mushy lovey-dovey mode. I knew that. But where's the fun in that?
"Still, it's not only yours either," I added with a grin.
"You—! Why do you always gotta be so mean?!" she huffed, twisting to glare at me, her face red from more than just the action.
Heh, this vibe's perfect for me. Gotta keep it loose—I'm aiming to be a total player, after all. Getting tied down to one woman? Not my style.
She shot me a pouty look, eyes burning, but she didn't pull away. Nope. Even when I grabbed her small butt tight with both hands and gave it a smack.
"Ow!" she squeaked.
Pinched it.
"Eep!"
Rubbed it gently.
"Mmm…"
No complaints—she just let me do whatever. A gorgeous older woman, a teacher no less, completely at my mercy. Sure, the physical rush of being inside her, all wet and eager, was great. But the real high? The power trip. Controlling someone who's supposed to be above me? That's next-level.
So yeah, I can't help poking at her a bit. "Hey, what's up? Move some more," I said.
"I-I'm trying… you okay? We've gone three times already," she replied, catching her breath.
"Nah, not like that," I corrected. "I'm a bit tired. You move."
Whack! I gave her butt a harder slap, loud enough to echo.
"O-Okay, like this?" she stammered, starting to rock back and forth slowly while I stood firm.
"Faster, Miyuki, come on," I said, calling her name with a smirk. Smack! I hit the other cheek, sharp and quick.
"Eek! Y-Yeah, I can, I can!" she gasped, her eyes darting away. Calling her name always flips a switch—she gets shy, slipping into that zone where she lets go completely. No shame, no holding back, just raw reaction.
"Like this?" she asked, speeding up.
"Good, you're doing great!" I matched her pace, throwing in a deep thrust out of nowhere.
"Gah!" she blurted, her voice breaking the mood for a second. That's just her quirk—I've given up fighting it.
"Not just back and forth," I coached. "Move in circles too, like this."
"W-Wait, hold on, that's hitting spots it didn't—!" she panted, her hips twitching like she wanted to pull away.
Crack! I slapped both sides of her waist, pinning her in place. "No escaping," I teased. "Bad girls get punished, right?"
I grabbed her hips tight, making sure she couldn't wiggle free.