Takashi Ichinose's POV
"So, why did you call me up here, teacher?" I asked as I stood on the rooftop of our school, where Sae Chabashira-sensei had summoned me privately.
She leaned casually against the railing, the city skyline behind her, cigarette in hand.
Despite being in her thirties, she was still drop-dead gorgeous. Her age didn't take away from her beauty, in fact, it only added to it. Her face still looked young, but it was her body that drove me insane.
Curves in all the right places, ass that begged to be grabbed, and tits I wanted to bury my face into.
She wore her usual outfit: that tight black business suit clinging to her frame, a crisp white shirt straining against her chest, and a black skirt that barely covered her thighs.
Those legs of hers were wrapped in sleek black stockings, making them look even more irresistible. Just staring at her made my cock twitch.
I couldn't stop my mind from wandering, imagining ripping that skirt apart, bending her over the railing, fucking her brains out while grabbing her tits from behind, making her moan my name like a bitch in heat.
I wanted to breed her, pump her full of my cum until she couldn't even stand straight.
As if my dirty thoughts were being read, the impregnation system beeped in my head and shoved a new quest in my face.
Quest Issued: Breed Sae Chabashira
Reward: Royal Family Status, Mind Reading, Iron Liver, Endless Virility
Iron Liver? What the fuck kind of ugly name was that?
"System, what is Iron Liver supposed to be?" I muttered in my head.
System: It grants you absolute immunity toward poison, alcohol, and fatigue. You will no longer suffer sleepiness, like in class previously.
That's good… but if I can't feel fatigue, how the fuck am I supposed to sleep normally?
System: You can still sleep at will, even without fatigue.
I was about to ask more, but Sae's voice suddenly cut through my conversation with the system. My eyes snapped back to her, and she was staring directly at me.
"Ichinose-san," she said, flicking ash off her cigarette as her eyes narrowed at me. "You've been staring for a long time. At your own teacher, no less. Should I write this up as sexual harassment and misconduct?"
Her tone was sharp, accusing, but her lips curled ever so slightly, like she enjoyed putting me on the spot.
I didn't flinch. Instead, I smirked, answering her with a challenge in my voice.
"You can if you want. It's Class D that'll suffer anyway, not me."
Her expression hardened, her sharp gaze locking onto mine.
"So, you already know, huh?" she asked coldly. "Then why haven't you done anything for your class? Don't you understand that their performance directly affects you too?"
"Will a lion care about sheep, teacher?" I asked back, my tone sharp. "I'm not a shepherd. I don't want to lead a bunch of idiots. I can, and I will, jump into Class A instead with private points. There are plenty of second and third years willing to hand over their private points to me just to secure a job when they graduate in my company. Why pin hopes on Class A when they could secure their future by pleasing me?"
I smirked. Her face darkened, obviously displeased at my attitude, as if I had flipped the entire chessboard upside down in front of her.
Then she laughed. It wasn't joy, it was irritation mixed with madness.
"You're staring at me, right, Ichinose-san?" she said with a twisted grin. "What if I let you touch it? What if I let you have me right here and right now?"
I stepped back, a sharp chill running through me. This woman wanted to take advantage of me. But before I could pull away, she grabbed my hand firmly, forcing it toward her chest.
My palm pressed against the fabric of her blouse, and beneath it, I felt the undeniable softness and warmth of her breast.
She smirked at the flicker of shock on my face, pressing my hand harder against her tits. "I don't care what your goal is, Ichinose-san. If you dare to jump into Class A, I will let the school know your misconduct. But… I will reward the good student."
She leaned in close, her hot breath brushing against my ear as she whispered something lewd enough to make my cock twitch in my pants.
Then, as if mocking me further, she turned her back, swaying her hips deliberately, inviting me to slap her ass before walking away.
That was the last straw.
I grabbed her wrist before she could escape, my expression cold as I stared at her. "I think you need to take responsibility for what you just did, teacher."
She snorted, her smugness returning even under my grip. "Prove to me first that you can lead Class D to Class A. Then, I'll let you do whatever filthy things are running through that mind of yours… to your teacher, no less."
My eyes lingered on her lips before I finally spoke, voice dripping with command. "I don't take a deal unless you show me your willingness first. I only need three months to drag Class D all the way to Class A. Take it or leave it, teacher."
She rolled her eyes with obvious disdain, not bothering to argue further.
Instead, she dropped to her knees in front of me, fingers tugging down my trousers with sharp, impatient movements.
The moment my cock sprang free, her gaze flickered with both contempt and resignation.
"Huh. Men," she muttered.
Her words were filled with scorn, but her hands wrapped around my shaft anyway, stroking it with practiced ease.
I groaned as her soft lips pressed against the tip, planting a kiss before opening wide and swallowing me whole, her mouth sliding down my length as she began bobbing her head as saliva coated my cock, the lewd squelching sounds echoing in the rooftop.
She was good at it, too good, in fact. Her tongue swirled around the underside of my cock, her throat tightening as she tried to impress me.
But this wasn't about her.
This was about me, and me alone.
I grabbed the back of her head without hesitation, fingers tangling into her hair, and shoved myself deeper down her throat.
She gagged as my cock stretching her throat while she clawed weakly at my thighs. My hips pistoned forward, driving in and out of her throat with merciless force, each thrust rougher than the last.
Her eyes watered, her mascara smearing, spit and drool spilling down her chin as I used her mouth.
Her muffled gasps only fueled my lust, and I growled in raw satisfaction as I face-fucked her relentlessly, her body jerking each time I bottomed out.
Finally, when the pressure built too much, I slammed her face all the way down to the base and held her there as I came.
Thick, hot ropes of cum spilled down her throat, overflowing out of her mouth, splattering across her lips and face.
The mess dripped down her cheeks, staining her.
I pulled back, tucking myself into my trousers with a satisfied smirk as she collapsed forward on her knees, coughing violently, cum smeared across her face and dripping from her chin.
"Thank you, teacher," I said coldly, zipping myself up. "I hope our cooperation will be pleasant. See you next week. You'll see the results and I expect we can do even more after that."
Without sparing her another glance, I turned and left.
Leaving her there, kneeling in a mess of my cum, her pride, and whatever schemes she thought she still had.
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