In the early morning, I woke from sleep and opened my eyes to see Sherry's fair, rosy pretty face. A woman properly nourished is indeed the most beautiful. Compared to when I first met her—when she was worn out raising Charlotte alone as a widow—thank goodness she met me. As for that ex-husband, he was just a tool for them; I long ago smashed his dog head.
Her pristine skin was bare, her voluptuous breasts and plump hips fully exposed, her long legs still clad in flesh-colored thigh-high stockings. Seeing this beautiful sight, I couldn't help kissing Sherry's forehead lightly.
Perhaps sensing my movement, Sherry's eyelashes fluttered, and her beautiful eyes slowly opened. Seeing me gazing at her, she coquettishly buried her head in my chest and nuzzled, making me smile gently.
"Sherry, meeting you was truly wonderful," I murmured softly, stroking her long golden hair.
"I feel the same, darling. Meeting you was my greatest fortune," Sherry replied. For her, encountering me at her most helpless moment was miraculous. She had resigned herself to a bleak future, even forcing her daughter to learn IS piloting under that heartless ex-husband's orders for future gain. My arrival changed everything. Though I was very lustful, that wasn't a big issue for Sherry.
Hearing these sweet words, mixed with the lingering lewd scent from last night's lovemaking and Sherry's beauty, my big cock began to stir.
Since we were embracing tightly, Sherry immediately felt my cock's condition. She lifted her head, giving me a charming eye-roll, then slid down toward my lower body.
Her small, wet tongue licked along my shaft, her soft lips occasionally brushing it. Her tender hands gently stroked my scrotum, waves of pleasure surging, making my cock instantly swell enormously.
"Mmh... Jian's cock... so big... mmh... mmh... naughty thing... mmh..." Sherry's fragrant tongue circled my glans, teasing my corona ridge, then her tip lightly stimulated my urethral opening.
"Mm-ah, Sherry, your tongue is amazing, so good at licking." My hands pressed on her head involuntarily. Seeing my enjoyment, Sherry smiled seductively and took my cock into her mouth.
"Hoo, Sherry, your mouth-pussy is fantastic—wet, warm, just like fucking your real pussy." After my training, Sherry's blowjob skills were top-notch. Her small mouth sucked constantly, bobbing up and down while her tongue licked my shaft relentlessly.
"Mm... mm... Jian... as long as you feel good... mmh... mmh... ah... mmh..." Hearing my praise, Sherry sucked even harder, saliva coating my cock fully. Her small hands softly kneaded my balls—a heavenly delight.
"But I can't be the only one enjoying. Come here too, Sherry." Leveraging my superior physique, I held her slim waist and flipped her lower body around.
Her alluring pussy leaked a thread of arousal from excitement, her stockinged legs framing my head. My hands stroked her stocking thighs as I buried my face in her crotch, tongue teasing her labia.
"Mmh... mmh... ah... mmh... ah... mmh..." With my cock in her mouth, Sherry could only moan. This muffled quality added its own charm. I pressed her legs together, rubbing my face against the stockings while speeding up my tongue on her pussy, teeth grazing her clit to heighten her pleasure.
"Ah... mmh... mmh... ah... mmh..." As if competing with me, Sherry accelerated her sucking, her snow-white buttocks swaying gently, rippling seductively.
"Mm, you enchanting vixen, Sherry." I moved one hand from her thigh to knead her ass, the soft flesh molding endlessly in my grip.
The wet sounds of 69 filled the master bedroom. We drowned in oral pleasure. "Mmph, Sherry, your pussy's tightening—you're about to cum, my little slut."
Suddenly, my tongue felt her pussy clench, signaling climax. I licked even more fiercely inside.
"Mmh... mmh... mmm... mmm... mmh... mmm..." My stimulation made Sherry throw her head back, legs clamping my head. Her pussy spasmed, spraying massive juices into my mouth.
"Gulp, gulp. Sherry, your slutty pussy juice is as delicious as ever." Post-orgasm, Sherry seemed weak but still sucked my unsated cock.
During her afterglow, I cleaned her juice-soaked labia with my tongue, drawing more "mmh" moans.
Soon recovered, Sherry resumed blowing me vigorously, her wet mouth pistoning faster—wanting me to cum quickly. I cooperated by gently thrusting, fucking her mouth like a pussy.
The unique oral texture and tongue work gave pleasure different from pussy.
"Mm, so good... oh, Sherry, you're too good at blowjobs. This little mouth is killer, oh, and that slutty tongue—licks so well."
Her intense sucking made me thrust roughly, slamming deep, nearly deepthroating.
"Hoo, Sherry, I'm cumming... your mouth is perfect. All for you, shooting it all." My big cock pistoned in her slick, wet mouth. Her massive breasts jiggled with each thrust; pale hands gripped my thighs for stability.
"Mm... mm... mmm... mmh... mmm... mmh... mmh..." The slurping grew louder, pleasure flooding my brain. I gripped her head hard, plunging to her throat—thankfully trained for it, or most women couldn't take it.
"Here it comes—take it all, Sherry! Filling your slutty mouth." With a deep thrust, my cock erupted in her throat, hot semen pouring straight to her stomach.
"Hoo, that was amazing, Sherry." My cock throbbed, spurting remnants before I pulled out. Semen overflowed her mouth, dripping lewdly from the corners.
"Mm, gulp, gulp, mm." Sherry swallowed it all, then caringly cleaned my cock with her mouth.
"Alright, rest more, Sherry. I'll handle breakfast." With my stamina, I recovered fast and took over.
After breakfast, we headed to the academy. I got Sherry an infirmary assistant job—home felt empty with few people, and she'd get bored alone. Charlotte handled enrollment; I went straight to class, eager for Cecilia and the others.
First, the teachers' office for Chifuyu Orimura. First-day nerves made the academy assign her support—fine by me, with a beauty along.
"Rude question, Teacher Orimura: got a boyfriend?" Walking side-by-side, she kept distance, but I caught her shampoo and perfume scent.
"None of your business." Sharp glare, tucking hair—impression poor, but denial often means single, as in canon.
"What's your type, then?"
Eyebrow raise. "Work time, Teacher Jian. No irrelevant talk."
"Colleague bonding in breaks aids work."
"No privacy invasions." Reasonable point forced tactful refusal.
"What about me? Not too private?"
She stops, arms crossed tightening her chest, black-stockinged legs straight, sizing me up.
Looks decent, build good, strength okay yesterday. "Teacher Jian, you're married. No jealousy worries?"
"My wife doesn't mind."
Surprised; seemed honest, affectionate yesterday, Sherry unbothered by hug—half-believed.
"Still unqualified." Resumes walking; I follow her graceful back.
"How to qualify?"
Impatient: "Beat me. Minimum."
Confident top pilot despite my strength.
"Oh." Meaningful smile—I'm no IS pilot.
"Here: IS training arena." Massive building; we enter.
Girls chat freely, eye-catching in tight IS pilot suits outlining figures perfectly. Smooth material gleams, exposing arms/underarms, emphasizing breasts—nipples faintly outlined. Crotch flap half-hides triangle zone—teasingly erotic.
Legs in reflective tight stockings, athletic shoes—heavenly.
Most black suits; Cecilia's blue for her unit.
"Quiet. Class starts. New teacher Jian's first lesson—listen up," Chifuyu says, turning to me.
"First class: get-to-know via IS training—sparring. Who wants to go?" Surprising opener, even Chifuyu blinks.
Buzzing; white hand up—Cecilia in blue suit.
"Teacher, I'll try."
Lip-gloss parts sweetly; raised arm bares smooth pit—lickable urge.
"Sure. But add wager for fun?"
Blushing from gaze, lowers arm, glares.
"Good idea. What wager?"
Canon: hates weak men; male teacher screams connections. Quick volunteer to test me.
"One hand only. Touch my body, you win. Loser grants winner one request."
Eyebrow twitch. "Underestimating me? British candidate—arrogant!"
"Not bullying students."
Expected—hooks her. "Fine. Lose, you're my slave, kneel and lick my feet."
Prideful orphan climber—furious.
"Makes me wanna forfeit." Foot-licking her embarrassed pride? Hardening thought.
"Pervert! Don't call me Cecilia casually."
"Later. Teacher Orimura referee?"
Chifuyu eyes lesson-hungry Cecilia—no intervening. Curious my show. "Prepare. 5 minutes."
I warm casually; she fiddles blue earrings—Blue Tears standby, checking.
Body more interesting—suit perfection.
"Ready?" Speakers: control room. Students seated.
Earrings off—Blue Tears deploys. "Cecilia." Sharp blue eyes.
"Jian." Black greatsword summons, red coils—no IS flair, ordinary sword? No armor? Puzzling.
Not IS—trust body over armor.
"Begin."
She flies up, distancing—melee assumption right.
Remote options exist; prefer close win, harass ranged.
Probing beams slashed apart—shatter.
Surprised; deploys drones/funnels for volley.
I leap skyward at her.
Six beams; I weave past.
Frantic barrage; I zigzag evasively, closing gaps.
Anxious—mid/long-range weak up close. Moves, supports fire.
Harder dodges; strong candidate, but chase-fire over predicts.
"Cecilia, close in to attack?"
"Distraction to approach!"
"Right for normals; compress agile foes like me. Don't wait—seize initiative."
Patient teacherly advice—no exploit.
Smart girl ponders, closes. Dodges tighter.
Holds range, pins with beams—effective newbie compression.
Beams force sword-cuts.
Pleased lip-curl, suppresses—my tip. Attacks on.
Charge cutting; swings blur near-close.
Control room: Chifuyu stunned—no IS, plain sword.
Green-haired busty: "As strong as you, senpai?" Knows barehand IS feats—her/Tabane only.
"Not simple. Need clash to know." Suspects Tabane link—sudden powerhouse.
Cecilia frustrated—beams like veggies, gap shrinks.
"Trump card." Starlight Mk. III deploys—2m+ cannon.
Locks paths with funnels. "Charge: 3-2-1 complete." Predicts, fires thick beam.
Swallows me. "Hit?" Uneasy—even block leaves splash=win.
"Not easy." Beam splits up/down.
Power-infused sword (red glow) cleaves horizontally—shockfront bisects.
Can't cancel; amps output, flank funnels.
Underestimates: funnels warp/reflect like shield.
Bitter smile nearing. "Not surrendering." Eyes resolute.
"Warning: energy low, switch shield-attack?" "No"—save shields.
Close: sword severs cannon half. Winces, draws Interceptor, charges.
Good aggression. Depower sword, clash.
Shockwave backs her; flurry assault.
Stunned let-up—could smash shields. No think—vital strikes.
Blocks few; rest shield-hits—sans shield, shredded.
"Warning: shields failing." Drains fast—first deadly storm, no war exp.
Crack—Interceptor shatters. Sharper; forces descent.
"Energy gone—shields down." Options exhausted.
"Quitting? Not proud Cecilia," taunt.
Jolts—recalls orphan grind, candidate joy/pride from persistence.
"Impossible! Cecilia Alcott, British candidate!" Ignores shields, fists forward.
One parries as shields die—other swings.
Dodge head, smash arm, hilt chest-plunge, scrape opens torso (controlled—no harm).
Crash—pins her. Abdomen breached, soft belly exposed; sword by head.
"I win, Cecilia." Enjoys belly touch, golden hair/face.
"Teacher~" Soft call, broken-gauntlet hand reaches—expect pull-up, but chest-bonks lightly.
"I won, Teacher Jian." Winks, tongue out—cutest smile.
Realization: her touch counts hit—pre-announce.
"Ahem... Winner: Cecilia Alcott."
Embarrassed Chifuyu—even she/Tabane hard brute-beam; they'd win, not crudely.
"You win, Cecilia," wry smile. Loss fine—deepens "交流"; head-pat, rises.
Grabs hand rising, breasts soft on arm; girl+sweat scent.
"Owe me a request, Teacher."
"Won't forget—ask anytime." Enjoys chest; good girl, no bad ask.
Effort paid—favor skyrockets.
"Heehee, remember. Farewell." Tattered, traces—lady can't show; wants chat but cleans first.
Nod; curtsies gracefully to lockers. Class time left—performance conquered girls; teach on.
Night: Cecilia bathed, sighs contentedly. Roomie: "Fight Teacher Jian? Heart-pounding end."
"Dangerous, good experience." Smiles happily.
"Yeah, great teacher—post-fight analysis, learned tons."
"Yes. Guided in battle, recalled forgotten things. Good teacher." Heart: good man. Match revived pre-candidate losses—emotional; wonders his view.