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''Sensei, it's getting late.''
Sensei sighed, signing off on another document. ''I know. I'm sorry, I'll be finished shortly.''
On the other side of his desk Yuuka stood, hands on her hips and a cross frown on her face, but with a sigh she gave up and went over to his bookcase, rearranging things to be more neat and accessible for him. Sensei smiled wryly at that and went back to his work.
It was already nightfall; the skies outside Schale's windows darkened to black and the stars twinkling in the great beyond. Work had been hectic throughout the day, and even with Yuuka acting as his informal secretary they still struggled to get through their work. The difference between them though is that Yuuka had a good enough work-life balance to know when to stop and continue another day. Sensei... struggled with that balance, to say the least.
However at the same time he was also keenly able to sense Yuuka's mood changes, especially when she shifted from being exasperatedly annoyed, to genuinely annoyed, and then downright ticked off. He sensed her shifting towards the latter, every minute they spent in his office growing on her nerves – not because she wasn't able to leave, but because her pride refused to let her leave until he himself had. She didn't want to abandon him to his work, even though her better judgement was telling her that she was probably losing time that could be used for sleeping or other work just by hanging around.
Thus, when he signed off on another document, leaving just another stack of fifteen beneath, he decided he could finish them later – pushing them to the side and standing up. ''Alright, that's enough for tonight I think.''
''Hm?'' Yuuka, surprised, turned towards him. ''I thought you still had another stack to get through? The Gehenna student council missives, remember?''
''I do, but...'' He cracked a wry smile. ''They can wait, no?''
Yuuka stared, then sighed, an exasperated sort of smile coming to her lips. Sensei was glad to see it, his smile widening to something more genuine as he walked around his desk as she approached – meeting her halfway. His arms came around her in a hug and he all but scooped her up into his arms, only her tiptoes touching the floor even as he leaned down and pecked her on the lips. Yuuka, unsatisfied, grasped his hair and pulled him into a proper lengthy kiss, humming approvingly into it.
Obediently Sensei dragged out the kiss, his lips on hers until the need to breathe forced them apart, a soft exhale escaping them both as they drew apart. He smiled down at her, one hand leaving her lower back and coming up to cup her cheek, stroking it slowly, almost romantically so. Yuuka's cheek turned crimson beneath his stroking hand and she tried to pout, but the way her lips quirked up at the corners betrayed her genuine affection.
''You oaf.'' She whispered. ''We'll never find time together if you keep working so hard.''
''Says you.'' Softly he countered, kissing her forehead. ''You work too hard yourself. Remember that exam last month? You stayed up for two days straight and nearly crashed on the day of the exam itself.''
''It was an important one though.'' Grumbling she kissed his bottom lip, sliding down to kiss his jawline. ''You just sign the same stuff day in and day out.''
He kissed her cheek. ''So you're saying it's unimportant.''
She kissed his ear in return, whispering into it. ''That's not what I said and you know it.''
He slid his hands down to her waist. ''Oh do I now?''
Yuuka huffed, pulling away from his ear and looking him in the eyes. Then she peeked around, her eyes sweeping around the office as if looking for any voyeurs... before with a tentative smile she grabbed him by the jacket and turned them both around, leaving her leaning up against the desk. Though she said nothing the request was obvious, and a request that Sensei gladly obliged; diving in and stealing a much more passionate kiss from Yuuka's lips, muffling her moan in the process.
''Oh Yuuka...'' He breathed against them, kissing her again and breathing out his words when he pulled apart. ''You drive me crazy, you know.''
Warmth coloured her cheeks. ''Don't say it like that, it's embarrassing...''
''Good.'' He kissed her firmly, both hands grabbing her ass. ''I like it when you're embarrassed.''
Yuuka silently blushed in return, her cheeks only heating up further and further as she realised how embarrassed she was getting. Sensei relished the flustered cycle and stole another kiss, and then another; each one more heated and hungry than the last, coaxing moans and whimpers out of Yuuka as he gently began to dominate her mouth, giving her little chance to breathe.
''You're mine.'' Sensei breathed into her ear, kissing her. ''Now let's get that top off.''
X-x-X
Unbeknownst to Sensei or Yuuka, they had voyeurs.
One of whom was Kotama. Huddled up in her bedroom, dressed in just an oversized black shirt and some underwear the blonde girl listened in, a pair of noise-cancelling headphones upon her head and allowing her to hear nothing but what her planted bug was receiving. And what it was receiving was just as spicy as she expected.
''S-Sensei...'' She heard Yuuka moan over the frequency. ''You can't, we're at the- Mm! N-Not my neck...''
''You're so sensitive here.'' Sensei purred back. ''What if I lick... this~?''
''H-Hya~! T-That's... ahn~''
Kotama's face burned yet she couldn't bring herself to stop listening, to stop peeking in on Sensei's personal love life. She knew they were dating of course, and she knew they were intimate – having listened in on them in the past – but hearing them going at it never got old. There was a spice to their words, a passion to their romance; it was unlike anything Kotama had experienced herself, not helped by her limited contact with guys.
The blonde girl bit her lip, shifting so both legs were under her desk and she was leaning back into her chair, sorely wishing she'd been smart enough to plant a camera drone somewhere in his office. In fact, no, she liked it better like this; unable to see anything and having to rely solely on sound, of having to guess what Sensei was kissing and what faces Yuuka was making. The thought made her legs clamp shut, but as she listened more, the heat between her thighs only got more intense.
And so with a shudder Kotama slid a hand down, her nimble finger dipping under the hem of her grey panties, her hand getting to work.
X-x-X
Isolated in her lab and with the door both locked and barricaded and guarded by drones, Hare sat in her computer chair.
Gone was her lab coat and anything else; leaving her clad solely in her hoodie and nothing else, a box of tissues waiting and ready just off to her right. Her eyes however were firmly glued onto her computer screen, eyes wide and soaking in every detail her camera drone provided of Sensei's office. Located in the upper-right corner of his room it provided an ideal view of the proceedings, of how Sensei pressed himself against Yuuka and kissed her neck, their crotches pushing and grinding together with increasing vigour.
''A-Ah, Sensei...'' Yuuka moaned as Sensei started opening her white button-up shirt. ''Easy, you'll rip the buttons out...''
''Good.''
''S-Sensei!''
A cute squeal fled Yuuka as Sensei suddenly dove down and buried his face into her tits, motor-boating her. Watching the act in high-fidelity Hare unconsciously slid a hand up her hoodie, biting her bottom lip as she felt her own tits. She wasn't flat by any means but she was nowhere near as big as Yuuka; she was slimmer and smaller. Nowhere near enough for him to properly motor-boat... but even then, the sight of Sensei doing that to one of his students got her hot and bothered, picturing herself in Yuuka's situation.
''Mn...'' Sliding her right hand down between her legs Hare played with her lower lips; rubbing them about or spreading them but not putting a finger in yet, her breathing heavy. ''Sensei... don't tease me...''
She rubbed a finger around her entrance, tempting her to rock her hips and try and get herself to stick a finger in her pussy. Naturally she stopped herself, teasing herself more and making herself wait – wait for the act she knew would be coming. Even if they stopped before that, her imagination would fill in the blanks. She just needed to see a little more; to get herself into the mood fully.
For now though, she'd tease herself, until she was practically begging to make herself cum.
X-x-X
Izuna hadn't foreseen this.
Like a true ninja she'd sneaked into Sensei's office when he was unaware, creeping into the ventilation shaft and crawling through a dusty network of crawlspaces until she was directly above his office, peering down through the tiny ventilation grates above his desk. However when Yuuka came she was unable to leave; the slightest of movements making the ever-keen Yuuka suspicious, and it was often thanks to Sensei's unintentional distractions that Yuuka never took a closer look at the ventilation grate.
However she hadn't expected this – to find Sensei and Yuuka going at it, lips on lips and flesh pushing against flesh. She hadn't even known the two were dating, or that they were this... intimate. Yet despite the revelation, despite the fact she was opening perving on her honourable lord doing it with another girl... she couldn't take her eyes away. She had to keep watching, to commit the sight to memory. For all she knew this was her one and only chance to see her lord in 'action', as it were. And she wanted that more than anything else, in that moment.
''M-My lord...'' Izuna whispered softly, biting her lip.
Had she always wanted Sensei this bad? Or was the sight of the two going at it... turning her on?
''Ah! S-Sensei!'' Pencils and papers were knocked off the desk as Yuuka was pushed upon it. ''W-What are you- hya~!''
A high-pitched squeal tumbled out of Yuuka's mouth as Sensei went down on her, and Izuna's face went crimson as she watched Sensei hungrily put his tongue to work – assaulting her folds with a slew of wet licks before he shoved it inside Yuuka, the student's purple panties hanging around one ankle. From above Izuna could admire the other girl perfectly, watching how Yuuka seized and spasmed, her ample bust heaving as she gasped and how her neck tensed before she cried out, her voice ringing off the walls.
''Myn...'' Izuna felt heat between her thighs, and dared to slide a hand between her folded legs. ''M-My lord...''
It wouldn't be the first place she'd touch herself to the thought of her beloved lord, and after seeing what she was seeing, she knew it wouldn't be the last.
X-x-X
Far, far away from the Schale building, located atop the tallest building in the Red Winter Academy grounds, Nodoka stood... perving through her telescope at the Schale building.
''S-Sensei...'' Nodoka whimpered, rubbing her thighs together as she watched him eat Yuuka out.
She'd known the two were dating of course, having seen it from afar with the help of her trusty telescope, but seeing them do it in the office added a whole new kind of lewdness to it. The way Sensei moved his tongue, how he looked Yuuka in the eye as he ate her out, how Yuuka threw her head back and screamed as she finally orgasmed; all of it was too hot, too erotic. She couldn't be expected to stay calm at the sight of it, not when she had a massive crush on Sensei herself.
''Myn~'' Whimpering Nodoka took off her right glove despite the cold and shoved it into her leggings, moaning as she rubbed her hot, needy sex. ''Sensei... do me too, please... I'll do anything for you, just... Myn~''
Her voice cut short as she slipped two fingers into herself, working them with feverish passion – not even slightly ashamed to find that she was already wet. She used that to her advantage, scissoring her fingers about or curling them slightly, going for her weak spots and pushing her knees together; struggling to stand and look through her telescope while also masturbating to the sight of Sensei eating another woman out.
But if anything, the challenge only made it so much hotter.
X-x-X
''Not often you offer to blow me.''
Sensei's comment idly flew through the air, his cheeks warm as he gazed into Yuuka's embarrassed eyes – the student responded hurriedly. ''W-Well you gave me oral, I-I might as well return the favour, right?!''
''Relax, Yuu.'' He petted her head, the nickname alone darkening her cheeks. ''Take your time.''
Pouting Yuuka rubbed her cheek against his dick. ''I'm not new to this you know, I've... sucked this thing, more times than you probably remember.''
''Oh I remember.'' He teased gently, playing with her hair. ''You make each time memorable.''
Yuuka had no comeback to that, embarrassment burning her cheeks and closing her throat up – so instead she just kissed the tip and took it into her mouth. Sensei groaned deeply at the feeling, one hand landing on the back of her head and pushing Yuuka down onto it, feeling it slide partway down her throat. The student dutifully pursed her lips around his cock and slurped back up to the tip, slowly and rhythmically bobbing her head, her soft hums and gulps of air making for a lewd series of sounds.
Sounds that others besides himself enjoyed, too.
X-x-X
''Hah... so that's what a blow-job sounds like...''
Kotama's soft words were breathy and laboured, her teeth quickly coming to sink into her bottom lip as she worked her wrist. Heat clung to her fingers and grew tighter when she adjusted her waist, slowing long enough that she could sit upright before she went right back to fingering herself, her cheeks aflame as she listened to Yuuka give Sensei head.
''Mmph... slrp.... slrp... Mmk...'' Wet sucking sounds came over the frequency.
''Easy.'' Sensei's smooth, reassuring voice followed. ''Don't force yourself. No need to- Mn, ohh...''
Kotama's cheeks turned scarlet at the sound of his moan. 'He sounds so hot when he moans... Mn... I'm definitely recording this, sorry Sensei... I need this for 'research' purposes...'
Moaning at the thought Kotama leaned back into her chair, eyes shut as she pumped her fingers into herself faster. She was dripping with want, her fingers playing with her insides with experienced ease. She'd listened to so many ASMR's by that point her ears were sensitive, letting her hear every little gasp, every little moan and grunt, the way Yuuka's lips slid along his cock or popped off the tip so she could go about licking his cock; she heard it all. And she loved it.
''Ahh... Sensei...''
X-x-X
Hare hit record without even slowing her right hand; her fingers pumping into her sex eagerly.
''Sensei...'' The introvert mumbled meekly, grabbing her tit through her hoodie before opting to slide her hand back up and grope her bare flesh, desperately imagining it was him doing it. ''You're pretty big too... the way Yuuka's struggling with it... Myn...''
She should feel bad, literally masturbating to one of her fellow students giving Sensei head, but she didn't. All she felt in that moment was sheer, needy arousal; fingering herself faster only to slow down and make herself wait, to prolong her pleasure so she didn't cum too soon. She wanted to wait for them to have sex first; she'd even prepared a dildo just so she got the same sensation.
Hare glanced over at it. After a second she leaned over and grabbed it, blushing as she put the tip to her lips – and then slid it into her mouth. It was silicon and had a bland taste to it but she ignored it, groaning around the false-cock as she started to suck it; her eyes fully on Sensei as she did so, imagining it was him, that it was his cock that she was sucking. As if trying to outdo Yuuka she did her best, tilting her head and mimicking Yuuka's movements, sucking upon the dildo feverishly.
The lewdness of her act only made her fingers work faster, getting herself off like the pervert she was.
X-x-X
''My lord... my lord...''
Izuna whispered his honorary title under her breath again and again, working her fingers on her pussy as she watched Sensei be given head. It felt so wrong, but if felt so right – turned on by the fact she could watch Sensei grunt and groan in real life, and not just in her fantasies.
Her own arousal was shamefully obvious; her fingers slick and sticky as they jammed into herself. Her pussy was soaked, ruining her underwear, but she didn't care – feverishly shoving her digits into herself as she watched Yuuka blow Sensei. Her fox ears let her pick up even the subtlest of sounds, only amplified due to the echoing nature of the crawlspace, rendering it impossible to ignore them even if she had wanted to.
''Mn, fuck... Yuu, keep sucking...''
Izuna put her face into her arm and bit the cloth there, muffling her voice as she jammed her fingers into herself faster, the heat only getting worse.
''My lord...'' She whispered to herself, whimpering. ''I... want you...''
X-x-X
''O-Ohh... S-Sensei~''
Nodoka's needy whine went unanswered, her heavy breathing audible only to herself – peeking through her telescope with addicted need. She soaked in every second, zooming in that little bit further just so she could admire Sensei's cock as Yuuka's lips slid along it, privately wondering what it must feel like. The thought of having his stiff, twitching meat between her lips, forcing her mouth open to accommodate him – it left Nodoka squirming with want.
And with a whine the blonde girl shoved her hand into her backpack, rummaging around blindly until she found the dildo she'd packed with her – having picked it out specifically because of its similar size to Sensei's cock. Without taking her eyes off the action the student wriggled the silicon dildo under her skirt, whimpering as she shoved her underwear and leggings down to make room for it.
Until at last she could push it inside. She was already wet enough that there was little resistance, but Sensei was big and she was more slender; making it a snug fit. The mild discomfort though only excited Nodoka, her hitched breaths interspersed with tense moans of bliss as her inner walls were pried apart, soon hilting the dildo inside of herself. Only then did she pull her panties and pantyhose back up, keeping the dildo snugly inside of her.
''Sensei... y-you're so big inside me...'' Nodoka drooled a little; every little tensing of muscles letting her feel the dildo within her. ''Move...''
Grasping the base of it she pulled it out, and with a whimper Nodoka started shoving it inside herself – fucking herself to the sight of Sensei blowing his load in Yuuka's mouth.
X-x-X
''Mmph... guh, it's so bitter...''
''Sorry.'' Sensei chuckled ruefully as he pulled out of Yuuka's cum-filled mouth, his partner swallowing it with several quick gulps. ''Come here.''
Offering her hand Sensei lifted Yuuka back up to her feet – and without giving his lover the time to blink he spun them around, pushing Yuuka up against the desk. The startled squeak that started to escape her was muffled by a quick kiss, her eyes widening momentarily before they fluttered closed; a muffled moan escaping the diligent student as she reciprocated. Clutching onto her arms he slid his hands down them, tickling her fingers briefly before moving his hands to her waist, lifting her up so her butt rested on the edge; allowing him to rub his cock against her sex.
Yuuka moaned at that, breaking off the kiss and blushing up at him, her embarrassment mixed with want. Needing no words Sensei merely leaned in and kissed her nose, soothing his student even as he guided himself between her folds, the tip slipping in – and with a tight groan Sensei pushed in further. Slick heat smothered his cock, constricting it like a fleshy vice and coaxing a moan from Yuuka's own lips, her head lolling back.
Allowing him to dive in and kiss her, muffling Yuuka's whimper of want, her arms snaking around him. ''M-Move...''
Sensei groaned an agreement, planting his hands on either side of her and sinking in-and-out of her slick heat, kissing her all the while.
X-x-X
''Mn... Yuuka, you're so tight...''
''D-Don't say that, it's embarrassing- eep! S-Stop grabbing my boobs-!''
Kotama's fingers were wet as they furiously jammed into her sex; curling slightly and rubbing her fingertips up against a certain spot within her that made her toes curl, a soft groan forcing its way out of her throat. Leaning back into her chair and screwing her eyes shut she listened intently to the sounds coming through her headphones, from the hot, heavy breaths to the smacks of flesh. Coupled with the laboured moans of Yuuka and rough grunts of Sensei and she had the ASMR of the century.
Not least because she was envisioning herself in Yuuka's position. Of having Sensei's big hands on her, grabbing her tits, caressing her thighs, smacking her ass, touching her sex – so many lewd ideas that only fuelled the heat inside her, one that her fingers struggled to sate no matter how fast she fingered herself, her panties already sodden with her leaking juices. She rocked her waist to get them inside her faster, but it still wasn't enough.
''Mn...'' Whimpering Kotama reached out to the volume metre; turning it up even higher.
''Ah~! Sensei, not there- eek!''
''Ahh...'' Kotama moaned, shutting her thighs around her hand before she forcibly spread them apart. ''Sensei... right there...!''
X-x-X
''Ah... Mn... g-guh...''
The dildo, slick with her own spit, slipped between Hare's nether lips easily – sliding smoothly into her depths until she pulled it back out, repeating the motion. There was no rhythm to it; her motions speeding up and slowing down in response to how tired her arm became, moving the limb practically on auto-pilot; her attention instead focused on the video feed she was getting from Sensei's office.
The angle hid some of the details, but the tiny lack of it only made it more exciting, rather than less. She soaked in every detail, from the way he moved his hips to how he handled Yuuka – where he touched, how he held her, how he acted with her. Every little detail was analysed and savoured, her hand even trying to move in sync with his hips, letting her feel what it must be like to get fucked by him.
''Sensei...'' Softly Hare whimpered, opening her legs wider and resting her heels upon her desk – the position letting the dildo rub a sweet spot inside herself. ''Ahh... yes... h... harder...''
Even though there was nobody else in the room just saying something so dirty made Hare squirm, her free hand covering her mouth momentarily before she dared to slide it to her chest, hefting one of her tits about and fondling it. The stimulation made her whimper but it was the sight of Yuuka arching her back and crying out that truly got her going; picturing herself in her comrade's position.
''Sensei... ahn~!''
X-x-X
Izuna couldn't take her eyes off the scene below.
Her fingers were drenched and sticky with her own juices, her slender digits fingering herself relentlessly and her thumb rubbing at her clit whenever she could. Several times she adjusted her position, moving from resting on one hip to the other, to laying on her back or on her front; every position felt novel, heightening her pleasure that little bit further.
Not hurt by the sight below. Peering through the ventilation grate she got a top-down view of Yuuka crying out, her shrill yelps and cries bouncing off the office walls as Sensei railed her raw; their flesh loudly clapping together. The desk under her wasn't spared either, loudly rocking from the force of Sensei's thrusts and banging against the polished floor, yet neither participant seemed to notice let alone care. If they did notice it, they only wanted to hear it more, considering how increasingly rough Sensei became.
''My lord...'' Izuna whimpered, one hand sliding up her top and grabbing her breast, fondling herself. ''W-Would you do the same... to me... y-your disciple...?''
The thought of it, of being pinned down by Sensei as he took her, as he slid himself between her lips and into her needy depths – it set a fire alight inside her that she couldn't extinguish, the want curling into a tight, burning knot within her pelvis and leaving Izuna humping her hand even faster, desperate for any friction she could get from it.
It wasn't enough though; leaving her craving even more, her thumb flicking her clit feverishly as she neared her limit.
X-x-X
''Ohh, Sensei, Sensei...!''
Her body felt hot, the heat radiating off of her body unable to escape her thick winter clothes, leaving Nodoka a flushed, sweaty mess – and not for the first time she was glad she wasn't near Sensei, if only so he didn't see her in such a shameful manner. And also because she was currently shoving a dildo into her soaking-wet sex, hitting her innermost parts with every hurried jam of her wrist, shoving it into herself more than she did thrust it.
Needing more Nodoka slid her hand down to the base of the dildo, feeling about – until she felt a little switch and flicked it. Instantly white-hot pleasure assaulted her inner walls as the dildo began to vibrate at full power, buzzing against her nerves and nearly making her shriek had Nodoka not had the foresight to bite her lip harshly. She tasted copper but didn't care in that instant; clinging onto her tripod for dear life as the dildo buzzed within her crotch.
All whilst she spied Sensei pounding Yuuka harder; faster. Though she didn't have any way of hearing what was said she could see him grunt and groan by his expressions, she could see the quick kisses he shared with Yuuka, how he grabbed and groped her tits with feverish, hurried need, his lover arching her back under him and crying out with mouth wide open. They were close.
And so was she.
''Sensei...! Cum, please cum, fill me, ah, ah, a-ah~!''
X-x-X
''Yuuka, ah, crap...!''
''S-Sensei!''
The smacking of flesh echoed throughout the office, his pelvis making contact with Yuuka's as he drove himself balls-deep into his lover. He felt her walls, slick with want, grip his shaft and squeeze again and again, begging for him to unload within her – waiting for the final explosion to push her over the edge.
And soon Sensei gave her it, shouting in pleasure as he slammed into her – and came. Thick spurts of heat splattered deep within Yuuka, eliciting a shrill, orgasmic wail from his lover as she climaxed with him, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist and her hand pulling his lips down against hers in a messy kiss, both of them mashing their lips together clumsily. Groaning into her lips Sensei kept bucking his hips for as long as he had the stamina to; shooting his seed deep into her with every consecutive spurt.
''Mn, fuck...!''
…
''Sensei-!''
Kotama clamped her legs shut and twisted onto her side, gasping and humping her hand as came on her fingers – squirting from the force of her climax.
…
''H-Haah~!''
Hare tipped too far back in her chair, the shock pushing her over the limit and making her clamp tightly around the dildo – orgasming around the dildo and seizing upon the floor, mind white.
…
''My lord-!''
Izuna clamped a hand over her mouth just in time, rolling onto her back as she climaxed at last; legs spread apart as wide as the ventilation shaft would allow and soaking her underwear with her juices.
…
''SENSEI~!''
Nodoka's pleasure-filled squeal could probably be heard for miles around as she orgasmed, at last collapsing onto the ground and clutching at her crotch, having the best orgasm of her life, the dildo endlessly vibrating within her.
X-x-X
Sensei would remain unaware of his four voyeurs, though would become curious as to why all four hurriedly avoided looking at him and Yuuka when he came to visit, their cheeks a near-constant pink.
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