Chapter 2897: Make up for it (3)
Chapter 2897: Make up for it (3)
This wasn’t the woman who managed the infirmary and school or the woman who lectured me on my behavior. Hayashi-sensei had become a woman who had been thoroughly conquered by me.
I let out a low groan, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping me triggering a surge of pleasure that raced throughout my body.
I didn’t rush it. I savored the way her tongue swirled around the head of my length as she gradually started bobbing her head, sucking me deeper.
Understanding my current state, Hayashi-sensei eagerly performed, using her hands to stroke what she couldn’t fit in and push me over the edge.
Her eyes focused on my face, filled with a mixture of maternal tenderness and hungry desire to see me come undone under her own care, as if she wanted to memorize every pulse of my arousal.
The warmth of her mouth was a heated sanctuary, and with every slide of her lips, the pressure in my gut tightened until it became an unbearable heat.
I couldn’t help but let out a shaky groan as my hands found her messy hair to guide her rhythm.
The sensation of her lips sliding across my cock and the rhythmic suction of her mouth pushed me closer and closer to the precipice. I could feel the tension building in the tip of my cock like an electric current that threatened to snap.
"Sensei... I’m..." I started, but the words were cut off by a sharp, sudden intake of air as she clasped her lips tightly around the head while teasing the sensitive tip with her tongue.
The sensation was like a trigger that sent a command throughout my body.
I involuntarily moaned as I pushed forward, resting the head of my cock right in the middle of her tongue.
Hayashi-sensei, anticipating my release, had her eyes locked onto mine with a gaze that was half-dazed and half-determined. She wanted this release as much as I did, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate to draw the climax out of me.
I felt the pressure peak, a searing heat blooming in my gut that demanded exit.
With one final, deep suction that seemed to pull the very soul out of me, I lost my grip on restraint. I let out a choked sound, my muscles tightening as I surged forward, filling her mouth with a hot, pulsing torrent of my release.
Hayashi-sensei’s eyes widened slightly but she didn’t back away. She took it all, her throat bobbing slightly as she directly swallowed the evidence of my defeat. At the same time, her eyes fluttered shut in a state of absolute contentment as more of my essence spilled within her mouth.
For a long minute, the only sound in this enclosed space was the ragged synchronization of our breathing and the occasional sloppy noises as she continued to suck the last few drops from me.
As I finally pulled back, I looked down at Hayashi-sensei. She looked completely wrecked with her face flushed a deep, luscious pink and her eyes swimming with a glazed, dreamy haze.
She pulled me down to lie on her side before cuddling me against her soft chest. Naturally, I didn’t waste the opportunity to hold her tightly as we both basked in the afterglow of our intimate exchange.
I shamelessly caressed her back while Hayashi-sensei dotingly threaded her fingers through my hair. For a while, we simply existed in that bubble of shared heat, our hearts hammering a frantic rhythm against each other’s skin.
"Y-you don’t have to visit my office later anymore. I know you’re busy. Just don’t come and make some trouble again." She whispered, sounding more like a guardian now than my lover.
I chuckled, feeling the lingering warmth of our shared peak. "Is that your way of telling me to get lost, sensei? After you just treated me so well?"
She let out a soft, genuine laugh. For the first time since I’d known her, the tension in her shoulders had completely vanished. This time, she fully accepted what happened between us. She’s the one who initiated today, after all.
She looked at me with a gaze that was purely affectionate, devoid of any professional armor. "Shut up, you brat. Now, if you’re finished gathering your breath, hurry up and fix your clothes before someone walks in."
"Hmm. Five more minutes. I can’t leave without pampering you a little more, can I?" I teased, shifting my weight to press a lingering kiss to the slope of her shoulder.
Hayashi-sensei sighed, though her arms tightened around me, pulling me closer into the plush warmth of her embrace. "What a greedy brat... If I weren’t afraid that the girl you brought might make up, I would’ve disciplined you for your continuous shamelessness."
"Heh. But you love my shamelessness, sensei. I know you do."
"Shut up. Who in their right mind will love that part of you? What I love is..." Her voice trailed there as if she suddenly realized she was about to confess everything to me.
She pinched my cheeks before burying my face back into her chest, essentially cutting off our conversation.
I naturally played along and just enjoyed the warmth of her body. And slowly, we gradually fixed ourselves because if not, our desire for each other might go rampant once again.
Five minutes later, we finally emerged from behind the curtains looking like nothing had happened between us at all.
Hayashi-sensei had regained her composure with frightening speed. The flushed, trembling woman from moments ago was gone, replaced by the stern director who adjusted her glasses as she poked my cheek.
She looked at me with a gaze that was outwardly cold but held a lingering, molten heat in the depths of her pupils.
"Go. Before someone notices you’ve been here this long," She commanded, though she reached out to straighten my collar with a touch that was far too tender for a reprimand.
I gave her a cheeky wink and turned toward the bed where Hana was still soundly asleep. I kissed the girl’s forehead before finally stepping out of the infirmary.
When I returned to our classroom, I was immediately cornered by my girls, asking me where I’d been and where Hana was currently.
Although I would still tell them the gist of it later, since we were still in the classroom where our classmates, unrelated to our complex relationship, could listen, I made up a lie, telling them she felt weary from our scouting around the whole school, so I brought her to the infirmary.
Of course, my smart girls leered at me, not believing me in the slightest. But they still kept their suspicions to themselves and just dragged me to do some work.
Around an hour later, lunch break finally arrived.