Stealing Spree

“You're worried about me standing before them with my erection showing. This is the same, sensei. Won't they wonder why there’s a wet patch on your pants?”

Before she could retort my silly answer, I continued with that explanation.

And then, using the same card that she pulled against me earlier, I pushed my lips close to her ear, whispering these words as my hand slid further down despite the blockage of her thighs,

“Let me help you out too.”

Orimura-sensei frowned but a soft moan escaped her lips. With my fingers reaching her sacred place, they busily started caressing her slit and poking into her entrance.

Steeling her expression was useless. Her body was already responding appropriately.

Even the hand she was using to stroke my cock started moving erratically. Lastly, her eyes were becoming delirious from the sensation brought by my fingers.

Now that I'm not just fondling her breast but also taking care of her most sensitive part, unless she truly hates being touched by me, she'll feel it vividly. It will be enough to break past her mental defenses.

Considering I've already breached that by convincing her to kiss me, it's safe to say that she's on the verge of defeat.

Let’s see if she still doesn’t tell me to stop…

I'm not lying anyway. She’s been leaking down there. Her juices have already drenched her underwear. It'll be only a matter of time before it seeps out to her track pants.

As I reached that train of thought, Orimura-sensei finally responded albeit in fragmented sentences.

“This… Shameless brat. I don't need to be helped by you… I can take care of that after we’re done…I told you, I know what I'm doing so… pull your hand out.”

Haa. This woman. Is she simply stubborn or does she want to keep up appearances? I don't know. Maybe both. Besides, she's still not doing this because she likes me. Her body was simply responding to the stimulation I caused by sucking on her, kissing her neck, and engaging in a deep kiss. All of that while she was furiously stroking my erection.

“If that's the case, I can also take care of my erection, sensei. So… why don't we stop here?”

Once again, I brought that question up.

How many times have I asked that question to her? More than five times.

A nod was enough and we’d be out of this situation.

Regrettably, I would probably hear her moan first before I could see her agreeing to that question. Perhaps in her head, she started so she’s compelled to see through to the end.

“No…”

A one-word rejection of my suggestion. As expected, right?

This woman has lost it.

Then I won’t hold back…

“I understand. Then sensei, I’ll help you out with this.”

Upon saying that, I pulled my hand out of her pants. Initially, she thought I was going to stop but my next words dulled her senses.

“Let’s take our pants off to prevent them from being stained.”

Following my words, I stretched my feet and took them off completely. Then, I moved to her front, resulting in her hand losing her grip on my cock.

Her eyes followed me as my hands gripped her track pants. I watched her reaction before slowly pulling them down. I left her panties untouched but as soon as I got a glimpse at how wet it was already… I went back to take them off as well.

At this point, Orimura-sensei was already speechless. Her expression was a mix of exasperation and perplexity. She possibly wanted to scold me but no words were leaving her mouth.

Even when I opened up her legs, giving me direct access to her most sensitive part, she just watched me move.

I was tempted to give it a taste but I held myself back. Instead, I returned to my seat next to her. Hooking my arm to her back and sliding another hand down there.

From here, I took the initiative, not giving her a chance to process what happened.

As my fingers plunged into her entrance, her lips were captured by me, resuming our deep, intimate kiss.

The first few seconds felt like I was handling a doll but eventually, clarity returned to her eyes. Orimura-sensei neither had the time to voice a complaint nor scold me for what I did. Instead, she started responding to what I started.

Her tongue moved and became entangled with mine. Her lips followed my movements. She spread her legs open, allowing me to go deeper. And lastly, her hand moved back to my length, resuming her sensual strokes.

Time continued to pass like this. Between our moans and grunts of pleasure, the wet sounds from our lips and down our bodies added to the ambiance of the room. We both shivered from the accumulating pleasure being induced by one another. I found her sensitive spots and she matched the movement of her hand with the twitching of my cock.

Nonetheless, despite all that. I still couldn’t reach my climax.

Sensing that, Orimura-sensei broke off from our kiss as she pushed on my chest.

"Brat, are you still not done? Tsk. How greedy are you…?" Saying that with the mix of our saliva dripping down at the side of her lips, the woman stared at my throbbing erection.

At this point, she’s already too familiar with it that she wouldn’t flinch at its sight. Hell, her hand probably already memorized its size when gripped by her.

While shaking her head in slight disappointment, she pushed my chest further until I almost ended up falling over if I failed to hold myself up. This bench has no backrest after all. They’re the ones present in a locker room.

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Due to this, she opened up the space in front of me. Unlike earlier wherein she could only extend her hand to my length, she now had easier access to it.

And understanding what she was about to do, I could only inwardly shake my head again.

She’s stepping it up once more.

“It’s not greed, sensei. If you listened to me and let it calm down on its own, it probably won’t take as long as this…”

Before I could continue the second part of that statement, Orimura-sensei’s unamused glare already stabbed at me.

Without saying anything else, she propped my erection up before bending her back forward.

As a part of her hair draped down, I felt her soft lips pressing against the vigorous tip. Eventually, her lips parted open, sliding the entirety of its head into her mouth. However, before she could push it further, Orimura-sensei turned her head sideways to meet my eye.

As though signaling for me to watch what she was about to do, her red lips that I was just sucking earlier clamped tightly around my cock.

Not gonna lie. Coupled with her glaring eyes, it was a wondrous sight.

“Maybe, this will be enough,” I said while sounding uncertain which made her eyes narrowed to a slit.

Then, without breaking eye contact with me, she widened the opening of her mouth to take me deeper.

As the warmth of her mouth spread across my senses, I responded by placing a hand on top of her head while the other went back between her legs. It was a difficult stretch but I successfully reached it.

At the same time as she reached the limit of what she could stuff in, my fingers burrowed deeper into her sacred place, teasing her sensitive walls.