Another day began. After saying goodbye to Sherry and Charlotte, I arrived at the office. Chifuyu Orimura, who had been missing yesterday afternoon, was at her desk organizing lesson plans. Sensing me sit down, she looked up. "I heard you gave Houki Shinonono private tutoring alone yesterday?"
"That's right. Just normal teacher guidance. No need to worry."
"Oh? Is that so? Good then." Chifuyu nodded calmly, not suspecting much. Following the original story, Chifuyu doesn't overly concern herself with Houki just because she's her younger brother's childhood friend—Houki's combat ability with her personal IS proves that. Perhaps because Chifuyu is a bro-con, Houki counts as her "enemy."
"By the way, what were you doing yesterday afternoon, Teacher Orimura? I remember you didn't have classes." As a target, I needed to know her schedule, which I'd already investigated.
"Mm, just handling some private matters." My question reminded Chifuyu of trying to contact her increasingly elusive best friend, Tabane Shinonono, about me. Tabane hung up quickly, seemingly in big trouble—too busy even to monitor her sister, asking Chifuyu to look after Houki instead.
"Oh, good to hear. By the way, Teacher Orimura, interested in sparring sometime when you're free? We're both IS combat teachers; understanding each other helps with teaching." I didn't know she'd talked to Tabane. If I did, I'd have laughed inwardly—if Tabane was too busy for her sister, my plans against her were working perfectly. To conquer Houki, dealing with Tabane was essential.
"Maybe when there's time. I'll consider it." Actually, Chifuyu was interested in testing me, but remembered Tabane's warning: *I don't know his background clearly, but he's definitely tough to deal with. Be careful, Chifuyu-chan.* Better not agree rashly.
"I look forward to your answer." I didn't mind the delay. There was time before the plot started.
Soon, Chifuyu left for class. Once her commanding aura vanished, the other female teachers swarmed me, chattering happily.
After chatting with them, I went to class. Today was theory and practice combined. Naturally, there was intimate contact, especially with Charlotte and Cecilia, who I focused on, leaving them blushing and shy.
With Houki, I behaved properly. Unlike yesterday's sparring, today was hands-on guidance. She blushed, but since I didn't cross the line and had established myself as a good teacher, she said nothing.
"Alright, that's it for today. See you tomorrow." Thanks to yesterday, I was smoother with the intimate teaching. Without stalling, I guided every student before dismissal.
"Um, Teacher, are you free this noon? I have something to say." After class, Cecilia ran over, whispering, "You're my slave, so listen to your master obediently."
"Sure. After lunch, I'll wait on the roof." Cecilia delivering herself to me? Accepted with a smile. I needed to prepare. Satisfied, she walked off arm-in-arm with Charlotte—training together had made them fast friends.
Once the students left, I returned to the office and enjoyed the love-bento made by Sherry with Charlotte's help. After eating, I went to the roof to prepare for Cecilia.
*Click.* Not long after, the door opened. Golden hair, slender brows, eyes like stars, delicate nose, cherry lips, perfect face, snowy skin, slender figure in the red-white uniform skirt, long legs in alluring black stockings—a beautiful girl walked toward me.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Teacher Jian." It was Cecilia. She sat elegantly beside me on the bench, looking around puzzled. "Usually there are students resting here. Why are you alone today, Teacher?"
"Isn't this better? For a date, being alone is better than a crowd." I'd set up a barrier to repel others, excluding her.
"D-date? It's not a date! We aren't even boyfriend and girlfriend! I just came to talk about the slave request!" Cecilia lost her elegance, blushing. *Teacher Jian is always so sudden! At least let me prepare mentally if it's a date!*
"I think intimacy between master and slave isn't less than lovers, so calling it a date is fine."
"Even so, I've never heard of slaves dating masters!" She pouted, waving her hands to emphasize common sense—cute.
"What are you laughing at? I'm right! You always have twisted logic." She sighed helplessly, glaring at me.
"Alright, alright. Time to discuss your business, Cecilia."
"Hmph, you interrupted with that date talk." She mumbled, then looked serious, though her blushing face betrayed her shyness about the slave topic.
"Ahem. About you being my slave... we haven't clarified how that works." She'd considered this carefully—couldn't waste the request.
"Well, do you have any demands, Cecilia?" I didn't care about being a slave; I just needed a bond to get closer to her.
"I thought about it. Since you're a slave, you can't refuse my requests and must do your best to fulfill them. Also, you should think about your master—how to treat me better, etc. Roughly that."
She was nervous, worried her demands were too much or made her seem bad, so she added, "Of course, if you have objections, say so. I'm not a tyrant."
"The first part depends. If the request is too excessive or incorrect, I'll consider whether to obey. As for the rest... aren't those just lover's demands? No problem." I stroked my chin, waiting.
"Wait, lover? I didn't think that far!" Cecilia denied in shock, drills bouncing cutely.
"I'm not talking nonsense. Think about it—it's similar. But since you focused on that, you have no other objections? Then it's settled." Aside from the first point, which I'd tweak for initiative, her demands were basically lover-like. I accepted gladly.
"Mm, okay. No objections." Thinking back, her words *did* sound like lover's duties. Had she subconsciously thought that?
"Since that's settled, let's solve *that* too." I stood up suddenly.
"That? Eh? What are you doing?" Cecilia watched me squat down, surprised. *Is he proposing? No, too fast! Then what?*
"Fulfilling our previous agreement, of course." Cecilia's mind was chaotic, heart racing. *Agreement?*
I ignored her confusion and leaned toward her black-stockinged legs. The silk reflected light alluringly; pale skin showed through. The ankle bone protruded seductively, leading to feet hidden in loafers.
"Ah! Teacher Jian, what are you doing?" My hot breath on her calves made her shift uneasily like a rabbit. As a hunter, I reached out, feeling the smooth silk and tender skin instantly.
"Didn't you say, Cecilia? If I lost, I'd be your slave *and* lick your feet." *That* was why I cleared the roof. My hand rubbed her calf, making swishing sounds.
"Ah, that... I just said it in the moment! I didn't mean for you to actually do it! The slave thing was just because I was angry!" Her legs struggled, but her strength was nothing to me. The swaying legs were just more tempting.
"Haven't you heard the saying 'A ruler has no joking words'? As my noble master, you shouldn't joke either. And I think licking your silk-clad feet to show loyalty is a fine choice. So..." My hand slid down her heel and slowly removed her loafer.
"But... that... eek..." My hot hand on her leg sent heat to her heart. Her mind was mush. Suddenly her foot felt light—shoe gone. She tried to pull back, but I held her firm.
Her delicate foot was wrapped in black silk. Toes like tender lotus buds curled shyly under my gaze, nails like shells. The fleshy sole, white heel, and the curve to the ankle—what a beautiful foot.
I stroked it gently, from heel to sole, feeling the softness. The smooth fiber and skin texture were addictive. I moved to her round toes, teasing each little darling.
"Mm... ah... Teacher Jian, not there." Under my masterful touch—far superior to any masseur—Cecilia flushed red, panting, body going limp, struggle ceasing.
"Heh, not yet. The best is coming." I leaned in, inhaling deeply—girl scent, faint sweat, leather. Hot breath hit her foot.
"Mm, ticklish... Teacher, are you really..." Before she finished, my tongue licked her instep, lips sucking. The texture drove me crazy.
"Mm... hah... mm... Teacher... don't... feels weird..." My wet tongue felt ticklish, wet, numbing. Sucking her instep sent strange sensations straight to her lower body. *If this goes on, I'll become strange.*
"It's fine. Teacher will make your feet feel better." I licked up her instep to her toes. Saliva darkened the silk—a strange beauty.
"Mm... hng... Teacher... dirty..." Feeling me reach her toes, she tried to stop me. *Teacher is such a pervert, liking feet! Isn't he afraid of dirt?* She realized the bet was just an excuse.
"How could it be dirty? Everywhere on Cecilia is clean." I mumbled, licking her toes. My hands didn't stop—one stroking her leg, the other kneading her sole.
"Eek... mm... Teacher..." After some time, her skin flushed, blue eyes dripping water. Unsatisfied with just licking, I took her toes into my mouth.
"Mm... chuu... Cecilia... silk feet... so... great." Her cardamom toes shrank shyly in my mouth. I nibbled the round flesh, tongue licking between toes through the silk, sucking and savoring.
"Mm... mm... Teacher... mm... don't say that... mm... too shy... mm..." Intense pleasure made her squint, biting her lip to suppress lewd moans.
Hearing her moans fired me up. I sucked every toe with gusto, licking every spot, switching between frantic tonguing and sucking, soaking her foot.
"Mm... Teacher... toes... ticklish... numb... mm... mm..." Mindless from pleasure, she pressed her hand on my head as if wanting more. A thoughtful "slave," I sucked harder.
After a while, I reluctantly moved to her sole, unzipping my pants with one hand. My cock, hard since smelling her feet, needed release. I grabbed her other foot, removed the shoe.
Instead of licking the second foot, I pulled it to my cock. The touch of silk on my shaft made it swell. I moved her ankle up and down, rubbing her foot against my meat.
"Mm... this... is it... ah..." Feeling her foot on something big, hard, and hot, Cecilia opened her eyes. Seeing her foot on my cock, she gasped, trying to pull away, but I held firm. She endured the shame, letting me guide her foot.
I manipulated her foot for a footjob while licking her other sole. The soft sole, faint sweat, and scent stimulated me. I sucked hard. Her foot was practically "stepping" on my face—toes brushing my forehead, heel on my chin. The aroma filled my lungs, increasing my desire.
"Cecilia, chuu, move your foot, chuu." After a while, I wanted her cooperation.
"Eh... like this... mm..." She didn't refuse, moving her toes carefully, rubbing my shaft, swaying her sole. Swishing sounds arose.
"Yes, like that. Chuu. Harder. Chuu. Use your heel. Yes, toes on the glans." While licking, I instructed her. Seeing her cooperate, I released her leg, switching to massaging it to prevent fatigue.
Soon, her technique improved. Toes rubbed my glans dexterously, or clamped the corona with toe gaps—pure bliss.
"Mm... mm... Teacher... this big bad thing... I must... discipline it... mm..." She traced my slit with toes, circling, or spreading them to form a silk membrane over it, stimulating me greatly.
"Oh, amazing. Cecilia, your footjob feels so good." Praised, she sped up, pressing her heel into the base, alternating pressure. My cock throbbed, heightening the sensation.
"Mm... hng... mm... Teacher... mm... cock... jumping... mm... cumming?" Feeling the throbbing and hearing my ragged breath, she knew. My hand pressed her foot down; hips bucked rapidly.
"Yes, Cecilia, too good—Teacher can't hold back. Shooting it all on your slutty silk feet." I thrust faster, sucking her other foot violently.
"Mm... mm... Teacher... mm... sperm... mm... come out... mm... come out..." Knowing I was close, she worked her foot hard. Stimulated by her lewd words, the long session ended.
"Mm, all for you! For Cecilia's slutty feet!" My cock halted, spurting thick white semen onto her black silk foot—stark, lewd contrast.
"Mm... Teacher... so much... hot..." Feeling the heat, she sighed. She looked so charming I pulled her into a deep kiss.
"Teacher Jian, you're too bad! Licking feet, making me do a footjob, shooting sperm on them!" After the kiss, she glared complainingly.
"Cecilia Master was too charming; this slave couldn't resist."
"Still calling yourself slave after offending your master? Where's my dignity?"
"Doesn't that prove your charm? Even a slave couldn't resist."
"Hmph. How can I go to class like this?" Her stockings were stained. Cleaning wouldn't hide the marks. Wearing them was suspicious; removing them was also suspicious. I decided to help.
"Cecilia, you have spares in your dorm, right?" Better than store-bought.
"Yes, but no time to get them."
"No problem. Have them." Detecting her dorm aura, I opened a portal and grabbed high-quality black stockings from her closet.
"Here. Change. Don't worry, no one will come." She stared, amazed, accepting the stockings—correct size. *Really from my dorm?*
"Teacher, how?"
"Just a little space ability. Hurry and change." Too troublesome to explain fully.
"Hmph, your fault anyway." She stood, reaching under her skirt, then paused. "Teacher, turn around. Girl's changing time."
"Okay, okay, Cecilia Master." I turned with a smile. We'd done more intimate things, but changing was still shy territory? Cute.
Rustling sounds fueled my imagination. Soon, she finished.
"This one's yours. You dirtied it, you deal with it." She handed me the stained pair. I burned it with magical fire—no fetish for just fluids. She didn't care.
"Alright, back to class."
"Your fault. I just wanted to talk."
"Mm, Teacher's fault. Shopping next time?"
"Hmph, listen to me next time."
"Mm, mm."
Chatting, she returned to class, and I to the office to flirt with teachers until dismissal. Then, to the training room for Houki.
She wasn't there yet. I prepared a "special" energy drink. She arrived shortly after.
"Teacher." She greeted, changed efficiently while I turned, then warmed up. I admired her figure. We sparred, with plenty of "accidental" contact.
"Hah, hah..." Panting, she stood exhausted. I supported her arm, smelling her scent.
"Here, Houki. Drink this. Special fatigue-relief and physique-improving drink." I handed it over.
"Mm, thanks, Teacher." She drank the whitish, turbid liquid from the small bottle without suspicion. *It tastes weird, but warm and comfortable.* She finished it, leaving white residue on her lips.
"Energy drink tastes unique. Teacher made it." I conjured a tissue and wiped her mouth.
"Th... thanks, Teacher." Blushing at the intimacy. Lacking elder care, she enjoyed my concern.
"Stop thanking me; it makes us distant." I patted her silky brown hair. She didn't resist, enjoying it.
"Mm." She leaned into my hand slightly—honest body.
"Any problems in class today?" We chatted alone to bond.
"No, class was fine." She shook her head. Despite her cold exterior, she was lonely with few friends. She didn't rush to leave, chatting slowly.
After a while, we parted. I went home to Sherry and Charlotte.
A week passed. Mornings with Sherry, teasing Charlotte and Cecilia in class, petty advantages with Houki. Chifuyu was busy. Today, tutoring Houki again.
"Here's today's portion." Post-sparring, I gave her the drink—semen-based, diluted to improve her constitution gradually.
"Houki, muscle fatigue must have accumulated. The drink works slowly. I should massage you to restore activity fast. Don't worry, no private parts."
I put hands on her shoulders before she could answer. Her skin was smooth as jade—a joy to touch.
"Teacher..." She didn't know what to say, but the technique was good—warmth spread, fatigue vanished. Amazing.
"Comfortable, right? Eliminates fatigue well." Seeing no resistance, I used all my skills, kneading her shoulders, smelling her scent.
"Mm... truly comfortable." She couldn't deny it—moaned in pleasure.
Expected. I expanded the range—arms, shoulders, back.
Through the suit, her back felt great—second skin. Scapula, spine, waist sides... fingers nearly slipping on soft flesh. Occasionally brushing the top of her buttocks—bouncy youth.
"Mm... hng... Teacher... mm... down there... mm... no..." Feeling me near her butt, she panicked slightly and grabbed my hand weakly.
Her hand was soft and warm. "Don't worry, told you I wouldn't touch private parts." I whispered in her ear, hot breath making her shiver and ear turn red.
"Un... understood... Teacher." She pulled back, sitting like a cute hamster.
True to my word, I stayed above the butt. If she weren't lying down, I'd explore her legs. Next time.
"Mm-hng... mm... mm..." Brain mush from pleasure, she moaned groggily. My actions grew bolder—half massage, half caress.
Unknowingly, an hour passed. Late; she hadn't eaten. I'd dilute the drink more for a "special" bento next time to extend massage time.
"Alright, Houki. Late. Stop here today." I stopped reluctantly, supporting her limp body.
"Mm... Teacher, time?" Dazed, cute voice.
"Almost 8, little confused Houki." She flushed, realizing her state. *Embarrassing.*
She left hurriedly. I went home. Tomorrow was the weekend—shopping with Cecilia. Tonight, pampering Charlotte and Sherry.