"Yes! Your cock just feels way too good, master Renji! Fill up! Do it!"
Whether it was the fear or Haruka’s tight pussy clamping down on his cock, Renji didn’t know, but he couldn’t stop it.
Even in that awkward, horrific mont, his cum still clenched—tighter than usual in fact—and exploded inside of her.
"Fuck yes! Nghh! I’m feeling it pumping into my womb."
Renji closed his eyes as though in acceptance of his fate, his body twitching as his heart pounded.
It was the worst orgasm he’d had in his entire life.
The final rope of thick white cum shot deep into Haruka’s throbbing womb, causing her legs to wobble as she snapped her head backwards.
Renji opened his eyes once again and snapped his gaze to the narrow vertical window set into the classroom door.
Ms. Katsura was no longer there. He saw her figure disappear in the final seconds, heading down the hallway.
Renji’s eyes widened in fear. What was she going to do?!
That was a stupid question. Of course he knew what a teacher would do once she caught on to sothing like this.
He could tell from the look on her face one split-second earlier.
She had turned chalk-white, and her lips were parted in pure shock, with her usual cold black eyes blown wide.
But he had expected her to burst in and physically tear them apart or yell or sothing.... Instead she had just turned and left?
And there was no hesitation at all. It was like she’d seen what she wanted to see. She knew now what she wanted to know and that was all.
She was heading sowhere. Fast. Purposeful. The stride of a woman whose entire moral universe had just been detonated and who was marching straight to the wherever to burn everything to the ground.
Haruka was still on all fours beneath him, her pussy lips swollen and shining with juices and sen.
She turned around to look at him, oblivuous to everything that had just happened, she had her tongue out like a begging animal, moaning in that broken, cock-drunk voice she always slipped into when the fucking was reaching her brain.
"Mmmmmmm, that felt good, Master Renji. You filled my pussy really well. How about I suck your cock and make sure I’ve dried up your balls? I want it all, I’ve been wet since third period thinking about swallowing my favorite student, I need it, I need—"
Renji barely heard anything she had just said.
Ms. Katsura had just caught them fucking and was leaving!
Quickly, he ripped himself out of her pussy with a sloppy pop, cum leaked out of the fuckhole, spit and sweat dangling from her cheeks like body gun.
She lost balance completely, palms slapping the wet tile with a loud wet smack, knees skidding in the puddle of her own squirt that had sprayed across the floor when she ca the second ti.
"Fuck! Ms Katsura! Wait! Please!" Renji shouted as he stumbled toward the door, cock swinging heavy and slick between his legs. "Ms Katsura?! Hey, wait!"
Haruka watched him run. She was confused at what was happening and why he was calling the na of his literature teacher.
She could see cum dripping down from his cock in slow, shaful drops from the tip with every frantic step he took, splattering onto the floor in tiny white flecks until he reached the door.
Renji slamd his palm against the door handle and yanked once, twice, three tis, the tal rattling in its fra.
"Ms. Katsura. Let’s talk about this!"
A random student who was walking looked in his direction, their eyes caught as she continued down the hall.
It was then that Renji’s brain caught up with what he was doing and it froze him solid.
He was completely naked from the waist down.
His cock was still rock-hard, angry red, glistening with Haruka’s pussy sli and his own spend, veins pulsing, a final bead of cum trembling at the slit before it fell and landed with a tiny wet sound on the tile.
Imagine him walking out like that.
He thanked the door that it was locked and had saved him from a really crazy mistake.
He couldn’t step into the public hallway like this, couldn’t let a single soul see him half-naked and dripping with evidence.
Even if he was dressed, Ms Katsura was not going to stop or slow down for him to speak to her.
In her view, she had seen sothing horrible enough that it ant no negotiation or anything like that.
"Renji? What if going on?" Haruka asked, kneeling, body sared with fluids.
Renji stretched his neck to see. Ms Katsura was already far down the hallway, and if he had to guess, she was making her way to the principal’s office.
Oh...no...
Renji felt his head ring, like a bell of judgent was chiming painfully in his school.
Haruka’s voice floated up from the floor behind him, small and trembling with sudden fear, mascara rivers cutting fresh black paths through the cum on her cheeks.
"Renji-kun...? What’s wrong? Did I do sothing bad? You’re scaring ... talk to , please..."
The words didn’t reach him.
Everything turned to television static, to high-pitched screaming inside his skull.
He was in big shit now.
There didn’t seem like anyway to get out of this one.
Ms Kaori Katsura saw.
She saw everything.
She saw her fellow teacher on her knees getting fuck by student’s 18-year-old cock like a fifty-yen whore.
Ms Kaori Katsura was a quiet woman for the most part. She minded her business. She spoke very rarely and never made facial reactions pass an eyebrow raise.
But that was why she beca such an owl.
Her silence caused her to notice things; to see things other didn’t. And hence, out of everyone in the school, she was the one who saw the change in Renji’s character.
She was the one who saw him hurrying back into the school instead of out.
Renji cursed. He hadn’t anticipated this, but there was no denying it. He was so fucked.
Expulsion wasn’t a possibility; it was a certainty. Criminal charges could be on the table. Maybe for Haruka; she would at least definitely lose her job.
His na would be in the local newspaper.
Even worse, all he had done so far to get into Nakamura Top Arts University would be for nothing.
Every perfect score, every recomndation letter, it would all be gone because he couldn’t hold back his cock from Haruka’s enticing pussy.
Fuck... fuck... I’m so fucked.
He slid down the door until his bare ass hit the cold, wet floor, back pressed hard against the wood as if he could physically hold the truth inside the room.
His spent cock rested heavy against his thigh, still twitching, still leaking, a mocking reminder of what had just destroyed him.
Haruka crawled over on her knees, breasts swaying freely.
"Renji, please, you’re shaking, what happened—"
Renji still didn’t hear her. At this point, her voice had beca white noise, underwater, aningless.
It’s over.
It’s fucking over.
He stared at the ceiling, fluorescent lights blurring into white halos, breath coming in short, panicked bursts that tasted like copper and cum.
Then the thought hit him like a defibrillator to the chest.
The Note.
The Milf Note.
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