With calm ease, Hakuto slowly stretches his legs forward.
Until now, he’s kept them bent to avoid contact—any touch might’ve triggered reactions way too visible through his thin swimsuit and the clear water.
But now, he no longer cares.
Hakuto has entered predator mode.
In fact, Kagura once taught him that brief, accidental contact is the best way to build sexual tension between two people.
Sure, he and Professor Yuunami aren’t a couple, but he figures the sa logic still applies.
Eyes closed.
Head resting back on the pillow lining the edge of the tub.
He acts like he’s slipping into sleep.
And, just like that, he stretches out his legs entirely—his feet drifting up to her waistline.
He doesn’t touch her directly.
Instead, he lets the current do it.
The water slowly carries his feet, letting them sway and lightly brush against her skin from ti to ti.
He brushes her once.
Twice.
Three tis.
No reaction from her.
She doesn’t respond by touching him back.
But she doesn’t pull away either.
Hakuto finds himself stuck in a limbo of doubt.
He needs to push further.
He needs a reason to get closer.
An excuse.
Still facing upward, Hakuto opens his eyes just a little.
He peeks behind him.
A large window.
It looks out onto the night sky.
Clear.
Not a single cloud in sight.
Exactly what he needed.
«The sky is really beautiful tonight...» Hakuto murmurs.
His head is still tilted back on the jacuzzi cushion.
«Yeah... everything tonight is beautiful...» she replies.
Her voice is sweet. Relaxed.
Hakuto freezes for a mont.
~That reply... is she waiting for to make the first move? I can’t rush this. I have to stick to the original plan~
«So that’s why you sat there. To relax and admire the night sky, right? Mind if I join you to gaze at it too?» he asks.
His voice sounds casual, like he truly only wants to look at the sky—nothing more.
«You caught , clever boy.»
She sticks out her tongue, playful and teasing.
~Perfect. Now I just have to let myself slide along the edge of the tub and sit next to her.
If she moves—ga over. But if she doesn’t...~
With movents neither too slow—to avoid missing the mont—nor too fast—to avoid seeming impatient—Hakuto shifts.
He drags his elbows along the edge of the tub.
Now he’s sitting next to her.
Close.
Too close.
His right arm is practically glued to her left.
Sa with their thighs.
A closeness that triggers his most uncontrollable hormones.
His erection pops out from under the swimsuit.
Visible.
Right at the surface of the water.
A bold move, maybe.
But at this point, it’s obvious to Hakuto.
She’s just waiting for the right signal to let herself go.
Maybe struggling with the sha of doing sothing indecent with her forr student.
A sha Hakuto tossed aside the mont he saw her in that swimsuit.
Hakuto’s hand slips underwater.
It brushes against her thigh.
In that mont, he turns to look at Misaki.
Trying to catch her reaction.
She’s turned her head slightly away.
Her face is red.
Her lips are sealed tight.
~Is that a good sign? Actually... I don’t think so. Kagura told that in these cases, she should’ve done sothing to return the physical contact... Could she be especially shy?~
Hakuto pushes it further.
He doesn’t stop at brushing her thigh—he places his hand there.
Firm.
Unmoving.
Still nothing.
Just a deeper flush on her face.
And she slightly closes her legs.
That’s when Hakuto fully lets go.
No restraint.
No hesitation.
His hand slips into Misaki’s swimsuit bottoms.
His finger brushes against her soft hair.
Then he touches her pussy.
«H-Hakuto, I...»
But before she can finish, her words are silenced.
Hakuto’s tongue slides into her mouth.
His right hand slips under the top of her swimsuit.
It grabs her breast.
He squeezes it.
It feels even softer underwater.
His left hand stays between her thighs.
His middle and index fingers slide fully inside her.
He moves them with steady, controlled rhythm—perfectly paced.
The result of endless training with Kagura.
Training that made him a master of giving won unbearable pleasure using just two fingers.
Misaki’s breathing is deep.
Intense.
She wants to say sothing.
Sothing important.
Sothing Hakuto must hear.
But she can’t.
Hakuto’s tongue—the pleasure he’s giving her—they instantly smother any attempt at words.
Sa with her arms.
She wants to push him away, but they don’t respond to her commands.
Instead, they do the opposite and pull him closer.
Only her eyes seem to resist.
The only part of her body unaffected by that intense pleasure.
A pleasure she hasn’t felt in nearly two decades.
They’re not the eyes of a woman lost in ecstasy.
But of a woman who’s in pain.
Tightly shut.
And when they open, they’re glossy—almost on the verge of tears.
But they’re also the only part of her that Hakuto doesn’t pay the slightest attention to.
Too caught up in the situation.
Too swept away by the sexual tension.
Now crouched in front of her, Hakuto presses his body against hers.
She’s naked.
Completely stripped of her dark blue bikini—it floats on the trembling surface of the water.
«Hakuto...» she manages to moan, with trendous effort in a brief mont when she takes back control of her mouth, montarily abandoned by Hakuto.
But her voice is so faint.
So muffled by the moans, it gets drowned out by the bubbling of the jacuzzi.
Hakuto’s tongue trails down her neck.
It reaches her breast.
He licks it passionately with refined technique.
He stimulates her nipples with gentle circular motions all around.
Then, he takes it completely in his mouth.
Sucking it intensely.
This too is part of Kagura’s course on how to beco the perfect sex machine.
Misaki’s eyes widen—almost terrified, as soon as she sees Hakuto’s swimsuit floating too on the surface of the water.
And an instant later...
...a long, deep, intense moan echoes through the room.
A moan from Misaki, as Hakuto’s big, hard erection slides fully into her.
A sensation of indescribable pleasure.
But at the sa ti, it snaps her out of that daze.
That unwanted state of compliance she had been trapped in just monts before.
She places her hands on Hakuto’s chest and pushes him backward.
His dick slides out of her.
Hakuto is left completely stunned.
Misaki picks up the pieces of her swimsuit and puts them back on.
~What the... why? Did I do sothing wrong...? Maybe she didn’t want to have sex. Maybe she just wanted to be touched and kissed? Co on... she’s not a girl. She’s a woman. Anyway... ga over~
«This evening never stops surprising ...» Hakuto mutters, clearly annoyed.
«First the romantic walk, hand in hand. Then you say we’ll bathe together and sleep in the sa bed. You let touch you, kiss you, and then... you back off at the last second?
Seriously, you won are really weird...» he grumbles.
He stands up.
Now he’s wearing his swimsuit again.
He stares down at her, irritated.
«Take ho, please,» he says, forcing himself to sound as polite as possible.
«Hakuto, are you angry...?» she murmurs, visibly sad.
«No, I’m not angry. But please, take ho.»
«Alright... I’ll take you ho. But... I want you to know sothing first. I want you to know why I cared so much about spending ti with you. Always together, even at night. And why I pulled back when you tried to do those things...»
«I’m listening,» he agrees, coldly.
Her voice trembles.
Big tears fall from her eyes.
«Hakuto... I... I’m your mother...»
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