The afternoon had slipped away peacefully. Golden evening light now poured through the windows, painting the living room in warm orange hues. Sensei glanced at the clock on the wall and spoke gently.
"It's already evening, Ren. You should take a bath soon. Dinner time is approaching, and it's better to wash away the day before eating."
I nodded and stood up, heading toward the bathroom on my own. After everything that had happened, I felt the strong need to clean myself again — to wash away the lingering memories.
But before I could reach the door, Sensei's soft voice stopped me.
"Wait, Ren."
I turned around. She was looking at me with calm, caring eyes.
"I'll wash your back for you," she said quietly. "And… I want to check on your injury. I need to see if your cock is healing properly. We shouldn't leave it untreated."
My face instantly grew hot. A rush of embarrassment flooded through me. I opened my mouth to protest, but the words died in my throat. The memory of her gentle care earlier — cleaning me, comforting me, kissing me — made it impossible to refuse her.
Sensei stood up gracefully and walked over to me. She placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"Don't be shy," she whispered softly. "I'm your teacher, but right now… I'm also someone who wants to take care of you. Let me help."
I swallowed hard and gave a small, hesitant nod.
We walked to the bathroom together. The air felt thicker, warmer. Sensei turned on the lights and started preparing the bath, letting the water run to fill the tub. Steam slowly began to rise as she tested the temperature with her hand.
She turned to me, her expression gentle but serious.
"Take off your clothes, Ren."
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I stood there for a moment, heart beating heavily in my chest, before slowly beginning to undress.
I pulled my shirt over my head, then hooked my thumbs into my pants and underwear, sliding them down my legs. The cool air of the bathroom brushed against my bare skin as I stepped out of the last piece of clothing. I was now completely naked in front of Sensei.
My cock had already grown fully hard — standing upright, thick and throbbing slightly from a mix of embarrassment and unwanted arousal. The bite mark near the head was still visible, though noticeably less angry than yesterday. I felt intensely exposed, my face burning with shame.
Sensei didn't flinch or look away. Her expression remained calm and professional, though her eyes carried a gentle warmth. She didn't comment on my erection at all, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
She stepped closer and gracefully knelt down in front of me on the bathroom floor, bringing her face level with my waist. Her long hair fell over one shoulder as she leaned in.
With careful, clinical movements, she reached out and touched my cock with her fingertips. The contact was light at first — just the soft pads of her fingers tracing along the shaft. I twitched involuntarily at her touch. She gently lifted my erection upward with two fingers, carefully examining the bite wound.
A forbidden thought flashed through my mind before I could stop it:
…I want her to put it in her mouth…
The moment the thought appeared, shame crashed over me like cold water. I immediately tried to push it away, clenching my jaw. What the hell is wrong with me? After everything that happened yesterday, how could I even think something like that about Sensei?
Sensei's voice was soft and reassuring as her fingers gently probed around the injured area.
"It's healing at a surprisingly fast rate," she murmured, almost to herself. "The swelling has gone down significantly, and the bite mark is closing well. There's almost no sign of infection."
Her fingers continued to move with gentle precision — tracing the length of my hard cock, lightly touching the sensitive head, and carefully checking the wound from different angles. Every touch sent sparks of sensation through my body, making my erection throb visibly in her hand.
She looked up at me from her kneeling position, her expression kind and steady.
"Does it hurt when I touch it like this?" she asked softly.
I shook my head slightly, too embarrassed to speak properly.
Sensei gave a small, satisfied nod and continued her careful examination for a few more moments, her warm fingers still wrapped lightly around my shaft.
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Sensei continued her gentle examination, her fingertips carefully tracing around the healing bite mark on the head of my cock. She wasn't stroking me, just lightly touching and inspecting the wound with professional care.
But I couldn't control it.
The combination of her warm fingers, her close proximity, her soft breath against my skin, and the overwhelming intimacy of the moment pushed me over the edge far too quickly. My cock twitched violently in her hand. A powerful surge of pleasure shot through me without any warning.
"Ah—!"
I let out a shaky gasp as my orgasm hit me hard.
Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted from the tip of my cock. The first powerful spurt landed directly across Sensei's fingers and palm. Then another, and another. A huge amount poured out of me in strong, rhythmic pulses, coating her hand and dripping down onto the bathroom floor in heavy white strands. My knees trembled as I kept cumming more than I expected, the pleasure mixed with deep embarrassment.
Sensei didn't pull her hand away immediately. She simply held still, letting me finish.
When my cock finally stopped pulsing, she looked up at me with a soft, teasing smile.
"Ren… you really shouldn't do that next time," she said lightly, her voice carrying a gentle, playful tone. "If you're going to cum, it's better to release it inside a girl's body. Don't waste it like this."
Her words made my face burn even hotter. There was no anger or disgust in her voice — only light teasing and affection.
She stood up gracefully, walked to the sink, and washed her hands thoroughly under running water. After drying them, she returned with a warm, wet towel and gently cleaned the remaining cum from my softening cock and thighs. Her touch remained careful and caring, as if cleaning up after me was the most natural thing in the world.
I stood there completely silent, too ashamed to say anything. My heart was still racing, and my face felt like it was on fire. I couldn't even look her in the eyes.
Sensei finished cleaning me, then gently patted my thigh.
"There. All clean," she said softly. "Don't feel too embarrassed. Your body has been through a lot these past two days. It's only natural to be sensitive."
She gave me one last gentle smile before turning back to the bathtub, continuing to prepare the bath water as if nothing unusual had happened.
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After cleaning me, Sensei stood up and left the bathroom for a moment. When she returned, she was holding a soft black blindfold in her hands.
She looked at me gently and spoke in a calm, soothing voice:
"Ren, I'm going to bathe with you. But I think it might be easier for you if you don't have to feel too embarrassed by seeing me naked. So… I want you to wear this blindfold."
My heart skipped a beat. Nervousness surged through me, but I didn't protest. I simply nodded silently. Sensei stepped closer and carefully tied the blindfold around my eyes, making sure it was secure but comfortable. The world went completely dark.
I could hear the soft rustle of clothes. The faint sound of fabric sliding against skin. Sensei was undressing right in front of me. My imagination ran wild even though I couldn't see anything. My breathing became slightly heavier.
A few moments later, I felt her presence again — much closer this time.
Sensei stepped into the bathtub first. Then her warm, wet hands gently took mine.
"Come in," she whispered softly.
I stepped into the warm water with her guidance. The moment I was inside, Sensei pulled me into a gentle embrace.
Her naked body pressed against mine.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Her soft, full breasts cushioned my chest and cheek as she held me close. The warmth of her bare skin against mine was incredibly comforting and intimate. I could feel the gentle curve of her breasts supporting the side of my head, their softness and weight unmistakable. Her heartbeat was steady and strong beneath my ear.
The sweet, clean scent of her skin and the faint floral aroma of her body filled my senses. Two completely naked bodies stood pressed together in the warm water — chest to chest, stomach to stomach. My hard cock brushed against her soft thigh, the contact sending a shiver through me.
I couldn't see anything.
But I could feel everything.
The way her arms wrapped protectively around my back. The smoothness of her skin. The gentle rise and fall of her breathing. The warmth radiating from between her thighs where my cock rested against her body. Water trickled softly around us as we stood there, embraced.
Sensei's voice came out as a tender whisper near my ear:
"Is this okay, Ren?"
Her hand slowly stroked my back in soothing circles. "You don't have to feel nervous. Just feel my warmth. Let everything else go for a while."
She held me tighter, pressing my face gently deeper into the soft valley of her breasts. The comforting scent of her body, the steady rhythm of her heart, and the intimate contact of our naked bodies created a strange, safe cocoon around me.
In the darkness of the blindfold, all that existed was her warmth, her scent, and the gentle sound of water around us.