"Kido-kun, when did you start this job?"
"Ah, just last month. Ohno-san and the others seemed to have been waiting for me to turn 18—they snatched me up right away."
"I see... That must have been tough. Especially with what happened to your father..."
"Yeah, thank you for everything back then. Thanks to you, he's recovering well."
"That's good to hear."
We chatted casually while having dinner together in the room. Come to think of it, this might be the first time today I've had a normal conversation with sensei.
"This room—you specifically requested it, right?"
"That's right. Is something wrong?"
"No, I was just wondering... You could've used a hotel in Tokyo if you'd asked Ohno-san, but you deliberately chose Hakone..."
The conversation trailed off, and silence lingered for a while. Did I ask something weird? But then sensei set down her chopsticks and slowly spoke.
"...This room... It's where he—my ex-fiancé—and I stayed on our first trip together."
"Eh, really? But... why?"
"I wanted... to overwrite it. I chose this room to overwrite my memories with him, to forget everything."
"Sensei... You still haven't gotten over him, have you?"
"That's not it. I've already moved on. But we were together for so long, there were just too many memories... I wanted to paint over them, even just a little... Maybe this is something Kido-kun wouldn't understand yet..."
"...Yeah, I probably don't get it. But if sensei wants to make new memories here, I'll do my best to help."
"Thank you. Though, just by making you my student, I've already created some pretty intense memories."
Sensei chuckled as she said that. Her smile was incredibly cute. What an idiot her ex must have been to let go of someone this wonderful.
Dinner ended, and the night for just the two of us began.
"Kido-kun..."
Sensei's eyes glistened. Her yukata-clad figure was irresistibly alluring. A bewitching fragrance seemed to rise from her dampened chest, dizzying me just by being near.
"Are you okay, Kido-kun?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. More importantly, sensei, could you hold your wrists together like this for me?"
"Like this?"
I wrapped the yukata's sash around her joined wrists.
"Wh-What are you doing, Kido-kun?"
"You like being teased, don't you? I just want to make you happier."
As I spoke, I hooked the end of the sash over the lintel and yanked it tight.
"Ah!"
Her hands were now suspended beneath the lintel—completely immobilized.
"What are you—?! Kido-kun, stop!"
"No can do, sensei. You can't move now."
I undid the sash around her waist without hesitation.
"Ahh, no..."
Her yukata fell open, and sensei squirmed. The collar caught on her breasts, keeping them from being fully exposed, but the sight was obscenely erotic.
"Let me take off your underwear."
I hooked my fingers into her panties and slowly pulled them down. Good god! Her pussy and panties were connected by glistening strands!
"Sensei, what's this? You were acting all reluctant, but down here, you're dripping wet enough to leave strings!"
"Stop... saying such... mean things..."
"You really do like being teased, don't you? Then I'll tease you even more."
I grabbed the yukata's collar and pulled it open. Her freed breasts jiggled enticingly.
"How's this, sensei? Even if I play with your tits like this, you can't do a thing."
I cupped one breast and latched onto its tip. Rolling my tongue over it, it stiffened almost instantly. As I sucked with wet, noisy sounds, sensei let out sweet gasps. I kept stimulating the other nipple while gently kneading her flesh.
"Mmm... Hahhn..."
Sensei closed her eyes, seemingly overwhelmed by pleasure.
"Now, I'll suck both nipples at once."
I pressed her breasts together and took both hardened peaks into my mouth. The firm texture of her nipples pressed against my lips. As I flicked my tongue between them, sensei moaned each time.
"Nnh, ahh, stooop..."
Her body trembled violently.
"Kido-kun, I... I can't take it..."
"Huh? What can't you take, sensei? Are you about to cum just from your tits?"
"N-Not... like that..."
She wore a frustrated expression but didn't resist. She must have been too lost in pleasure to fight back.
"Then I'll make sure you cum properly."
I reached between her legs. Holy hell—she was even wetter than I thought! I curled my fingers inside her, stirring roughly.
"Wow, sensei, you're... My whole hand's soaked!"
"Don't... say it..."
"Why not? It feels good, doesn't it? Why not just admit it?"
I deliberately stopped moving, watching her reaction.
"Kido-kun, please... Don't be mean..."
"Fine, sensei—then cum as hard as you can!"
I assaulted both her breasts and pussy at the same time.
"Ah! I'm—I'm cumming! Aaahhh!!"
Sensei convulsed violently as she climaxed. Her body went limp, but with her hands still bound, she couldn't collapse. Her legs shook weakly, barely keeping her upright.
"Haah... haah... haah..."
She panted heavily, still recovering.
"Alright, sensei—now it's my turn."
I moved behind her and hiked up her yukata. Her flushed ass quivered faintly. My cock was already rock-hard.
"Here I go, sensei."
I gripped her hips and thrust in deep from behind.
Squelch!
The tip of my cock was enveloped in scorching heat. Her insides burned like fire. Holding her waist steady, I began pistoning in and out. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. Sensei tried to endure at first, but soon, she couldn't hold back her moans.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Love juice splattered from where we joined, dripping down her thighs. Her breasts swayed wildly with each thrust.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
I picked up the pace even more.
"Aahh! No, Kido-kun, too much! You'll break me!"
Tears welled in her eyes as she begged, but far from stopping, I only went faster.
"Sensei! Sensei! Sensei!"
"Stop, please! I can't—I'm gonna cum again! It's coming—aaahhh!"
"It's fine, sensei. I'll make you cum as many times as you want."
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"I can't! I'm—I'm cumming! Aaahhhh!!!"
She screamed as she came again, her walls clamping down tight. But I didn't let up.
"Sensei! Sensei! Sensei! Sensei! Sensei! Sensei! Sensei! Sensei! Sensei!"
"NYAAAAAHHHH!!!"
She came once more. But I still hadn't. By the third round, my sperm factory wasn't shipping out so easily.
I clung to her back from behind, roughly kneading her breasts. When I pinched both stiffened nipples at once, sensei arched back, unable to withstand the pleasure.
"Ah-haaahn!"
Every time she writhed, her cervix kissed the head of my cock—an unbearably good sensation. Even with her uterus begging this much, my factory still refused to deliver. It was like dealing with a certain overseas Amazon seller!
"Wh-What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"
I pulled out for a moment. Looks like I'll need to get a little more creative.