In the early morning, I awoke from my sleep, opening my eyes to see Sheryl's fair and rosy face. A woman truly nourished by love is the most beautiful. Compared to when I first met her—struggling to raise Charlotte alone as a widow—she looked so worn out back then. Good thing she met me. As for her ex-husband? He was just a tool to them anyway; I blew his head off long ago.
Her pristine skin was fully exposed, her ample breasts and plump hips on full display, and her long legs still clad in those flesh-colored thigh-high stockings. Faced with such a breathtaking sight, I couldn't help but lean in and lightly kiss her forehead.
Perhaps my movement stirred her, as Sheryl's eyelashes fluttered before her beautiful eyes slowly opened. Seeing me gazing at her, she playfully nuzzled into my chest, making me chuckle softly.
"Sheryl, meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me," I murmured gently, stroking her golden hair.
"Me too, darling. Encountering you was my greatest fortune," she replied. For Sheryl, running into me during her most helpless time felt like a miracle. She'd resigned herself to a bleak future, even with her daughter forced to obey that heartless ex's commands and learn IS tech for his gain. But my arrival changed all that. Sure, I'm quite the lecher, but to her, that wasn't a dealbreaker.
Her sweet words, combined with the lingering lewd scent from last night's passion and her stunning beauty, made my big cock stir to life.
Pressed so closely against me, Sheryl immediately noticed my growing arousal. She lifted her head, giving me a seductive glance, then shifted downward.
Her dainty, wet tongue began licking along my shaft, her soft lips brushing against it now and then. Her tender hands gently massaged my balls, sending waves of pleasure through me and making my cock swell massively.
"Mm... Jian's cock is so big... mm... mm... you naughty thing... mm..." Sheryl's tongue circled my glans skillfully, then teased the tip by flicking my slit.
"Mm, ah—Sheryl, your tongue feels amazing. You're so good at this." My hands instinctively pressed down on her head. Seeing how much I was enjoying it, she smiled seductively and swallowed my cock whole.
"Ah, Sheryl, your mouth feels incredible—wet and warm, just like fucking your pussy." Thanks to my training, her blowjob skills were now top-notch. Her small mouth sucked relentlessly, bobbing up and down while her tongue licked nonstop.
"Mm... mm... Jian... as long as it feels good for you... mm... mm... ah... mm..." Hearing my praise, she worked even harder, her saliva coating my cock completely as her hands softly kneaded my balls. It was pure heaven.
"But I can't be the only one having fun—let's make this mutual, Sheryl." Leveraging my strong physique, I gripped her slim waist and flipped her lower body toward me.
Her enticing pussy was already leaking a bit of arousal from her excitement, and her stocking-clad legs now flanked my head. I stroked her silky thighs, burying my face in her crotch and teasing her labia with my tongue.
"Mm... mm... mm... ah... mm... ah... mm..." With my cock still in her mouth, all Sheryl could do was moan, which added a unique thrill to the moment. I pressed her legs together so my face could rub against the stockings, then sped up my tongue on her pussy, gently nibbling her clit to heighten the sensation.
"Ah... mm... mm... mm... ah... mm..." As if trying to one-up me, she accelerated her sucking, her pale ass swaying and creating enticing ripples.
"Mm, Sheryl, you enchanting little vixen." I moved one hand from her stocking thigh to knead her ass, reshaping the soft flesh in my grip.
The sounds of our 69 oral play filled the master bedroom as we lost ourselves in the mutual pleasure. "Mph, Sheryl—your pussy's tightening up. You're about to cum, aren't you, my little slut?"
Suddenly, my tongue felt her walls clench hard—I knew she was on the edge. So I licked even more fiercely inside her.
"Mm... mm... mph... mph... mm... mph... mph..." The stimulation made her arch her head back, her legs clamping around my skull as her pussy convulsed, gushing a flood of arousal straight into my mouth.
"Gulp, gulp—Sheryl, your slutty pussy's juices are still so delicious." Even after her orgasm, she seemed a bit spent, but she still kept sucking my unsated cock.
While she rode out her afterglow, I used my tongue to clean her juice-soaked labia, drawing soft hums from her lips.
Once she recovered, she dove back into the blowjob with renewed vigor, her wet mouth bobbing even faster—she clearly wanted me to cum soon. I was happy to let her lead and just enjoy the ride.
I started lightly thrusting my hips, treating her mouth like a pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. The unique oral sensation, combined with her tongue's licks, offered a bliss different from her actual pussy.
"Mph, that feels so good—oh, Sheryl, you're a blowjob goddess. This mouth of yours could kill a man... oh, and that lewd little tongue is killer too."
The intense pleasure from her oral skills made me thrust more roughly, sometimes nearly deep-throating her.
"Ah, Sheryl—I'm close. Your mouth is too good... take it all!" My thick cock pumped fast in her slick mouth, her massive breasts jiggling with each thrust, her pale hands gripping my thighs for balance.
"Mm... mm... mph... mm... mph... mph... mm... mm..." The slurping sounds grew louder, the pleasure building to a peak in my mind. I pressed her head down firmly, my cock hitting her deep throat—good thing I'd trained her for it, or most women couldn't handle the impact.
"Here it comes—take my load, Sheryl. I'm filling your lewd mouth!" With that, I thrust deep, spurting thick white cum straight down her throat, the fresh seed flooding her stomach.
"Ah, that was incredible, Sheryl." My cock twitched a few more times, emptying every last drop before I finally pulled out. The sheer volume overflowed her mouth, dripping from her lips and creating a deliciously lewd sight.
"Mm... gulp, gulp... mm." She swallowed it all slowly, then thoughtfully used her mouth to clean my cock spotless.
"Alright, rest a little more—I'll take care of breakfast." My stamina let me recover quickly, so I handled the rest.
After we all enjoyed breakfast together, it was time to head to the academy. I'd arranged a job for Sheryl as a health room assistant—our home is still small, and she'd get bored alone. Charlotte went off to handle her enrollment paperwork, while I headed straight to class. I was really looking forward to interacting with Cecilia and the others.
First stop: the staff room to meet up with Chifuyu Orimura. Since it was my first day, the academy seemed a bit wary and had her assisting me. I was more than happy to have such a beauty by my side.
"Pardon the question, Miss Orimura, but do you have a boyfriend right now?" We walked side by side, though she kept a bit of distance. Still, my keen senses picked up her subtle fragrance mixed with shampoo.
"That's none of your business," she replied, shooting me a sharp glare as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Clearly, her impression of me wasn't great yet, but that was fine—time would change that. Answers like that usually mean no, and the original story backed it up.
"Then, what are your standards for an ideal partner?" She raised a slender brow. "Teacher Jian, it's work time—let's stick to relevant topics."
"I think using these little breaks to get to know my colleagues is important. It could even help with our future collaboration."
"Fair enough, but please avoid such private questions," she said, politely declining while urging me to tone it down.
"So, what do you think of me? That's not too private, is it?" I shifted cleverly. She stopped, crossing her arms—which accentuated her chest—her black-stockinged legs standing straight as her eyes appraised me up and down.
You're decent-looking with a good build, and strong from what I saw yesterday, but... "I recall you're married, Teacher Jian. Aren't you worried your wife might get jealous if you flirt like this?"
"No need to worry—my wife doesn't mind at all." My words surprised her; I seemed genuine, and recalling her reaction to yesterday's hug, she believed me a bit more.
"Even so, you're not qualified," she said, resuming her walk with those long black-stockinged legs. I hurried after, admiring her graceful figure.
"Then how can I become qualified?" My persistence seemed to annoy her, as she didn't stop this time. "Unless you can beat me—that's the basic requirement."
Though impressed by my strength yesterday, her confidence as the world's top IS pilot led her to set that bar.
"Oh, is that so?" I smiled meaningfully. She's unbeatable as the top IS pilot in this world—but that excludes me. I'm no IS pilot, after all.
"Enough of that—we're here. Today's class is in the IS training arena." A massive building loomed ahead, and we entered together.
Inside, the girls were chatting freely. What caught my eye immediately was their outfits—for IS training, they'd changed into pilot suits.
The skin-tight suits perfectly outlined their youthful figures, the glossy material shimmering under the lights. They exposed fair arms and underarms, highlighting their developing breasts so vividly that you could almost see nipple outlines.
A small skirt flap covered the crotch area, hiding the suit's outlined triangle zone in a teasing, half-concealed way that only drew more attention.
Their long legs were encased in tight, glossy thigh-highs matching the suits, begging to be caressed, with feet in sneaker-like shoes.
This erotic ensemble felt like paradise. Most wore black suits, but those with dedicated machines had custom colors—like Cecilia's blue.
"Quiet down, everyone—class is starting. This is Teacher Jian's first lesson, so pay close attention," Chifuyu announced, silencing them before turning to me.
"Yes, for our first class, let's start with some mutual understanding. Since this is IS training, a sparring match seems like the most direct way. So, who wants to go a round with me?" Proposing a spar right off the bat surprised everyone, even Chifuyu, who gave me an odd look.
The room buzzed with chatter again, and soon a pale hand rose—it was Cecilia in her blue suit.
"Teacher, I'd like to try. That alright?" Her glossed lips parted slightly, her melodic voice reaching my ears. With her arm raised, it exposed her smooth underarm, stirring an urge to lick it.
"Of course, but a plain spar might be boring. How about we add a wager to make it more interesting?" Cecilia, perhaps catching my gaze, blushed and lowered her arm, shooting me a glare.
"That's a good idea—what did you have in mind for the wager?" From the original story, she can't stand weak men. A guy like me teaching at IS Academy probably screamed "backdoor entry" to her, so her initial dislike made sense. Jumping at the chance to spar showed she wanted to test my worth personally.
"I'll use just one hand, and if you can even touch my body, I lose. As for the wager, the loser has to grant the winner one request." I raised a finger casually.
"What? Are you underestimating me? I'm the UK's candidate representative—that's way too arrogant." My terms clearly stung her pride, especially as someone who'd worked hard alone after losing her parents.
"Not at all. As your teacher, I can't bully my students too much." Her reaction was exactly what I'd expected—this would hook her in, letting me secure that request openly. Plan on track.
"Fine, since you put it that way, when you lose, you'll become my slave and kneel down to lick my feet." She was obviously pissed—pride runs deep in candidates like her, especially after her solitary struggles.
"Uh, Cecilia, now you're making me want to throw the match on purpose." Yeah, while my terms were solid, the idea of licking her feet and watching her try to hide her shyness while pushing through... just thinking about it gets me hard.
"You're a pervert, aren't you? And don't call me Cecilia so casually." She glared furiously, her face flushing red—she wasn't used to such lewd comments.
"We can discuss that later. For now, let's prep. Miss Orimura, would you mind refereeing?" I shrugged helplessly. Continuing the banter would eat up the whole class, and we'd have plenty of time for private chats later.
Chifuyu glanced at Cecilia, who looked ready to teach me a lesson right then. Any thought of talking her down vanished, and curiosity about my skills won out. "Alright, both of you get ready. We'll start in five minutes."
I warmed up casually on the sidelines, watching Cecilia fiddle with her blue earring—her IS in standby mode, probably running checks.
But I was more captivated by her graceful curves, so my gaze soon wandered to her figure. Those tight pilot suits are truly a gift.
"Time's up—are you both ready?" Chifuyu's voice came over the speakers; she must be in the control room now, with the students already seated in the stands.
Cecilia removed her earring, instantly equipping her Blue Tears IS. "Cecilia," she stated sharply, her blue eyes piercing me.
Likely some British noble combat etiquette. I replied politely, "Jian," then summoned my black greatsword with its red veins. It was plain, not flashy, and didn't look like IS gear at all—more like a regular sword. This puzzled everyone: Was it a custom design? And no IS suit on me? Even more confusing.
My sword isn't IS tech, and I don't have an IS suit. I didn't "persuade" those factions with gadgets—I rely on my own raw power over armor.
Seeing us ready, Chifuyu didn't hesitate. "Begin." Cecilia immediately flew up with Blue Tears, creating distance.
She was puzzled by my setup, but with the fight on, she focused—no time for questions. Pulling back made sense; my sword screamed melee.
She was right—I have ranged options but wanted to beat her up close, using remotes just to harass.
From the air, she fired a few test beams. The blue lasers sped toward me, but I swung my black sword, shattering them instantly—they dispersed like broken glass in mid-air.
Surprised at how easily I handled them, she quickly deployed Blue Tears' drones and missiles, prepping a full salvo.
I wasn't about to stand there and take it—I leaped high, flying straight toward her.
Seeing my charge, she unleashed everything—six beams racing at me. I accelerated, dodging them cleanly and closing in.
Shocked that I evaded her volley so easily, she started spamming beams, hoping sheer volume would land a hit.
The dense barrage forced me to use agile flight maneuvers: zigzagging far and near, exploiting tiny gaps to avoid and advance.
Her anxious expression said it all—her suit was mid-range, not great for close quarters, where she'd be at a disadvantage. So she moved fast too, directing drones to flank while firing from her suit's launchers.
This made dodging tougher—the UK candidate's skills were solid, but her combat experience was still green. Most shots were reactive chases, with too few predictive ones.
"Cecilia, have you ever considered closing in on the enemy to attack instead?" I called out while evading the beams, addressing her as she kept a steady distance.
"Are you trying to mess with my head and find an opening to get close?" She dismissed it as a tactic, refusing to bite.
"For regular opponents, your approach is fine. But against someone agile like me, you need to compress my dodging space—that's the right move. Keeping this shooting range won't work. Instead of waiting for me to close in, take the initiative and prepare on your terms."
She was wary of my intentions, but I explained sincerely—after all, I could teach her something valuable during the fight. That's part of being a teacher.
Cecilia was sharp; she wouldn't be the UK candidate otherwise. Once she got it, she started gradually closing the gap, making evasion much harder.
At an optimal distance, she held steady. It was her first time compressing an opponent's space like this, but she calculated it well, using beams to corner me with no escape.
After my guidance, I couldn't dodge as leisurely anymore—the beams locked down my options, forcing me to chop them with my sword.
Her offense was working now, and it showed in her slight smile—though she quickly pursed her lips, remembering the tip came from me, and kept attacking.
Unable to evade freely, I charged forward while slicing beams, speeding up my swings as I closed in. To the onlookers, my sword motions became a blur.
In the control room, Chifuyu watched in stunned silence: scans confirmed no IS suit on me, and my sword was no high-tech gadget.
"Orimura-senpai, is this teacher as strong as you?" The green-haired, busty assistant asked, knowing what she meant—Chifuyu could beat IS with her body alone, but seeing me do it too? She thought only her pal Tabane could pull that off.
"Well, Teacher Jian is clearly no ordinary guy. As for his full strength, I'd need to spar with him to know for sure." From the fight, my power was evident, and Chifuyu suspected a Tabane connection— a suddenly appearing body this strong screamed her involvement.
Leaving others' thoughts aside, Cecilia was feeling the pressure. I was slicing through her beams like they were nothing, closing the distance despite her evasive shots. This couldn't go on.
"If that's how it is, time for my last resort." Biting her lip, she summoned the Starlight MK3—her main weapon, a rifle over two meters long.
The barrel locked on me, with drones sealing my paths. "Charging: 3... 2... 1—complete." The electronic voice confirmed, her finger on the trigger as she predicted my trajectory. "Now!" She fired, a massive beam blasting toward me.
In an instant, the thick blue-white beam engulfed me. "Did it hit?" Though it seemed to swallow me, unease lingered—even if partially sliced, the splash should damage me enough for her win.
"But it's not that easy, is it?" Her instinct was right: the beam was cleanly split, its halves diverting upward and downward.
Since I planned to win in melee, I had no intention of a beam clash. Infusing a tiny bit of power into my sword—the red veins glowing faintly—I swung horizontally with one hand, the force brutally cleaving the beam in two.
Cecilia couldn't cancel the shot now, or I'd rush her. She cranked up the output instead, directing drones to flank and fire.
But she underestimated that small infusion: even minimal, it changed everything. The drone beams, about to hit, twisted as if hitting an invisible shield, reflecting harmlessly away.
As I closed in, slicing through the massive beam, she managed a bitter smile. "I won't give up just like that." Her blue eyes flashed with determination.
"Warning: Starlight energy depleting—switch shield power to attack?" The voice prompted. She chuckled softly. "No need." Continuing the output was pointless; better to save energy for the shield.
"Here I come." By the time she issued the command, I was right in front of her. My sword sliced through the beam and halved the cannon in one stroke. Though it pained her, there was no time for regrets—she drew her waist dagger, the Interceptor, and charged at me.
Taking the offensive? Smart move. Seeing her rush, I withdrew the power from my sword and clashed directly.
The impact created a powerful shockwave, forcing her suit back a distance. I halted the press, then unleashed a flurry of rapid strikes around her vital areas.
She was shocked that I stopped pushing—continued pressure would've drained her shield and won me the match. But the storm of attacks left no room for thought.
My strikes targeted vitals; she barely blocked a few with her dagger, the rest hitting her shield. Without it, she'd have been torn apart.
"Warning: energy critical—shield failing soon." Under my dense barrage, the energy dropped visibly. This was her first taste of such lethal, relentless assault—no real battlefield experience had prepared her.
"Clang." A crisp sound rang out—her dagger shattered. But I didn't let up; my strikes grew fiercer, forcing her suit downward.
"Warning: energy depleted—shield deactivating." The prompt echoed in her ears, but with no ammo left, what could she do?
"Are you giving up already? That's not the proud Cecilia I saw at the start." I mocked her despondent expression.
My words snapped her out of it. She recalled her solitary IS training, the pride that sustained her after losing her parents—the joy of proving herself as the UK candidate. She'd never quit; her efforts had brought her here.
"No way—I'm Cecilia, the UK's IS representative candidate." Reigniting her spirit, she ignored the failing shield. No weapons left? She still had her fists and feet—that's how she'd started. As long as she could move, she hadn't lost.
Seeing this fire in her, I smiled in satisfaction. A spirited beauty like that is far more interesting. Sure, a dazed one has tuning potential, but this was just as appealing.
She attacked with her armored hands—one blocking my swing, though the gauntlet shattered instantly. Undeterred, she swung the other.
I dodged with a simple head sway, then shattered the blocking gauntlet with my sword. I hammered her chestplate with the hilt, sending her plummeting, and grazed the blade across it—slicing it open but controlling the force to avoid harming her.
"Boom." The heavy crash echoed as her suit hit the ground. I followed, pressing my knee against her now-exposed, tight-suited soft abdomen, my sword plunged one-handed into the floor beside her head.
"I win, Cecilia." Admiring her disheveled golden hair and lovely face, savoring the feel of her belly, I declared victory. To me, the match was over—time to enjoy the moment until Chifuyu announced it.
"Mm, Teacher~" Suddenly, the prone Cecilia cooed seductively, extending her now-bare tender hand. Thinking she wanted help up, I reached for it—but instead, it dropped lightly, pounding my chest like a playful fist.
"I win, Teacher Jian," she said, winking with one eye closed, sticking out her tongue impishly, and flashing the most beautiful smile I'd seen from her yet.
Her smile stunned me for a second before it clicked: Chifuyu hadn't announced yet, and her hand had touched me. "Ahem, now for the result: the winner is Cecilia." Oh, Chifuyu—you'll be begging for mercy in bed later.
This outcome even embarrassed the usually stoic ice queen. She'd been stunned by my brutal beam-split—something even she or Tabane would struggle with. Beating an IS with raw body was possible, but not in such a violent way.
"So, you win, Cecilia." I smiled wryly. Eh, losing wasn't a big deal; the close contact would make future "exchanges" easier. I gently patted her head and stood up slowly.
But she grabbed my hand, pulling herself up with it—her arm pressing against me, letting me feel the softness of her breasts, her girlish scent mixed with post-fight sweat washing over me.
"Teacher Jian, don't forget—you owe me one request now," she reminded me in her melodic voice, hugging my arm without a hint of shyness.
"Mm, I won't. Ask for anything, anytime." Enjoying her well-developed chest against me, I replied casually. She's a good girl overall; her request probably wouldn't be anything bad—no stress there.
And from how things looked, my efforts in the battle paid off—her affection toward me had skyrocketed. Definitely not a loss.
"Hehe, as long as you remember, Teacher. I'll excuse myself for now." Her suit was tattered and battle-scarred; as a proper lady, she couldn't stay like that in public. Though she wanted to chat more, cleaning up came first.
After I nodded, she curtsied elegantly and hurried to the training arena's rest room. As for me, with some class time left, my performance had surely impressed the girls. Time to finish the lesson strong.
That evening, Cecilia—freshly cleaned—lounged on her bed, letting out a comfortable sigh. Her roommate noticed and leaned in. "Cecilia, what was it like fighting Teacher Jian? The end had my heart racing!"
"Mm, it was intense and nerve-wracking, but overall a really valuable experience," she replied, smiling as if recalling something joyful.
"Yeah, Teacher Jian seems like a solid instructor. After you left, he broke down the battle for us—short on time, but I learned a ton," her roommate said, praising the new teacher.
"You're right. He guided me right in the middle of the fight and even reminded me of some things I'd started to forget. He's a great teacher," Cecilia agreed, adding in her heart: *And a great man too.* The duel had brought back feelings she'd slowly lost since becoming the UK candidate. Now, she couldn't help wondering what Teacher Jian thought of her.