1.
After leaving the cafe, I got back into the teacher's car.
To be honest, I'm so nervous I feel like I'm going to lose it.
No, calm down. Your opponent is Professor Hiratsuka, you know? If you organize your thoughts properly, there should be plenty of reasons to stay calm.
① First, what does the teacher look like?
→A glamorous beauty.
...Yes, this is bad.
② What is the teacher's personality like?
→They are caring and see people deeply and honestly.
...Yes, it's even worse.
③ What's annoying about teachers? What's annoying about them?
→Is it because his hobbies are boyish? But I can generally understand them, and in fact, I find them quite easy to get along with...
→Perhaps he seems a bit too possessive when it comes to relationships? But then again, you can't really know how it will turn out unless you actually date him... I might actually find that possessiveness appealing.
◎Conclusion: To me, the teacher is one of the most wonderful women.
Oh no. This is bad. I messed up when I tried to organize it.
Wait, wait, wait, me, calm down. There's a possibility that the teacher is playing with me... Ms. Hiratsuka? Would she do something like that?
...Oh no... I'm running out of escape routes...
As I was gritting my head in frustration, the teacher spoke to me while driving.
"Hikigaya, what's wrong?"
"Oh, no, it's nothing..."
Yes, my eyes were drawn to her cleavage again. I'm about 150 times more conscious of it than the first time I rode the bike, so it's even worse. I can't help but stare at her chest.
As I kept glancing at the teacher's cleavage, she chuckled.
"Hehe, I feel like I'm being watched in a specific spot today... but maybe it's just my imagination?"
"...sorry"
They found out. I want to die.
As I covered my face with my hands, the car stopped at a traffic light.
"How far is it to the teacher's house...?!"
It cut off at an odd point. The question form is unnatural.
During the brief moment we were stopped at the traffic light, the teacher reached her left hand down to my thigh and gently stroked it with her slender fingers. She focused on my inner thighs, and before I knew it, the front of my jeans was bulging. When I looked at her face, she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, narrowed her eyes just a little, and gave me a seductive smile. It was so alluring that I swallowed hard.
"Wait, Sensei...?!"
Just as I finally managed to speak up, the teacher suddenly let go of my hand. The traffic light had turned green.
"..."
Being touched only halfway through leaves me feeling intensely frustrated.
"Regarding the question from earlier..."
The teacher slowly began to speak. His expression had returned to its usual dignified one.
"It's a bit far from here, it takes about 40 minutes. Sorry it's taking so long."
"No, that's not true..."
As I was hesitating about what to say to comfort them, the car stopped at a red light again.
And as the teacher's left hand reached for my inner thigh again, he turned to me and muttered,
"...I hope there are lots of traffic lights. Or would you have preferred to get home quickly?"
He said with a sinister, sly smile.
For the next ten minutes or so, I was honestly very anxious.
Whenever we stop at a traffic light, the teacher's left hand inevitably touches my inner thigh. And it happens every single time.
Moreover, his hand continued to move further and further down to my groin, and it seemed as if it was about to touch my erection through the fabric of my jeans.
The contact time varies depending on the signal duration. It can range from several tens of seconds to just a few seconds.
I was so overwhelmed with nervousness, anticipation, and excitement that I could see the changing scenery outside, but it didn't register in my mind at all.
Then, about 15 minutes after we set off, the car stopped at a red light, and the teacher's hand gripped both my penis and my balls tightly at the same time.
"Ah!?"
A pathetic groan escaped my lips. I hunched over, trembling uncontrollably. The teacher's grip was just the right amount of pressure, causing my already engorged penis to become even more wildly erect.
"Wow... That's incredible, your thing is so ferocious..."
The teacher spoke in a cheerful tone, never taking his eyes off the road ahead.
As we talked, her hands were squeezed tightly in a rhythmic motion, and each time, my body trembled uncontrollably.
I didn't touch her directly. And I certainly didn't see the teacher naked.
And yet, this feeling of pleasure.
I felt like I was going crazy.
I was struggling to figure out how to respond,
"Oh, it's almost time."
The teacher saw the traffic light and let go of my hand as if nothing had happened.
I stared at the teacher with vacant eyes, breathing heavily.
...Huh? Am I not being trained? Huh?
How is the teacher so efficient...?
From that point on, the teacher's pranks became even more intense, and it was hard to tell whether it was heaven or hell.
Sometimes she would firmly grip just the shaft and stroke it, other times she would just squeeze the testicles, and occasionally she would scratch the tip of the glans with her fingernail.
Each time, I didn't know what to do, so after a while, I would weakly grip the teacher's left arm with both hands and close my eyes. I think the teacher would say, "Hehe... you're cute," every time he saw my reaction, but it was too embarrassing so I pretended not to hear it. I already said it though.
"Hikigaya, unzip your fly."
The moment I realized we would be stopping at the next traffic light, the teacher suddenly gave an instruction.
I unzipped my fly, wondering why I was doing this here. I've been completely trained...
...Oh no, it's really hard to take off.
It was as if the teacher had calculated how long it would take me to fumble, because just as I unzipped my pants and my bulging penis slid out from between the zipper, the car stopped at a red light.
"Okay, that's good. Now then..."
When the teacher said that, she turned to me, and with a pained expression on her face, she grabbed my penis through my pants.
"Nghh!?"
The pleasure, which had been heightened a notch from the previous stimulation, sent a jolt of electricity through my brain.
The teacher gripped the shaft tightly and began stroking it upwards, moving his fingers in a wave-like motion.
Because there was only a thin layer of underwear separating us, I could feel the teacher's hand more clearly than before, and each time his hand moved towards the head of my penis, I lifted my hips and thrust my penis forward.
Just as the sense of anticipation reached its peak, the teacher said
"The traffic light is about to change..."
He said this in a calm tone, and once again, as if nothing had happened, he let go of the handlebars and resumed driving.
"I'll probably have to stop at traffic lights two or three more times on my way home..."
When the teacher muttered softly, I couldn't help but stare at his luscious lips.
I glance at the city scenery for just a moment. Everyone, I'm currently being toyed with by my school teacher...
2.
We finally arrived at the parking lot of the teacher's apartment building.
He continued to rub me through my pants after that, but he made me zip up my pants properly every time the traffic light turned red, because it would be no joke if I got into an accident. Well, accidents are certainly scary...
I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned back in my seat, breathing heavily, when the teacher looked at me and chuckled.
"We finally made it, but... there are hardly any residents using this parking lot at this time of day. ...So, what should we do?"
What a mean question. I mean, it's like something out of an erotic manga, with a beautiful, sexy older woman teasing me. In short, I'm just incredibly excited right now!
"What do you mean, what should I do...? What options are there?"
I tried to act calm, but I was struggling just to keep my voice from cracking. Actually, it did crack a little.
"Well... for example."
Suddenly, the teacher's hand reached out towards me and cupped my cheek. Then, before my eyes, her face drew closer, and her eyes were right in front of mine. The faint, sweet scent emanating from her made my heart rate jump uncontrollably.
Hmm? A kiss? A kiss here? No! I'll be conquered!
I closed my eyes with an expression like "><" and the teacher slapped my cheek. Huh? What about the kiss?
"...Just kidding. Come on, let's go."
He grinned, showing his teeth. His expression was strangely refreshing. Of course, it must be a joke!
...Whaaaaat?! Are you kidding me?!
I unintentionally made an annoying, Zaimokuza-esque retort. It's this annoying even just doing it in my head. The depth of Zaimokuza's annoyingness when he actually does it to other people is a bottomless swamp. It's Lake Tazawa. This was a lake.
...But seriously, what's with this teasing? Is the teacher a demon? Or a sleep demon? That was quite a shock back then...
I mean, is this supposed to be a tease? Or is this the end of the game, with no further developments? What is this? What is this?!
I stared at the teacher walking ahead, my mind filled with stupid questions.
He's humming... He must be in a good mood. ...It's an anime song.
But seriously, the teacher's butt is just too perfect... After a while, I couldn't stop looking at the teacher's butt. To be able to captivate the attention of high school boys, or DKs for short... well done, teacher.
Just before entering the apartment building and getting on the elevator, I lightly rubbed my crotch, which was still swollen.
To be continued.