They spent the whole evening like animals in heat, as expected, with very short breaks and very pleasurable sessions for both.
They fucked almost until fainting, stopping only when neither could take any more—they had to sleep for the next day of classes…
"You came fifteen times in my pussy, Takashi." Kyoko watched as the sperm Komuro had given her still flowed from her pussy.
Takashi slept beside her after she'd given him one of his shirts to rest in, Hayashi.
"I'll definitely end up pregnant tonight—after all, it's my special day of the month, and I ran out of contraceptives," she said to a sleeping Takashi, who was on her left in the boy's bed.
"Your general expects many soldiers from you, Takashi."
If you're asking when this happened—it was prior to the morning when Takashi would have that prophetic dream where he'd see that priestess for the first time; he only sees her when he sleeps.
Yuriko was the first to announce she was expecting a baby from Takashi; now Kyoko followed, who would give him similar news in the not-too-distant future.
A week later.
When it was once again the day Hayashi would meet with Komuro, the teacher was gathering her materials at her space in the teachers' lounge, ready to start a new day of classes.
Not before receiving a message from her young boyfriend telling her he was eager to see her in the classroom.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you too~" she said as she typed the text message.
"Who are you looking forward to seeing, Hayashi-san?" Rossweisse asked the happily content mature woman.
"It's the day of the week when my boyfriend and I get together after classes," she said, omitting details but not omitting how happy the redheaded teacher was.
"Boyfriend?" Rossweisse said, shocked—a teacher around 27 years old who didn't have a boyfriend, while a teacher only three years older than her did have a partner.
"I... I was told you were single."
"You should focus on class, Ross-sensei. And stop prying into others' relationships," the second new teacher, the silver-haired one, calmly reprimanded her.
"Why do you say that?! Kirisu-sensei is also single, and we're the same age!" The European teacher felt slighted by loneliness.
"Calm down, calm down. You're still young. The ideal man you're waiting for may be closer than ever," Fujimi's science teacher reassured them. "Come on, it's already time to start classes."
Then, at the same moment Mafuyu was gathering her belongings, she found a letter someone had left in her place the next day—a letter that caught her attention.
"Are you coming, Kirisu-sensei?" Kyoko asked, noticing the pink-haired teacher had stayed in her place.
"I'll be there in a moment," she said without more. Her fellow teachers went ahead.
Alone, Mafuyu opened the letter, and what was written left her red while she sat in her chair. It was a love letter.
"Who—who was the little bold one who dares to play with something like this..." Despite her blush, she was more angry than flattered by what was written on that piece of paper.
"Who... Komuro Takashi. Shameless."
It was the name that was signed.
However, outside the teachers' lounge, behind the door, was Imamura himself, listening to what Kirisu was saying after finding the letter he'd left.
"It worked! I told you, Takashi—that I'd make sure you got back on the right side, my friend," he said in a low voice, then ran off to the classroom before they discovered him.
"Don't thank me yet."
There exist good friends like Imamura who would make Komuro's harem—which he didn't know about—even bigger.
However, everyone should know that a friend is just an enemy who hasn't attacked you yet. If you want a true best friend, adopt a pet.
…
'Classes are boring as always—sometimes because the teacher assigned to us has no passion for teaching, or they talk about a subject we already know too well. Or it's something we believe won't be of any use to us. As if taking the square root of B squared would be useful when someone puts a gun in our face on the street.'
"Komuro-san, are you paying attention in class?" asked one of the new teachers teaching in Takashi's classroom.
"Yes, Kirisu-sensei." The dark-haired boy with long locks covering his face looked at his angry teacher standing before him, since he had spent her class staring out the window.
However, Takagi—who was already his recent fiancée—just sighed with a slight laugh upon seeing how her fiancé was once again being reprimanded by the teachers.
Rei, for her part, watched as the fool she loved was once again the target of one of her teachers' attempts at humiliation.
"Yes, is that so? Then tell me what I was just talking about in class," demanded the pink-haired teacher.
"Well, you were talking about the Industrial Revolution and how it affected the modern world—ours. About..."
Takashi began giving details of every part of the history lesson Kirisu Mafuyu was teaching, which drew a drop of sweat from the pink-haired instructor, since he explained an exact replica of the historical details. Because learning history isn't just learning dates and knowing what's celebrated, but knowing what happened, why it happened, and what came after as a result.
Apparently, the boy labeled as a slacker at Fujimi was more attentive than they thought.
This drew a smile from Takagi.
"That's what you've told us so far, Sensei," Takashi said, showing respect for the teacher's instruction.
More than silencing the teacher, he left her provoked—provoked enough to want to hit him. But since that's illegal for a teacher, she used another technique instead.
"I want to see you after class, Komuro-san," Kirisu declared, turning her back on the boy to continue her class. Meanwhile, his two girls in the classroom watched with amusement as Takashi controlled his own problem.
"Kirisu-sensei is a new teacher, and you already made her your enemy, Takashi," Rei said.
It was lunchtime, and she had won Takashi first to be alone with him on the rooftop, as was customary.
"It's not my intention, though I wasn't planning on getting close to Kirisu-sensei." Takashi no longer sought them out—now they sought him.
"I still remember when you put Shido in his place in class when he tried to do the same to you that last time." Rei leaned against his shoulder.
It was before he started having his harem and before he started hunting the mature women of his harem. When he was in the same second-year classroom as Rei, after that man had made her fail. Shido tried to do to Takashi what he did to other students—humiliate them in class.
"It's still raining," Komuro said to himself, ignoring the controlling teacher in front of his seat.
"Mr. Komuro, are you paying attention to the class?" Shido tried to make him look bad.
"What?" Komuro asked when he was looking out the window.
"Do you think my class isn't important, by any chance?" This man spoke like a snake.
"Why do you think I believe your class is important?" Komuro shot back.
"Don't you care about being a productive member of society someday?" Shido asked, trying to achieve his goal.
"If you were trying to change the world, you wouldn't be sitting in this class, Shido-sensei—much less in this school. Of course I care about my future, and to reach that future, what worries me right now is not getting sick because the bad weather won't let up and I didn't bring my umbrella. I don't think figuring out the cosine of 55x squared will save me from a cold," he responded, venting anger he'd been carrying that day with Shido—the breakup with Fubuki.
"But if you want me to give your class the slightest attention, I'll give you my slightest attention."
A response that left more than one person stunned. No one had dared respond to Shido in such a manner and lived to tell about it—only he did it in front of an entire class, leaving Rei with a laugh in her mouth when she better appreciated Shido's furious expression afterward. There were consequences for Takashi that day; he paid them gladly.
After recounting what happened that day, Miyamoto did nothing but laugh upon remembering that beautiful moment Takashi gave her against Shido.
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