Chapter 8: Eternal Punishment

At exactly 8 p.m., the knocking on the door rang out on time.

The teacher sat on the edge of his dormitory bed, holding the bottle of holy water in his hand. The glass bottle gleamed with a faint golden light under the bedside lamp, the tiny points of light inside slowly rotating, as if waiting for something. He carefully hid the holy water under his pillow, then took a deep breath, stood up, and went to open the door.

The door opened.

Long, grey-gold hair first caught the eye, followed by her familiar tea party attire—a cream-colored midi skirt with gold buttons shimmering warmly under the corridor lights, long, slender legs encased in dark grey pantyhose, and white high heels clicking crisply on the floor. Angel wings were slightly folded behind her, and a red halo hovered above her head, radiating a soft red glow.

Nagisa Kirifuji.

Or rather, wearing black clothes made of Zhuren skin.

But today, his expression was different. The deliberately imitated gentleness and understanding had vanished, replaced by a... playful, slightly weary look. An impatient glint flashed in his blue eyes, and the smile on his lips was no longer the subtle one Nagisa wore, but a more blatant, more overt smugness.

"Good evening, teacher," he said, his voice in Nagisa's tone, but the emotion in it had completely changed. "I'm here right on time."

The teacher stepped aside to let him in, then closed the door.

The dormitory was quiet, with only the bedside lamp casting a soft glow. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the night. A faint scent of cleaning agents filled the room, along with a hint of… rose fragrance that the teacher had specially sprayed, Nagisa's favorite.

"The teacher specially prepared aromatherapy." Nagisa, dressed in black, walked to the center of the room, gently sniffed the air, then turned to look at the teacher. "Is it to help me... relax?"

The teacher didn't answer, but instead walked to the table and poured two glasses of water. He handed one to the man in black and took the other for himself.

"Let's talk about it first," the teacher said calmly, "about your proposal."

The man in black took the glass of water, but didn't drink from it; he simply held it in his hand, playing with it. His fingers gently traced the rim of the glass, his movements elegant and composed.

"Has the teacher come to a change of heart?" he asked, his smile widening. "Is he willing to join me?"

The teacher nodded and sat down on the chair beside the bed. He deliberately made himself look tired and helpless, as if he had truly given up resisting.

“I’ve thought about it for a long time,” the teacher said, her voice slightly hoarse. “You’re right. Kivotos needs to change, those outdated rules need to be broken. And… I’m really tired. Every day I have to play the perfect teacher, every day I have to deal with all sorts of problems, every day I have to worry about this and that…”

He raised his head, looked at the man in black, and deliberately revealed a look of compromise in his eyes.

"Perhaps you are right. Perhaps... indulging in desires and enjoying the present moment is a more authentic way of life."

The man in black laughed, a laugh filled with smugness and satisfaction. He walked up to the teacher, looking down at him, his water glass swaying gently in his hand, the water inside rippling slightly.

“The teacher finally understands,” he said, his voice tinged with the arrogance of a victor. “Those hypocritical morals, those pointless responsibilities, are just constraints. True freedom is doing whatever you want, pursuing happiness, and… satisfying all your desires.”

He placed the water glass on the table and then began to take off his clothes.

The movements were slow and unhurried, as if performing some kind of ritual. First, the gold buttons on her chest were removed, one, two, three… Each button made a soft click as it was unbuttoned. The cream-colored dress gradually opened, revealing a white bra underneath, and the outline of her full breasts beneath.

“You know what, teacher,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt, his voice tinged with weariness, “I’m actually getting a little tired of it too. Playing Nagisa, playing Mika, playing these innocent young ladies… it was fun at first, but after a while, it got a bit boring.”

The fourth button is undone, the fifth...

"They are too naive and too predictable. Nagisa is always so gentle and restrained; Mika is always so cheerful and straightforward. Playing them is like acting in a play with a pre-written script, without any surprises."

The skirt was completely unbuttoned, and with a gentle pull, it slid off his shoulders and piled up at his feet. Now, he was only wearing a white bra, dark gray pantyhose, and white high heels.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating him and outlining his graceful silhouette. His dark gray pantyhose shimmered subtly in the moonlight, the fabric at his thighs reflecting light slightly due to its tightness, revealing glimpses of his skin beneath. White high heels made his legs appear even longer, the insteps of his feet rising slightly beneath the stockings, forming an elegant curve.

His hand went behind his back and unhooked the bra.

His bra slipped down, exposing his full breasts to the air. The shape of his breasts was perfect; his fair skin was almost translucent in the moonlight, and his pink nipples stood erect, becoming more pronounced with excitement. He deliberately thrust his chest forward, making his breasts stand out even more, the nipples trembling gently in the air.

“So I thought,” he continued, his fingers tracing his breasts and kneading the soft mound, “this is the last time. The last time to play Nagisa, the last time… to serve the teacher with her body.”

His fingers pinched the nipple and gently pulled it, making the pink protrusion even more red and swollen. His other hand slid between her legs and, through her dark gray pantyhose, gently pressed the moist area.

“Then, I’ll try something new,” he said, a twisted smile spreading across his face. “Maybe… I’ll wear several human skins at the same time, or… I’ll let the teacher guess who I am today. That should be more interesting, right?”

The teacher looked at him, a surge of disgust rising within him, but his face remained calm. He needed to wait, to wait for the most opportune moment.

The man in black took a step forward, then another, until he stood before the teacher. The two were very close, close enough for the teacher to smell his fragrance—the scent of roses mixed with a faint aroma of tea, and that indescribable musk that belonged to the man in black.

“But tonight,” he said softly, his fingers tracing lightly across his teacher’s cheek, “let’s enjoy this moment. As a teacher joining me… as a reward.”

He knelt down.

His knees, clad in dark gray pantyhose, creaked softly on the floor. He looked up at his teacher, his blue eyes gleaming with seductive allure. Then, he reached out, unbuckled the teacher's belt, pulled down the zipper, and released his semi-erect penis from his underwear.

The penis trembled slightly in the air, and a clear liquid seeped from the tip of the glans, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

The man in black laughed, a laugh both beautiful and terrifying. He opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and first gently licked the tip of the glans, collecting the oozing fluid. His tongue swirled around the urethral opening, bringing waves of electric-like pleasure. Then, he took the entire glans into his mouth.

His warm, moist mouth enveloped the glans, his tongue nimbly entwining the shaft. He slowly penetrated deeper, swallowing the entire penis deep into his throat. Deep throat, again and again, each time almost pushing the glans to the very back of his throat. Saliva mixed with pre-ejaculate, producing lewd, wet sounds.

The teacher placed his hand on his head, his fingers running through his long, grey-gold hair. He could feel the rhythm of his head moving up and down, the contraction of his throat muscles, and the slight feeling of suffocation with each deep throat.

The man in black moved his head faster and faster, his deep throat becoming increasingly frequent. Meanwhile, his hands weren't idle either; one hand kneaded his own breasts, while the other reached between his legs, masturbating through his pantyhose. His fingers found the wet entrance, rubbing rapidly against the fabric.

"Mmm...mmm..." he groaned, but his voice was muffled because of the penis in his mouth.

The sound of water coming from her lower body, mixed with the sounds of oral sex, echoed in the quiet room. The crotch of her dark gray pantyhose gradually became wet, the color darkening, and the spread of water stains was clearly visible.

The teacher could feel the climax approaching. He pressed down on the man in black's head and thrust deeply inside. He ejaculated.

The scalding semen shot directly into the depths of his throat. The man in black didn't flinch; instead, he swallowed even harder, his throat muscles contracting violently to **** down every drop. The ejaculation lasted several seconds, and only after the last spurt of semen was expelled did he slowly raise his head.

As the penis slid out of his mouth, it brought with it a mixture of saliva and semen, forming silvery threads that clung to the corners of his mouth. A few stray pubic hairs clung to his cheeks and the corners of his mouth—these were pubic hairs that had fallen from the base of the teacher's penis during the oral sex, sticking to his face with the vigorous movements.

He laughed, stuck out his tongue, and licked away the semen and pubic hair from the corner of his mouth. Then, he stood up, but his legs were weak, and he had to hold onto the edge of the bed to keep his balance.

"The teacher's scent... is still so strong," he said, his voice slightly hoarse from the deep throat. He turned around, his back to the teacher, his hands on the edge of the bed, his buttocks raised high.

The dark gray pantyhose encased her rounded, full buttocks, which gleamed alluringly in the moonlight. The crotch of the pantyhose was completely soaked, with a large tear revealing the pinkish slit inside, which was now slightly open, oozing a clear liquid.

“Teacher,” he glanced back, his eyes filled with lust, “come from behind. One last time… with Nagisa’s body.”

The teacher stepped forward, without any foreplay, and directly aimed his still semi-erect penis, which had just ejaculated, at the wet entrance and thrust it in hard.

"Ah—!" The man in black screamed, his body trembling violently.

The penis stretched open the tight passage, reaching all the way to the deepest point. The teacher could feel every fold of the inner wall, the contraction of the muscles, and the warm embrace.

Then, he began to thrust.

Each thrust was delivered with all his might, each impact nearly slamming the man in black onto the bed. The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room, mingling with the creaking of the bed frame and the increasingly loud moans from the man in black.

"Ah... Teacher... so deep... it's hitting the spot... ah..." he groaned intermittently, his hands gripping the sheets tightly, his knuckles white from the ****. "Harder... like this... one last time... fuck me harder..."

The teacher didn't answer, but his movements became even more violent. His hands gripped the black-clad man's buttocks tightly, leaving deep finger marks on his pale skin. Each thrust was filled with anger, the tension of a plan about to succeed, guilt towards Nagisa, and a complex mix of emotions about everything.

The thrusting became faster and more forceful. The penis moved wildly in and out of the wet passage, drawing out more and more fluid. The fluid splattered onto the black-clad man's thighs, onto the sheets, and onto the floor. The dark gray pantyhose were completely soaked and torn, barely covering his body. The tear revealed a pinkish slit inside, which opened and closed with each thrust, continuously gushing out a mixture of bodily fluids and pre-ejaculate.

The groans from the man in black grew louder and more out of control. His body swayed violently with each impact, his chest tracing alluring arcs in the air, his nipples hardening with excitement, glistening slightly in the moonlight. His long, grey-gold hair was disheveled and spread across his back, a few strands clinging to his sweaty cheeks.

“Teacher…I’m…I’m going to…ah…” he screamed, his body tensing and his back arching, “With the teacher…ah…”

At that very moment, the teacher also reached his limit.

He thrust deeply, burying his penis completely into the repeatedly ravaged passage, and then ejaculated.

Hot semen filled my body, permeating every corner. Ejaculation lasted several seconds, each pulse clearly felt. The semen spread throughout my body, bringing a burning, full sensation.

The black-clad man's climax erupted. His body trembled violently, his internal muscles spasmed, and more fluid gushed out, mixing with the teacher's semen, seeping from their point of contact, running down his thighs, and dripping onto the sheets, forming a large, dark stain.

The climax lasted for about ten seconds, then slowly subsided.

Both were panting, their bodies soaked with sweat. The room was filled with the pungent smell of sex—the fishy smell of semen, the musky smell of bodily fluids, the salty smell of sweat, and that indescribable musky scent that belonged to the man in black clothes.

The teacher withdrew, his penis pulling out with it, bringing with it a large amount of cloudy white fluid that splashed onto the buttocks and thighs of the man in black. The man in black collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, his body still trembling slightly.

Right now.

The teacher quickly took the bottle of holy water from under the pillow and uncorked it. He climbed onto the bed, straddled the man in black, and grabbed his chin with one hand, forcing him to open his mouth.

"Drink it," the teacher said, her voice icy.

The man in black suddenly opened his eyes, a flicker of terror crossing his blue pupils. He tried to struggle, but his body, limp from the afterglow of his orgasm, was almost immobile. He tried to shut his mouth, but the teacher's fingers gripped his chin tightly, preventing him from closing it.

Golden holy water was poured into his mouth.

The specks of light shimmered strangely in the darkness as the liquid flowed down his throat. The man in black tried to vomit, but the teacher covered his mouth, forcing him to swallow.

One, two, three...

The entire bottle of holy water was poured down.

The teacher released his grip, took a few steps back, and looked at him warily.

The man in black lay on the bed, coughing violently, trying to vomit up the holy water, but it was too late. The liquid had already entered his body, and the points of light had begun to take effect.

Golden light emanated from his body, seeping through his skin, muscles, and bones. The light grew brighter and more intense, almost illuminating the entire room. The black-clad body began to change—not reverting to its original form, but rather… undergoing some deeper transformation.

The light lasted for about a minute, then slowly faded.

The room returned to darkness, with only the bedside lamp casting a soft glow.

The man in black slowly sat up. He looked down at himself—he still looked like Nagisa: long, grey-gold hair, blue eyes, fair skin, full breasts, and long legs. Everything looked exactly the same as before.

But the teacher noticed some subtle changes.

The indescribable musky scent that belonged to the black-clad man disappeared, replaced by the pure fragrance of roses and tea that belonged to Nagisa. The malice and mockery in his eyes also vanished, replaced by...confusion, a sense of bewilderment.

The man in black—or rather, what should he be called now?—raised his hand and touched his face. His movement was gentle and natural, entirely a habitual action of Nagisa's.

Then, he tried to touch the zipper on his back.

The zipper that allowed him to take off this human skin.

His hands groped behind his back, from his neck down to his tailbone. Once, twice, three times…

The zipper is missing.

It wasn't hidden, it wasn't stitched up, it was... completely vanished. The human skin had merged perfectly with his body, without any gaps or seams. This human skin had now become his true skin.

His expression changed.

From confusion came terror, and from terror came anger. He abruptly raised his head, looking at the teacher, his blue eyes burning with rage.

"What...what did you do to me?!" he screamed, but the voice that came out...was Nagisa's voice. Not an imitation, not an act, but the real voice and tone that belonged to Nagisa.

The teacher was stunned. This wasn't the effect he had expected. The holy water was supposed to separate the black-clad figure from Nagisa's skin, restoring Nagisa to her original state. Not... to permanently fuse the skin with the black-clad figure.

"I..." the teacher began, but didn't know how to explain.

"You made me... forever like this?!" The man in black—who should perhaps now be called "Nagisa"—continued to scream, his voice filled with despair and rage. "Forever becoming Kirito Nagisa?! Forever having to live with this face, this body, this identity?!"

He stood up, wanting to rush towards the teacher, but his legs gave way and he slumped back onto the bed. The weakness after the climax, combined with the effects of the holy water, made his body almost uncontrollable.

"I'm going to kill you..." he gasped, but the threat he uttered was delivered in Nagisa's gentle and elegant tone, making it all the more eerie. "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because the teacher moved.

She stepped forward, grabbed his hair, and forcefully pushed him onto the bed. The action was rough and devoid of any gentleness.

"Shut up," the teacher said, her voice chillingly cold. "You have no right to threaten me now."

"Nagisa"—in black—tried to struggle, but the teacher's strength was too great. Moreover, he was using Nagisa's body now, and Nagisa's strength made it impossible for him to break free.

The teacher ripped off the last piece of clothing he was wearing—a pair of tattered dark gray pantyhose. The fabric tore completely apart, revealing his naked body underneath. His fair skin was covered with red finger marks and hickeys, and his buttocks and thighs were stained with a mixture of dried semen and bodily fluids. The cleft between his legs was swollen and red, still slightly oozing a liquid mixed with semen.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of post-coital sex—the stench of semen, the musky odor of bodily fluids, the saltiness of sweat, and a faint, lingering fragrance of… holy water. These odors blended together to create a nauseating, profane atmosphere.

The sheets were completely soaked, dark stains spreading out, a mixture of semen, bodily fluids, sweat, and holy water residue. The once clean white sheets had now become a filthy canvas, a record of all the obscene acts.

The teacher turned "Zhu" over, making him lie face down on the bed with his buttocks raised high. The entrance that had just been repeatedly violated was now slightly open, the swollen, red flesh walls faintly visible, and white semen was still slowly seeping out.

Without any foreplay or lubrication, the teacher directly aimed his already erect penis at the wet, dirty entrance and thrust it in hard.

“Ah—!” “Nagisa” let out a shrill scream, her body trembling violently.

But this time, the teacher showed no mercy, no hesitation. He grabbed Nagisa's buttocks and began to thrust wildly. Each thrust was with all his might, each impact almost pushing Nagisa deep into the mattress. The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room, mixed with Nagisa's increasingly pitiful moans.

"Ah...no...teacher...no..." Nagisa cried, pleading, but the voice was entirely Nagisa's tone, Nagisa's way of expressing emotions, "It hurts...it's so deep...no more...please..."

But the teacher didn't stop. His movements became more violent and brutal. His penis thrust wildly in and out of the already ravaged and swollen passage, bringing out more semen and bodily fluids, which splattered on "Nagisa's" buttocks, on the sheets, and on both of them.

“This is what you deserve,” the teacher said breathlessly, her hands gripping Nagisa’s buttocks tightly, her nails almost digging into her pale skin. “Everything you’ve done for me… for Nagisa, for Mika, for everyone you’ve hurt…”

Nagisa's cries grew weaker, her body swaying limply from the impact. Her long, grey-gold hair was disheveled and spread across her back, soaked with sweat and clinging to her skin. Her fair skin was covered with red finger marks and bruises, her chest rubbing against the mattress, her nipples red and swollen from pain and irritation.

The stench in the room grew stronger and more nauseating. The fishy smell of semen, the pungent odor of bodily fluids, the salty smell of sweat, and the salty smell of the tears that "Nagisa" shed when she cried—all these odors mixed together to create a thoroughly profane and filthy atmosphere.

The stain on the sheets grew larger and darker. Semen, bodily fluids, sweat, tears, and even a trace of blood—all these liquids mixed together, forming an obscene and nauseating pattern on the white sheets.

The teacher finally reached his limit.

He thrust deeply, burying his penis completely into the thoroughly ravaged passage, and then ejaculated. This ejaculation was exceptionally violent; scalding semen filled every corner of her body, even overflowing from the point of union, running down Nagisa's thighs and dripping onto the already filthy sheets.

After ejaculation, the teacher withdrew, and as his penis was pulled out of her body, it brought with it a large amount of liquid mixed with semen, bodily fluids, and a trace of blood, which splashed onto "Nagisa's" buttocks and thighs.

"Zhu" lay limp on the bed, motionless, only his faint breathing indicating he was still alive. His body was covered with various marks—red finger marks, bruises, hickeys, stains of semen, traces of bodily fluids. His once clean and beautiful body had now become an object utterly defiled and desecrated.