Hyouka Fuwa.

“Oh, hello there, Mr. Okuma,” Hyouka Fuwa greeted in her usual monotone as she sat facing the door at slate top science desk. She had her laptop open in front of her, and Tanukichi could see that the bags under her eyes were visibly lighter, even if she did still seem tired. “I was just going over the footage of the reproductive demonstration you provided earlier, and I must say that it’s proving to be more informative than I ever could have imagined.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s great, but you see-“ Tanukichi began to say right before he was interrupted by Anna’s voice once again.

“Oh, Tanukichi! Have you found a good spot for us to make babies yet?” Anna called. “Well, you don’t have to be picky! I promise I’ll do it with you anywhere~”

“Fuck!” Tanukcihi cursed under his breath and, without thinking, ducked underneath the Hyouka’s desk to hide. Unfortunately for him, there proved to be a lot less room under there than he first thought, and he wound up with his face pressed hard against Hyouka’s groin in an attempt to fit himself completely underneath the desk.

“Huh… so this is what it’s like…” Tanukichi thought to himself as he was **** to inhale the smell of Hyouka’s crotch.

“Oh! Greetings, Ms. Fuwa!” Anna said with a smile as she entered the classroom, though it was obvious by her tone of voice that her patience was running thin. “How are you doing this fine day?”

“I’m doing well, thank you for asking,” Hyouka replied, apparently not minding at all that she had a boy’s face pressed hard against her pussy through her skirt. “Was there something you wanted me to help you with?”

“Yes, in fact, there was,” Anna replied quickly. “Tell me, have you happened to see Tanukichi come by here? Or perhaps smelled him, or heard him, or tasted him anywhere nearby?”

“Tanukichi? You mean Mr. Okuma?” Hyouka placed a hand to her chin. “I’m… not entirely sure how to answer that question.”

“What!?” Tanukichi thought to himself in a panic. “Can’t you tell that I’m hiding from her!?”

“Really? You don’t know how to answer?” Anna asked. “Don’t worry, every little bit of information you could give me would be very helpful. If you could think of anything at all that would help me find him, I would be eternally grateful.”

“Hmm… let me think…” Hyouka replied, closing her eyes.

“Dammit! If she sells me out now, I’ll be doomed! But I can’t ask her not to tell Anna, because then Anna will hear me! What do I do!?” As Tanukichi silently panicked against the green-haired girl’s groin, he suddenly felt something press against his face through Hyouka’s skirt. “Huh? What’s this?” Tanukichi pressed his face against it again and realized that he could feel Hyouka’s clitoris through her clothes. “Wait a moment… that’s it!”

Thinking quickly, Tanukichi gripped Hyouka’s blue skirt and pulled it down far enough to reveal her snatch, which was just as bare and pantyless as Tanukichi remembered it. He then leaned forward, pressed his mouth against her exposed pussy, and began to write kanji with his tongue.

“Please do not tell the president where I am,” Tanukichi wrote on the girl’s sensitive labia and clit. “I can’t let her find me right now. I will do anything if you keep me hidden.”

“Ooooh…” Hyouka shivered slightly in her chair as alien sensations of pleasure entered her body.

“Hmm? Is something wrong Ms. Fuwa?” Anna asked curiously at the sight.

“No, I’m just a little cold is all,” Hyouka replied, straightening herself in her seat. “I’m afraid that I haven’t seen any sign of Mr. Okuma since he finished his baby-making demonstration earlier, however.”

“Ah… that’s such a shame,” Anna replied, her smile still on her face but her hands clenching hard enough to bend steel. “Please let me know as soon as you do see him though, okay?”

“Of course, Madame President.” Hyouka bowed respectfully to Anna as the silver-haired girl left the room to hunt Tanukichi elsewhere, closing the door to the science classroom on her way out.

“Phew… that was a close one.” Tanukichi wiped Hyouka’s arousal off his chin and stood up from underneath her desk. “Thank you, Ms. Fuwa; you’re a lifesaver.”

“Lifesaver? Do you mean to tell me that Ms. Nishikinomiya was planning on ending your life?” Hyouka asked curiously.

“What? No, not literally,” Tanukichi replied. “It’s just that, Anna… she’s not thinking straight right now. She wants to… ‘do’ something with me, but I can’t let her do it! At least… not yet!”

“Really? Would this ‘thing’ that Anna wants to do with you have anything to do with human reproduction?” Hyouka asked, glancing over at the trial of arousal Anna left on the floor as she left. “Because, if so, I believe that you are obligated to do it with her whether you want to or not.”

“Y-yes, well, uh, the situation’s a bit… more complicated than that,” Tanukichi replied.

“Well, you are the morality expert of this school, so I will defer to your judgment,” Hyouka replied. “However, I believe that you promised to do whatever I wished in exchange for keeping you hidden, and I would like to call in that favor before you go.”

“Y-yeah, I guess I did promise that,” Tanukichi replied. “What do you need?”

“Nothing much – I’d just like to take a few measurements and ask a few questions.” Hyouka took some measuring tape and began to measure various parts of Tanukichi’s body. “Firstly, you mentioned that it takes nine months for a baby to ‘pop out’ of a girl. Do the babies come out of a woman’s flower, or do they leave via another orifice?”

“Uh, they usually come out of the ‘flower’ but sometimes doctors have to cut a girl open to get a baby out,” Tanukichi replied. “That’s called a ‘C-section’.”

“Fascinating,” Hyouka said as she measured Tanukichi’s arm. “Now, tell me, how old do a man and a woman have to be before they can start making babies?”

“Well, technically they can start as soon as puberty hits, when the boy starts making sperm and the girl starts having periods,” Tanukichi explained. “B-but they need to wait until they’re both at least 18, or else it is very immoral.”

“Sperm? That’s another name for a man’s seed, yes?” Hyouka asked. “Tell me, where in the body is this substance stored?”

“It’s stored in the sack-thing that’s underneath my cucumber,” Tanukichi replied. “That’s known as the ‘balls’ or ‘testicles’, and they’re vital to being a man.”

“Hmm? You mean this thing?” Hyouka casually pulled down Tanukichi’s pants and began kneading his balls. “So that’s what this is for.”

“Ah! B-be careful with those!” Tanukichi gasped. “Touching those can… stimulate a guy into wanting to make babies!”

“Really?” Hyouka immediately tested this hypothesis by rubbing Tanukichi’s sack even harder and watching his dick harden in front of her face as a result. “Does this mean that when your cucumber is hard like this, you want to make babies?”

“Y-yes, it does,” Tankuichi replied, blushing very hard now.

“Hmm… I’ll have to remember that.” Hyouka then gripped Tanukichi’s dick with both hands to examine it and began to give him a handjob without even realizing it. “Tell me, does the size of a man’s cucumber correlate to his baby-making abilities at all?”

“Yes… in general, the longer a man’s cucumber gets when it’s hard, the easier it is to impregnate a girl,” Tanukichi replied, grunting a little as Hyouka moved her hands. “Length helps a man put his seed closer to a girl’s womb, which is the part of your flower where the baby grows.”

“I suppose that does make sense,” Hyouka replied, still idly stroking his dick. “And I assume that a greater amount of ‘sperm’ is also beneficial to ensure that a woman becomes pregnant?”

Tanukichi nodded as a drop of precum appeared on the tip of his cock and dripped down to the floor.

“Hmm… I’d like to know more about this strange ‘seed’ material. Is there any way that I can collect a sample of it without it being contaminated by another person’s bodily fluids?” Hyouka asked, glancing up at Tanukichi.

“Well… there is one way…” Tanukichi blushed hard once again. “Do you have any lotion nearby?”

“Yes, but I hardly see what moisturizing has to do with anything,” Hyouka replied.

“Well, give it to me, and I’ll show you,” Tanukichi replied. Hyouka nodded and retrieved the lotion for him, which he promptly squeezed onto Hyouka’s hands. “Now, place your hands on my cucumber like this, and then start to move them up and down.”

“Alright, Mr. Okuma.” Hyouka did as she was told and began to jerk Tanukichi off, causing wet squelching noises to start filling the room. “Now, could you tell me what purpose this serves?”

“Ah!” Tanukichi gasped as he felt Hyouka’s hands slowly pick up speed. “Well, basically, this is a process that tricks my cucumber into thinking it’s inside a flower. That way, I can get it to shoot seed without – ah! Without actually being inside a girl.”

“Interesting... and does this process have a name?” Hyouka asked.

“Masturbation… it’s called masturbation,” Tanukichi grunted in reply. “Most guys need to do it in private… but… it’s okay for me to do it whenever and wherever I want.” He made a mental note to add that to the rules as soon as he was done here. “B-by the way, there are different techniques you can do to help speed the process along… here, let me show you.”

Tanukichi reached down and helped guide the amateur scientist’s hands along his shaft, showing her how to be gentle with him without under stimulating him, and how to grip him tightly without hurting him. He also showed her how to stimulate his glans, how rubbing his balls as she jerked him off, and when to apply more lotion for lube so the hand job never became too dry.

“Fascinating… you must have masturbated quite a bit to know this much about the process,” Hyouka said in amazement as she continued to slide her soft hands along his prick.

“I, uh, may have had some experience with it…” Tanukichi replied, doing his best to sound proud rather than embarrassed at the admission.

“Oh? Mr. Okuma, your cucumber is starting to twitch,” Hyouka pointed out, her voice still monotone. “Is that bad, or does it mean you will be releasing your seed soon?”

“The l-latter!” Tanukichi grunted as he felt his balls start to tighten. “Y-you better get something to catch it with if you want to study it.”

Without missing a beat of her handjob, Hyouka reached for a nearby test tube and held it steady in front of Tanukichi’s cock. A few moments later he began to unload, shooting wad after wad of his white semen while Hyouka studied the process with fascination. Most of the sperm managed to be collected inside the test tube, but some of it wound up landing on Hyouka’s hand as well.

“Hmm… for some reason the consistency of the sperm doesn’t seem to be as thick as it was in the footage I reviewed,” Hyouka observed, bringing the test tube up to her eye and swirling it.

“Well… that’s because there are fewer sperms inside it,” Tanukichi explained. “You see, my testicles try to make as much sperm as they can, but there’s only so much they can do in a single day. After, uh, ‘seeding’ too many times then I start to run out.”

“Really? Run out?” Hyouka put the test tube town and cleaned off her hands in a nearby sink. “Hmm… I wonder if there’s a way to perhaps change that…”

“Huh? What exactly do you mean by that?” Tanukichi asked as he cleaned his groin with some paper towels and put his pants back on.

“Oh, it’s nothing you need to be concerned about, for now, Mr. Okuma,” Hyouka politely replied. “Thank you for answering my questions and providing this sample. You may leave now whenever you wish.”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Fuwa.” Tanukichi smiled and turned towards the door. “Have a great rest of your day!”