Kiss and Tell

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Ann stirred on the couch, stretching and arching her back as she woke up from her nap. She felt...different. Something had changed inside of her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She felt more confident, more assured of herself, and she had a newfound sense of power.

She stood up and stretched again, feeling a sudden wetness between her legs. She blushed, realizing that she must have been dreaming of something...intimate.

She looked over at Kamoshida, slumped over his desk in a submissive state, and smirked.

"Well, well, well…” she said, getting off the couch and sauntering over to him, “What do we have here?”

Her tights clung to her thighs as she moved, the wetness from her arousal making them almost transparent. She stood over Kamoshida, her hips swaying seductively as she looked down at him with a wicked grin.

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You're mine now, Kamoshida. And you're going to do everything I say."

The thought of this pompous abusing bastard being under her complete control made her feel empowered. She couldn't resist the temptation to have a little fun with the man who had tormented her and her friends for so long.

A phantom memory- fantasy? -of Ren's powerful thrusts and the way he had taken her made her pulse race with excitement. She couldn't deny that a part of her enjoyed the submission, the way he had controlled her every movement and made her feel completely and utterly owned. But at the same time, a new part of her had emerged, a part that craved power and control just as much as she craved submission. She felt like a different person, more confident, more assertive, more dominant.

Ann's hand dug deep into the coach's thick hair, first pulling his head back and spitting on his face before slamming it down onto his desk.

The sheer delight she was experiencing at this moment was almost orgasmic.

Kamoshida's body trembled under Ann's dominant hold. He was completely at her mercy, unable to resist her every whim and command. Ann could feel the power coursing through her veins as she took control of the situation.

Ann reveled in the power she had over Kamoshida. The once-lustful, vain, cruel, and utterly selfish bully who had abused his female students emotionally was now a docile weakling at her feet. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and dominance. "You're such a pathetic little shitstain of a man," she said, her voice laced with contempt. "I can't believe I ever thought you were powerful. I can’t believe I ever even let you look at Shiho. You’re going to be groveling for forgiveness for the rest of your life.”

"Yesss…" he hissed, voice laden with fear and twisted enjoyment, "I deserve this! Punish me! Break me!"
Ann sighed, a bit disappointed by his instant capitulation.

Thankfully, at that moment the door to the office opened and Ren strode in.

Ann’s heart skipped a beat.

The epitome of charm and mystery himself. Tall and lean, dark tousled hair and those piercing intense eyes behind his black frames held a gaze that seemed to penetrate the deepest recesses of her soul.

The memory of their recent argument seemed to shift and contort in her mind. The anger and frustration that had consumed her now melted away. In hindsight, she struggled to reconcile her own perspective, unable to comprehend the foolhardiness and naivety she had exhibited. If given the chance to revisit that tense conversation, she imagined herself standing by Ren's side, shouting down her own foolish and useless self, just as vehemently as she had confronted the distorted reflection of herself Kamoshida had conjured.

"New g-. No, Ren," she purred, her voice laced with a mixture of admiration and desire. "I've been waiting for you."

He cocked his head at her, a blend of intrigue and caution swirling in his eyes. "Oh? After our last interaction, I was under the impression that you would want some space to cool down. I thought we would remain implacable opponents, no matter how much I wished for a different outcome..."

Ann's lips curled into a wicked smile as she closed the distance between them, her eyes locked with his. "Can you blame me for being overwhelmed in that other world? It was a lot to take in… but yeah, I've had a change of heart, Ren," she whispered, her voice dripping with seductive allure. "You were right. This world is a twisted mess, and this school, this city, this society... They're all part of it. There's no way things will ever change, get better, unless we take matters into our own hands, using our power to shape it."

Ren's eyebrow arched, a flicker of intrigue sparking in his gaze. "So, you're suggesting you’ll embrace my methods: the debauchery, the dominance and submission, as tools to reshape this world?"

“Man, you’re a pretty serious dude, aren’t you?” She giggled under her breath before Ann's expression grew more determined, her voice filled with conviction even as her model’s hands saw to an unsealing of the belt that maintained his plaid Shujin Academy pants, suiting her words with action.

"Yes, Ren," she breathed, her voice laced with anticipation. "We have the power now, the assholes in charge won’t know what hit them with you leading us. I'm ready to kick the ass of anyone and everyone that doesn’t deserve to be in charge. If dominance and submission can be used as a means to dismantle the corrupt shitholes that suffocate everyday people, then I am willing to embrace it fully. Just like I’m ready to embrace you fully."

Both her hands caressed the ravenous semi-solid tube of way too thick cockmeat that stuck out and dangled heavily from Ren's crotch. Her fingers slid up and down its length, causing him to twitch in reaction.

Ren gasped softly, his breathing growing heavier as Ann's hands moved up and down his throbbing shaft in a steady rhythm, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel his balls, swollen and heavy with desire, tightening with each stroke. His eyes remained glued to hers, watching the lustful expressions play across her face as she worked him over, her mouth open slightly in an exaggerated display of delight.

He quickly mastered himself though, smirking as he laid a hand on her hip, digits rubbing and squeezing, “Glad to hear it, my sexy little panther.”

“Ohh~ that’s a good nickname, fits that weird outfit I had in the other world,” She giggled into his touch, “Guess I’m not old enough for ‘Cougar’... yet.”

“Maybe your mom wouldn’t mind that nickname,” He sassed back, almost surprised how receptive Ann was being to suggesting he could have her mother. It was the start of a beautiful friendship, “Can’t say I can think of another person I’d rather have by my side. But let's not forget about Kamoshida there…”

Ann slipped around, pressing herself to Ren’s side, laying her cheek upon the taller boy’s chest even as she continued to tease and stroke his length as it continue to bloat and stiffen in her hand,, “Why not? He gets a boner if you **** him, and a boner if you ignore him. At least one way means I don’t have to look at the asshole.”

Ren chuckled softly, his hand sliding along the curve of Ann's backside, cupping the soft flesh and teasing her ass cheeks through the thin material of her tights under her plaid pleated skirt.

Her brazen **** was enough to make the gym teacher whimper, and just like she said get him hard once more. With his fat head against his desk it looked like he’d already hit rock bottom. Getting so aroused by his adopted son cucking him with his other student. Pathetic.

But Ren could go further.

Knock knock knock

“Ah, just in time,” The thief smirked, “It is the end of the work day after all. Come on in, ladies!”

As he beckoned, the door to Kamoshida’s office swung open to reveal a half dozen older women. Front and center was Kawakami, looking a little red faced in her reduced clothing but still no less annoyed at the same time. She strutted in with a few of the other female teachers all in tow. Ren had heard a couple of their names, ‘Ms. Chouno’, ‘Ms. Usami’, and the nurse he’d had intimate knowledge of from his first few days.

“There you are, Amamiya. We all want to go home and get drinking, so can we get on with this?” said Kawakami, cocking her hips towards the boy. Her big breasts were squeezed tight by her lacy white bra, the deep line of her cleavage an arresting sight above her smooth and flat abdomen leading down to a pair of slightly wider hips encompassed with a pair of pink lingerie panties with a cute tiny black bow at her navel.

Reveling in Ann and Kamoshida’s confusion for a second, Ren nodded, “Of course. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you lovely ladies.”

Ren stood confidently, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and anticipation. As each teacher approached him for their customary goodbye kiss, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He knew the effect his presence had on these women, and he reveled in their unwavering attention.

Rolling her eyes, Kawakami walked forwards first and grabbed his collar lightly, dragging him towards her before landing a long and passionate kiss on Ren’s mouth. Ann and Kamoshida looked surprised, but the rest of the faculty looked rather bored by the procedure. Kawakami had her tongue down Ren’s throat, and yet their reaction seemed to be banality. Ren got to enjoy her fullness, squeezing her rear, nibbling her lip, running a hand up her back, and letting her tits squish his chest. All while his cock still hung out in the wind for all teachers to appreciate.

“Alright, I kissed you goodbye. Can I go home now?” The teacher sighed in annoyance, even with a strand of spittle between the two, her hand gently caressing his cheek before her fingers trailed down to brush against his exposed manhood.
“Yes, of course. See you tomorrow, Kawakami-sensei.”

Next in line was Ms. Shiho, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, her hand slipping down to grasp his impressive length. "Have a good evening, Ren," she murmured, her voice betraying a hint of longing.

Ren's voice was low and husky as he replied, his gaze locked with hers. "You too, Ms. Shiho. I hope you have a pleasant night."

"You certainly know how to make an impression, Ren. I can't say the same for my husband."

Ren chuckled, aware of the subtle comparison being made, and replied with a touch of humor, "Well, variety is the spice of life, isn't it? We all have our unique attributes."

The teachers exchanged knowing glances, their conversations filled with hushed tones and whispered comments about Ren's size and the subtle differences they noticed. Yet, they maintained their professionalism, keeping the situation within the boundaries of an unremarkable farewell ritual.

As she stepped back, another teacher, Ms. Takahashi, stepped forward, unable to hide her curiosity. "Oh my, Ren. You really do have quite the reputation. It's hard not to notice."

Ren chuckled softly, his eyes meeting Takahashi's with a hint of mischief. "Just a lucky coincidence, I suppose. It's all in good fun."

The teachers exchanged amused glances, their professionalism intact despite their flushed cheeks. Some even exchanged whispered comments, unable to resist the allure of Ren's impressive size.

"You think he knows how much of a stir he causes?"

"I'm sure he does. But hey, who can blame them? It's not every day we have such a, um, remarkable student."

This continued again and again, each teacher kissing Ren goodbye at the end of their long work day teaching the youth before bowing at him to exit. The cuter Ms. Usami, the slutty looking Ms. Chuono, and some unseen faces of a squirrel looking, thin teacher named Ms. Yuna and a short haired, buff, English teacher named Ms. Smith were last. Such was the way of the normality that Ren had implemented on his way back to Ann. Glorious power over all of their lives to really bask in the new gaming school he owned.