Waki Asoaka

A tall woman strode down the hallway, her heels clicking against the tiled floor in sharp, clipped steps.

Her name was Waki Asoaka. She was a teacher at this school and she was a woman on a mission, making use of her planning period to investigate.

She wore a smartly tailored navy blue suit and pants with a white cutaway blouse underneath.

Despite her best efforts, her professional attire managed to only to emphasize her ample assets rather than conceal them. Her blouse clung tightly to her massive J cups that had been the bane of her existence growing up and refused to do anything but sway wildly side to side as she walked and the shelf of her jello-wobbling booty filled out the rear of her slacks in an obscene fashion.

She had maroon colored hair pulled into a sensible ponytail and rectangular glasses that did nothing to detract from the fierce and disapproving glare she kept locked onto her features. A beauty mark dotted the skin beside her full lips, drawing attention to them even when Waki herself was more focused on frowning.

She'd been on this self-appointed mission ever since she'd learned that Tanaka Hajiime -one of their students!- had been appointed the school's official sex trainer. It was completely outrageous!

Given her history, she wasn't exactly enamored with the idea of sex guidance to begin with. But she recognized that the government and society in general had implemented the practice because they believed in its importance. She could understand wanting to educate students, wanting to promote safe and healthy sexual practices.

But this! Putting the task of an official sex trainer in the hands of a boy! And one as unattractive and unskilled at social interaction as Tanaka Hajiime, no less. Waki was horrified to think of the sort of 'guidance' he'd end up giving their female students.

She hadn't been present during the day the sex training program had been implemented and Tanaka had been introduced as the individual selected for the position. She'd only learned the news secondhand after a colleague had informed her of the shocking event. Waki had been so surprised at the news that she'd been frozen with disbelief, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping open.

A student! A student! Being named sex trainer of a school was the sort of thing that only happened in hentai! It was completely inappropriate, completely scandalous, completely...

She stopped short, freezing in place as she saw the object of her outrage stepping out of Sayori-san's infirmary. The boy- fat, ugly, nerdy...Tanaka Hajiime.

She'd felt his hungry gaze on her often enough, no more than all the rest of the males who insisted upon her with their covetous eyes her entire life, but made all the worse by his slovenly ogre-like appearance.

She saw him adjust his trousers, before turning and walking away from her, heading further down the hallway. The boy hadn't seen her.

Waki felt relieved about that and then immediately irritated about that feeling but she'd witnessed some strange behavior from her fellow faculty members when they'd confronted him about why he was stalking the hallways during class hours. Several had just walked away after a brief exchange, while Mr. Fukada had appeared to actually have had an accident.
He'd rushed past Waki with a very clear and copious stain spread across the front of his pants. The rank smell of urine had filled the air and Waki had wrinkled her nose with disgust realizing the stern man must have simply stood there and emptied his entire bladder before leaving Tanaka's presence.

What in the world was going on?

"Sayori-san," Waki said, poking her head into the office.

The school nurse looked up at Waki with a pleasant smile, "Hello, Asoaka-san. What brings you by today? Did you injure yourself?"

"Ah no, nothing like that. I was hoping to ask you about... Hajime-kun..." she glanced down the hallway Tanaka had gone, but it was empty now.
Sayori-san followed her glance before turning back with a raised brow, "Tanaka-kun? Oh, he just left."

Waki nodded, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her, "Yes, I saw him leaving and that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Sayori-san nodded her head sagely, "Oh, yes, he'll be coming by here everyday to have intercourse with the students. As the school's Sex trainer, I expect he'll find my beds here to be perfectly sufficient for his needs. Very exciting and important work, he'll be doing in here."

Waki's eyes widened behind her thinly framed glasses, "W-what? We just talked about this yesterday! You agreed with me how crazy it is that they appointed HIM our school's trainer! He's a student!"

Sayori-san shook her head, "Now, now, Waki. I did have those concerns. That's why I asked him to stop by. I wanted to evaluate him and make sure he was competent at his job. While Tanaka-kun does have a certain reputation I can confirm that he's actually very knowledgeable and skilled. More importantly, he's also very dedicated to his duties and responsibilities as our sex trainer. I'm quite impressed by his passion for this job."

Waki's mouth worked soundlessly, shocked into speechlessness. Sayori-san was completely different than she'd been the day before. Waki couldn't understand the abrupt change of heart.
"Y-you were just telling me how- how... homely and creepy Tanaka-kun seemed!" she stuttered, still in shock.

"Well, I think we were all being a bit too hasty yesterday. It wasn't right for us to judge Hajime-kun so harshly just based on the poor state of his looks. I mean, as women, I think we all recognize that he has a certain potential. Body-wise he is rather big, isn't he? Probably the most mature body I've seen on a student. Don't you think that probably extends below the belt?"

Waki blinked, trying to catch up, "What are you talking about Sayori-san?"

The school nurse gave her friend a knowing smile, "Oh Waki, you're always so innocent and pure. Well, I won't worry your pretty little head about it. Rest assured that Hajime-kun is an excellent sex trainer and the school is lucky to have him!"

Waki couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Sayori-san she knew was a respectable, upstanding member of their school community. Someone who would never dream of countenancing Tanaka Hajime as the school's sex trainer. Yet, here she was praising him for his dedication and passion for the job, of all things.

There was something very wrong going on here. Something very strange was happening with her fellow faculty members and she had a sinking feeling it was all centered around Tanaka Hajime.

Sexual training was all well and good, but somehow she felt Tanaka was manipulating everyone into going along with his obscene demands.

Sayori's abrupt about-face was particularly concerning, suggesting to Waki that Tanaka had some sort of otherworldly power or persuasive ability beyond what the rational mind could defend against.

It was absurd but...

Sayori was her friend. Waki couldn't imagine what sort of foul trick Tanaka could've played on the nurse to completely sway the woman's opinion about him in a mere twenty-four hours.
Something about Sayori's whole manner as she silently looked at Waki with a weird little smile had her on edge.

"Alright Sayori-san. I'll take your word for it. Have a good day!" She said, backing away with **** cheerfulness as she headed to class.

Waki fled, hurrying back down the hallway.
She needed to do some research, find out more about this Tanaka Hajime, learn what sort of trick he was playing.

Sayori watched Waki's obscene child-bearing hips disappear around the corner as her friend fled in a hurry, before going back to organizing her list of all the female students and pondering the best way to get all the vital statistics Tanaka-kun needed to do his job.

Waki was such a silly girl. So oblivious, so naive, so... innocent.

Also a 28 year old virgin somehow and on top of Sayori's list of female faculty who needed to lay back and do their duty for the Emperor by bearing healthy and fertile Tanaka babies.

She giggled at her naughty joke, before going back to organizing her spreadsheet. Sayori hadn't had such a good time at work in a long time. Tanaka was such a fun and naughty boy. With such a perfect breeding tool.

Sayori could still taste him on her lips, salty, tangy...delicious.

Now if only she could get her own turn beneath Tanaka's powerful hips and surprise poor tired Achiro with a cuckoo baby in his nest.

The thought made Sayori shiver with malicious glee.