Fucking Shoko (1)

"I'm sorry Miss Shoko, but I really can't do it. It's like I know the theory, but I'm stuck with the practice." Keito said, a bit bummed out. Not succeeding at something was a little hard to bear for a genius like him.

"Sweetie," Shoko began, "I told you already not to call me 'Miss' anymore, just Shoko is fine." Her hand, which had been holding his hand, slowly ran up his arm, "I think we're past that."

They were sitting together in a corner of the room, on the floor, inside of the infirmary. Keito was seated between Shoko's legs, with his back pressed against her chest.

Like usual, he was still wearing a tank-top and shorts. Shoko had likewise her traditional appearance, a white lab coat paired with a dark turtleneck, jeans and high heels.

Keito shivered at her touch on his biceps. "Shoko.." He breathed out, looking at her polished nails. While they were here to practice Reverse Cursed Technique for him, he couldn't deny that they were both a little distracted.

"I've been thinking about you, Keito." She revealed, bringing her face closer until her nose brushed against his neck, "That perfume... It smells great, but I'm sure I've smelled it somewhere before."

"Um, it's a perfume Gojo-sensei recommended to me once. I'm glad you like it." He said, heating up from the situation. That woman really had a power on him.

"Yes, how could I forget, it's the one he used all the time when he was younger. It's been so long since I've smelled it." She audibly breathed in his scent, and her tongue slightly wet his skin. He could feel his cock getting hard.

"As I was saying, I've thought about you since last time. And I've realized that you're very, very cruel." She told him, mouth almost kissing his ear, and he tried to understand what she was getting at. She couldn't have known about the hypnosis, right?

"Barging in, with your girlfriend and the other girl." The hand that was feeling his biceps went to his shoulder, "Talking about the dirty things you were up to." Now it was put over his chest.

"I may seem aloof, but you must be aware that even I have desires. Desires that can't be ignored for long." Her second hand went directly on his crotch, feeling up his penis through the shorts.

Slowly, sensually, her hand slipped under the hem of his shorts and reached his cock. He had taken the habit not to wear underwear anymore, to have easy access when he wanted to take it out.

"No underwear, you naughty boy. Tell me, have you had your first time yet?" She asked, playing with his dick. Her smooth hand lightly pumped it, and it was close to full-length by now.

"Yes." He replied, stifling a moan. Her touch was different from either Maki's or Nobara's. It felt much better, much more erotic and intimate.

"When I was your age, I used to fuck like a rabbit. Those were the good days. I calmed down with time." She told him, her other hand, the one not playing with his cock, had managed to find its way under his tank-top and was feeling him up.

"Would you like to see that side of me?" She purred, and every hair on Keito's body stood on end. Goosebumps appeared on his arm and he felt the temperature increase by several degrees.

His words were slurred by his anticipation, "I'dlovethatalot." She let out a chuckle at his response, and she started to kiss his cheek. He turned his face around and their lips crashed into each other's.

He couldn't deny it, the feeling was probably the best he had felt in his entire life. Perhaps sex with Maki or Nobara could contend, but it was a really tough competition.

Her full, red lips tasted bitter, presumably because of the black coffee she often drank. Luckily for him, he loved the taste of coffee so he appreciated the moment even more.

Hungrily kissing him, the hand holding his cock accelerated its stroke, trying to make him climax as soon as possible. His shorts has been removed and thrown to the other side of the room. The expert strokes and masterful make-out were doing a good job at that.

Keito's only hand just played with her thigh, since anything more would require bending his arm at an unnatural degree. It was a pity she was still wearing those jeans.

Eventually, through a haze of lust, he felt his orgasm building up. In the midst of making out with her, he groaned out, "Cummin.." She silenced him by deepening the kiss.

His moans were muffled when he couldn't hold it anymore and cummed. The cum flew up a bit and landed on the floor, with some stray strands falling on Shoko's hand.

The nurse stopped her frenzied stroked and calmly breathed in while Keito struggled to get his composure. She took the initiative to break the kiss, a faint trickle of saliva connecting their lips.

Without breaking eye contact, she brought the hand tainted by cum to her mouth and licked it clean.

"I hope you've got more in you."