Toilet and onsen

On my way to my room, I was thinking,

• Who does she think I am? But my inner voice told me, For what you are, my girl, you know you'll be begging her.

I was a frustrated little bitch, twice deprived of satisfying her urges. I went back up to the room I'd been assigned. I saw spare uniforms, two yukatas, but most importantly, on the bed, a chastity belt with a note from the headmaster.

• Put on this belt. We don't want you giving in to your animal urges. Mrs. Imamura and I have the key. You can urinate, but for anything else, you'll have to ask us.

I sighed, but before obeying, after slipping into a yukata and slippers, I went to the communal toilet with the belt in hand, wrapped in a towel and toiletries for the onsen afterward. I locked myself in a stall, and as I was relieving myself, as I was finishing, a man's erect penis appeared through a hole I hadn't seen. A voice told me,

"Suck it, gaijin." I froze for a moment, breathless, before this erect penis that emerged from the shadows like a provocation. The hoarse voice echoed against the wooden wall, and I felt my own body respond involuntarily, a guilty heat creeping between my still-damp thighs.

My fingers trembled as I dried my skin, then instinctively closed around the chastity belt lying on the towel. But my gaze never left that throbbing shaft, each prominent vein tracing a map of forbidden desire.

I took it in my hand and began to caress his penis. It was soft and rather large for my people. I smiled with relish and finally licked the glans with my tongue.

I felt the shiver of his taut flesh beneath my lips, the salty taste of his desire mingling with the wetness of my tongue. My fingers tightened around its base, following the rhythm of my slow, deliberate licks. A low groan pierced the wall as his hips thrust forward, pushing his member deeper into my mouth.

I closed my eyes, letting my lips sink deeper, feeling the warm weight of his manhood press against the roof of my mouth. A trickle of saliva slid down my throat as my tongue traced every inch with calculated slowness. The boy moaned; I loved the satisfaction of giving pleasure in every way possible.

"Mmm, yes, yes, that's good, gaijin." His husky voice echoed against the wall as I continued to suck with calculated slowness, my lips tightly wrapped around his burning flesh. A shiver ran through me as his fingers caught in my hair after passing through the hole in the wall, guiding my head back and forth with insistent pressure. I felt his cock swell further, pulsing against my tongue, its salty, musky taste filling my mouth.

His nails dug into my scalp as I sucked hard, creating a burning vacuum that tore a muffled curse out of him. The taste of his pre-ejaculate beaded on my tongue, metallic and heavy, as my fingers traced the length of his taut testicles, massaging them with practiced pressure.

"Faster," he growled, his voice breaking with a gasp.

I felt his hips lift abruptly, his cock throbbing deep in my throat as I quickened my pace. My tongue flattened against the bulging vein, tracing feverish circles beneath the glans as my fingers continued their expert work on his hard testicles.

"Ah, fuck—" His voice broke into a hoarse growl, his fingers digging more cruelly into my hair, almost pulling.

My face nearly hit the wall between us, I could feel his throbbing against the veins that ran along his shaft.

His hips arched one last time, and I felt his flesh throb violently against my tongue as he groaned as he came. A burning spurt flooded my throat, its acrid, musky taste forcing me to swallow in quick, short gulps. My lips tightened around him, extracting every shiver, every drop, as his trembling fingers finally released their grip on my hair.

• Thank you, gaijin.

I sighed, licking the semen from my lips. I left the stall, washed myself shamelessly in the sinks, took a shower, and with a sigh, put on the chastity belt, which locked instantly.

I entered the school's onsen, which was co-ed, under the curious gazes of the boys and girls, who stared at the chastity belt that forbade any fulfillment of their desires.

I walked slowly between the steaming pools, the humid heat clinging to my skin like a second embrace. The stares burned hotter than the thermal waters, following each drop as it slid down my thighs, held tight by the cold metal of the belt. One boy, bolder than the others, let his fingers trail across the surface of the water, creating ripples that lapped at my calves.

• She really wears that? a girl whispered to her neighbor, her pink nails nervously scratching the wet tiles.

A girl replied.

• Of course, horny bitches need that to control themselves and avoid giving in to their lustful, animalistic urges.

I felt a snicker escape my lips as the pool water rippled around my hips, the belt glinting in the lantern light.

• You filthy, lecherous beast...

The girl's voice trailed in the humid air, laden with a contempt that made the back of my neck flush. A boy further away burst into laughter, his fingers gripping the edge of the basin, his knuckles whitening as they tried to contain something darker.

I plunged deeper into the steaming water, letting the heat seep into my tense muscles. Muffled laughter and whispers clung to my skin as much as the condensation. A broad-shouldered boy, sitting near the edge, let his gaze linger along the chastity belt, his fingers clenching and unclenching his fist in the water as if he were already imagining touching it.

The girl's voice trailed in the humid air, laden with a contempt that made the back of my neck flush. A boy further away burst into laughter, his fingers gripping the edge of the basin, his knuckles whitening as they tried to contain something darker.

I plunged deeper into the steaming water, letting the heat seep into my tense muscles. Muffled laughter and whispers clung to my skin as much as the condensation. A broad-shouldered boy, sitting near the edge, let his gaze linger along the chastity belt, his fingers clenching and unclenching his fist in the water as if he were already imagining touching it.

Chia appeared, looked at them, and hurled insults at them, so furious that they fled. They knew that a Japanese woman displaying such anger was becoming dangerous.

She turned to me.

• I'm sorry, Teyla, I'm ashamed that you're being treated like this.

She began to cry, her nerves giving way. I held out my arms.

• Come into my arms, my dear Chia. Thank you for helping me.

Chia threw herself against me, her body trembling with hot sobs against my chest. The onsen water trickled between our pressed skin, its cherry blossom and salt scent mingling with the sulfurous odor of the springs. Her fingers clung to my shoulders, her nails digging pale crescents into my flesh, as if she feared I might evaporate.

• I don't deserve your forgiveness, she sobbed, her lips trembling against my neck.
• I have no forgiveness to offer you. You haven't done anything wrong; on the contrary, you're the only one who shows me respect. Let me thank you. I'll finish what I started in class, okay?

After a moment's hesitation, she nodded.

I began to caress her body, which was still so soft and sweet.

My fingers slid along her quivering waist, tracing feverish arabesques on her skin, damp with onsen water. Chia held her breath as my palm moved up to her breasts, barely touching them, just enough to make her nipples harden beneath my fingers. A muffled moan escaped her lips as I applied firmer pressure, my nails gently scraping the tips, reddened by the heat.

My lips found the curve of her neck, tasting the sweat and thermal water on her skin as my fingers continued their slow exploration. Chia shivered when I gently pinched a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her breath becoming faster, more ragged. Her hips pressed against me, unconsciously seeking a contact forbidden by the chastity belt—a palpable frustration that made her thighs tremble.

• Oh, I'm so sorry, Teyla,- I said, placing a finger on her lips.
• Shh, my love, it's okay. Let me give you pleasure as a thank you.

My fingers slid lower, following the hollow of her throbbing belly, tracing hypnotic circles on her satiny skin. Chia moaned when I brushed the edge of her pubis, her nails digging into my arms as her pelvis lifted toward my hand like a silent prayer. The water around us shimmered, ripples betraying every tremor of her body.

My fingers sank into the damp flesh of her thighs, gently parting them as warm water trickled between her secret folds. Chia let out a stifled cry when my hand finally found her burning center, her intimate lips already swollen with desire beneath my palm.

She stroked my red hair, kissed me as I synchronized my movements with her body's rhythm, mirroring my caresses on her sex. She was so soft and sensitive.

Chia arched against me, her breath coming in gasps as my fingers circled her moist lips, tracing slow, insistent circles on her most sensitive spot. Her hips rose rhythmically, seeking deeper, more urgent pressure. I felt every tremor of her body beneath my fingers, every contraction of her muscles, taut as violin strings about to snap.

• Oh, it feels so good. I want to be yours, to belong to you, Teyla.

Shh, baby, you'd be putting your life in the hands of a sex demon. I'd make you suffer, and I don't want to. Let me be an angel for once.

I dove underwater and pressed my face against her, spreading her legs and sucking on her clitoris, which I could feel was more aroused than ever.

Her thighs tightened around my head like a silken vise, her fingers clutching desperately in my hair as my tongue traced feverish patterns on her swollen clitoris. The bubbling water around us amplified every vibration, every shiver that ran through her body—I felt her muscles contract beneath my lips, her salty and sweet taste mingling with the thermal water.

She regularly lifted her hips to let me catch my breath, but I didn't let go. I wanted to give her the orgasm of her life so she would forever remember our brief love.

Chia's back arched violently under the acceleration of my tongue, her thighs trembling like leaves in a storm. A high-pitched, hoarse moan escaped her lips, half-drowned by the churning water, as her fingers dug into my hair, pulling almost painfully. I felt her body tense, every muscle stretched to its limit, her damp heat throbbing against my mouth.

Her breath caught in a silent cry before the wave engulfed her, her hips rising against my face, her legs pinning me as pleasure coursed through her in shuddering spasms. The water lapped violently around us, her toes crunching on the slippery tiles beneath our feet.

Chia's body arched sharply with the spasms of her orgasm, her thighs tightening around my head with an almost painful intensity. The warm spring water lapped against the tiles as she writhed, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling just hard enough to send shivers down my spine. I didn't give in: my tongue traced slow circles on her hypersensitive skin, savoring the movement of her hips, her ragged gasps.

"T-Teyla…" she moaned, her voice breaking, her thighs trembling like a bowstring snapping, released from all the pent-up tension. Her fingers tightened in my hair, preventing me from pulling away as her body contracted further under the last waves of pleasure. The bubbling water trickled down her torso, mingling with the sweat and silent tears that welled in the corners of her eyes.

I felt her muscles gradually relax, her breathing settling into a calmer rhythm, though still punctuated by small gasps of lingering pleasure. Her hand slid softly from my hair to the nape of my neck, caressing the damp skin where the warm water had reddened my flesh.

"I... I didn't know..." she murmured, her voice husky, the words breaking on her swollen lips. Her fingers trembled against me, betraying the delicious exhaustion that followed ecstasy.

• Hush, my love, I gave you what you deserve. You are beautiful and brave, you are a woman. Be proud of it, as I am proud of you.

Her fingers closed weakly around the nape of my neck, as if she were still searching for an anchor in this whirlwind of new sensations. The water trickled down her neck, tracing silvery paths across her skin, flushed by the heat and effervescence of her pleasure. I could feel her heart beating through the thin membrane of her belly against my forehead, each deep pulse like a distant echo of the orgasm that had just shaken her.

We stayed pressed together for a long time, she nestled against me, a grateful smile on her face. I cradled her gently, savoring every moment, happy to have given pleasure without expecting anything in return. Her parted lips released a trembling sigh, her breath still uneven against my forehead. I felt every shiver that ran through her body, every lingering wave of pleasure that made her thighs tremble around me. The warm bathwater slid between us, creating a moist friction against my skin as she slowly sank, exhausted, against the edge of the hot spring.

I was thinking about what had happened in the bathroom and now in the onsen, the sexual urge and the pleasure of love. My life was a reflection of these two moments; I would never give up either one. I only felt truly alive in those moments, but this last one would be unique in my memory.

For half an hour we stayed pressed against each other before reluctantly parting. I put my yukata back on and went to my room, but I was frustrated.