‘Actual’ I.S. Training

With the previous entry that Ichika had written, he could have Houki eating out of his ass without so much as an objection from her. Houki, however, would have to learn that if she wanted to taste him, or get anywhere near pleasing him sexually, that she’d have to treat him better outside of the dorm as well. So he decided to write a new name in the Sex Note while he changed in the locker room.

“Maya Yamada will come to Ichika Orimura’s dorm on a nightly basis to provide private IS lessons in preparation for his battle against Cecilia Alcott. She will reward his attentive behavior with intercourse at the end of the lesson. Houki will discover a voyeur side of her as she watches jealously, and will not be able to orgasm without Master Ichika Orimura’s permission like a good ****.”

“There we go,” Ichika was satisfied with that entry. He hurried on to his dorm to make sure he wouldn’t be late for Miss Yamada’s arrival.

When he did arrive, he opened the door to find Houki once again prostrated not to far from the entrance. She was wearing a mint green nightie that hugged her curved body nicely.

“Good evening, Master Orimura. Would you like to eat dinner? Or take a bath? Or would you like…me?”

Ichika took a sharp breath through his nostrils. He found this whole situation to be rather tempting, but he maintained his self-control. Perhaps Houki really did feel bad for treating him so harshly, but despite the whole Master relationship with him in the dorm room on account of the sex note, she wasn’t willing to treat him like so in front of the school yet. Whether she felt bad about embarrassing him or not though, she will have to learn naturally that bad behavior would not be rewarded.

“That was a pleasant greeting, Houki, but you’ve been a bad girl today.” Ichika dropped his uniform’s blazer on her prostrated form so she could hang it up, “And prepare some tea. We’re going to have company soon.”

“C-Company!” Houki shot up to fer feet and used Ichika’s blazer to cover her breasts over her nightie, “Please don’t let anyone see me like this, Master!” Houki bowed apologetically to assert how sorry she was for treating him.

“Relax!” Ichika retorted, unbuttoning his shirt while sitting on his bed, exposing his toned torso in the process. A torso that was bruised thanks to Houki, “It’s someone you know and can trust with confidentiality.” He concluded by throwing his shirt at her too. Covering her face with the white linen.

Just to be careful though he would be sure to add one more entry in the Sex Note after his company had arrived, and as if on queue, a knock on the door was heard just as Houki finished hanging up the clothes entrusted to her. Houki rushed to the door, realizing it was her duty to receive her master’s guests. Who she saw on the other side of the door did surprise her a bit, but she didn’t stutter, “Miss Yamada! You must be Master Orimura’s guest tonight. What kind of tea do you like?”

Master? Maya didn’t let the strange title catch her off guard for long, “Oh, green tea is fine, thank you!”

Walking deeper into the dorm, Maya saw Ichika’s topless form and began to blush uncontrollably, “I-I’m sorry, Orimura. Did I come at a bad time?”

“You came at the perfect time, Miss Yamada. Please, call me Ichika when we’re alone.”

“Oh, but I couldn’t possibly be so informal with a student. Haha!” The young teacher’s aid shook with a chill, as the taboo of being so casual with a student got her going, “But anyway, Orimura, I know you’ve been struggling to maintain focus in the class with so many girls around, so I’ve come to help catch you up with IS knowledge before your big match!”

There wasn’t much else to be said. Houki provided refreshments as necessary for both of them and waited on them exceptionally while rubbing her thighs together. This basic pleasure wasn't the kind she wanted to give Ichika, but she did have to watch as Miss Yamada was delivering sexual pleasure to him.

Under the effects of the Sex note, Maya was providing all sorts of attention to Ichika while he made sure to give the lesson his. She started with massaging his bare shoulders as he sat at the desk reading his text materials, then his arms, and then his chest while hers rested on his back. Her touch migrated slowly down to his abs, and she flinched only briefly by the time her hands felt the massive bulge between his legs. She did stop herself there though, “Orimura, I think that’s enough for tonight's lesson. But before I go, I want to reward you for being such a good student. I know all the girls in class can create such tempting distractions.”

Ichika stood up to stretch and face Maya. His half-naked body causing the virgin teacher’s aid to bite her lip knowing what she planned to do to him next, “Honestly, Miss Yamada, there are only two distractions in class. These massive orbs you call tits.”

Ichika grabbed each of Maya’s breasts through her yellow sun dress, and Houki collapsed to her knees while watching it unfold. Houki snuck a hand between her legs as she watched the scene develop.

“You can’t mean that, Orimura. Not with so many prettier classmates around you, and your si…” Maya paused, and manipulated Ichika’s orientation as he delve into her chest until she was able to push him back onto his bed. Maya had completely forgetten that there was a bystander in the room at this point, “Well, if it is me distracting you, then I’ll have to reward you well for being so attentive during my private lesson.”

While Ichika laid on his back on the bed, Maya crawled over him in a sultry manner before peeling the layer of fabric she had around her shoulders further back until her perfect—and until recently, untouched—tits fell out of their containment. Maya twisted her body ever so slightly to make them jiggle back and forth as if presenting the goods at an auction, “No one has told me how they taste yet, Orimura. C-can you tell me if they’re all right?”

Not taking that invitation for granted, Ichika crunched his way up to her breast to suck on them and used his hands to continue feeling up on them. During this time Maya had grasped his head and soft hair into her hands as she rubbed the bulge in his pants through the panties under her dress. All Houki could do was watch as Ichika’s position really accentuated the abs on the body she had called weak earlier that day. Houki was playing with her clit under her nightie, but no matter how much she kept putting herself into Miss Yamada’s shoes, or matching her cries of pleasure, she couldn’t get off. Her body convulsing unnaturally as if some magical **** was preventing her from going over the edge. Houki’s puppy eyes were silently pleading with her master, but he ignored her for another woman.

Miss Yamada, however, was not having any difficulties climaxing. This was made clear when she pulled her boobs away from the suction of Ichika’s lips and bit down hard on his shoulder to cover her screams of passion as she came through her panties leaving a juicy mess of them and Ichika’s still covered crotch. There was some taste of iron in Miss Yamada’s mouth, no doubt having broken some of the skin on Ichika’s shoulder with her teeth, but at least the cadet IS pilots of the school will know Ichika was her student.

She let Ichika breathe in her citrus-y scent from her green hair for a bit, before using her hands to undo his belt and free his meaty shaft into the open finally.

“Augh!” It was hard to hide her surprise. Miss Yamada thought it felt big through the grinding motions of her panties, but now she couldn’t help but wonder how this breeding cock would fit in her. This male IS cadet might split her in two!

It had to be done though. Miss Yamada had promised her student a good reward for his attentiveness, and what better reward than her virginity? If it killed her, she would make sure this male cadet would know the benefits of good behavior in a way she couldn’t teach her female students. So she **** her pink panties aside so that her salivating slit was accessible to Ichika’s oozing manhood. Placing her hands on his pectorals she used her meager weight to put him on his back again. Controlling him a little would help make this process easier. Or so she thought. Relieving the weight of one hand off his chest she used it to guide the glands of his meat to her snatch, and slowly descended onto his rod. Miss Yamada was doing well, until a certain membrane halted her progress.

Ichika knew what was going on. His sensitive tip could feel the virginity of his homeroom’s teaching assistant, and an instinct was forcing him to act in a way that he might have interpreted as unacceptable by him before getting the Sex Note. Ichika, trying to be sly, slid his hands up Miss Yamada’s thighs and under her dress until his grasp laid firmly on her hips and **** her down to his shaft.

“Aagh!!” The both cried in unison. Both for different reasons. Miss Yamada was in pain, but Ichika, he felt something else. His dick was large relative to the tight walls he had **** it in, so tight that even though he felt his balls contract, trying to flood the womb of Miss Yamada, noting came out. They both contorted in agony for a moment, before Ichika began to raise miss Yamada’s body again, but his time she stopped him.

“I-Ichika, wait! Please! …Just wait a moment…” Tears where in Miss Yamada’s eyes, but there was surprising a gentle smile on her face.

It was the first time Ichika heard Miss Yamada call him by his given name, and because of that the plea seemed like something he should obey. A minute or so passed before Miss Yamada began to make millimeter sized gyrations on her own, with a wince on her face. A minute later, the gyrations became slightly larger and soft moans escaped her lips. Five minutes later though, she was riding her stud like a sex-depraved cowgirl on the plains—blood and combined sex juice having completely lubed them both up. Miss Yamada had complete control riding him like she was, and it wasn’t long before a familiar male cry escaped Ichika’s lips.

“Miss Yamada! I’m- I’m gonna-!”