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Chapter 6
by JackOLantern
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Atsuko Hebija and Her Ambitions
I had no idea what to do with Atsuko. Out of any of the girls in the elite class, Atsuko seemed to have the most ducks in a row. She was calm, collected, fit, and a hard worker when it counted. Perhaps an argument could be made that she didn’t take her training seriously enough, but even then, did she have to take it seriously if she was already top of the class? She had discipline, precision, and the oomph to back it up. She didn’t use her onmyo magic much, but it was clear that this was a deliberate choice, because she utilized it superbly when she chose to. To top it off, I was fairly certain she was a third year, meaning this was her last year at the academy. What exactly does one teach a student who was basically already done with her education in everything but name?
I did recognize, however, that this had been a problem with both Yui and Chie and the solution had come to me rather naturally with those two. So, I was probably overthinking this. I had to remember the advice Shinku had given me:
... cum a lot...
Wait, wrong one.
... go with the flow...
Yeah, that one. I was much better at improvisation anyway. I’d gotten through most of my life flying by the seat of my pants, why should I treat this any differently?
So, I wandered through the halls once more, honing in on Atsuko’s position like a lewd-seeking missile. That was one thing that was guaranteed about this supplemental lesson with the green-eyed third-year: it was going to be mega horny. Maybe even more so than the other two, judging by Atsuko’s general personality and penchant for “skinship”.
Wandering the school when students were in the halls had taught me one very important fact about Atsuko, she was extremely popular. Easily the most popular girl in the school. Every single opinion about her was glowing and positive, and more than half of the girls here clearly had the hots for her. I could see it, that cool and collected attitude mixed with genuine care for her comrades gave her big-sister vibes. The only girl who didn’t seem to be on board was Yui, actually. Perhaps this was something I should bring up with Shinku later.
My mental map was leading me in the direction of the gymnasium, so it seemed that the nurse had indeed managed to get her sister on board to help with physicals. I could definitely see it, if the physicals were going to turn out anything at all like I imagined, they would be right up Atsuko’s alley.
When approaching the door, I didn’t hear any telltale sounds of activity, meaning that Atsuko was probably in there alone with the nurse. I was pretty sure the bell signifying the final period was going to ring any minute now, though, so it would be flooded before long.
I set foot into the gymnasium and immediately spotted Atsuko standing next to a table with various implements one might expect to see for a school physical, plus a few things that I didn’t immediately recognize. There wasn’t any sign of Nurse Akira yet, but using my navigation charm I was able to see that she was in the adjacent locker room, probably ready to send people in when the time came.
“Sensei,” Atsuko spotted and approached me with a grin, her arms comfortably wrapped under her bust. She was totally naked, her subtle but athletic curves standing out to me and grabbing my eye right away. While not as large as Chie or Shinku, her bust was quite sizeable and looked very perky. I briefly wondered why she was nude, but ultimately decided that I didn’t care. Who really needed a reason to be naked anyway?
I gave her a sightly awkward smile and wave.
“I’m glad you got here before the bell,” she said. Without any warning or comment, she began to brazenly rub my crotch over my robes. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“What’s that?” I asked, deciding not to comment on her activities, but enjoying them all the same. Instead, I reached out and began squeezing her soft, pliable breasts.
“My future,” she made pointed eye contact.
“Oh yeah?” I replied, doing my best to act like a good teacher—groping notwithstanding. “Well, let’s talk, then.” I obviously had no idea what kind of professions or sub-professions were related to demon hunting, but I could be vague if I needed to.
Atsuko placed her free hand over the hand on her breast, gripping it as she said, “See, the thing is, I’m really good at what I do, and you know that. But I really don’t have much interest in being on the front lines, potentially throwing away my life to hunt down demons. When I first came here I had quite the grudge against them, but by now I’ve mellowed out a lot. I’ve realized there are more important things to me than vengeance, and I don’t think I want to go down that path.”
I found myself wondering about the brief mention of vengeance, a pretty strong word, but decided to stay on track with the conversation. And then I realized something about this character I was playing, I might actually be able to relate. “You know, your dilemma is a pretty common one, and I understand more than you might realize. I’m sure you know I wasn’t always called ‘Sensei’.”
“You were the Slayer once,” Atsuko nodded, “one of the best demon hunters in the world. My parents used to tell me the legends about you all the time, like that your very shadow was stained red with the blood of all the demons you had slaughtered in your short time as a hunter.”
I nodded grimly, “It’s true. I realized, too late, the same thing you’ve thankfully come to realize early. I didn’t want my legacy to be one of bloodshed. I understand the importance of hunting demons, certainly, but I had never truly wanted that for myself. That’s why I decided to become a teacher, instead.”
“Yeah,” Atsuko’s eyes widened as she seemed to consider this, and her expression lit up, “Yeah! Because the one thing that’s always kept me from just quitting is that I’d feel like I’d wasted these past three years here. All these skills, all this knowledge, all the training would be for nothing.” Then she snapped her fingers and pointed at me, grinning, “I know exactly what I wanna do when I graduate now. I wanna be Shinku.”
I blinked, “Pardon?” The image of Shinku stroking my cock using Atsuko’s panties briefly became associated with Atsuko rubbing me on top of my garments right now. For a moment, in my imagination, I could see Atsuko in that role, it worked really well.
“If I become your teacher’s aide then I can share my knowledge to the next generation of elites.”
“That’s not a bad plan, actually.” In that moment, the knowledge of what her supplemental lessons should be appeared in my mind, “And I think the next step should be teaching you how to teach.”
She held up a finger, “I’ll do you one better, Sensei. Why don’t I start tutoring? Maybe, instead of having supps myself, I’ll share the wealth. There are over a hundred cute girls at this academy, a surprising number of whom might literally be willing to kill to have the opportunity to get in on your elite supps.”
Ominous.
“So, I can start tutoring other students after school. Then, if you happen to come to me for supps, you can help me, or I can help you, whichever works best in the moment.”
In theory this seemed like a great idea. It would give her experience in dealing with all sorts of students in the role of trying to teach them. Having seen how she acts around the other elites and tends to help them out, she would definitely be good at being a teacher’s aide.
“Gah,” Atsuko shook her head and suddenly looked dismayed for a second. She did not stop stroking me, however, in fact her movements were becoming much more intense. “Okay, cards on the table, Sensei. I’m not gonna go along with this while pretending it’s something it isn’t.”
I furrowed my brow; this was a sudden turn.
“I know that you know that I know what the supps really are. They’re not meant to actually teach us anything. That’s okay, because truth be told, the real reason I want to be your aide is so I can **** and perv on cute and sexy young ladies—and help you do the same—as a career.”
Oh, this is an interesting development. She was the first person besides Shinku who had actually acknowledged the true nature of these activities. There was something very freeing about being able to abandon the pretense with at least one of the elite students, even if said pretense was fun most of the time. This would position Atsuko as something of a partner-in-crime, a very fun idea.
“Well, regardless of your true motives behind this decision, I think it’s a pretty solid idea,” I replied.
She smiled, “That’s great! I don’t have anyone lined up for today, but tomorrow I’ll—”
Before she could continue, we both suddenly became aware of another presence standing atop the table with all the instruments. A student had managed to walk up in this wide, open space and climb atop the table without me knowing. She stood before us proudly, arms akimbo with a look of pure triumphant determination on her face.
Atsuko’s hand rapidly left my crotch.
“You fools,” the newcomer began in a melodramatic yet quiet tone, her single visible violet eye—the other was covered by an eyepatch—gleaming with intent, “you have allowed yourselves to be caught off guard by my superior skills.”
“Hello Fubuki,” Atsuko replied and gave her a little wave. “I noticed you hiding in the rafters up there, I was just letting you have your fun.” I looked upward, the rafters were easily sixty feet up, how the hell did she manage to get up there and then get down without making a sound? More importantly, why did she get up there to begin with?
“You dare mock me? I, who have sealed within my right hand a demon of unspeakable power?”
“Oh? What can it do?” I asked. I was already intrigued by this girl, though I was almost positive she was one of my favorite comedic anime archetypes, the chuuni.
“I said it’s unspeakable…” she replied, narrowing her eye at me with… suspicion?
But a fair point all the same.
“I overheard that you were planning on working together to destroy me,” Fubuki said. “But I won’t go down so easily, even if you are the Sensei of this academy!” I was briefly worried that because she had been hiding nearby, she happened to hear what Atsuko was planning on doing, but even if she did hear it, she clearly wasn’t willing to acknowledge it.
“Not exactly, Sensei just agreed to help me tutor the other students,” Atsuko said.
“Lies!” Fubuki narrowed her eye further, now just a violet slit peering out of the bangs of her neat, short, lavender bob cut. “This is clearly just a ploy to catch me with my guard down…” she went on from there, detailing how powerful she was and going over an exhaustive list of special moves she could do. In the meantime, I was ogling her breasts which jiggled pleasantly with each dramatic movement she made and “cool” pose she struck.
Eventually, Atsuko just began ignoring her and turned to me, “Anyway, today I’ll just help you and Aki with the physicals. Is that okay? If not, we can just bail and do our supps; big sis’ll understand.” She made this offer, but a very pervy glint in her eye told me she knew I wouldn’t do that. I was about to be helping perform physicals on a classroom of gorgeous, deadly ladies. Also, this is clearly what Shinku had planned for me, not that Atsuko knew as much.
“Nah, it’ll be good to get more ‘familiar’ with some of the other students,” I replied. “But what exactly should I do to help?”
Atsuko shrugged, “I dunno, you’re the expert demon hunter. I don’t think either me or my sister will question whatever methods you choose to employ. I know the students won’t,” and then she winked to drive the point home.
“How dare you ignore me!” Fubuki came rocketing toward us from the table, about to land a tight fist against Atsuko’s stomach. In a blur of movement, Atsuko nimbly side-stepped the attack and countered by striking several very precise points all along Fubuki’s smaller frame with her fingers and knuckles. The lavender-haired girl suddenly froze in place, totally paralyzed.
“In any case, I’m here to help, Sensei,” Atsuko continued as though nothing had happened. “Just treat me as your assistant for the day.”
I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, “Sounds good.”
“Perhaps we should use Fubuki here as a warm-up,” Atsuko suggested while positioning the other student in a more neutral pose, so she was standing straight, ready for anything. Now that she was down on the floor and standing normally, I could see that she was about the same height as Tomoe—in other words, very short—but unlike Tomoe, Fubuki was very curvy. Her boobs were bigger than Atsuko’s but not quite as big as Chie’s, I was fairly certain.
“Once I overcome this paralysis, doom shall be upon you both!” Fubuki threatened but was otherwise totally still.
“That’s a great idea,” I replied to Atsuko. My mind wandered trying to think of a good way to utilize my elite student as part of these examinations. It might be helpful to use her as a way to get the girls in a particular kind of mood. “Okay, your role in these examinations will be simple,” I began, “firstly, you’ll check to make sure they aren’t dehydrated.”
“Oh, you mean like checking their saliva?” she asked in a sultry tone and made eye-contact as she urged Fubuki’s chin toward her. The third-year already understood the assignment, I was glad.
“Wh-what are you doing!? You must stay away or the demon sealed within my right hand will—” but she could not continue because her lips met Atsuko’s and locked together.
“Yeah, just like that,” I nodded and felt my boner intensify. I stood there and watched for a moment, absorbing the sight of the gorgeous Atsuko making out with the adorable chuuni girl.
“Slurp… chu… mwah,” Atsuko’s technique was sloppy but satisfying to watch.
“_Mmh… chu… chup…” even though she initially protested, Fubuki was returning the kiss by now, betraying that she never truly objected to the idea in the first place. Or perhaps Atsuko was just that good at kissing. I’d believe it.
“Excellent,” I said, “once you feel like you’ve got a good idea of how hydrated they are, you should probably take their measurements. Oh, and you’ll need to remove their uniforms for that, everything but the panties, I think.”
“Sluuurp—pwahh,” Atsuko noisily finished the kiss off by sucking Fubuki’s tongue, “Yeah, good thinking, sensei. Out of all my skills, the one I’m most proud of is being able to accurately determine a woman’s exact measurements—including cup size—with just these miracle makers.” She wiggled her fingers for emphasis.
Oh yeah, she was going to be a great partner-in-crime, I could already tell. She wasted no time undoing all of the ties and fastens holding together Fubuki’s uniform. She even lifted up her arms to slide the top off and tossed it unceremoniously behind her. She didn’t put her arms back down, though, keeping the chuuni’s pits exposed and her sizeable melons perked up. Atsuko did all this while thoroughly sliding her slender fingers along various parts of the lavender-haired cutie’s body as they did their work.
“Y-you bastards,” Fubuki said, breathily and blushing furiously, but remained powerless to Atsuko’s hands as they fondled her breasts, “You’ll pay for this… mnh.” She bit her lip.
Atsuko’s hands wandered down to Fubuki’s hips, and while one worked to undo the skirt clasp at one side, the other was busy caressing her meaty thigh. The clear winners among Fubuki’s features, aside from her adorably edgy personality, were her thighs and breasts, it seemed. Both looked soft and hearty with a wonderful shape.
Once the skirt fell to the floor at Fubuki’s feet, her underwear was fully exposed. They were simple, but wine red in color which paired very well with her hair and eyes and contrasted pleasingly with her pale skin. Interestingly, Fubuki’s nipples seemed to be a bit on the larger end, because surrounding the pasties was a ring of reddish color that was certainly the edge of her areola.
“D-don’t look so much, that’s foul play,” she said, but the bite that had previously been in her tone was nowhere to be found now. Atsuko’s hands truly were miracle workers, because just the act of caressing and touching the shorter demon hunter-in-training in specific ways was enough to have an impact on her resistance.
“Shhh, just relax, Fubuki,” Atsuko said as her hands glided back up to her impressive bust, “it’s just an exam, I need your measurements, and Sensei needs to be able to study you thoroughly.” This last statement was whispered into her ear.
I could visibly see Fubuki shudder as Atsuko’s fingers pressed into the pliable flesh of her breast and slid under the wine-red pasties. She pulled them away slowly but deliberately, making eye contact with me as she did, letting me know this show was all for me. When the nipples were released from their prison, Fubuki’s breasts wobbled slightly as they went back into their neutral position. That was when I discovered that Fubuki had been hiding something very delightful under those meager coverings. Instead of protruding nipples like I expected, there were two slits in the puffy reddish areola where they ought to be. She had inverted nipples.
“Okay, sensei,” Atsuko looked at me, “she is perfectly hydrated and her measurements are stellar. What’s next?”
I took a moment to think about my answer, “I’ll be in charge of measuring more obscure elements integral to using magic and demon hunting as a whole. After testing their hydration and getting their measurements, just leave them to me and move on to the next girl.”
She smiled, “Will do, sensei. How would you like me to leave Fubuki here?”
The chuuni had lost all of her bluster by now, blushing and panting like she was in heat, and knowing how skillful Atsuko’s hands were, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was. She was also looking at me with a clear need in her eyes. She wanted me to do something naughty to her, anything, she was ****. And seeing past her open lips to her cute pink tongue within was making me a little **** too.
“On her knees,” I replied and stepped toward her.
Atsuko gave Fubuki what looked like a pinch on her asscheeks with both hands, then the latter immediately fell to her knees without resistance and was now just staring up at me. My assistant fluidly slipped over to me and began casually removing my robes. When my rigid cock became exposed, I could see Fubuki’s eye sparkle with desire.
I decided to tease her a little. I merely let my shaft drop down and gently smack her face. She inhaled through her nose almost immediately, and she even let out a barely audible whimper. Her flushed cheek was very soft, smooth, and warm.
“First, I think I should check her breath control, what do you think, Atsuko?” I asked.
Fubuki’s eye widened slightly.
“That sounds like a great idea.” Atsuko nodded, her arms wrapped around my waist from behind me and her soft breasts pressed against my bare back. “Having a good breathing technique is essential for meditation.”
Without further delay, I pressed the tip of my cock against Fubuki’s lips. She closed them right away, and even puckered a bit to give it a gentle smooch. Lord have mercy, this girl’s lips were soft. If I hadn’t already gotten worked up by the display earlier, I would have spent more time just letting her kiss my tip. However, she wasn’t the only one who was ****. I, too, was eager to bury my length into her mouth.
And so I did. I pushed forward with my hips and let my length slide into the moist opening. She moaned softly as it entered, vibrating around my cock pleasantly.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I said.
“This girl is really good with her mouth, and I don’t just mean running it,” Atsuko giggled. “I could tell just by the way she kissed me that she’d be good at giving head.”
“Ah, I see you’ve already gotten started,” Another voice said, suddenly. I looked over my shoulder to see the elder Hebija sister approaching us with a group of students behind her. “I was wondering where Fubuki went.”
“Hey, Aki,” Atsuko waved.
Truthfully, I only barely registered Akira’s approach. I was focused on two things: firstly, the amazing feeling of Fubuki generously and expertly sucking on my cock, and secondly the group of students that had just arrived. Every single one of them was sans-uniform, wearing only panties and matching pasties. It was a soft and jiggly paradise and the fact that I was witness to it didn’t seem to perturb any of them. At worst there were many who had their arm over their chest, but this seemed only to be a gesture of embarrassment or politeness at worst and an active tease at best.
But their reactions to the view of Fubuki sucking me off were varied. Cheeks were blushed, heads were low but with upturned gazes, eyes were wide, mouths pursed with intent. One or two of them even licked their lips, and one girl looked excited to have a turn. I simply couldn’t wait to dive crotch-first into that soft sea of half-naked girls.
To that end, I grabbed the sides of Fubuki’s head and began guiding her movement, forcibly sliding my length through the wet tunnel of her mouth. She had no gag reflex, and made little to no effort to stop me from spelunking into her tight throat.
“Glug, gluh, guh…” she sputtered at the movements, her arms limp at her sides and her boobs jiggling with each thrust.
In the meantime, Atsuko had left me to go and perform her assigned duty with the other girls. She did as she had done with Fubuki, testing their hydration first by making out with them one by one. Then she moved on to taking their measurements, a clear excuse to just grope and fondle the girls without a care in the world.
Akira, on the other hand, was busy setting up a curtained-off area for privacy, likely so that she could perform the actual physicals.
But I was balls-deep in Fubuki’s throat, and I could feel myself rapidly approaching climax. With one final thrust, I pulled her head down so that her lips were touching my base and then finally unloaded everything. A torrent of cream, enough to fill a liter-sized glass bottle, was now freely flowing down directly into the chuuni’s stomach.
“Guh! Gulp… gulp…” she sputtered at first, globs of sticky spunk shooting from the sides of her lips and out of her nostrils at first, but she quickly found a rhythm and began swallowing any backflow.
Partway through I decided to pull her off my length to allow her to breathe, but my climax hadn’t ended quite yet, so I used this opportunity to let the rest of my sperm paint her face and tits with a sticky layer white goo. I was like a one-man bukkake video now.
When I had finished my ejaculation, I made sure she was okay, laying her down on the floor to recover from her paralysis and using the bundle of her clothes as a pillow. But then I turned my sights to the sweaty, panting mass of students. Atsuko had left them all in such a heated state and hadn’t bothered to remove their undergarments, likely correctly assuming I would want to do that myself.
It didn’t take long for my cock to recover, and just seeing the girls looking so **** for my approach was enough to have me at full mast yet again. I grinned and walked forward to lose myself in carnal pleasure.
The routine was simple. One by one, I would go to each girl and spend a healthy amount of time squeezing their tits, their asses, their thighs, and just about anywhere I wanted on their bodies. Each of them looked absolutely ecstatic to be receiving any kind of attention from me and I would reward their enthusiasm by next finding some lore-friendly excuse to basically prod each of their best features with my cock.
One girl, whose boobs were even bigger than Shinku’s, gave me a titfuck which was rewarded with a splattering of thick cock-cream. Another girl with an amazingly-shaped rear got her back painted after a rough hot-dogging. Yet another used her dainty and delicate feet to stroke me into a gooey mess. And so on and so forth.
But one process was consistent, I did my best to get introduced to each and every one of them. I’d always been good with memory, so I knew that before long I would know each and every student at this school on a first-name basis. All of them were cute, gorgeous, sexy, and quirky in their own ways, each of them was unique and fleshed out, like real people and I couldn’t wait to start getting to know them better.
Hopefully with Atsuko’s “help”.
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