Chapter Two: Chains and Dreams

The moment Sensei's wrist was grabbed, he felt a chill. Not a physical cold, but a deeper unease. The pink-haired girl before him—Nicole, the gentle, older-sister-like student he knew—was looking at him with an expression he had never seen before. That expression held excitement, calculation, and a kind of fanaticism he couldn't comprehend.

“Nicole, you…” Sensei tried to pull his hand away, but the girl’s strength was extraordinary. Her fingers gripped his wrist tightly, her nails almost digging into his skin.

"Don't rush off, Sensei." Nicole's voice was still sweet, but cloyingly sweet, unnaturally so. She raised her other hand and gently stroked Sensei's cheek. Her fingertips were icy cold.

Sensei looked at the other three. Yukino stood to his left, her long, dark brown hair flowing freely, her red eyes half-closed, a faint smile playing on her lips. On his right was Oto Aoi, a platinum-blonde-haired girl who pushed up non-existent glasses—a gesture she'd made far too many times today, appearing deliberate and odd. Kurumi hid behind, her blonde hair disheveled, her face flushed, but her eyes darted away, avoiding his gaze.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Sensei tried to keep her voice calm, but a slight tremor escaped her lips at the end. "Is the training too stressful? Or..."

"Or what?" Yukino interrupted him, taking a step forward. She was only wearing a vest, unbuttoned, revealing a large expanse of skin. The red marks and bite marks were particularly glaring in the morning light. "Sensei, you're overthinking it. We just... wanted to get closer to you."

Intimacy. The word made Sensei's stomach clench.

He tried to pull his hand away again, this time with even more ****. Nicole's hand loosened for a moment, but immediately clenched again. In that instant, Sensei saw Otoko move.

The girl with platinum blonde short hair glided silently toward the door like a cat. Her movements were so fluid they were almost unnatural, completely unlike the usual Otoko—the always calm but somewhat rigid sniper. She reached the door and reached for the lock.

“Wait—” Sensei tried to stop them, but it was too late.

"Click".

The sound of the bolt sliding into the lock slot was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Otoko turned around, leaning against the door with her arms crossed. Her expression was calm, but something flickered in her green eyes. "Alright," she said, her voice flat, "now we can have a proper 'communication'."

Sensei's heart sank. He looked around the room—four students, four children he had been teaching for almost a year, now surrounding him with unfamiliar eyes. The room was filled with the heavy smell of sex, mixed with sweat and a certain sweet fragrance. The bed was messy, and torn stockings and underwear were scattered on the floor. All of this pointed to a fact he didn't want to admit.

“You…” he took a deep breath, “need help. I’ll go call medical help—”

“We don’t need medical care,” Nicole interrupted him, her fingers sliding from Sensei’s cheek to his chin, gently lifting his face. “We need you, Sensei.”

Her face was very close, and Sensei could smell her breath—a little sweet, a little fishy. Her short pink hair brushed against his cheek, tickling him.

“Let me go,” Sensei said, her voice turning cold this time.

Nicole smiled. Not her usual gentle smile, but a wide grin that showed her teeth. "What if I say no?"

Sensei didn't answer. He suddenly exerted ****, finally breaking free from Nicole's grasp. He took a step back, his back slamming against the desk. The things on the desk crashed to the floor—a few books, a pen, a water glass.

The four girls didn't move. They just looked at him as if he were an animal trapped in a cage.

“Sensei,” Yukino said lazily, “Don’t be so nervous. We won’t hurt you.”

"So what do you want to do?" Sensei asked, his hand stealthily reaching for the communicator in his pocket.

Otoko noticed the movement. She tilted her head: "Sensei, do you want to call for help? Sure. When they get here, we'll say... you did something bad to us."

Sensei's hand froze.

“Four female students, disheveled and covered in marks,” Yukino continued, her fingers lightly tracing the red marks on her neck. “And Sensei, a grown man, was in their room. Who do you think everyone would believe?”

Hu Tao added in a low voice, "They...they locked the door..."

Sensei felt a wave of dizziness. He leaned against the desk, his fingers gripping the edge tightly. The rough, real texture of the wood reminded him that this wasn't a nightmare.

"Why?" he asked softly. "Why do you have to do this?"

Nicole stepped forward, this time not grabbing him, but simply standing in front of him, looking up at him. Her pink fox ears twitched slightly. "Because it's interesting," she said, her eyes flashing brightly. "This body...this life...is too boring. I need some excitement."

“Besides,” Otoko walked over from the doorway and joined the group, “Sensei is a good person. Gentle, responsible, and caring towards students. People like that… are the most fun to play with.”

Yukino walked to Sensei's left and placed her fingers on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Sensei. We'll make you comfortable."

Walnut slowly moved over and stood to Sensei's right. She kept her head down, twisting the hem of her clothes, but finally reached out and gently touched Sensei's arm. "Please...please cooperate with us..."

Four girls, from four directions, surrounded him in the middle.

Sensei closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he had made a decision.

“Okay,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm. “I’ll cooperate.”

Nicole was the first to act.

She knelt down, not on the ground, but at Sensei's feet. The pink-haired girl looked up at him, her hand reaching for his belt. Her fingers trembled slightly—whether from excitement or nervousness, it was hard to tell—but her movements were resolute. The belt buckle was undone, the metal making a soft click.

“Sensei, don’t move,” she said softly.

Sensei didn't move. He stood there, hands at his sides, watching Nicole unzip his pants. The sound of fabric rubbing together was especially clear in the quiet room. He could feel Nicole's warm, moist breath on his lower abdomen.

His pants slipped down, then his underwear. Sensei felt a chill, then Nicole's hand. Her hand was small, soft, with slender fingers. She grasped his, her movements awkward but earnest.

"This is my first time touching one," Nicole murmured, her fingers gently sliding down her fingers. "So this is what it feels like to touch a boy's...

She lowered her head, her short pink hair brushing against Sensei's thigh. Then she opened her mouth and took him in.

Sensei gasped. Warm, moist, soft. Nicole's tongue slid awkwardly, her teeth occasionally brushing against it, causing a slight sting. She was clearly not good at this, but she was trying. One hand continued to hold the base, the other supported his thigh.

Yukino leaned closer to him. The girl with long, dark brown hair pressed against his side, her hand slipping inside his shirt. Her fingers were icy cold as they traced his chest, found his nipple, and gently pinched it.

"Do you feel anything here too, Sensei?" she asked, her voice right next to his ear.

Sensei didn't answer. He bit his lip, trying to stay calm. But his body betrayed him—he was hardening and getting hot in Nicole's mouth.

Otoko joined in. The platinum blonde girl knelt on the other side, her hands on Sensei's buttocks, gently kneading them. Her movements were professional, like a massage, but the purpose was clearly different.

“Your muscles are a little tense,” she said, pressing her fingers firmly. “Relax, Sensei.”

Walnut stood before him, tiptoed, and kissed his chin. A very light kiss, like a bird pecking at food. Her blonde hair brushed against his neck, tickling him.

Four people, four pairs of hands, four mouths. Sensei was surrounded, touched, kissed, and served. He closed his eyes, trying to treat it all as a dream. But the touch was too real, the temperature too real, the smell too real.

Nicole sped up. She learned to circle her tongue, to control the depth. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the floor. Her hands slid along the base of her tongue, in sync with her mouth movements.

Yukino's hand slid from her chest to her back, her nails lightly tracing her spine. Oto's hand slid from her hips to her inner thighs. Kurumi's kiss moved from her chin to her neck, and then to her collarbone.

The pleasure built up, like warm water flowing over his ankles, slowly rising. Sensei's breathing became heavy, his hands gripping the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white.

"Are we going?" Nicole asked vaguely, her mouth still on the ground.

Sensei nodded, unable to speak.

Nico quickened her pace. Yukino bit his earlobe. Oto Aoi's fingers gently pressed the sensitive spots on the inside of his thighs. Kurumi placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

The climax came suddenly and violently. Sensei's body tensed, then relaxed. Nicole didn't flinch; she swallowed most of it, but some spilled from the corner of her mouth and dripped down her chin.

She looked up, her short pink hair sticking to her face. She licked her lips and smiled: "Salty."

Then she stood up, her legs a little numb, and she swayed slightly. Yukino helped her up.

"It's my turn," Yukino said.

Yukino had Sensei sit on the bed. The girl with long, dark brown hair stood before him, slowly taking off her vest. Her breasts were exposed to the air, her nipples erect. She straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“It’s my turn this time,” she said, and then kissed him.

This kiss was far more skilled than Nico's. Tongues probed in, entwining and teasing. Sensei responded passively, unsure where to place her hands, finally resting them gently on Yukino's waist. Her waist was slender, her skin smooth.

Yukino's hips began to sway, rubbing her genitals against Sensei's legs. She could feel his reaction—he was hard again. She smiled, pulled away from his lips, and pressed her forehead against his.

“Sensei is in good health,” she said, her breath brushing against his face.

She adjusted her position, reaching down to guide him inside. Slowly, inch by inch. Sensei could feel the tightness, warmth, and moisture. Yukino bit her lip, her brow furrowing slightly, but quickly relaxing.

"Ha..." she exhaled, and then began to move.

She rose and fell, swayed back and forth. Her long hair swayed with her movements, the ends brushing against Sensei's face. Her breasts swayed in front of him, the nipples brushing against his chest. She rested one hand on his shoulder, the other between her legs, her fingers rubbing her clitoris.

Nicole wasn't idle. She knelt beside Sensei, placing her hands on his legs and gently stroking them. Otoko sat on the other side, her fingers circling Sensei's back. Kurumi stood behind him, her hands on Sensei's shoulders, gently massaging him.

The pleasure built up again. This time it was slower, more lingering. Yukino's movements were rhythmic, not fast, but each time deep. She could feel the fullness inside her, each penetration reaching the deepest point.

“Sensei…” she murmured, her voice breathless, “Inside…it’s so full…”

Her hips swayed faster, her buttocks slapping against Sensei's thighs with soft slapping sounds. Love juices gushed out, wetting both of their legs.

Sensei's hand slid from Yukino's waist to her hips. Her hips were soft and elastic. He gently kneaded them, his fingers digging into the flesh. Yukino groaned, and his movements quickened.

"I'm...I'm going to go..." she said, her body beginning to tremble.

Sensei was also nearing his limit. He hugged Yukino tightly and thrust upwards with all his might. Yukino screamed—not a scream of pain, but a scream of release. Her body contracted violently, clamping tightly around him.

Both of them reached climax at the same time.

Yukino collapsed onto Sensei, panting heavily. Sweat clung to their skin. Sensei could feel her heartbeat—fast and heavy.

After a while, Yukino slowly got up and got off him. Her love juices flowed down her thighs and dripped onto the floor. Her legs went weak, and she almost fell, but Nico caught her.

Nico helped Yukino to sit down on the edge of the bed, her long, dark brown hair clinging to her sweat-dampened back. She was panting, her face flushed from the afterglow of her orgasm, but her eyes were still frighteningly bright.

"It's my turn," Otoko said, her voice still calm, but her breathing a little erratic.

The platinum blonde-haired girl walked up to Sensei, but didn't act immediately like the previous two. She tilted her head, her green eyes scrutinizing him.

"Is Sensei tired?" she asked.

Sensei sat on the bed, propping himself up with his hands. He was indeed a little tired, but more than that, he was confused. Everything in front of him felt unreal.

"I..." he began, but didn't know what to say.

Yin Kui didn't wait for his answer. She turned and walked to the large bed that had been pushed together in the center of the room. The sheets were crumpled beyond recognition and covered in various dark water stains. She climbed onto the bed, lay down in the middle, spread her legs, and placed her hands at her sides.

“Come here,” she said, looking at the ceiling.

Nicole smiled. The girl with short pink hair climbed onto the bed and lay down to Otoko's left. She turned to her side, propped her head up with her hand, and looked at Sensei. "Yeah, Sensei, come on."

Yukino slowly stood up, her legs still a little weak, but she still walked to the bedside. She lay down to Otoko's right, her long, dark brown hair spread out on the sheets. She patted the spot next to her: "Kurumi, come here."

Kurumi hesitated for a moment, but still climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Yukino. The blonde girl curled up, her face flushed, but her eyes were secretly glancing at Sensei.

Four people lay side by side on the bed, four pairs of eyes looking at him.

“Sensei, come up here yourself,” Nicole said in a sweet voice. “Choose one. Or…choose both.”

Yukino smiled, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of her thigh, from her knee down to her groin. Her over-the-knee black stockings were ripped beyond recognition, revealing large expanses of skin. "Choose me, Sensei. Didn't you like it just now?"

Otoko didn't say anything, but simply spread her legs wider. Her cycling shorts clung tightly to her body, clearly revealing her lower body.

Hu Tao whispered, "I...I can too..."

Sensei looked at them. Four girls, four young bodies, four faces both familiar and unfamiliar. Desire surged within him, mixed with confusion, unease, and a certain excitement he didn't want to admit.

He stood up and walked to the bedside.

"Who should we choose..." Nicole deliberately drew out her words, "Could it be that Sensei... can't decide?"

Yukino chimed in, "Or is it that Sensi is no longer up to it? He's already done after only two tries?"

These words pierced Sensei's ears like needles. He looked down at Yukino, the girl with long, dark brown hair, who was looking at him with a defiant gaze and a smile on her lips.

"I can't?" he repeated, his voice low.

“Isn’t that right?” Nicole propped herself up, her short pink hair cascading over her shoulders. “You’re already tired after just two times. But we… can still go on.”

Otoko calmly added, "From a physiological point of view, it is indeed possible for men to have multiple sexual encounters in a short period of time, which may lead to erectile dysfunction or premature ejaculation. But Sensei is still young, so it shouldn't be the case."

Hu Tao whispered, "Sensei... good luck..."

These words, these glances, these gestures... Sensei felt a surge of heat rise from his abdomen and rush downwards. He felt himself hard, harder than ever before, throbbing painfully.

“Who says I can’t do it?” he said, his voice carrying a fierceness he himself didn’t realize.

He climbed into bed, and his first target was Yukino.

Before the girl with long, dark brown hair could react, Sensei pinned her down. He parted her legs, and without any foreplay or gentleness, thrust himself inside.

"Ah!" Yukino screamed, not from pain, but from surprise. It was too deep, too full, reaching the very deepest point.

Sensei began to move, fast and hard. Each thrust brought out a large amount of love juice, splashing onto the sheets. Yukino's legs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin.

“Yes…that’s it…” she gasped, “Push…Sensei…push harder…”

Nicole watched from the side, her hand reaching between her legs, her fingers rubbing rapidly. Her short pink hair swayed with her body, and she let out soft moans. Oto Aoi turned to the side, placing her hand on Yukino's breast, kneading and pulling at her nipple. Kurumi curled up beside her, her eyes wide open, her hand to her mouth as if biting her finger.

Yukino quickly reached her climax. Her body trembled violently, her vagina gripping Sensei tightly, as if trying to suck him in. Her love juices gushed out, wetting their point of contact.

Sensei didn't stop. He pulled it out and turned to Nicole.

The girl with short pink hair was ready. She proactively opened her legs, placed her hands on Sensei's waist, and guided him inside. "Come on, Sensei...give it to me..."

This time, Sensei's actions were even more brutal. He practically pinned Nicole to the bed, each thrust causing the bed frame to creak. Nicole's moans turned into screams, then into intermittent whimpers. Her hands flailed in the air, finally grabbing onto Otoko's hand.

"Ah...ah...I'm going to die...Sensei...I'm going to die..."

Yin Kui watched calmly, her other hand rapidly rubbing Nicole's clitoris. The stimulation with three fingers quickly brought Nicole to her breaking point. Her body arched and then fell heavily back down, the orgasm coming fiercely and suddenly.

Sensei continued. He turned to Otoaki.

The platinum blonde-haired girl looked at him, a calculating glint in her green eyes. "My sensitive spots are mainly the G-spot and two centimeters above the clitoris. I suggest stimulating them simultaneously."

Sensei ignored her analysis. When he entered, Otoko's body stiffened slightly, but quickly relaxed. She was indeed very sensitive, reacting noticeably with each penetration. Her breathing became heavy, her hands gripping the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

“The frequency… can be a little faster…” she said, but her voice was already unsteady.

Sensei quickened her pace. Otoko's analytical abilities crumbled in the face of climax. Her body began to sway uncontrollably, and she uttered incoherent sounds. When the climax came, she didn't even have a warning—her body suddenly tensed, then trembled violently, and her love juice gushed out.

Lastly, it's walnuts.

The blonde girl was terrified, but also incredibly excited. She watched Sensei approach, her body trembling slightly.

"Sensei... be gentle..."

Sensei was not gentle. When he entered, Hu Tao's tears flowed, but quickly turned into moans. Her body was smaller than the other three, and when he entered, she felt a pain of being filled, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure.

"Ah...ah...it's too big...Sensei...it's too big..."

Kurumi's hands flailed in the air, finally grabbing Yukino's. Yukino turned and held her hand, while her other hand kneaded Kurumi's breast. Nico and Otoko also moved closer, their hands caressing Kurumi's body, stimulating her sensitive spots.

Under the quadruple stimulation, Hu Tao quickly reached orgasm. Her body curled up and then unfolded, thrashing like a fish out of water. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, soaking the sheets and her own thighs.

Sensei finally released. He could feel every contraction of her body as he ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, he collapsed onto her, panting heavily.

The four girls were also lying on the bed, completely exhausted.

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the room.

After a long while, Nicole moved first. The girl with short pink hair turned to the side, placed her hand on Sensei's back, and gently stroked it.

“Sensei is indeed… very impressive,” she said, her voice hoarse.

Yukino rolled over, her long, dark brown hair spread across the sweat-soaked sheets. She reached out and poked Sensei's side, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Who said Sensei couldn't do it? Hmm? Now who's lying here unable to move?"

Yin Kui lay flat on her back, her platinum blonde short hair sticking messily to her forehead. Her breathing had calmed down, but the dazed look in her green eyes hadn't completely faded. "According to the data just now, Sensei's duration and intensity both exceeded the average standard. Especially in the final stage, the degree of penile swelling increased by about thirty-seven percent, which is likely a physiological response to verbal stimulation."

Walnut was still curled up beneath Sensei, the blonde girl sobbing softly, but her body clung tightly to Sensei, unwilling to let him leave. "Sensei...it's so hot inside...it's still beating..."

Nicole's hand slid from Sensei's back to his buttocks, gently kneading them. "So, Sensei," she said in a low voice, with a dangerous sweetness, "you see how well we work together. You make us feel good, and we make you feel good. Isn't that wonderful?"

Sensei tried to sit up, but his arms were weak. He looked down at Walnut beneath him; the blonde girl's eyes were wet, her expression complex—a mixture of satisfaction, shame, and a kind of dependence he couldn't understand.

"Get up," he said, his voice weary.

"No, please." Yukino hugged him from behind, her breasts pressed against his back. Her arms encircled his waist, her fingers tracing circles on his lower abdomen. "Sensei, you've ejaculated so much...aren't you tired? Lie down a little longer."

Yin Kui sat up, her movements somewhat slow. She looked down at her crotch; her cycling shorts were soaked with vaginal fluid and semen, a dark patch. Calmly, she pulled off the shorts, threw them on the ground, and then lay back down, her legs spread wide. "It definitely needs cleaning. But before that, I think it's necessary to clarify the follow-up arrangements."

Nicole sat up too, her short pink hair sticking to her cheeks. She crawled in front of Sensei, cupped his face in her hands, and **** him to look at her. "Listen, Sensei. This isn't over yet."

Sensei looked at her. Her pink fox ears twitched slightly, and her eyes held an undisguised possessiveness.

“From this day forward,” Nicole said, enunciating each word clearly, “you belong to us. Understand?”

Yukino tightened her grip, her nails lightly scraping against Sensei's skin. "We'll find you. Anytime, anywhere. You have to cooperate."

Otoko added, "According to the college's regulations, once an inappropriate relationship between a teacher and a student is exposed, the teacher will bear full responsibility. Considering the consistency of our four testimonies, Sensei should understand the consequences."

Hu Tao whispered, "I...I don't want to hurt Sensi...but...but I still want...to be like this with Sensi..."

Sensei closed his eyes. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, mixed with absurdity, anger, and a shameful lingering attachment. When he opened his eyes again, he made a decision.

"Okay," he said. "I agree."

The four girls laughed at the same time. Their smiles contained victory, satisfaction, and something deeper.

Nicole released his hand and planted a kiss on his lips. "Good boy."

Then she looked at the others: "Well then, that's enough for today. Sensei should go back and rest."

Yukino reluctantly released her arms. Oto Aoi got up, picked up Sensei's pants from the ground, and handed them to him. Kurumi slowly moved out from under him, her legs so weak she almost fell over.

Sensei put on his clothes mechanically. He walked to the door and placed his hand on the doorknob.

“Wait,” Nicole said.

Sensei turned around.

The girl with short pink hair tilted her head, smiling sweetly: "See you tomorrow, Sensei. Remember... be there whenever you need me."

Sensei didn't answer. He opened the door—this time the lock was open—and went out.

The corridor was deserted. He leaned against the wall for a while, waiting until his legs stopped trembling, before slowly walking towards his dormitory.

Back in his room, he went straight into the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and poured it over himself from head to toe. The water was cold, but he needed the cold to wake himself up.

After taking a shower, he collapsed onto the bed and almost immediately lost consciousness.

***

The next morning, Sensei was awakened by the ringing of his communicator.

He sat up, his head throbbing. Sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains, stinging his eyes. He picked up his communicator; a message appeared on the screen:

Today's schedule: 9:00 AM, FOX team tactical review. Location: Training Ground 3.

Sensei stared at the screen for a long time. Then he got up, dressed, and washed up. The person in the mirror had faint dark circles under his eyes and looked tired.

He walked out of the dormitory and headed towards the third training field.

Four girls were already waiting on the training field.

Nicole was dressed in standard SRT training gear—a red tactical vest, a black skirt, and black stockings. Her short pink hair fluttered gently in the morning breeze as she expertly inspected the Remington 870 shotgun in her hands.

Yukino stood beside her, her long, dark brown hair tied in a high ponytail, her knee-high black stockings gleaming delicately in the sunlight. The HK416 rifle in her hand had been disassembled and was undergoing routine maintenance.

Yin Kui sat on a box to the side, her platinum blonde short hair neatly combed. Parts of a Barrett M107 sniper rifle were on her lap, and she held cleaning tools in her hand, her movements meticulous.

Walnut was warming up in the distance, her blonde hair tied in pigtails, her knee-high black stockings stretching with her movements. She saw Sensei, paused for a moment, and then quickly looked away.

Everything seemed... terribly normal.

"Sensei, good morning." Nicole looked up, her smile gentle and polite, completely unlike the girl with the fanatical eyes from last night.

"Good morning," Sensei said, her voice a little hoarse.

Yukino loaded her rifle and stood up. "Regarding last week's urban warfare training, I believe there were obvious flaws in the third squad's flanking maneuver. If we had set up crossfire here..." She began to explain the tactics, her tone calm and professional.

Yin Kui continued, "According to the ballistic simulation, my sniping position can cover the entire B area. But the blind spot is at this corner." She took out her tablet and brought up the map.

After finishing her warm-up, Hu Tao came over and whispered, "I was in charge of the frontal ****, but my choice of cover was flawed. If we had used the abandoned vehicle on the right, our survival rate would have increased by twenty percent."

Sensei listened and watched. Their performance was flawless—diligent students, excellent warriors, members of the SRT elite squad.

Everything that happened last night felt like a bizarre dream.

The lesson lasted an hour. Sensei explained the key tactical points, and they listened attentively, asked questions, and took notes. During the break, Nicole even took out some rice balls she had made and shared them with everyone—a habit she always had.

"Sensei, would you like one too?" Nicole handed over a rice ball with a warm smile.

Sensei took it and took a bite. It tasted great; the rice was cooked to the perfect consistency, and the pickled plum inside was sweet and sour, making it very appetizing.

"Is it good?" Nicole asked, her eyes curving into crescents.

“…It’s delicious,” Sensei said.

After the class ended, the four girls packed up their gear and prepared to leave. Sensei stood there, watching their retreating figures.

Maybe it really was a dream. Maybe it was just a hallucination caused by too much stress. Maybe—

Nicole suddenly turned around.

The other three had already walked a few steps away. The girl with short pink hair walked back alone and stopped in front of Sensei. She looked up at him, her smile still gentle, but something flashed in her eyes.

She tiptoed and leaned close to Sensei's ear. Her warm breath brushed against his skin.

“Sensei had a good time last night, didn’t he?” she said in a voice only the two of them could hear. “Hu Tao is a little unsteady on her feet today. Honestly, Sensei is too rough.”

Sensei's body stiffened.

Nicole took a step back, her smile unchanged. "Well then, see you tomorrow, Sensei." She winked. "Tonight... we might come to see you. Be prepared."

After saying that, she turned and ran towards the other three, her short pink hair bouncing in the sunlight.

Sensei stood still, the rice ball in her hand falling to the ground.

It's not a dream.

It's not a dream at all.

Sensei bent down to pick up the rice ball, his fingers trembling slightly. He stared at the slightly deformed ball of rice, then slowly raised his head to look at the four figures receding into the distance. Nico was talking to Yukino, who was leaning on her arm, her dark brown ponytail swaying gently with each step. Oto Aoi was walking slightly ahead, holding a tablet, seemingly continuing to analyze the tactical data from earlier. Kurumi brought up the rear, her blonde twin ponytails bouncing with each step; she occasionally glanced back at the training field before quickly turning away again.

Everything was normal.

Besides Nicole's words, which were like a cold needle piercing Sensei's spine.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He tossed the rice ball into the nearby trash can and turned to walk towards the college's office building. People came and went in the corridor; students hurried past carrying textbooks. A few younger students saw him and politely nodded in greeting, "Hello, Sensei."

“Okay,” Sensei replied mechanically.

He needs to confirm some things.

Pushing open the office door, he found it empty. His desk was piled high with tactical reports awaiting approval, the top one being the FOX team's training summary from the previous week—neat handwriting, insightful analysis, and reasonable suggestions. Four names were signed in the lower right corner: Yukino Nanata, Nico, Kurumi, and Oto Aoi.

Sensei picked up the report, her fingers tracing the familiar handwriting. Yukino's handwriting was strong and powerful, each stroke carrying her characteristic decisiveness. Nico's handwriting was rounded and neat, like the gentle impression she usually gave. Kurumi's handwriting was slightly crooked, but very serious. Oto Aoi's handwriting was as standard as printed text.

He opened the report and read through it page by page. Tactical analysis, summary of mistakes, improvement plans... every item was impeccably written. This was the FOX squad he knew, one of SRT's best tactical squads.

But last night...

Sensei put down the report and walked to the window. Looking out from the third-floor window, she could see a corner of the training field. The four girls had already disappeared among the buildings. The sunlight was bright, and other teams were training on the field, their commands faintly audible.

He stood there for a long time until the lunch break bell rang.

There was another class in the afternoon, a tactical theory lesson for the other squads. Sensei **** himself to concentrate, standing on the podium explaining the key points of urban warfare. The students listened attentively, took notes, and asked questions. Everything was as usual.

But Sensei's attention would always wander involuntarily. He would suddenly remember Nico's eyes when she held his face, the feel of Yukino's breasts when she hugged him from behind, the calm voice of Oto Aoi analyzing sex data, and the way Kurumi sobbed softly but clung tightly to him.

“Sensei?” A student raised his hand. “I have a question about the flank cover you just talked about…”

Sensei snapped out of her daze: "What?"

"How should the covering team adjust their firing range if it is blocked by obstacles?"

It took Sensei three seconds to bring his thoughts back to the lesson. "We could try... changing our standing height, or using smoke grenades to create a visual barrier..."

The class ended at four in the afternoon. As Sensei was packing up his lesson plans, his fingers touched the communicator in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at it; there was an unread message on the screen.

Sent at: 3:47 PM.

From: Nicole.

Content: See you at the usual place tonight at 8 PM. Remember to take a shower! ^_^

Sensei stared at the message, his fingers tightening. The communicator's plastic casing creaked slightly.

The usual place. Their dormitory.

Should he go? Or should he refuse? Or should he... report it?

What are you reporting? Are you reporting that his four students locked him in his room last night, took turns having sex with him, and then acted perfectly normal this morning? Are you reporting what Nicole said to him on the training field just now?

Who would believe that?

Even if someone believed it, what would the consequences be? The FOX team would be investigated, and their futures could be ruined. And he, as a teacher, staying in a student's room late at night, would be impossible to explain.

Sensei put the communicator back in his pocket and walked out of the classroom. The corridor was nearly deserted; the setting sun streamed in through the windows, turning the floor orange-red.

He returned to his dormitory, closed the door, and stood with his back against the door for a while. Then he walked to the bed, sat down, and covered his face with his hands.

Eight o'clock.

There are still more than three hours left.

What should he do?

Time ticked by. Sensei took a shower, changed his clothes, and sat down at his desk to try and grade assignments, but he couldn't concentrate on a single word. At 7:30, he stood up and paced around the room.

At 7:50, he walked to the door and put his hand on the doorknob.

At 7:55, he opened the door and went out.

The college was quiet at night. The streetlights were on, casting a dim, yellowish glow on the pavement. Occasionally, a student would hurry by, carrying books or training equipment. No one noticed him.

FOX's dormitory was on the west side of the college, separated from the other teams' dormitories by a small grove of trees. As Sensei walked through the grove, he could hear the rustling of leaves in the wind. His footsteps were light on the gravel path, but to his own ears, they sounded surprisingly loud.

They arrived at the dormitory building. He stood downstairs and looked up at the window on the fourth floor. The curtains were drawn, but light shone through the gaps.

They were waiting for him.

Sensei walked into the building and went up the stairs. Every step felt like walking on cotton, unreal. He stopped in front of the door on the fourth floor, raised his hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and then knocked.

The door opened immediately.

It wasn't Nico who opened the door, it was Yukino.

The girl with long, dark brown hair had changed out of her training clothes and was wearing a black slip dress. The dress was very short, just past her upper thighs, and she was still wearing over-the-knee black stockings, which shimmered delicately under the corridor lights. She leaned against the door frame, her red eyes scanning Sensei up and down, a smile playing on her lips.

“You’re on time, Sensei,” she said lazily. “Come in.”

Sensei went inside. The room had been cleaned—the sheets had been changed, the clutter on the floor had been cleared away, and a faint scent of cleaning agents filled the air, masking the lingering smell from last night.

Nicole emerged from the bathroom, her short pink hair still wet, and she was only wrapped in a towel. Her eyes lit up when she saw Sensei: "Ah, Sensei's here. I just finished showering."

Otoko sat at her desk, wearing a white bathrobe, her platinum blonde hair still dripping wet. She was drying her hair with a towel when she saw Sensei and nodded. "Good evening, Sensei. Please have a seat."

Walnut was curled up in the corner of the bed, wearing pajamas with a little fox pattern, her blonde hair loose. She was hugging a pillow, and when she saw Sensei come in, her face turned red, and she buried her face in the pillow.

Everything seemed... both normal and abnormal.

“Well then,” Yukino closed the door and locked it. The sound of the latch sliding into the lock made Sensei’s heart skip a beat. “What does Sensei want to do first?”

Nicole walked over, a towel loosely wrapped around her body, revealing her collarbone and a large expanse of her chest. She reached out and took Sensei's hand: "Help me dry my hair first, Sensei. I can't do it by myself."

Sensei was pulled to sit on the edge of the bed by Nicole. Nicole brought a hairdryer, shoved it into his hand, and then sat on the floor between his legs with her back to him. His short pink hair was wet and clung to his scalp, and his fox ears drooped, making him look much softer than usual.

Sensei turned on the hairdryer, and warm air blew out. He ran his fingers through Nicole's hair, his movements a little clumsy. Nicole's hair was soft and smelled of shampoo—a sweet, floral-fruity scent.

"Has Sensei ever blow-dried other people's hair before?" Nicole asked, her voice muffled by the noise of the hairdryer.

“No,” Sensei said.

“Then I’m the first one.” Nicole laughed, leaning back against his legs. “That’s great.”

Yukino walked over and sat down next to Sensei. She turned her head to watch him blow-dry Nico's hair, her fingers idly twirling a strand of her own long hair. "Sensei is so gentle. Even last night, although he was a bit rough, he always ended up hugging us."

Otoko dried her hair and came over. She sat down on the other side of Sensei, her robe collar open, revealing a white tank top underneath. "From my observation, Sensei has a brief period of gentleness after sex. This may be due to a sense of responsibility or guilt."

Hu Tao whispered, "I...I like it when Sensei hugs me..."

Sensei paused. The hairdryer continued to blow hot air, gradually drying Nicole's hair until it became fluffy and soft. He turned off the hairdryer, and the room suddenly became quiet.

Nicole turned around, knelt on the ground, and looked up at him. Her short pink hair was loose and fluffy, and her eyes sparkled. "Thank you, Sensei," she said, then leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Yukino placed her hand on Sensei's shoulder. "Well then, it's my turn next." She said, straddling Sensei's lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Sensei promised last night that he'd be there whenever you called."

Her nightgown was thin, and Sensei could clearly feel the warmth between her legs. Her over-the-knee black stockings rubbed against his trousers, making a soft rustling sound.

"I want to be gentle today," Yukino whispered in his ear. "Is that okay, Sensei?"

Sensei looked at her. The girl with long, dark brown hair had her eyes half-closed, her expression languid and alluring. Her fox ears twitched slightly, awaiting his answer.

He should have refused. He should have stood up, left, and reported everything.

But he didn't.

He nodded.

Yukino smiled and kissed him. The kiss was slow and gentle, completely different from the intensity of the night before. Her tongue gently probed in, licking his teeth, then withdrew, then returned. This repeated several times, like playing some kind of game.

Nicole stood up and took off her towel. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and her body gleamed healthily in the light. She climbed onto the bed, lay on her side, propped her head up with her hand, and watched them.

Yin Kui stood up and unbuttoned her robe. Underneath, she wore a simple white tank top and shorts. She walked to the desk, picked up a notebook and pen, and then sat back down on the bed. "I'll record tonight's data. Please continue, don't worry about me."

Hu Tao was still curled up in the corner of the bed, but her eyes were secretly watching this side. Her hands were gripping the hem of her pajamas, her fingers twisting tightly.

Sensei placed his hand on Yukino's waist. The fabric of the nightgown was smooth, and the skin beneath it was even smoother. He slowly lifted the hem of the skirt, his hand slipping inside, touching the top of the stockings, and then the bare skin of her thigh above the stockings.

Yukino's body trembled slightly. "Sensei's hands... are so warm..."

She began unbuttoning Sensei's shirt, one button, two buttons, three buttons. Her fingers occasionally brushed against his skin, sending a slight shiver down her spine. After unbuttoning, her hand slid inside, caressing his chest, finding his nipple, and gently pinching it.

“Sensei… I can feel it here too,” she murmured.

Sensei didn't answer. His hand continued upwards, lifting the nightgown to reveal Yukino's breasts. Her B-cup breasts appeared small and perky under the light, the nipples light brown and already erect. He lowered his head and took one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the nipple.

“Ah…” Yukino looked up and grabbed his hair.

Nicole rolled over on the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her hands slid between her legs, her fingers probing inside her, slowly thrusting in and out. Her short pink hair swayed with the movement, and she let out soft moans.

Yin Kui was writing something intently in her notebook, occasionally glancing up before looking down again to continue. Her expression was very focused, as if she were recording some important experimental data.

Hu Tao finally couldn't resist and slowly moved closer. She knelt beside Sensei, gently placing her hand on his leg, and whispered, "Sensei... me too..."

Sensei released Yukino's breast and turned to look at Kurumi. The blonde girl's face was flushed, her eyes were wet, and she looked at him like a small animal. He reached out and patted her head, and Kurumi immediately rubbed against his palm.

Yukino laughed and got off Sensei's lap. "Okay, I'll let you have a turn." She lay down next to Nico and reached for Nico's breasts, kneading them.

Hu Tao carefully straddled Sensei's lap. Her movements were slow and gentle, as if afraid of hurting him. The fabric of her pajama bottoms rubbed against his legs, and she could feel his erection.

“Sensei…” she whispered, placing her hand on his chest, “I…I like Sensei…”

Then she lowered her head and kissed him. The kiss was awkward and light, just lips touching lips. But Sensei could feel her trembling, her nervousness, her...desire.

He embraced her and deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped inside, startling Hu Tao, but she quickly responded. Her arms encircled his neck, and she pressed her body even closer.

Sensei unbuttoned Kurumi's pajamas one button at a time, revealing a white cotton bra underneath. Her breasts were smaller than Yukino's and Nico's, but cutely shaped, with pale pink nipples that were now erect with excitement. Sensei's hand covered them, her palm feeling the soft mounds and firm nipples. Kurumi's body trembled violently, and a soft whimper escaped her throat.

“Sensei…be gentle…” she pleaded softly, but her body involuntarily arched forward, causing her breasts to sink deeper into his palms.

Yukino and Nico had rolled to the other side of the bed, their bodies entangled. Yukino's hand slipped between Nico's legs, her fingers expertly sliding down her thighs, while Nico bit Yukino's shoulder, her short pink hair swaying with each movement. Their moans mingled, mingling with the rustling of the sheets.

Otoko's pen moved quickly across the notebook. "Kurumi's physiological response is significantly stronger than last night. Her heart rate has risen from 72 beats per minute to 110, her breathing rate has increased, and her skin temperature has risen by about 1.5 degrees Celsius." She looked up and pushed up her non-existent glasses. "Sensei, you can try stimulating the area behind Kurumi's ears. According to the data, this area has additional sensitive nerve endings in fox-type subhumans."

Sensei followed the advice. His lips left Walnut's lips, tracing down her jawline, across her neck, and finally stopping behind her ear. He gently licked that spot with the tip of his tongue, and Walnut's body immediately trembled violently.

"Ah! There...no...too sensitive..." Hu Tao's voice was trembling with sobs, but her hands gripped Sensei's shirt tightly, her nails almost digging into the fabric.

Her fox ears—those golden, furry ears—were pressed tightly against her head, trembling slightly as Sensei licked them. Sensei could smell their distinctive scent, a blend of shampoo and something more primal, animalistic.

“Data verification.” Yin Kui ticked a box in her notebook. “Stimulation behind the ear caused the heart rate to rise further to 128 beats per minute, and the pupils dilated significantly. Continue is recommended.”

Sensei's hand slid down from Walnut's chest, lifted the hem of her pajamas, and slipped inside her pajama bottoms. His fingers easily found the patch of golden pubic hair, then her already moist labia. Walnut's legs clamped tightly together, but Sensei's hand was already inside.

"Ugh..." Hu Tao buried her face in Sensei's shoulder and began to sway her body slightly.

His fingers parted her labia, found her clitoris, and gently pressed it with his fingertips. Walnut's breathing immediately quickened, and her hips arched upwards uncontrollably. Sensei could feel the heat within her body, and the constant flow of her love juices, which wet his fingers.

“I want…Sensei to come in…” Kurumi’s voice was barely audible, but clear enough.

Sensei unzipped his pants, revealing his already erect penis. He held Hu Tao's waist, guiding her to slowly sit down. The entry was slow; Hu Tao's body was tight, and with each thrust, she could feel the resistance and envelopment of her inner walls.

"Ah...ah...slower...Sensei...it's too big..." Hu Tao's tears flowed, but her arms were tightly wrapped around Sensei's neck, her body completely relaxed, letting him control her.

When they were fully inside each other, they both paused for a few seconds. Sensei could feel every fold of Kurumi's body, and her muscles trembling slightly with tension. Kurumi, on the other hand, felt an unprecedented sense of fullness, as if her entire body was being filled.

Then Sensei started moving. Slow, deep thrusts. Each time he reached the deepest point, each withdrawal brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid. Walnut's moans went from suppressed to unrestrained, finally turning into intermittent cries.

“Sensei…Sensei…There…it’s there…ah…”

Yukino and Nico had stopped caressing each other and lay side by side, watching Kurumi rise and fall on Sensei. Yukino's hands were between her legs, her fingers rubbing together rapidly. Nico, meanwhile, turned to kiss Yukino's neck, her hands kneading her breasts.

"Walnut looks so comforting," Yukino said, panting.

"It's my turn next." Nicole licked her lips.

Yin Kui's pen didn't stop. "During intercourse, Hu Tao's muscle contraction frequency was 42 times per minute, higher than last night's 38 times. The amount of vaginal lubrication also increased by about 20%. This may be related to the level of psychological relaxation."

Walnut's climax came quickly. Her body suddenly tensed, then trembled violently, her vagina gripping Sensei's penis tightly, as if trying to suck him in. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing down their point of contact and wetting Sensei's pants and the sheets.

Sensei didn't ejaculate. He waited for Hu Tao's climax to subside before slowly withdrawing. Hu Tao lay slumped in his arms, her body still twitching slightly, her eyes unfocused.

“Next.” Yukino had already sat up, her long, dark brown hair slightly disheveled. She took off her nightgown, revealing black lace lingerie and knee-high black stockings underneath. She walked up to Sensei, hooking her fingers around his chin. “My turn, Sensei.”

Sensei gently placed Hu Tao on the bed, and Hu Tao immediately curled up, hugging the pillow, her eyes half-closed, still immersed in the afterglow.

Yukino straddled Sensei's lap, this time without underwear. Her black lace lingerie made her skin appear even whiter, and her over-the-knee black stockings gleamed alluringly under the light. She grasped Sensei's penis directly, aligned it with her entrance, and slowly sat down.

"Hmm..." Yukino tilted her head back and let out a satisfied sigh.

Her body was firmer and more muscular than Walnut's. Sensei could clearly feel the contraction of her thigh and gluteal muscles as she began to move up and down. Her movements were rhythmic, not fast, but each one deep and powerful.

“Sensei was quite rough last night.” Yukino leaned down, placing her hands on Sensei’s shoulders, her red eyes looking directly at him. “Can you be gentler today?”

But her own movements were anything but gentle. Her hips swayed wildly, her buttocks slapping against Sensei's thighs with a slapping sound. The black stockings stretched and straightened with the movements, clearly revealing the lines of the muscles beneath.

Sensei's hand gripped her buttocks, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He thrust upwards, matching her rhythm. Yukino's moans grew louder and more wanton, completely unlike the calm and decisive captain she usually was.

"Ah...ah...Sensei...harder...harder..."

Nico crawled over and knelt next to Sensei. She took Sensei's hand and guided it to Yukino's breasts. "Rub here, Sensei. Yukino likes it a little rough."

Sensei did as he was told. He kneaded Yukino's breasts forcefully, feeling their softness even through her lace lingerie. Yukino's nipples were already hard and painful, making noticeable protrusions against the fabric.

“Yes…that’s it…” Yukino’s hips swayed faster. “We’re going…Sensei…with me…”

Sensei felt the urge to ejaculate rising within him. He held Yukino tightly, thrusting upwards a few times before releasing. Hot semen shot into Yukino's body, and she could clearly feel the impact of that heat.

Both reached climax simultaneously. Yukino's body trembled violently, her fingernails scratching red marks on Sensei's back. Her moans turned into screams, then into intermittent sobs.

Afterwards, Yukino collapsed onto Sensei, panting heavily. Sweat clung to their skin, and a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid dripped from between her legs.

“My turn.” Nicole couldn’t wait any longer. The pink-haired girl helped Yukino to the side, then straddled Sensei’s lap. Her body was completely wet, and there was almost no resistance when she entered.

Nico's movements were completely different from Yukino's. Instead of swaying up and down, she rubbed back and forth, using her genitals to rub against Sensei's penis. Her waist twisted like a snake, and her hands were placed on her chest, kneading her breasts.

“Sensei…look here…” She lifted the bath towel—actually, the towel had already fallen off; she was just making a gesture—revealing her entire body. “Do you like it? My body…”

Sensei didn't answer. He placed his hand on Nicole's waist, assisting her movements. Nicole's body was hot and wet, and each friction brought intense pleasure.

Otokui finally put down her notebook.

The platinum blonde-haired girl stood up and took off her robe and the tank top and shorts underneath. Her body appeared slender and well-proportioned under the light, her skin so white it was almost translucent, with only the patch of platinum blonde hair on her chest and between her legs adding a touch of color. She walked to the bedside, and instead of joining in as the others did, she knelt behind Sensei and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Sensei’s back muscles are very tense.” Otoko’s voice remained calm, but her fingers had already begun massaging his shoulders and neck. “I suggest you relax. Excessive muscle tension can affect the quality of sex.”

Her fingers pressed firmly on the pressure points around Sensei's shoulder blades. Sensei felt a slight soreness, followed by relaxation. Nicole continued to rub against his legs, her short pink hair swaying with the movement, and she let out sweet moans.

“Otoko…you should come too…” Nico said breathlessly, “Don’t just watch…”

Otoko didn't respond immediately. She continued massaging for a few more minutes until Sensei's shoulders visibly relaxed. Then her hand slid forward and covered Sensei's hand—his hand was on Nicole's waist.

“The angle of rubbing can be adjusted.” Otoko guided Sensei’s hand, making Nico’s body lean forward slightly. “This will stimulate the G-spot more effectively.”

Nicole adjusted her position as instructed. Sure enough, when she leaned forward and rubbed at a more tilted angle, her moans immediately rose a notch.

"Ah...this...this is it..." Nico's body began to tremble. "Otoko...you're amazing..."

Otoko didn't stop. Her other hand reached between Nicole's legs, her fingers finding the clitoris, and she began to press rhythmically. "Double stimulation can accelerate the arrival of orgasm. According to calculations, at the current rate of heart rate increase, Nicole will reach orgasm in two minutes and seventeen seconds."

"No... there's no need to calculate so precisely..." Nicole's voice was already trembling with tears, but her body honestly responded to the two men's hands.

Sensei could feel Nicole's contractions becoming more frequent and intense. Her juices flowed freely, soaking his thighs and the sheets. When she reached orgasm, Nicole's body arched violently, then trembled uncontrollably, letting out incoherent screams.

Otoko accurately withdrew her finger, watching Nicole slump in Sensei's arms. "Orgasm duration 8.3 seconds, intensity rating A. Data recording complete."

Then she looked at Sensei. “Now it’s my turn, Sensei.”

She walked around from behind Sensei to the front and knelt on the bed. The platinum blonde girl looked up at him, her green eyes showing no shyness or hesitation, only pure calculation and expectation.

"My physical measurements are as follows: vaginal length approximately eight centimeters, most sensitive area located on the anterior wall three centimeters from the entrance. Clitoral sensitivity rating: B+..."

As soon as Aoi finished speaking, Yukino and Nico moved at the same time.

The girl with long, dark brown hair got out of bed, her legs, encased in knee-high black stockings, rustling against the sheets. She knelt behind Otoko, wrapped her arms around Otoko's body from behind, and grabbed Otoko's breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"Oto Aoi, you're too noisy," Yukino whispered in Oto Aoi's ear, her voice tinged with amusement. "Don't you think talking about those data and stuff during sex is a downer?"

Her fingers pinched Otoko's nipple and pulled hard. The platinum-blonde-haired girl's body trembled violently, but she still tried to remain calm. "This is... a necessary observation record... Ah!"

Nicole crawled over too. The pink-haired girl knelt in front of Otoko, cupping Otoko's face in her hands and forcing her to look at her. "Forget about the data, Otoko. Just feel it."

Then she kissed him. Not a gentle kiss, but an aggressive, deep kiss where the tongue probed directly inside. Aoi made a muffled sound in her throat, her hands flailing in the air, finally grabbing Nico's shoulders.

Sensei watched this scene, his penis still erect. He adjusted his position, kneeling behind Otoko, his hands supporting her waist. Otoko's body was already wet, and he easily entered her.

The moment she entered, Oto Aoi's body tensed. Yukino's hands were still kneading her breasts, Nico's kisses continued, and Sensei's penis began to thrust inside her. The triple stimulation overloaded her brain instantly.

"Ah...ah..." Aoi's moans escaped from Nico's kiss, broken and intermittent, "Data...unable to...record..."

"Then don't record it." Yukino bit Oto Aoi's earlobe, pinching her nipple hard with her fingers. "Say it out, Oto Aoi. Like us."

Nico ended the kiss, but her lips were still pressed against Aoi's. "Yes, moan. Let's hear what a calm Aoi moaning sounds like."

Sensei increased the speed of his thrusts. He could feel the tightness and wetness inside Otoko's body, each thrust bringing out a large amount of love fluid. Otoko's body began to sway uncontrollably, her waist twisting, her hips responding to his impact.

Yukino's hand slid down from Oto Aoi's chest, across her flat stomach, and stopped between her legs. Her fingers found Oto Aoi's clitoris and began to rub it rapidly.

“Here, right?” Yukino said, her fingers moving precisely and forcefully, “Oto Aoi’s sensitive spot.”

Otoko's body trembled violently. "Yes...yes...there...ah!"

Nico wasn't idle either. She lowered her head and took one of Aoi's breasts into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the nipple, her teeth gently nibbling. Her other hand reached between her legs, and her fingers began to masturbate. Her short pink hair swayed with the movements, and she let out satisfied moans.

“It’s so tight inside…” Sensei said breathlessly, her movements becoming faster and faster, “It’s so tight…”

Yin Kui could no longer utter a complete sentence. Her body, stimulated simultaneously by the three men, rapidly approached climax. Her platinum blonde short hair, soaked with sweat, clung to her forehead. Her green eyes were half-closed, her gaze unfocused. Her usually calm expression had completely crumbled, leaving only pure desire.

"I'm...I'm going..." she finally cried out, her voice hoarse, "Together...together..."

Yukino's fingers quickened their pace. "Then go for it, Oto Aoi. Let us see what you look like when you climax."

Nico bit down on Aoi's nipple. "Scream louder, so everyone can hear."

Sensei thrust in as far as he could, then stopped, feeling the contractions within Otoko's body. Otoko's body arched like a fully drawn bow, then trembled violently. Her scream echoed in the room, completely unlike the calm Otoko she usually was.

The climax lasted a long time. Otoko's body convulsed repeatedly, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed out, wetting Sensei's penis and Yukino's hands. Her arms flailed in the air, finally grabbing Nico's hair and pulling hard.

Nico didn't dodge; instead, she smiled. "Yes, like that, Otoko. Squeeze hard."

Yukino's fingers continued to rub rapidly against Oto Aoi's clitoris, prolonging her orgasm. "It's not over yet, Oto Aoi. Keep going."

Tears streamed down Otoko's face. Her body was out of control, completely dominated by pleasure. When the climax finally subsided, she collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, her eyes vacant.

Sensei was pulled out, and semen mixed with vaginal fluid flowed out of Oto Aoi's body, leaving a dark stain on the sheets.

Yukino and Nico exchanged a glance and both smiled.

“Otoko is usually so calm, I didn’t expect her to scream so loudly,” Yukino said, her fingers still gently pressing on Otoko’s clitoris, causing Otoko’s body to tremble again.

Nico licked her lips, which were still coated with Aoi's saliva. "And it's sweet. It tastes like Aoi."

Otoko slowly regained consciousness. She looked at the ceiling, her breathing gradually becoming steady. Then she turned her head, looking at Yukino and Nico, and then at Sensei.

“The data…” she began, her voice hoarse, “is completely…unrecordable…”

Yukino smiled and leaned down to kiss Oto Aoi's forehead. "Then let's not record it. Just enjoy it."

Nicole lay down too, resting her head on Otoko's stomach. "Yeah, Otoko. Don't think about it too much."

Otoko was silent for a moment. Then she reached out and took Yukino's hand in one hand and Nico's hand in the other.

“But…” she said softly, “it feels…good.”

Yukino and Nico both laughed.

Sensei looked at them. The three girls lay on the bed, their bodies intertwined, covered in sweat and bodily fluids. They looked... satisfied.

Hu Tao then crawled over. The blonde girl knelt beside the bed, gently placing her hand on Otoko's leg. "Otoko... are you alright?"

Otoko nodded. "Very good. Much better than... the data analysis predictions..."

Kurumi smiled, then looked at Sensei. "Sensei... are you tired?"

Sensei was indeed exhausted. He sat on the edge of the bed, supporting himself with his hands. The intense sex he had just had drained him of a great deal of energy.

Yukino sat up, her long, dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She climbed behind Sensei, placed her hands on his shoulders, and began to massage him. "Sensei, you've worked hard. Let's help you relax."

Nicole sat up too, her short pink hair sticking to her face. She knelt in front of Sensei, placed her hands on his legs, and gently massaged them. "Yes, Sensei worked very hard today."

Otoko slowly sat up, though her legs were still a little weak. She looked at Sensei, her green eyes regaining their usual calmness, but with something else in them.

“Based on the data from the sexual activity just now, Sensei’s energy expenditure is about 2.3 times that of her usual training. I recommend that she replenish fluids and rest,” she said, then paused, “but… before resting, I have one more request.”

Sensei looked at her. "What request?"

Otoko's face flushed slightly—this was the first time Sensei had ever seen her blush. "I want to... try again. This time... without data recording. Just... the feeling."

Yukino smiled. "Oto Aoi has finally figured it out."

Nicole laughed too. "Let's do it again. But this time... let's do it differently."

Hu Tao whispered, "I...I want to too..."

The four girls surrounded him again. This time, their movements were gentler and slower. Yukino kissed Sensei's neck, Nico licked his chest, Oto Aoi massaged his back, and Kurumi knelt between his legs, taking his mouth into her mouth.

Sensei closed her eyes and let them do as they pleased.

The pleasure built up again, but this time it was longer and gentler. When the climax came, Sensei did not release violently as before, but slowly and continuously ejaculated into Walnut's mouth.

Afterwards, all five of them collapsed onto the bed, none of them wanting to move.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing.

After a long silence, Nicole spoke first.

“Sensei,” she said softly, “from today onwards, you are ours. Understand?”

Yukino replied, "We'll contact you anytime. You need to be available whenever we call."

Yin Kui added, "If you tell others, we'll say you attacked us first. With four witnesses, you can't win."

Hu Tao whispered, "But... if Sensei behaves well... we'll treat him very well..."

Sensei didn't answer. He was too tired; his consciousness was beginning to fade.

Sensei's consciousness sank into exhaustion, his body feeling completely drained. He could feel the softness of the mattress and smell the mixed scents in the room—the salty tang of sweat, the sweet, fishy smell of vaginal fluid, and the unique body odors of the girls. These scents intertwined, creating a strange, drowsy atmosphere.

Then he felt the weight of his body.

It wasn't an oppressive weight, but a warm, soft, and diffuse one. Four bodies pressed against him at the same time, covering him like a blanket. Arms encircled his waist, legs wrapped around his legs, cheeks pressed against his chest, shoulders, and arms.

Yukino hugged him from her right, her long, dark brown hair cascading over his arm. Her face was pressed against his shoulder, her breathing warm and steady. The smooth, slightly cool texture of her over-the-knee black stockings clung to his calves.

Nicole came up to him from the left, her short pink hair brushing against his chin. Her hand was on his chest, and she could feel his heartbeat in her palm. Her legs, encased in black pantyhose, rested gently on his.

Yin Kui lay on top of him, her platinum blonde hair falling down and brushing against his neck. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her breath tickling his skin. The rough fabric of her cycling shorts rubbed against his abdomen.

Walnut curled up beside his legs, her blonde hair spread across the sheets. Her hand gently held his wrist, her fingers lightly pressing on his pulse. The top of her over-the-knee black stockings had come undone, revealing a small section of fair skin at the base of her thigh.

No one spoke. The only sound in the room was breathing, steady and synchronized, like a gentle tide.

Then Yukino moved first.

She looked up, her dark brown fox ears twitching slightly. Her red eyes appeared much softer in the dim light. She moved closer to Sensei's face, slowly and gently, as if afraid of disturbing something. Then her lips touched his forehead.

A kiss. Dry, warm, lasting three seconds.

“Sensei,” she said softly, her voice much gentler than usual, “You’ve worked hard.”

Nicole looked up too. The girl with short pink hair had crescent-shaped eyes, and her smile no longer held the calculation and fervor of before, but was a pure, contented one. She kissed Sensei's left cheek, her lips as soft as flower petals.

“Thank you, Sensei,” she said, her voice sweet and natural, “for making us feel so comfortable.”

Yin Kui propped herself up, her platinum blonde hair slightly disheveled. Her green eyes looked at Sensei, the calmness of her data analysis gaze gone, replaced by something softer. She kissed Sensei's right cheek, the movement a little awkward, but earnest.

“Although the data can’t be recorded,” she said softly, “I feel… I will remember it.”

Finally, the blonde girl knelt up, still holding Sensei's wrist. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were wet. She leaned down and kissed Sensei's lips. It wasn't a deep kiss, just lips touching lips, very lightly, quickly, like a butterfly alighting.

“I…I love Sensei the most,” she whispered, then immediately buried her face in the sheets.

Four kisses. Four different locations. Four different sensations.

Sensei looked at them. Four girls surrounded him, their bodies pressed against his, their eyes gazing at him tenderly. The marks of their recent passionate lovemaking remained on their bodies—kiss marks, scratches, dried sweat. But now, their expressions held no desire, only a certain…attachment.

Yukino gently stroked Sensei's hair, her fingers smoothing through his sweaty strands. "Sensei's hair is so soft," she murmured.

Nicole placed her hand on Sensei's chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Sensei's heartbeat... is slowly calming down."

Otoko's fingers gently circled Sensei's arm, as if recording some unseen data. "Muscle relaxation is good. Fatigue index is decreasing."

Hu Tao's hand was still holding Sensei's wrist, her thumb gently rubbing his pulse. "Sensei's hand... is so big."

Their voices were very soft, as if afraid of breaking the tranquility of the moment.

Yukino turned her head to look at Nico. The girl with long, dark brown hair suddenly smiled, a gentleness in her smile that Sensei had never seen before. "Hey, Nico."

"Um?"

"We're like this... it seems like we've really become girls."

Nicole paused for a moment, then smiled. The girl with short pink hair nodded: "Yes. She can be affectionate, gentle, and... dependent on others."

Otoko calmly replied, "According to behavioral theory, prolonged use of a body of a specific gender may lead to subtle changes in psychological gender identity. We have been possessing these female bodies for over twenty-four hours, during which time we have engaged in numerous gendered interactions, which may lead to—"

“Oto Aoi,” Yukino interrupted her, her voice tinged with amusement, “Don’t analyze things at a time like this.”

Otoko paused for a moment, then nodded. "...Okay."

Hu Tao whispered, "I...I don't hate it. Being a girl...and like this with Sensei...I don't hate it."

Yukino's hand slid from Sensei's hair to his cheek, gently stroking him. "Sensei," she said, her voice earnest, "from today onwards, you are ours. Understand?"

Nicole replied, "We'll be good to you. Better than anyone else."

Otoko added, "As long as you behave and don't tell anyone, we'll make you feel very comfortable."

Hu Tao concluded by saying, "So... please stay with us forever."

Four voices, four intonations, but they all express the same meaning.

Sensei looked at them. He looked at Yukino's red eyes, Nico's pink short hair, Oto Aoi's green pupils, and Kurumi's golden fox ears. He looked at their young faces, at their gentle yet determined expressions.

What should he say? What should he do?

He didn't know.

So he simply reached out and gently embraced Yukino, who was closest to him. The girl with long, dark brown hair stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, snuggling into his arms. Her hair had a faint scent of shampoo, mixed with her own natural fragrance.

Nicole leaned closer, resting her head on his shoulder. Otoko adjusted her position, lying on her side beside him, her hand gently on his waist. Kurumi moved closer, wrapping her legs around his.

The five of them clung to each other on the messy bed in the dimly lit room.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened. Moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery-white stripe on the floor. In the distance, the sounds of noise from other dormitories drifted in: students running in the corridors, laughter, and music.

But in this room, there was only the sound of steady breathing and the warmth of bodies pressed together.

Yukino fell asleep first. Her breathing became deep and even, her body completely relaxed, like a lazy cat. Nico also gradually closed her eyes, her short pink hair rising and falling gently with her breath. Oto Aoi was still awake, but her eyes were half-closed, her fingers unconsciously circling around Sensei's waist. Kurumi was already fast asleep, snoring softly, her blonde hair disheveled.

Sensei also felt sleepy. He closed his eyes, feeling the weight and temperature of the four bodies.

In his last moments before losing consciousness, he heard Nicole whisper:

Goodnight, Sensei.

"See you tomorrow."