Chie Nobuna and her Self-Control

Chie Nobuna was next on my list, according to Shinku. When I used my map charm to search for her, she was revealed to be inside the head nurse’s office in the medical ward. I hoped that didn’t mean she was hurt or anything, that would have been a cruel trick on Shinku’s part. To make me believe it was going to be all good nuts and silly antics and then turn around and make this some dark fantasy nonsense.

The halls on the way to the medical ward were still empty save for a few girls here or there on some kind of official business. Unlike at lunch, I was all in for this roleplay, so I cheesed it up with them pretty hard when I saw them. Charming smiles, salacious winks, and smooched hands, all of which received positive—albeit varied—responses. In between these encounters I tried my best to think of a theme for Chie’s supplemental lessons.

But by the time I was standing in front of the door to the head nurse’s office I hadn’t managed to come up with anything. I would need to approach this like I had with Yui and just wing it, deciding on something when the time came. It’s not like I really needed a consistent theme anyway.

I opened the sliding door without a care in the world and stepped inside to find two beauties within. One of them I already recognized as the bright-eyed, auburn-haired, topless, and voluptuous Chie Nobuna whose eyes immediately shone with excitement at my arrival.

“Sensei!” in a flash she was on her feet and looked as though she was about to fly into a tackling hug, however the moment she went to take a step she winced and collapsed back onto the edge of the bed behind her and grasped her left ankle. All of this movement caused her large, bare breasts to wobble about in a pleasing manner.

“Be careful, Ms. Nobuna,” the other woman said, putting a hand on Chie’s shoulder to steady her. “If you try to put any more pressure on your ankle before I’ve secured it, you could make it much worse.” Then she turned to me and did a slight bow, “Afternoon, Sensei.”

This woman had jet black hair cut in a neat bob and had quite the set of curves herself. She had the classic, stereotypical white coat of a school nurse overtop a very skimpy dress that revealed some impressive assets. Beneath her bangs I could see that one of her eyes was closed with a jagged scar running over it and face actually looked really familiar to me. When I saw her open bright green eye from between the curtain of her long bangs I realized instantly. She looked a lot like Atsuko. I wondered if she was Atsuko’s sister. Mother perhaps? She looked too young for that, but this was a dream where magic was real, so anything was possible.

“What’s going on?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Ms. Nobuna pushed herself a little too hard in her training today and sprained an ankle.” She reached over to the nearby desk and grabbed a bottle of ointment, popping it open and slathering the contents it on her hands before applying it liberally all over Chie’s swollen red ankle. At this point I noted the name plaque on her desk which read “Akira Hebija”, confirming the relation to Atsuko.

Chie looked embarrassed and ashamed, poking her fingers together and looking up at me bashfully.

“Will she still be able to attend class?” I asked.

Akira smiled at me, “The Hebija clan has a long history of manufacturing mystical herbal medicines…” and as she turned away to grab a roll of bandages she added quietly, “… and deadly poisons.”

Both Chie and I swallowed in unison.

Then her gaze returned to mine, “But you know that, that’s why you hired me. It wasn’t just nepotism at having been one of the academy’s former elites.”

“You were an elite too, Nurse Hebija!?”

“Yes, it was quite a wonderful time,” she smiled and nodded, looking at me. “But to answer your question more directly, assuming Ms. Nobuna doesn’t do anything strenuous for the rest of the night, she should be good as new by tomorrow morning.”

Then Chie gave me a sad look, “Guess this means we can’t have supplemental lessons, huh?”

“Not true,” the nurse objected as she finished tying the bandage around chie’s lower leg, “I would just recommend not being too rough with her.” Her eyebrows wiggled at me, and I could definitely see the family resemblance to Atsuko in that gesture.

“Yeah, there’s plenty we can do that doesn’t involve physical training.” I said, nodding.

“Okay,” Chie replied, in a little bit better spirits but still clearly downtrodden.

“Anyway, I need to leave early,” Nurse Akira said as she got up and reached into her coat, withdrawing a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out, and lighting it up before taking a long drag. “Oh, before I forget, I’m going to do a surprise physical examination of one of the classes during the last period. My sister is going to be helping me out, but I could use your assistance as well, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Oh, sure, I’d love to,” I said. I could only imagine what surprise physicals in the context of this dream would be like, and currently my imagination was taking me very lewd places.

“Excellent. When you’re done here, meet Atsuko and me in the gymnasium,” without another word, she opened the door to her office and left Chie and me alone together, leaving only a cloud of smoke in her wake.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“Yes, Sensei,” she nodded.

I decided now was a good time to do the teacher thing and scold her a little. I wasn’t a very confrontational guy, though, so it probably came out kind of weak in tone. “I appreciate your enthusiasm for bettering yourself, Chie, but you should be careful not to push yourself too hard.”

“Yes, Sensei,” she slumped down and sunk into herself a bit more, looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s hard to control myself sometimes. I get an idea and I just do it without thinking.”

I walked over and sat down on the medical bed next to her and put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, “No need to apologize. We all have some things we struggle with.”

“I want to get better though. Yui says that being so impulsive could be dangerous in a real fight, and even Atsuko says I need to consider my actions more carefully.”

I supposed in the context of what this school was training these girls to actually do, this was a good point. I couldn’t imagine fighting demons was a walk in the park, especially if humans needed to learn magic and advanced fighting techniques to combat them. Of course, I more or less trusted Shinku not to construct this dream in such a way that anyone would ever be in any real danger, but for the sake of playing this role correctly, I needed to take this grievance seriously.

“Sensei?” Chie looked at me, making me realize I had been silent for a moment.

“Hm? Yes, Chie?” I looked at her but couldn’t help my eyes from gazing at her wonderfully naked chest instead of her face at first.

“Last time we had a supplemental lesson, you said we would come up with a new regimen this time. I know you’re the one who normally comes up with ideas, but can I make a request?”

“Of course, let me hear it,” this was pretty convenient, I still hadn’t yet thought of anything to do with Chie.

“Can you help me be less impulsive?”

That was an interesting request, but not altogether unexpected. In many ways, Chie and Yui were polar opposites in terms of what they needed. Yui lacked confidence but perhaps spent too much time thinking before acting; Chie had confidence in spades but lacked self-control. This was a good request, and while I hadn’t thought of anything better, I already had some ideas of how to make this request extra horny, using it to live out one of my longest-standing fantasies.

“Actually, yes, I think that’s a great idea,” I said, smiling. “But before that, I have something very important to tell you.”

“Yes?” she perked up immediately, her adorable smile returning almost as soon as I agreed.

“It is far too easy for one to believe the best solution for dealing with unfavorable aspects of one’s personality is to do away with them entirely. That usually doesn’t go well, since denying who you are is just as unhealthy as letting those aspects run rampant and control your life. Instead, I think it’s better to learn how to moderate them while also seeking ways to recognize the positive sides of them.”

Chie’s head began tilting partway through this explanation, and her eyes began to glaze over. I was losing her.

“What I mean to say is, impulsiveness isn’t an inherently bad trait. We don’t want to eliminate it; it can be a useful tool if we find out ways it can help us. We just need to learn to control it.”

“Oohhh okay,” she grinned and nodded. It seemed that much of the boundless positive energy she was known for was returning, and this idea was exciting her.

“Thinking before you act can be useful, but in life-or-**** situations, the extra time could spell the difference between victory or defeat. In those situations, it’s better to trust your instincts and your reflexes and just act.”

She nodded vigorously, “So what are we gonna do?”

I stood up and grabbed the pillow from the bed. After putting it on the ground in the middle of the office, I directed her to sit with her legs crossed there. When I informed her that she would be doing some meditation, she groaned.

“I’m not good at meditation,” she admitted, “I just can’t think about nothing like I’m supposed to.”

I nodded, “I understand, but that’s okay. You don’t have to think about nothing, just think about all of the sensations you are feeling. Think about them, but don’t react to them. Just let them run their course through your mind and body.” I was mostly bullshitting, but this was the method I used to meditate in the real world. I tried to do it semi-frequently because I genuinely believed it was important for mental health. I also vaguely remembered Shinku mentioning something about using it to promote chakra flow during lessons earlier in the day, but I couldn’t remember the details well enough to speak on them at the moment. That wasn’t the reason I wanted her to meditate anyway.

Chie placed her hands on her knees, breathed in deeply, then exhaled slowly and closed her eyes, “Yes, sensei, I’ll do my best.”

I tapped her back with my foot, “Straighten up, you’re not going to get far if you slouch.”

She did so, squeaking cutely at the sudden contact. But then she inhaled and exhaled again as I circled her.

“Now, meditation is going to be extremely important to this exercise, but it won’t be the explicit goal.”

“Right,” she said, nodding.

“I want you to remain as still as possible in that position until I tell you to stop. In that time, no matter what happens—no matter how I interact with you—do not react.”

“Ignore everything, got it,” she nodded again, determinedly.

“Incorrect,” I chided, “I don’t want you to ignore. On the contrary I want you to acknowledge everything that happens to you and how it makes you feel, just do not physically react to anything, no matter how tempting it may be.”

“Ohhhh okay. I promise I won’t react at all!” she nodded one last time before inhaling and exhaling, and then there was silence as I gave her time to get herself in a calm state of mind.

In the meantime, I had time to reflect on my current situation. I just got done fingering a silver-haired tsundere beauty in a mystical hot spring bath, and now I had a cute, curvy, bubbly auburn-haired exhibitionist wearing nothing, except a skirt, prepared to accept any stimuli I could give her. I’m sure it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what stimuli I was planning on giving her, and I was very interested in seeing how well she could avoid reacting to any of it.

After a minute or two of hearing her gentle breathing, I took the plunge and crouched down on the ground beside her. Thanks to her straight back, her perky boobs were puffed out and gently moving as she breathed deep and steady. Her eyes were closed, and a serene look was on her face. I reached a hand toward her cheek and gently poked it with a fingertip.

There was a slight twitch, likely of surprise, but true to her word, she did not react in any significant way. I began caressing her soft cheek, and a couple times she actually moved a little, tried to lean into the hand before seemingly realizing she needed to avoid reacting and going back to a neutral position. She was trying really hard, and I commended her for that.

Her commitment inspired me to be a bit bolder, and I slid my hand down her neck and over her shoulder. Just like with Yui, I felt a wave of goosebumps ripple across her skin briefly, but there was very little blush in her cheeks, no more than usual, anyway. Finally, I dropped my hand further down, gliding across the sharp curve that marked the beginning of her soft breast. After my palm slid across the delightful peak of her smooth mammary, I cupped the glorious orb and bounced it experimentally, enjoying the way it wobbled.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Happy,” she replied, and true to her word, she had a contented smile on her face.

My hand went to the other breast and bounced it too, “You’re doing good so far.”

“It’s really difficult. I really really wanna jump into your arms and cuddle,” she replied and giggled softly. What an adorable little cinnamon roll this girl was. Here I was molesting her under the pretense of “training”, and she wanted to snuggle up. “Can I just stop meditating and sit in your lap and nuzzle you, Sensei?”

“No,” I replied, “this training is important. Fight your impulse.” I had to admit, the thought was tempting, but now I was kinda having fun being in character.

She pouted, but otherwise did not protest even as my hands began exploring every inch of her body in earnest. They slid across her sides, her belly, her thighs, and even her arms. I noted that even though she had a small layer of squishy and fluffy fat over nearly every inch of her body, there was also clearly a layer of muscle under all of it. I could tell this girl worked out a lot. She had been training when she sprung her ankle, and Akira implied that she tended to go overboard with it. I idly wondered why that could be.

“Mh, Sensei,” she began, a bit hazily.

“Yes?”

“Atsuko told me you have a special protein drink that’s really tasty and also really good for workouts. Is that true?”

I should have admonished her for speaking during her meditation, but I sensed an opportunity. I might have had an idea what kind of protein-drink Astuko may have told the bubbly Chie about.

I grinned, “I do, and if you do a good job with this meditation, I will gladly share it with you.” A new layer to this roleplay had been added and I was down for it. God, Shinku was a genius; I needed to thank her later.

In response to my offer, Chie seemed to redouble her efforts, furrowing her brow and getting a more determined look on her face.

“Okay, I’m about to ramp things up a little. No more distractions, just try to meditate. No more speaking, no more reacting, no matter what, until I say we’re done. Understood?”

“Yes, Sensei!” Chie agreed and fell silent once more.

I then removed my cock from my robes and began stroking it while ogling and groping Chie’s body all over. Because her legs were crossed in a lotus position, I could see under her poor excuse for a skirt. Her flower was glistening and wet, betraying the fact that she knew exactly what was happening and was simply playing along. That idea was incredibly hot to me. I considered actually fingering her like I had with Yui but decided against it. That would have probably been too much stimulation and the newly awakened teacher in me genuinely wanted to see if she could do this legitimately.

But that was okay because damn her skin was so fucking soft and squishy, her breasts especially. They weren’t quite as elastic as Yui’s but were definitely more pliant, easily forming into whatever shape my wandering hand desired, only returning to their original perky shape once I stopped groping them. I wanted to fuck them.

The problem was her current position, while convenient for the narrative, wasn’t especially great for giving a titjob. I would be in a pretty awkward or uncomfortable position if I tried. While I considered an alternative, I stood up again and simply bent my knees and thrust my hips onto the breast, letting my stiff length rub against its heavenly softness.

The moment my tip contacted her skin, one of Chie’s eyebrows perked up in curiosity, but then, seemingly having deduced the nature of the cock without looking, she started smiling in that delighted and contented way, and blushed a little more. Oh yeah, this was happening, and she really was happy about it. She even seemed to make more of an effort to breathe in through her nose just to get more of my scent.

Good lord, how many sleepless nights had I spent fantasizing about just such a scenario? A girl just letting me go about my casual perversions without care and with total consent. Perhaps its inclusion in this dream alone was testament to how often I’d wished for a scenario like this one to present itself.

The feeling of my length grinding against the pillowy flesh of her breast was driving me wild. I was enraptured by the feeling, but I wasn’t any closer to ejaculating. This girl’s tits felt good enough that I would eventually cum if had I continued, but time was technically of the essence. I needed something else, I needed to keep feeling this breast but at the same time feel something tighter and warmer. Something needed to be wrapped around my member. Her lips? I liked the idea, but no, I didn’t want to mess with her breathing at all and I’d want her to engage more with something like that. Her hair? No, hers was too short for that, terminating right around the bottom of her neck. I could probably do that with the others, though… thoughts for later.

But then I saw it, it was the perfect venue and would only require a slight adjustment in her position. I circled around to just behind her and grabbed her right arm gently, urging it downward a little. Her eyebrow quirked again, but she made no comment as I flattened her upper arm against her side. This made a very distinct line of cleavage just under her armpit. That was my point of attack.

Without giving myself any time to have last-second doubts, I thrust forward into the unknown. I wasn’t a total dweeb, I’d had romantic partners before, but I’d never done anything like this. This was admittedly a degree beyond what most normal people would consider acceptable, even privately. And even I had never been all that interested in the idea until just this moment when I realized it was perfect for this situation.

As my solid member penetrated the back of her closed armpit, the tip emerged from the other side and grinded against Chie’s soft sideboob before it retreated again. My intuition had been correct, her pit was tight, soft, and slick from a layer of sweat. There was also the scent, immediately recognizable as her body odor, but by no means unpleasant smelling. It was feminine and hearty, but it did not repulse me, instead it excited me, and I pumped my hips with vigor.

I heard her trying to hold back some sort of sound.

“You okay?” I asked, stopping briefly.

“It tickles, Sensei,”

Ah, I supposed that made sense. I continued to thrust, however, and said, “Remember to try and control your reactions. The tickling sensation is very real, but you don’t have to react.”

“R-right,” she said, but a few giggles escaped anyway. She even twitched a few times, clamping down with her arm even harder, but obviously this only made the experience feel better, so I decided not to comment. After all, the occasional chuckling whimper she let out every now and again told me she was genuinely trying her best. It was also really fucking cute.

I pumped my hips back and forth, plunging myself harder and harder within, internally remarking at while it wasn’t exactly like a pussy, all the combined stimuli made it feel almost just as good. I was starting to understand why people were into this. Hell, I might have been converted into one of those people now.

But I could feel a familiar pressure beginning to build at the base of my cock, telling me the ride was almost over. I noticed that her breathing wasn’t as relaxed anymore, and her whimpering giggles had turned into full-blown breathy moans that she was trying her best to control.

Feeling a little bad, I said, “You’ve done a good job, Chie. You don’t have to hold back anymore, if it feels good just let yourself enjoy it.”

Immediately she sighed and began moaning a little louder. “It tickles but it feels good, Sensei,” she said, a little dreamily. Music to my ears.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do next, but I needed some kind of container. I looked around the office but couldn’t immediately find any kind of bottle or similar receptacle to suit my needs. Luckily, however, there was something in my robes. In true dream-logic fashion, I just so happened to have a large glass bottle on-hand. I knew for a fact it hadn’t been there before when I removed my robes to visit Yui, but here it was, and I was not about to ask questions.

“Take this, Chie,” I said, handing her the glass bottle.

She nodded enthusiastically and took it. She seemed to immediately understood what to do, holding it in place for me.

Finally, that pressure in my loins became a full-blown climax. I thrust as hard as I could into the abyss of her pit-pussy and groaned with delight as I began to unload my torrent of spunk directly into the glass bottle. While I came, I hunched over and grabbed one of her soft breasts in my hand, kneading it roughly. In-between spurts I quickly pumped my hips again and again, urging out more of my semen. I watched with amazement as my pearly-white cream began to fill the container, which could probably hold a liter of fluid.

“So much, Sensei,” Chie said with genuine wonder. “It looks so tasty!” she added and smiled up at me. That expression and those words managed to squeeze another couple of ropes out of me, filling the bottle faster.

“I—unf—made a promise,” I replied, wincing with pleasure.

“Such a perv, Sensei. Did my armpit feel that good?”

I nodded vigorously as my stream began to dwindle and I felt my length begin to soften. To my surprise, though, Chie didn’t release it from her underarm. Instead, she tightened the gap, squeezing it tightly and at a slight forward angle almost like she was hugging it against her boob. This caused a few more squirts of cum to exit the tip and directly into the crevice, making it very sticky and even more moist.

“Hehe, look, Sensei, I captured a demon!” she said, playfully. “And it’s not going anywhere until I finish my post-training drink!”

I watched with rapt attention as she brought the opening of the glass bottle up to her lips and tipped it back. My fresh cream slid down beyond the threshold and into her open mouth, and she wasted no time before swallowing the first few ounces of my fluid.

“Gulp!” After the next helping of white mass exited the bottle and fell between her eager lips, she returned the bottle to its neutral position and closed her mouth. She began to chew it.

Holy shit. This girl may have acted like a delightful little fluffy angel, but she was hardcore. This, more than anything else, convinced me that I hadn’t needed to use the state of her nethers to guess at her enjoyment of this situation. She knew exactly what she wanted and knew exactly the kind of aura she was giving off. She took advantage of her apparent innocence, using it as an effective weapon of sexual warfare.

No, not an angel but a succubus.

“Mleh… mn-chu… mnn… chu…” she noisily and hungrily chomped and swished part of my load like it was gum and beamed at me all the while. “It tashtes sho good Shenshei,” she said and giggled.

My soul had left my body through my penis, so it took me a second to reply, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Chie. But thank you.”

“Oh, right,” she swallowed then and tipped the bottle again to let a new stream of creamy spunk ooze into her mouth. This time she began chugging it, “Gulp, gulp, gulp, glug…” and I could not only see her chin and neck bulge with each swallow, but I could also see the pearly substance within the glass bottle slowly diminish as proof of her deeds.

Then she released me, and I nearly fell backward onto my ass. At the same time, she removed the bottle from her lips and put a stopper in it. It was still half full. “Gonna save the rest for dinner,” she giggled.

In a daze, I smiled. Yet another thing that I had no idea I was into. I idly wondered if continued encounters with Chie would end up with way. She really seemed to enjoy the taste of my spunk, perhaps drinking it from the bottle wasn’t the only thing she would do with it. Perhaps, even, some food shenanigans? Cum as sauce? That was an interesting prospect.

I used some of the nurse’s supplies to help clean Chie up and would have sent her on her way, but she demanded cuddles now. I happily obliged, sitting back down on the edge of the bed with her in my lap. She was totally in her element like this, nuzzling, wiggling, and hugging herself into me with nothing less than total happiness on her face.

Eventually, though, I had to go help the nurse, as promised. So, I left, urging her to take it easy on her ankle. She promised that she would relax for the rest of the night and then gave me a kiss goodbye that I wasn’t expecting but was happy to receive, nonetheless.