Matsuda Shinya - Highschool DxD

I giggled perversely as I doodle my name on my desk, along with drawings of divine creations...

Boobs!

All of a sudden, my name is called out by an angry familiar voice.

"Matsuda!" Looking up, I see the familiar form of Mizuho Kazami marching towards me.

Normally, I wouldn't mind seeing her walk towards me. She was one of the hottest and sexiest teachers of Kuoh. A total 9 out of 10, would fap to again! And she was also the most naturally kind, even to me and my bros.

But since she is angry and coming after me while I was writing on the desk...this probably ain't gonna be fun.

"Yes teach? Can I help you?" I ask nervously.

"Don't act cute with me mister! I saw what you were doing." Mizuho-sensei says sternly, coming to a stop in front of my desk. "You are in so much trou-Oh." The anger on her face vanishes, turning to surprise. "I'm sorry Matsuda. I didn't know you owned this desk. I suppose you can draw whatever you like on it. But please don't do it during class time."

I sit there, stunned with the quick and confusing turn of events. I look down at the desk, then back up at her before looking at the desk again. Slowly, a picture is getting pieced together in my mind of what just happened. A possible dream that many perverts have, but none have been known to fulfill. But to know, I have to be certain.

"Er, Mizuho-sensei, I'd be glad to not draw on my desk during class time. But first, would you let me write something on the board?" I ask hopefully.

Mizuho-sensei frowns at this, uncertain of the idea. "Well alright. If it will keep you focused in class, I'll let you write something. But if it's something inappropriate, it will be straight to the principal's office with you!" She warns. The class groans at first then gets excited at the thought of me being sent to the principal's office.

Assholes.

"No problem teach. It's just a quick thing." I slip out of my seat and walk up to the board. I have to steady my hand as I am jittery from excitement.

Matsuda Shinya

As I finish the last letter, I step aside for the class to see. I half expect them to mock me and criticize me for wanting to write my name on the board. Instead, there are some gasps and shocked looks. Mizuho-sensei did both, as if she had just realized something for the first time.

"Oh my kami! Matsuda, I didn't realize that was your whiteboard! I'm sorry for using. But now I am not sure what to do if I can't write the details for today on the board..." Mizuho-sensei mutters to herself, having an honest look of confusion on her face.

I am almost buzzing with excitement as my dream seems to have come true. But to be absolutely certain, I'd need to test one more thing. Beckoning her over, I offer her a deal.

"Well I suppose you can use my board sensei. But in exchange for letting you, can I write something on you?" I ask her.

She considers the question, thinking deeply about it before nodding her assent. "Alright, I will let you. Both to use your board and as apology for using your things for my classroom. But again, I warn you, don't write anything inappropriate."

She approaches me at the front of the class, every step echoing in my ears as the tension for me rises higher and higher. Standing in front of me, she holds out her arm. Gently grasping it, I push up her sleeve and ready the marker in my hand. Almost trembling in excitement, I write my name on her arm.

Matsuda Shinya

Letting go of her arm, I watch her face like a hawk. She looks at her arm, shock etching itself on her face as she observes my name on her. Slowly, she turns her gaze back to me and she looks so awestruck.

"Matsuda, I had no idea you owned me. I apologise if I have done anything to displease you. If there is anything I can- OH MY~!"

I interrupt her by ripping open her shirt and smothering my face in her bra-covered titties. As motorboat her boobs, I feel tears and a smile come across my face as I realize what is happening.

'Finally! I, Matsuda Shinya, have been blessed with a true harem protagonist power! The power to claim anything by writing my name on it!' I think to myself, as my greatest dreams can finally come true.