Yui Shimitsu and Her Confidence

I stalked the halls of the academy, and even though they were empty because class was still in session, there was a lot to look at.

The building itself was more of a Japanese castle than a modern school, with spacious, square corridors, mainly built of wood and shoji paper. The doors were all sliding affairs without windows so I couldn’t peek inside the classrooms or offices, even if I wanted to. The only sign of glass was the windows looking out into the academy’s courtyard which revealed something rather beautiful.

According to the map I had in my head, the school had a large “main” building that was three stories, with two classrooms each for the first and second years on the ground floor, two classrooms for the third years on the second floor, and my personal dojo and office on the third floor. That meant six classrooms for a little over one-hundred students, according to Shinku, and on average that was roughly sixteen students per class, not counting mine. A surprisingly small number given how large this place was, but I imagined it was built to be able to teach more if the need arose.

Connected to both the west and east side of the main building were a pair of two-story “wings”. The west wing contained supply rooms, various student resource centers, and the medical ward. The east wing was the administrative center where all of the faculty offices were. It was also where the cafeteria, gymnasium, and indoor pool were. Disconnected from the main school was a building to the west which evidently was the dormitory complex where all the students stayed, and to the east was a large field that constituted the outdoor training grounds.

The main building and its two wings were wrapped around a central garden which was quite beautiful. I could see the whole thing from the window I was peering out. It was a forest of wisteria trees with beautiful purple petals and gardens full of spider lilies all along the ground. These were positioned throughout an intricate rock garden full of winding pathways and ponds where koi fish danced in intricate circles.

In the very center of this courtyard was a hot spring complex, and that was where Yui was currently. In fact, I could see her sitting in one of the heated pools, but the distance meant she was only an indistinct pale shape. I only knew it was her on account of the charm telling me exactly where she was. If I had a pair of binoculars I could have peeped on her pretty easily from this angle, and I assumed that was likely by Shinku’s design.

If what she said about the girls of this school was true then Yui wouldn’t mind if I did so, either. In fact, she probably wouldn’t mind if I joined her, and that was good because that was exactly what I planned to do. I excitedly made my way through the halls at a brisk pace and briefly tried to think of a reason for intruding. Since they would play along with whatever excuse I made, no matter its legitimacy, in the end I decided I would just play it by ear.

I didn’t rush through the immaculate rock gardens; they were so elaborate and well-done that I couldn’t help but absorb the scenery on my way to the onsen. When I finally arrived in the quaint little building and entered the dressing room, I disrobed and nearly dropped my clothes on the floor in my excited rush.

I located the basket containing Yui’s clothes, found the pasties she had been wearing, and gave them each a long and delighted sniff. They had the faint smell of feminine sweat on them, but also a hint of something more flowery. Perhaps Yui wore perfume?

The pasties themselves were interesting. Now that I thought back, I couldn’t remember any girl in the whole school that wore a bra, and given how cropped the tops were, I definitely would have noticed. Could these pasties be this world’s equivalent of a bra? They didn’t seem to provide any support, but then again, I supposed they didn’t have to if this was a dream. This world might not even have back pain, after all. Boobs seemed to jiggle as though they had much less weight, which was definitely adding to the whole anime appeal.

With that appetizer out of the way it was time for the main course. I giddily waltzed through the sliding door leading into the open-air hot springs. The view from the third-floor window didn’t do it justice. The water was crystal clear, and steam rose in gentle clouds above each pool. The stones were clean and smooth, looking comfortable to rest on, and the cobble floor was perfectly flat and smooth.

The only occupant of this bath was the familiar form of the silver-haired beauty, Yui. She was relaxing in one of the pools with her hair pulled up into a loose bun instead of its normal ponytail. When she noticed me enter, her face grew red, and she appeared to panic.

“S-sensei!” she lifted her tiny towel up to cover her nudity, but she frankly didn’t do a very good job, perhaps on purpose. Her cute, tiny nipples—just barely a shade pinker than her porcelain skin—were in plain view.

“Hello again, Yui,” I greeted, smiling as I approached.

“Th-this is the girl’s side!” Her eyes darted up and down between my face and my unobstructed cock.

“The onsen isn’t segregated,” I reminded her.

“O-oh, right, well, what are you doing here?” she asked directly to my penis before her eyes returned to mine.

“I’m here for your supplemental lesson, of course.”

“Here!?” her blush intensified. She was tomato red by now.

It was a good point, but I had a way to spin this. “You must be prepared at all times for an enemy attack, Yui. No matter the time or place,” I said, sagely.

“I-I guess that’s true,” she said, hanging her head a little shamefully, apparently embarrassed that she hadn’t thought of it that way.

“And while I’m here, I can wash your back,” I suggested, half-jokingly.

“Th-that would be nice, actually. I always have trouble reaching back there,” to my surprise, though I really shouldn’t be surprised at this point, she stood up from the water and crossed to the soap station nearby. My eyes were glued to her shapely rear. Though she had a slender frame, it had nice curves in the places that mattered, and I was enchanted by her nude form. To think, someone this haughty and tsundere was naked right in front of me, embarrassed but not even a hint of fury at my presence. I really was feeling like an anime protagonist, a hentai one at the very least.

She sat down on one of the plastic stools and leaned forward, exposing her full, sexy back to me. I grabbed the basket of soaps and conditioners and noticed the mirror in front of us. This was the first time I had actually gotten a look at my reflection and damn, I really was handsome. I could tell that I was still me, but I looked like a model now. No wonder all these girls were crushing on me.

I set the basket down on the ground in front of me and looked at the washcloth only briefly before grabbing it and tossing it carelessly behind me, “Oops, looks like this basket doesn’t have a cloth, I guess I’m gonna have to use my hands.”

Even though I was almost positive she had witnessed me throw the cloth away thanks to the mirror, she replied, “I guess it can’t be helped,” and then sighed. She did sound genuinely annoyed, but she didn’t bring up the thrown cloth or the four other baskets within arm’s reach—all with cloths of their own. Shinku hadn’t been kidding, they really would just accept any pretense for doing naughty things together without batting an eye. Yui really did want this.

I squirted the soap into my hands and rubbed them together vigorously. When they finally contacted the skin of her back, I was in heaven. I did my duty diligently, though, and scrubbed vigorously to remove all of the sweat and grime she had no doubt accumulated from training for hours on end. My sense of duty hadn’t quelled the burning fire of erotic satisfaction I was getting from feeling her smooth skin and firm back muscles, though.

“Do you enjoy coming to the onsen, Yui?” I asked.

“W-well, I don’t normally come here. I typically just take baths in my room. N-not that I’m afraid of being seen by other people or anything!” she quickly added. “But today, since I got out of lessons early, I decided to take advantage of the onsen being empty.”

Ah yes, the classic trope of a tsundere talking herself up a big game to mask inner insecurity. I was by no means disparaging the cornerstone of Japanese media, on the contrary, the fact that Yui’s personality was technically constructed from my own desires made it obvious where I stood on the topic. And that’s when I got an idea. I knew exactly what I was going to do with Yui’s supplemental lessons.

“I think we should discuss your lessons now,” I said, nodding but continuing to scrub her back. My hands were gradually circling further and further around her body, though, now including her sides. “I think I am going to take them in a new direction. I want to try building your confidence.”

“C-confidence?” she asked, turning her head in my direction. “Surely someone of my caliber doesn’t need confidence.”

“Well, that’s the thing, you do have confidence. A lot of it, it’s one of your greatest strengths. I’d like to capitalize on that. Hunting demons can be difficult work, and sometimes it can be frightening, even to an expert like myself. But no other tool has helped me in the line of duty more than having confidence in myself. Confidence begets courage, and courage can save your life. The more of it you have, the better.”

She seemed to consider this. I admit, on the surface it seemed a little silly. One might think that such a self-absorbed girl would need her ego taken down a peg, but that would be missing the whole reason she acted that way. She didn’t have confidence, that was why she felt the need to make herself seem superior, she was compensating. The true way to fix this attribute would be to boost her real confidence, and then she wouldn’t need to fake it anymore.

Also, I couldn’t deny in myself a very slight masochistic streak that sort of wanted to see what would happen if I added even more fuel to her haughty fire. I didn’t want her to become less tsundere.

“Okay, Sensei, if that is what you believe I need, I will trust your judgement. What is my first step?” she asked.

“This, right here, is your first step. Ultimately, confidence is a form of trust you build with your own self. You must trust yourself to do the right thing in the right moment and you trust your abilities to carry you through difficult challenges. You must be in touch with yourself, starting with your physical form. As I wash you, try to focus on the sensations running through your body, and most importantly, try to trust those sensations for what they are. Let your body be honest with you.”

I could actually feel gooseflesh rise up her spine and she did a damn good job of holding back a visible shiver, “Y-yes, Sensei. Easily.”

I more or less got into a rhythm, scrubbing her back and enjoying its lovely and gentle curves, then, once I was satisfied with how clean it was, I moved on to her shoulders and arms. Her long and slender limbs were slightly tense at first but then relaxed not long after, allowing my hands to do as they pleased.

“How does this feel?” I whispered.

“It feels good, Sensei,” she replied, more calmly than I had heard her so far.

“And is that your honest feeling?” I asked, following up.

She did not hesitate, “Yes.”

Ramping things up a little, I slid my hands under her arms to clean her pits and was quite thorough. A very faint Yui-specific scent pierced the smell of the soap and wafted to my nose, but it wasn’t unpleasant, so I allowed myself to happily breathe it in. Since my hands were on her upper sides, cleaning them quite thoroughly, every now and again the fingers would brush against her breastflesh. This was accidental at first, but eventually I started doing it on purpose and just pretended that it was inevitable.

In either case, she did not object, but I did notice her cheeks getting redder. She noticed it but was choosing not to comment. God damn, this was amazing. I was going to kiss that red-headed gamemaster next time I saw her.

“How does this feel?” I repeated this question in much the same way as last time, but now I went for broke and rubbed her soft handfuls of boob from behind as I did.

“I-it’s embarrassing, Sensei,” she replied. And I didn’t necessarily doubt it.

“And is that your honest feeling?” but I had already established a pattern.

This time she hesitated and did not reply.

My fingers brushed against her stiff nipples; I could see how cute they looked perked up in the mirror in front of us. “Tell me your honest feeling. Remember, confidence is being able to trust your feelings.”

She hesitated again, and then squeaked a little when I brushed against her nipples again, “I-it feels good, Sensei. Pl-please don’t stop,” her voice was a little dreamy as she said this.

I did as I was bidden, continuing to fondle her soft and smooth breasts. If I hadn’t been sold on the idea of this dream before, I definitely was now. This gorgeous silver-haired tsundere was begging me to fondle her tits.

“D-do you like them, Sensei?” she asked.

This felt a little bit like a breach of the roleplay we had going on, but I decided to answer anyway, “I do. I like them a lot.”

“A-and is that your honest feeling?” she asked, and I understood her game at once.

“I see what you did there. Making sure your Sensei is qualified to teach this subject, are we?”

She shrunk a little, “Chie, Atsuko, and Shinku have bigger ones, I always thought you preferred theirs…” and so, her insecurity became clear as day.

“Well, if I must give you my honest opinion on the matter, I believe every chest on every girl is unique and beautiful. Size is only one quality to be weighed against a multitude of others, many far more important; bigger won’t always mean better. For instance,” I gripped her breastflesh in my hands tightly before releasing them and watching them bounce back into place, “yours are so springy, smooth, and perfectly shaped. And they are just the perfect size for my hands, which is a nice bonus.”

She grew more and more scarlet as I continued to compliment her chest, but she was also smiling a little.

“And your breasts are far from the only wonderful thing about you. You are a true beauty in almost every conceivable way.”

Her shoulders came up and her head went down, seemingly trying to hide her embarrassment. I saw this as an opportunity.

“How did my words make you feel?” I decided not to distract her and began scrubbing her belly and hips.

She paused, not immediately replying. Then she said, quietly, “Thank you, Sensei,” and I could hear how happy and sincere she was in her voice, so I decided not to push for a more specific answer.

My hands wandered. My left came back up to her chest, gliding across the smooth, soapy skin of both breasts in a circular motion; and my right wandered downward to her thighs, scrubbing them and squeezing them, occasionally nearing her most sensitive spot. I could see the reflection of her face in the mirror, and not only did she look happy, but she also looked like she really wanted my touch. Every time my right hand approached her privates and then teasingly wandered away; she looked a little disappointed.

I also managed to get a good look at her groin in the mirror, because her legs gradually and invitingly parted with each pass of my hand. She had an adorable, puffy labia and her sex was completely hairless. There was just a hint of a soft pink slit that was soaking wet, and not just because of the bath anymore. It was begging me for my touch just as much as Yui’s sparkling pink eyes in the mirror.

“What do you want?” I asked. “And answer honestly.”

“Touch it,” she demanded without hesitation, seemingly just waiting for me to ask. I noted how forceful her words were, even though her tone was very subdued and calm. It was a totally different side to her. It seemed the honesty theme was going well, it pulled out the true Yui.

I obeyed, wanting to encourage this more assertive side of her and reward her for using it. I slid my right hand from her thigh and onto her delicate peach, squeezing and sliding my fingers across the crevasse lovingly. In the meantime, my left hand was still busy with her breasts, squeezing and now pinching her pebble-like nipples between its fingers.

Her response to this was a sharp gasp and a deep, satisfied moan.

“Focus on the feeling, nothing else. Focus on the sensation and what emotions it elicits,” I whispered softly into her ear.

Her eyes fluttered and closed a little as she seemed to do as I instructed. As a reward for her efforts, the pleasure had been amplified. This was evidenced by her moaning a little deeper and breathing a little more heavily. Her lovely flower was coated in a slick wetness that stuck to my fingers, and as I slid one between her puffy labia, she let out another moan of satisfaction and her folds welcomed my digit without qualm, even seeming to hug it like a long-lost friend.

“Good,” I said and brought myself closer, letting her feel my own torso against her back and the stiffness of my member against her rear.

“This is wonderful,” she said in a daze, “show me how you feel, Sensei. Show me.”

Once again, her words were quite demanding, and I was beginning to notice the theme. I wanted to play into it as best I could, so I grinned and pinched both her nipple and her clit at the same time, rolling them between my fingers gently but firmly.

She let out a louder moan and her voice cracked. She winced, but not in pain and I could feel goosebumps ripple across her body in a wave of pleasure.

I didn’t let up, alternating between pinching and stroking over and over. Her hips would wiggle back and forth, but I was holding her steady with my arms wrapped around her. Her ass grinding against my nethers was nice, though, so I didn’t hold her too steady, letting her have some space to sway back and forth at my touch.

Before long, I was having difficulty controlling myself, so I began pumping my hips and hotdogging myself between her ass cheeks. Like her breasts, they were springy and bouncy, and I was delighted at how they felt against my stiffness. At the same time, I let two of my fingers dive into the delicate flower of my pupil.

She moaned but her voice broke, letting out a barely audible breathy squeak, then she said, “Yes, Sensei, harder! Deeper!”

I did as I was instructed, but my fingers came to a sudden stop when they felt something I didn’t quite expect. I was so shocked at what I felt that I almost stopped entirely, but if I had done that now, Yui may have legitimately murdered me, and I wasn’t that masochistic.

You see, this wasn’t the first time I’ve done something like this. I’ve had girlfriends before, and I’d fingered them before, so I generally knew how this song and dance went. I’d only ever done it once to a girl who was a virgin, which is exactly why I knew what had stopped my fingers just now and what it meant. It was a hymen.

I briefly became worried about how she might react to feeling my fingers directly against her it, but to my surprise she moaned louder and deeper than ever before. It seemed it was her weak spot. Emboldened by this newfound knowledge, I began gently rubbing against the bit of flesh with my fingertips, feeling it and pressing into it. In addition, I brought my other hand down to pinch and rub her clit at the same time.

Her hips were jerking wildly, and her butt was clenching, making her cheeks hug my rod tightly and wonderfully. I continued to thrust my hips back and forth, feeling myself getting close to bursting. This was all too much stimulation, and not just for me. Yui had hunched over forward now that I was only securing her hips and was panting and moaning like mad.

“Harder, Sensei, I’m so close! Don’t you dare stop!” she practically screamed this order with more clarity and forcefulness than I was prepared for. Unlike the former Yui who only pretended to have confidence, this was the voice of a Yui who had true confidence. A Yui who knew what she wanted, how to get it, and be damned all who stood in her way.

Imagining this Yui in my mind and the kinds of things she would do to me drove me over the edge and I began to ejaculate. Seemingly at the same time, Yui climaxed. Her wet flower constricted my fingers in a vise-grip and rippled with pleasure as she moaned and spasmed. I let myself go, splattering my cream all over her back in an unrelenting torrent.

I didn’t stop fingering her pussy and rubbing her hymen until I had finished ejaculating, making sure she was feeling good for just as long as I was. When the affair finally winded down, we were both a panting mess of cum, sweat, and soap.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked, curious.

“Answer honestly?” Yui smiled at me as we both sat up again, facing each other.

I grinned back, “Of course.”

“Absolutely, Sensei. I was really worried for a moment there, though.”

“How come?”

She blinked, “Because I thought you were going to break my um… you know.” In an instant she was back to normal, no longer the forceful and confident Yui but the one who lacked self-confidence.

“Oh.”

“I-it’s just that you know I absolutely cannot break it.”

“How come?” I asked, sensing the answer was more complicated than just because her virginity was important.

She looked at me appalled, as though I should definitely know the answer. But she replied anyway, “Well, because of how that sort of thing works with onmyo magic. We can’t use onmyo magic if we lose our virginity before we perform one of the purification rituals. You should know, you’ve done one, haven’t you, Sensei?”

Oh, that was interesting. I needed to look more into that, but first I needed to get myself in the clear, “Oh, right, honestly it happened so long ago I tend to forget about it. You’re absolutely right, though, and I will be more careful in the future.”

She seemed relieved but also slightly conflicted, as though a part of her actually did want me to take her virginity anyway even if her logical mind forbade it. These girls really did adore me, but I was prepared to obey their more sensible dispositions, even if this was a dream and I technically didn’t have to worry because everything would work out in the end. Shinku made it this way for a reason, and I’d have to ask her why later if I didn’t figure it out on my own before then.

In any case, the supplemental lessons with Yui had been a wild success, and I even got a glimpse of a more imposing and—dare I say—sexier side of her. While I can’t imagine she would be anything close to a sadist, it would be reasonable to expect her to get more and more femdommy after more confidence training. I could also expect her to be doing these exercises on her own even when I wasn’t there to administer them personally, so I wouldn’t even have to visit her frequently to see this side of her.

Things were going to get interesting from here, I was sure of it.