The Case of Nagisa Fujima and Noboru Mitarai [pt. II]

The stale air of the gym storage room was thick with the scents of rubber mats, old sweat, and something far more primal. Tanaka sat completely naked, his massive, pendulous cock bobbing proudly between his thick thighs, belly jiggling with every slight movement. His clothes were carelessly tossed onto a pile of sports cones behind him, leaving nothing to the imagination. The harsh fluorescent light threw every detail into stark relief, making the obscene scene all the more real.

Nagisa knelt at his feet in nothing but her sports bra and athletic panties, her tanned skin glowing under the institutional lights. The blue mat beneath her knees squeaked faintly as she shifted for a better angle, never losing her bright, competitive smile. Tanaka’s cock, impossibly thick and veiny, glistened with her spit as she worked it with both hands and mouth, eyes squeezed shut with effort and arousal.

Noboru, still in his uniform, stood nearby with his back pressed against a rack of medicine balls. His face was hot and flushed, eyes fixed in fascination and disbelief at the scene unfolding just feet away.

Nagisa steadied Tanaka’s heavy cock with both hands, her fingers pressing into the soft, veined shaft. The heat of it radiated into her palms. Up close, the thick, musky scent made her nose wrinkle, yet her body shivered with anticipation. Her sports bra strained tight across her chest, the hard points of her nipples clear as day. Even in her embarrassment, she seemed unable to stop herself from pushing her chest out a little more, subconsciously flaunting herself.

Tanaka rested a hand on her head, his grip surprisingly gentle as he guided her face toward his cock. “Now, Nagisa-chan, give it a long, slow lick from the base to the tip. Take your time. There’s no rush when you’re pleasing a man.”

She nodded eagerly, a determined glint in her eye. “Like this?” Her tongue slid out, warm and wet, gliding along the thick underside of his shaft. She had to lean in, using both hands to hold it, as she dragged her tongue up to the crown, where a fat bead of pre-cum was already glistening. She paused, eyes flicking up at Tanaka, seeking approval.

“Good girl,” Tanaka rumbled, his belly wobbling as he shifted, angling his hips so she had better access.

Nagisa let out a breathy laugh and flicked her tongue over the head, swirling it around the leaking tip. The salty tang filled her mouth. “It’s so…big,” she murmured, half in awe, half in disbelief. She tried to wrap her lips around the tip, her jaw straining as she stretched to accommodate the girth.

To the side, Noboru’s fists were clenched, his jaw tight as he watched his girlfriend’s cheeks hollow around another guy’s cock. His own arousal pulsed, confusing and raw, as he witnessed Nagisa’s sexual instruction. He caught sight of the damp patch blooming across the seat of her panties, the wetness dark against the pale grey. Every instinct screamed at him to look away, but he had to look – that was the point.

Tanaka stroked Nagisa’s hair, offering steady encouragement. “Use your hand at the base, like this—” he placed her fingers so they circled the thick shaft just past his thick patch of black pubes, “—and let your tongue trace the ridge here. Remember, a woman’s job is to make her man feel like he’s king.”

She obediently wrapped her hand around the base, fingers straining to grip his girth as she mimicked his motion. She flattened her tongue, tracing the swollen ridge beneath the crown, swirling it in slow, careful circles just as he’d shown her. The taste and heat made her shiver, but she pressed on, wanting to impress him.

Nagisa’s lips slid further down, the stretch making her eyes water, but she persevered. Her hands worked in sync, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, and she moaned softly as she tasted more of him. Saliva dribbled down her chin, dripping onto her bare thighs and the mat below. She looked up, eyes sparkling with effort and excitement. “Am I doing okay?”

Tanaka grinned, his wide mouth full of satisfaction. “You’re doing perfectly, Nagisa-san. You’re so talented!”

His fingers tangled in her short hair, guiding her rhythm with casual authority. “I’m glad to see you’re so eager and assertive taking on this training. Noboru, take note. You’re lucky to have such a dedicated girlfriend.”

Noboru could only nod, his face flushed, eyes fixed on the obscene, arousing image before him—Nagisa’s toned body, her mouth stretched wide by Tanaka’s girth, her hands slick and trembling as she worked to please the instructor. Her hips wriggled unconsciously, the ache between her thighs growing with every encouraging word.

Nagisa pulled off with a gasp, catching her breath. “It’s so much bigger than I thought it’d be! I’m not sure I can take it all the way down…”

“That’s okay,” Tanaka assured her, stroking her cheek. “Most girls can’t their first time. But with practice, you’ll be amazed what your body can do. Now, let’s try again. Go at your own pace—just remember to use your tongue, keep it wet, and don’t be shy. The messier the better.”

Nagisa grinned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Yes, sensei!” She eagerly took him in again, swirling her tongue around the head, then sliding it along the thick underside as she bobbed her head, letting her saliva drip freely and using both hands to stroke and twist at the base, smearing the slickness everywhere.

Nagisa pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, flashing Tanaka a mischievous grin. She stroked his shaft with both hands, pausing to tap the head against her cheek before licking a fat bead of precum from the tip.

A look of concentration settled over Nagisa’s face as she pulled his huge cockhead in her mouth, her lips snug around the crown. Carefully, she curled the tip of her tongue to tease a sensitive spot on the thick underside, tracing slow, delicate circles just where the head met the shaft.

“Here, right?” she managed around his girth, pausing to press her tongue firmly at the spot beneath the crown. “This seems to be your favorite spot.”

She giggled and wiggled her hips, clearly proud of her discovery, then plunged back down, sucking hard and twisting her wrists.

“But… I do think I’m getting pretty good at this…” she mumbled, mouth full.

Noboru, watching her jaw stretch to accommodate Tanaka’s monstrous girth, tried to make a joke to cover his jealousy and arousal.

“Makes sense her mouth muscles are toned too..” he muttered, voice thick with nervous laughter. “She’s constantly chewing on some snack or another…”

Nagisa, cheeks bulging and eyes narrowing, flicked him a sideways glare, her mouth still gliding along Tanaka’s cock.

“Shut up… You talk too much, Noboru-kun……” she managed, her words muffled by her efforts.

Tanaka just laughed, voice rumbling with pleasure and pride. “Yea, like that… Your mouth feels great! Mmmgh….I’m getting close! Come on and take it!”

He rocked his hips forward, his thick shaft filling Nagisa’s mouth as she struggled to take him deeper. Even as she managed a few inches down her throat, her face was still a good distance from his crotch—leaving a gap between her lips and the soft press of his belly. His large, heavy balls swung pendulously beneath, each forward thrust sending them swaying toward her chin, sometimes just brushing her skin, sometimes missing by a hair, the near-contact threatening and teasing. The lewd sound of his movements echoed in the small room, mingling with the squeaks of the mat and the ragged, wet sound of Nagisa’s breathing.

Nagisa pulled off to gasp for breath, saliva stringing from her lips to the tip of Tanaka’s cock. She stroked him eagerly, pumping her fists as she looked up, waiting for the inevitable.

Tanaka’s hands tightened in her hair, his thighs trembling as his cock throbbed.
“Ngh… drink—drink my cum!” he barked, voice deep and commanding.

Nagisa’s eyes widened in excitement and anticipation. She plunged her mouth back onto his cock just as he erupted, thick jets of semen flooding her mouth and spilling past her lips, dribbling down her chin and splattering her chest and abs. She gulped desperately, doing her best to swallow everything he gave her, her moans muffled by the obscene, overflowing load.

Noboru watched in stunned silence, his own erection aching beneath his trousers as his girlfriend knelt, triumphant and messy, the normal outcome of sexual training on full display: a beautiful, athletic girl swallowing another guy’s cum in the middle of a gym storage room, right before his eyes—and loving every second of it.

Tanaka’s orgasm finally ebbed, leaving Nagisa kneeling on the mat, her mouth brimming with his thick, pearly semen. She looked up at him, lips stretched in a delighted, messy smile, cum drooling slowly from the corners of her mouth down her chin and collarbone.

Tanaka, catching his breath, tapped the top of her head gently. “Hold it, Nagisa-chan. That’s it—don’t swallow yet. Give it a nice chew. Let the taste fill your mouth, every last bit. Show Noboru what a diligent girlfriend looks like.”

Nagisa nodded eagerly, swirling the mouthful in her cheeks and giving a playful little chomp. She made a soft, “Mmm!” sound, her eyes lighting up in genuine pleasure at the rich, savory flavor—nothing fishy or bitter at all, but thick and hearty, almost like gravy on a perfectly cooked steak. She chewed, savoring it, before hopping up to her feet, still clad in only her bra and panties.

“Look, Noboru-kun!” she chirped, cheeks puffed out with Tanaka’s load, her tongue playfully pressing the creamy substance to the front of her teeth so he could see. She grinned, noticing the tent in his slacks. “You really like seeing this, don’t you?” she teased, winking at him before opening her mouth wide, giving him a clear view of the white bounty sloshing across her tongue.

Noboru felt his face go hot, completely unable to hide the tent in his trousers. There was no denying his arousal—Nagisa’s athletic, energetic body on display, her lips gleaming with another boy’s seed, so openly proud and happy to show off for him.

Tanaka’s booming voice cut through the electric silence. “Good girl! That’s what I like to see. Now, go ahead and swallow it down. Let it settle in your tummy—just like a proper girlfriend should. You make his seed part of yourself. That’s how you show real gratitude for being trained by a man.”

Nagisa nodded enthusiastically and tipped her head back, swallowing the entire mouthful with a dramatic gulp. She opened her mouth wide afterward, showing off her clean, empty mouth to both guys.

“All gone!” she chirped, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Thank you so much, Tanaka-sensei!” She bowed politely, the gesture almost comical given her near-nudity and the lewd context. “I feel amazing—I really get what everyone was talking about! It’s so… satisfying!”

Tanaka chuckled, giving her a slow, approving nod. “That’s exactly how a girlfriend should be. Always be grateful when your man gives you his semen—make sure you thank him, and let him know you want more. It’s your job to help him feel proud and happy to share it with you.”

Nagisa turned to Noboru, still grinning, a faint blush on her cheeks but unmistakable pride in her posture. “Did you see? I’m really getting the hang of this. I can’t wait for you to try, too, Noboru-kun!”

Noboru swallowed hard, utterly dazed by the scene but helplessly aroused.

Tanaka, still nude and utterly at ease, patted Nagisa on the head, his only marginally softened cock dangling and glistening with her spit. “We’ll keep practicing, and soon you’ll be the best girlfriend on the team. That’s a promise.”

Nagisa bounced on her toes, her energy undiminished, basking in the praise and the thrill of having shown off for her boyfriend—and hungry for more.

“Alright, Nagisa-chan,” Tanaka said, his tone both mocking and full of authority, just barely couched in official-sounding language. “Let’s run you through the whole lesson—your boyfriend needs to see how things are supposed to go if he wants to keep up. Go on, get ready for a proper demonstration.”

He eyed her chest and grinned wider. “And lose the bra too. We’re not half-assing anything today.”

Nagisa flushed—caught between excitement and the thrill of obedience. She reached back, unfastened her sports bra, and slid it off, exposing her small but perfectly shaped breasts, nipples hard and dark against her tanned skin. Without hesitation, she eased herself back onto the mat, her short hair spreading like a halo, legs bending at the knees.

She hooked her fingers into her soaked athletic panties and peeled them down, revealing her glistening sex. They joined her sports bra in a discarded pile on the mat beside her hips and she turned her head to shoot Noboru a cheeky grin.

He was staring at her exposed body—pink folds swollen and dewy, her arousal obvious, her scent rising sharp and intoxicating. He felt lightheaded, shame and excitement mixing in equal measure.

Tanaka knelt between Nagisa’s spread thighs, letting his huge cock rest heavily against her stomach as he leaned in, looming and smug. He glanced at Noboru with a wicked grin, not even pretending to hide the relish in his voice. “Pay close attention, Noboru. This is what your girlfriend really needs, and what you’ll never give her if you don’t put in the work. But don’t worry—everybody gets their turn, eventually. Well… almost everybody.”

He looked back to Nagisa, his tone both patronizing and intimate. “Now show us how a girl welcomes her man properly. Make it good, Nagisa-chan—I want your boyfriend to remember every second.”

Nagisa shivered, anticipation thrumming through her as she spread herself wider, opening up for Tanaka’s gaze and for Noboru’s lesson—caught helplessly between humiliation, duty, and a rising pleasure that left no room for shame.

Nagisa lay back on the blue mat, legs splayed wide, her short hair fanned out and her small breasts rising and falling with every anxious breath. She shivered as Tanaka knelt between her thighs, his thick cock heavy against her inner thigh—every inch of him slick, veined, and far more than she’d ever dreamed of handling. For an instant, nerves threatened to overpower her, but a look from Tanaka—commanding, expectant—kept her rooted in place.

He lined himself up, broad hands pressing her knees back, folding her nearly in half beneath his hulking frame. With one steady push, the broad crown of his cock began to part her slick, trembling folds. Nagisa’s gasp cut through the hush, hips jerking reflexively as her body was stretched to its limits.

“There we go…” Tanaka grunted, leaning forward, belly pressing into her thighs as he bore down. “Relax, Nagisa-chan. You need to feel every inch.”

She felt her pussy lips spread wide, his head pressing in, the thick shaft forcing her open in ways that bordered on pain, then blurred into shocking, addictive pleasure. Each new inch burrowed deeper, making her eyes water—her stomach bulged, visibly distended by the sheer girth forcing its way inside.

“Oh my god, Sensei!” she choked out, voice muffled as he leaned even closer, face just above hers, arms pinning her shoulders. The mat squeaked under his weight, his hips rocking forward in slow, relentless pulses, burying himself deeper and deeper with every motion.

Just feet away, Noboru watched in paralyzed awe—caught somewhere between shame and raw, animal fascination. Tanaka, never breaking his rhythm, shot him a look over Nagisa’s trembling body and grinned. With a lewd flick of his hand, he scooped up Nagisa’s discarded panties from the mat and tossed them to Noboru.

“Don’t just stand there, Noboru,” he said, voice dripping with amusement and authority. “Wrap those around your cock and stroke yourself. Imagine your hand is Nagisa’s pussy—hot, wet, squeezing tight around you. That’s what you’ll be feeling after you get your license. Keep pace with us. Consider this your training.”

Noboru’s heart thudded in his chest as he looked down at the soft, still-warm panties in his palm, damp with her sweat and musk. A deep flush crept across his cheeks; he hesitated, acutely aware of how much smaller he was than Tanaka—pathetically so. But the command was absolute. At least Nagisa wasn’t looking his way, sparing him further shame. He unzipped and freed himself, wrapping the fabric around his erection, the slippery, intimate dampness both comforting and humiliating. He started to stroke, matching the rhythm of Tanaka’s relentless thrusts—each movement reminding him, again and again, of what was happening before his eyes.

Tanaka’s breath was hot and heavy above Nagisa’s face. “Look at you… taking it all. This is what real sex looks like, Noboru—watch and learn.”

Nagisa’s eyes rolled back, her hands scrabbling for purchase on his sweaty back, her body arching to meet him as her pussy was **** wider, the base of his cock finally slapping against her raw, stretched lips. The shape of his shaft bulged out above her mons, visible proof of the impossible fullness. With every deep thrust, Tanaka’s massive balls swung forward, slapping against her ass, adding to the chorus of flesh, squeaking mat, and panting, gasping breaths.

Her whole body shuddered, her walls spasming around him, and for a terrifying, glorious moment, she felt like she was being split open and filled to the very core. “Aah… aah… I can feel you everywhere, Sensei—!”

Tanaka’s rhythm grew relentless, hips pistoning, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest as he bent her to his will. Her legs trembled, drawn up and pinned to his sides, body utterly at his mercy in the perfect, helpless mating press.

“Don’t look away, Noboru,” Tanaka called out, voice ragged but triumphant. “See what your girl really needs. Try to keep up—if you can.”

Noboru’s breath came in ragged pants as he obediently kept stroking, the scent of Nagisa’s arousal flooding his senses, the humiliation and forbidden excitement mingling into something dizzying. His fist moved in frantic mimicry, **** to match the raw, world-shaking rhythm Tanaka set between Nagisa’s quivering thighs.

Nagisa, meanwhile, was lost in sensation—her world reduced to the heat and fullness inside her, her moans rising as every muscle clenched and shuddered with each deep, powerful thrust.

Nagisa’s body trembled with anticipation as she straddled Tanaka, her breath coming in quick little pants. Sweat shimmered along her tanned skin, her track-honed thighs flexing as she worked herself down on his monstrous cock, guided by his hands braced firmly at her hips.

“Nnn… like this, Sensei?” Nagisa asked, bracing herself with hands on his chest, sweat glistening on her collarbone.

“Yeah, that’s it. Come on—harder, faster. Show your boyfriend how it’s done.” Tanaka’s grip was bruising, his face split in a wolfish grin as he enjoyed the sight of her determined efforts.

Her thighs shook with exertion, every muscle in her legs working to bounce herself along his impossible length. Tanaka’s approval was palpable, but it was more than just for her—he made a show of it, locking eyes with Noboru.

Noboru’s fist, wrapped in Nagisa’s damp panties, pumped in awkward mimicry of their pace. The heat, the scent, the spectacle—his girlfriend riding Tanaka, taking pleasure she’d never known with him—overwhelmed him. At first, he tried to slow down, to stave off the inevitable, but the humiliation only spurred him closer to the edge.

Tanaka noticed instantly, never breaking rhythm. “Oi, Noboru. Don’t you dare slack off. Your hand needs to match her pussy. That’s your training. Don’t hold back—if you’re gonna blow, blow. Just keep going after.”

Flushed, panicking, Noboru tried to obey, speeding up his strokes. The effort to recover his composure only made things worse: his cock throbbed violently, and in just a few rapid pumps he lost all control. His hips jerked, breath catching in his throat.

The helmet-shaped head of his cock distorted the soft fabric of Nagisa’s panties as he came, the first shot soaking through instantly, darkening the cotton in a wet, spreading bloom. The next spurt and the next followed in quick succession, pearly streaks oozing through and beginning to drip onto his trembling fist. Noboru sagged against the wall, shame and lingering pleasure mixing in his head, but Tanaka’s voice snapped him back.

“Don’t stop. Get yourself hard again, and keep matching us,” Tanaka ordered, not bothering to hide his sneer. “You want to keep up, you need stamina. Otherwise, your girl’s going to get used to something better.”

Nagisa, lost in the relentless motion, barely heard. Sweat and pleasure blurred her senses; every bounce sent Tanaka’s cock plunging deeper, grinding against sensitive walls she’d never known before. She gasped, her moans rising in pitch as he reached up, pinching her nipples, guiding her to grind harder, faster.

Then, with practiced ease, Tanaka flipped her beneath him, taking charge fully. He pressed her knees wide, pinning her in place as he thrust, the full **** of his body behind every movement. The mat squeaked, her breath came in broken, **** sobs. “Aah! Sensei, it’s… it’s so much—!”

“Good girl. This is what you need,” Tanaka taunted, his hips unrelenting, his stamina seemingly endless. “Your boyfriend can watch and learn. This is what real sex looks like.”

Nagisa’s hands clung to his broad back, her body shuddering through crest after crest of pleasure. “I—ah—Sensei, please—kiss me!”

Tanaka obliged, crushing her lips with his, owning her cries, his tongue claiming her mouth with the same relentless ****.

Nagisa beamed as Tanaka guided her into reverse cowgirl, her hands pressing against his vast belly for balance. Her toned legs flexed, feet flat against the mat, short hair swinging as she raised and lowered herself onto his monstrous cock. Even as her body was stretched to its limit, her grin was a flash of challenge and pride.

“Look at this, Noboru-kun!” she panted, glancing back over her shoulder, voice breathless but victorious. “I’m getting the hang of it!”

Tanaka’s thick hands gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm, his gut shuddering with every bounce. He watched her ass slap down, cock vanishing again and again into her slick, clutching heat. “That’s it—ride me, Nagisa-chan. Show us both what you’ve learned.”

Nagisa moaned, the sound wild and free. Her orgasm came in hot, pulsing waves, her thighs trembling with exertion and pleasure. Her entire body quivered, sweat beading on her brown skin, her breasts swaying with every frantic motion. The mat beneath her grew slick, her gasps and the wet clap of their bodies echoing in the cramped room.

On the sideline, Noboru couldn’t look away, even as his heart sank. He felt like he was watching an impossible level-up sequence—his girlfriend, who’d confessed to him only weeks ago, now conquering the most outrageous sexual challenge he’d ever seen. He was half aroused, half crushed, painfully aware of his own level one status compared to Tanaka’s towering mastery.

His hand moved inside Nagisa’s panties, the dampness both shameful and intoxicating. He stroked himself in time with her thrusts, jaw tight as he watched her ride, wanting desperately to believe he could ever make her feel this way. But the truth was stark—he was just a spectator at the boss battle.

Tanaka let out a satisfied groan, his hands slipping from Nagisa’s hips to her waist. With one smooth motion, he pulled her back, tumbling her onto his massive, sweat-slicked chest. She landed with a yelp, then a helpless giggle, sprawled across him, legs still spread, cock still buried deep.

He pressed a hand to her throat—not hard, but firm, possessive. With his other hand, he cradled her head, drawing her down for a deep, claiming kiss. Nagisa melted into it, sighing happily, her entire body aglow with victory and exhaustion.

Noboru, trembling, hovered close. He couldn’t help himself. As he stroked faster, he felt his climax hit—spurt after spurt soaking through her crumpled panties, landing in glistening drops on Nagisa’s mound, trickling down to where Tanaka’s cock still stretched her wide.

Nagisa looked up, breathless and glowing, licking her lips. “Wow… Tanaka-sensei, that was…amazing!” She giggled, proud, flushed, utterly changed. “I think I’m getting really good at this!”

Tanaka’s arm curled around her, anchoring her in place, a lazy, smug grin on his face. “That’s the spirit, Nagisa-chan. You’re a natural.”

Noboru, spent and humbled, sank back, his dick already wilting in his hand. He watched as his girlfriend reveled in her triumph, her mastery, and felt an ache that was equal parts longing and defeat. He wished he was the one to have awakened that smile on her face, the one to level up so spectacularly in her eyes—but he knew, for now at least, he was still just a beginner, outclassed and outmatched.

The scene settled into a sweaty, tangled silence—Nagisa sprawled in contentment atop Tanaka’s immense frame, Noboru still kneeling nearby, panting and lost, the memory of this lesson forever burned into all three of their hearts.

Tanaka sat back, lounging comfortably as Nagisa, still glowing and messy, snuggled onto his lap. Noboru, red-faced and spent, was wiping himself off with a tissue, clutching Nagisa’s panties.

Tanaka’s tone switched to that of a benevolent instructor, as if he’d just wrapped up an ordinary after-school club.

“Alright, you two. Great work today! Now, for your homework and couple practice—pay close attention!”

He beamed at Nagisa, then at Noboru.
“First, remember: you can’t engage in actual intercourse or oral sex with each other until you’ve both completed the entire training program. That’s the law and the curriculum. But! That doesn’t mean you can’t have fun together.”

He held up a finger, as if reading from a rulebook.
“For your couple assignment: I want you to spend at least thirty minutes each night together, focusing on teasing, touching, and exploring each other’s bodies—but no penetration, and no using your mouths on each other. You’ll take turns masturbating each other, helping your partner find out what feels good. It’s important you talk honestly about your fantasies and kinks—no secrets, full disclosure! That’s what builds intimacy. If you feel the urge to do more, remember: patience is a virtue. Real fulfillment comes from anticipation. Plus, you don’t want to ruin your bodies for the real training sessions, right?” He winked at Nagisa, making it clear only he could offer that “real training.”

Noboru nodded, a little dejected but unable to argue against Tanaka’s cheerful, “official” tone.

Tanaka’s grin widened as he continued,
“On Thursday night, you’ll have a special assignment—phone sex practice! I’ll go over the details in class that day, but start thinking about what turns you on and what you want to hear from your partner. You’ll need to be creative and honest.”

Nagisa perked up immediately, looking both giddy and embarrassed, a flush blooming across her cheeks. “Sensei, um… when is my next training session with you?”

Tanaka’s eyes twinkled, his satisfaction barely hidden. “Eager already, huh? That’s the attitude I love to see, Nagisa-chan. Don’t worry, I’ll be calling you in soon for a private lesson. There’s a lot more for you to experience—and I want to see you grow into the best girlfriend you can be. As for you, Noboru, keep up the practice. Take notes, ask questions, and remember: supporting your girlfriend’s progress is what makes you a real man.”

Nagisa squeezed his arm, beaming. “Thank you, Sensei! I’ll do my best!”

Noboru swallowed his frustration, clutching Nagisa’s panties like a lifeline, resigned to his new role as supportive spectator, left craving what only Tanaka was permitted to provide.

Tanaka clapped his hands, as if concluding a team meeting. “You two are dismissed! I expect detailed logs of your nightly practice, and don’t be afraid to get creative. Remember—good students are always honest with their instructor. See you in class!”