Stealing Spree

Chapter 2894: Held back

"This brat. Quit it!" Hayashi-sensei squirmed from my embrace but it lacked any real conviction. "Someone could come in at any moment!"

"Hmm? Then, shall we move over there?" I pointed to one of the curtained infirmary beds. The heavy fabric could provide a sanctuary of privacy just a few feet away.

I completely wrapped my arms around her and anchored my chin on her shoulder. The medicine bottles clinked as her focus already wavered.

She exhaled softly as her breathing became uneven.

Hayashi-sensei was a woman of discipline and poise, but in the privacy of this room, that facade was now melting into something far more pliable.

Although she clearly wanted to continue scolding me, this move distracted her entirely.

I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, a contrast to the sterile chill of the room. Slowly, I brought my hand to her chin, turning her face just enough to face me.

"What do you think, sensei? Shall we move or... I let you go? I really want to make it up to you but if I’m making you uncomfortable, I will naturally take a step back."

Hayashi-sensei stared into my eyes, her pupils trembling as she fought a losing battle against her own composure.

The stern mask of the school nurse and respected educator was cracking, revealing a hunger that mirrored the very things she scolded me for.

"G-go back to your class and stop buttering me up!" Hayashi-sensei squirmed once again.

This time, I loosened my hold and let her slip out of my embrace. Then, I took a step back, leaving her at a loss as to how I backed down easily.

"Mhm. I apologize for my rudeness, sensei. Please look after Hana." Upon saying that, I gave her a playful wink and turned toward the door.

Even without looking, I could almost hear the internal war raging in her mind. The struggle between her professional dignity and the sudden void I had left behind.

Just as I reached for the door handle, her voice rang out.

"Onoda-kun!"

I paused, my hand already at the indentation of the sliding door.

I didn’t turn around immediately as I intended to savor her reaction this time.

She really couldn’t make up her mind, huh? She rejected my advances, but now that I was about to leave, she stopped me.

When I finally looked back, Hayashi-sensei was staring straight at me, her face a mixture of frustration and longing.

"Come back here, you shameless brat." She commanded with a soft voice as though afraid that Hana might wake up.

My lips curved up a little before saying, "I thought I was being sent back to class, sensei."

Hayashi-sensei didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she glanced toward the bed where Hana was sound asleep, then back at me. The authoritative mask she wore as a teacher had completely dissolved, leaving behind a woman whose breathing was shallow and uneven.

With a disgruntled huff, Hayashi-sensei turned towards the place I pointed at earlier. She walked inside without telling me to follow her.

Of course, it didn’t need to be said anymore.

After closing the one where Hana was sleeping, I stepped into the small, curtained sanctuary where Hayashi-sensei disappeared.

The moment I stepped inside and the curtain slid shut, she grabbed me by my collar and dragged me to sit on the infirmary bed.

The springs of the thin mattress creaked under my weight but it was silenced by pressing her knees against my sides as she climbed up to my lap.

"Sensei?" I pretended to be startled, which somehow netted me a positive result, as her lips curled up into a small, triumphant smile.

"Shut up. Isn’t this what you’re hoping to happen? You always pretend to have restraint, yet you keep pushing until I’m the one who can’t stand it," Hayashi-sensei pressed her forehead against mine, her warm, fragrant breath wafting over my lips. The authoritative distance she usually maintained had vanished, replaced by a desperate, simmering hunger that made her tremble slightly.

I let out a soft chuckle, my hands finding the curve of her hips. "What are you saying, sensei? I wasn’t pretending. It’s just that... I kept on losing my restraint. Especially now when you’ve acted more forward."

"I was ready to return, you know? Thinking I’d blown my chance away. Yet, you stopped me." I whispered, my voice dropping to a low, resonant hum. I slid my palms upward, tracing the smooth fabric of her lab coat until I felt the warmth of her waist.

Her body quivered a little from the sensation but she didn’t stop me. "Psh. Aren’t you just pretending to leave?"

Well, I was expecting her to stop me and she did. I guess that counts.

"Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t but sensei, it didn’t change the fact that you brought us here. And now you got me locked down like this."

My lips curled up into a grin, which immediately earned me a small headbutt from her.

She then pulled back slightly, pushing the bridge of her glasses to fix it. "Stop being cocky. What exactly are you planning to do? Isn’t it this? I’m giving you the opportunity now."

"Is that really the case? Why is it that I feel like I’m being dominated by you, sensei?"

"Ugh. What? Do you want me to lie down and wait for you?"

"Well, that’s not a bad idea."

As soon as the words left my lips, Hayashi-sensei headbutted me again before clicking her tongue, "Erase that thought."

"What if I don’t want to?"

"... I’m gonna get mad at you." Hayashi-sensei muttered, though her voice had lost every ounce of its edge, turning into a breathless, honeyed plea.

"Honestly, I’m curious as to how mad you can be, sensei. I’ve been audacious these past few weeks, yet you always tolerate me. Even... advancing our relationship to what it is now."

"I truly felt bad when you lectured me. That’s why... I decided to make it up to you. And as you know me, I didn’t have a huge arsenal of methods to appease my woman," I said with my voice filled with sincerity.

Hayashi-sensei narrowed her eyes, most likely trying to weigh whether I was just playing with her or if I actually felt a shred of guilt.

Slowly, she shifted on my lap as her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me down her chest. "Regardless of the truth in your words, you’re truly bad at this. You only know how to provoke. No shame, no hesitation... All you have is this relentless drive to accomplish what you set out to do."

She let out a shaky breath as she buried my face further in her valley, "But that’s exactly why I can’t seem to ignore you."

I struggled to raise my head and meet her gaze, my cheek still pressed against the lush warmth of her chest. The rhythmic thumping of her heart was fast, matching the frantic pace of my own.

I could feel her trembling, a fine tremor that spoke of a woman who had spent far too long maintaining a facade of sterile composure.

"If my drive is so relentless, sensei, then maybe you should stop trying to fight it."

Hayashi-sensei let out another sigh, her grip on my head tightening for a brief moment before her hands cupped my cheeks, "Yes. I should."

As though finally coming to terms with her own desire, Hayashi-sensei leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a kiss that fully conveyed her frustration, annoyance and longing for me.

I responded in kind, matching the soft and gentle hunger of her kiss. Since this was her first time taking the initiative, I’d let her take the lead.

And Hayashi-sensei committed to that. As though the release of a dam that had been holding back a flood of repressed desire, she poured in everything through that kiss.

When our lips separated, the woman stared at me with an indignant flush. Although she was satisfied with my response, she was also annoyed that I just received what she was giving.

"Hmm? Is there something wrong, sensei?" I pretended to be confused, though my hands were already tracing the curve of her back beneath the hem of her lab coat.

Her face twitched in annoyance before pressing her lips against mine again. This time, more aggressive as though she’s provoking me to respond eagerly.

She sucked both my lips as though they offended her before using her tongue to invade my mouth. At the same time, she guided one of my hands to her voluptuous chest, pressing my palm firmly and letting my fingers dig into the soft, yielding fabric of her blouse.

My tongue met hers, tangling with it as I pulled her body closer to mine, hooking my other arm firmly around her waist to erase any remaining gap between us.

With this, Hayashi-sensei’s aggressiveness instantly softened as if she was only waiting for me to take the lead again.

"Sensei, are you still going to scold me, or should I just focus on pampering you right now?" I whispered as our lips separated momentarily while my hand started fondling her breast, squeezing the lush weight of it.

"I don’t care..." She replied, sounding a little breathless. "Just... shut up and do what you set out to do, you brat."