Stealing Spree

Chapter 2895: Make up for it (1) *

Hearing those words from Hayashi-sensei, my restraint came loose.

After all, it hadn’t been long since Hana and I did it. Then there was also that peeking girl, Suzuki Yumika, who stirred my blood. Now, the allure of a mature woman in a position of authority like hers stirred up a different kind of desire in me.

If she’s this forward, it’s only right that I answer her with equal intensity.

"Since that’s the case... Don’t blame me for my shamelessness, sensei."

Upon saying that, I shifted her weight, sliding her down from my lap so she lay back against the thin, crinkly mattress.

The privacy created by the curtain had already turned this small world of white fabric into a heated one. Despite the sterile air, there was nothing clinical about what we’re currently doing.

Without wasting time on slow transitions, I moved over her, parted her lab coat open and my hands quickly undid the few buttons of her blouse underneath.

The sight of her, flushed and breathless with her chest heaving, was a far cry from the composed director who used to glare at me every time I would visit her office. Now, she showed the same expression as when I first wiggled my way into her heart.

Even while frowning, her delicate hands caressed my head filled with affection.

And given our current situation, watching me on top of her like this seemed to fuel her desire.

A while later, Hayashi-sensei subtly nodded, giving her tacit permission for me to continue.

A pleasant smile formed on my lips as I sealed her lips with mine again. At the same time, my hands slowly peeled the fabric covering her chest, giving me access to the bountiful curves that had been teasing me through her professional attire since earlier.

The sight of her creamy, supple skin spilling from the mature lace of her bra was almost too much to handle.

After savoring her lips and tongue for a few more moments, I shifted my focus downward.

I didn’t want to rush the experience, but the clock was still ticking. At any moment, another student or teacher might stroll into the infirmary, making the risk of discovery like a sword hanging above our heads and, at the same time, a potent aphrodisiac.

I trailed my kisses from her neck down to her valley while my naughty hands fondled her pair of plump breasts.

Her fingers threaded through my hair as my lips gradually moved over the still-covered cherry peak.

Finding that spot, even with her bra blocking the way, I gave it a quick kiss, pressing down just enough for her to feel it properly.

As soon as that happened, Hayashi-sensei let out a stifled gasp as she almost pulled my hair off.

"Hmmph... Y-you still dare tease me." She whispered breathlessly, sounding more aggrieved and helpless at the same time.

In response, I pressed my lips against it again. Then, I slowly parted them open, nipping the gradually hardening cherry underneath between my lips.

Hayashi-sensei’s back arched instinctively, her spine curving like a bow as a shuddering moan escaped her lips.

The sound was muffled by the heavy fabric of the curtains and the distance from the sleeping Hana, but it echoed loudly in the small, humid space.

Her hands, which had been clutching my hair, slid down to my shoulders, gripping the fabric of my shirt with a desperate intensity.

"You... you audacious brat," She whimpered, though her voice was thick with a lust that contradicted the insult. "Y-you’re doing this again."

"Doing what, sensei? Like this?" I cheekily answered before focusing on my task. The same thing I did the first time our intimacy reached this level.

Taking some time teasing her over the protection of her bra, my tongue circled the peak of her breast through the lace, teasing her sensitive cherry and creating a wet patch that further delivered pleasure throughout her body.

Hayashi-sensei could only glare at me as she showed an indignant expression. But her body was more honest. Aside from her neck and face turning as red as an apple, the way her body was responding to me was something she couldn’t hide.

"Haa... I shouldn’t have called you back..."

Though her words expressed regret, it was clearly nothing more than her acceptance of our situation. Ever since that day, our relationship had already transformed into something more intimate. Even if she didn’t want to put a label on it yet, her affection for me had long surpassed her previous affection for my father. Her years of one-sided infatuation towards him had already been completely rewritten by the time I stepped into her life.

When I sensed her growing frustration, I used my mouth to tug at the edge of her lace bra, pulling it down just enough to expose her supple skin to the open air. The contrast between the sterile white sheets and the flushed, creamy glow of her chest was intoxicating.

I let out a small, playful hum, my tongue finally tasting her skin as I flicked the lace aside. The moment my warm tongue touched her hardening peak, Hayashi-sensei’s entire body jolted. She let out a soft, high-pitched cry, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist to pull me closer.

"S-stop talking and just... do it," She whimpered, her head tossing from side to side on the thin pillow.

Watching her professional, stern persona gradually transform into the trembling, needy woman beneath me would always be a sight that could stir my blood.

Upon hearing that, I naturally followed. My mouth and tongue focused on her pink, sensitive peak, swirling around it in a rhythmic dance that drew a delicious sigh from her lungs.

I could feel the rapid thumping of her heart as I alternated between the pair, giving both the same treatment.

At the same time, my lower body pressed down on her, enough that her pencil skirt rolled up, allowing me to grind the bulge in my pants against her sacred place. At each subtle thrust, the friction created between us made her more responsive to pleasure.

Perhaps if not for being aware of our current situation, she would’ve long thrown caution to the wind and allowed her voice to carry through the room.

Like this, I focused on sucking on her nipples, teasing them as much as I could while at the same time, stimulating her sacred place through my relentless grinding. Hayashi-sensei’s breath was coming in short bursts, with her composure now a distant memory.

Although our movements weren’t chaotic yet, the bed was already creaking. Add to that, the sterile scent of the infirmary had been completely overtaken by the sweet aroma of our mutual arousal.

"Onoda... please..." She whimpered again with her voice like a fragile thread, ready to snap at any moment. She wasn’t commanding me anymore, but pleading.

Listening to her alluring voice, my desire for her flared up further. Initially, I only planned to make up for my insensitivity by hugging and kissing her but now that we’d reached this point, I wouldn’t be content without seeing her come undone.

"Got it, sensei."

I sat up momentarily to pull my cock out. It was already hard again. Then, I rolled up her skirt, giving me access to pull down her stockings and a mature pair of panties down to her knees.

After that, I raised both of her legs, pressing them together while I positioned myself.

Understanding what I was about to do, Hayashi-sensei could only cover her face with her arm as the tip of my cock slid across her beautiful slit. The wetness greeting me was a testament to how much she had been longing for this, her body humming with a desperate, electric hunger.

"You... you really have no shame," she whimpered, her voice a trembling mess of pleasure.

"I told you, sensei. I’m just making up for my rudeness," I whispered, leaning down to capture her lips one last time before driving myself forward, teasing the entrance to her sacred place with a few pokes.

Although Hana somehow convinced me that my stalling for an ideal place and time for our first time shouldn’t be so strict, especially when they had long prepared themselves for it, I naturally couldn’t just decide on it on my own.

And this time, despite Hayashi-sensei’s overflowing desire, which led her to even initiate this moment for us, crossing that final line was still a little off from her desired outcome.

For now, we could only repeat what we already did.

“T-then hurry up. Make up for it...” Hayashi-sensei ordered.

She’s too far gone. If I stop here, she’ll probably hate me for it. And if I continue, she’ll kick me out later when I visit her at her office because of the delayed embarrassment.

So, there’s only one path ahead. Satisfy her. No. Satisfy both of us.

With that decision settling on my mind, I held her legs tightly and started grinding my entire length across her sacred place. Then with a forward thrust, I pushed past her wet slit and sensitive clit, stuffing myself between her inner thighs.

Before Hayashi-sensei could even react to it, my hips started thrusting to give her the same experience as before.