Stealing Spree

Chapter 2594: Don’t get cocky *

”We can just take another quick shower, sensei.” As I said that, my hand went back down to her butt, my thumb slipping into the waistband of her track pants, pulling it down slightly.

My cock went alive again, hardening beneath my pants as it pressed against her stomach.

”You perverted brat!” Orimura-sensei almost screamed as my fingers dug into the softness of her backside.

”Sorry, sensei. A force of habit.” I stuck my tongue out, acting a little silly but without pulling my hands back.

As the footsteps outside gradually disappeared, the heat inside the room heightened.

”This is a bad habit.” She sighed in exasperation as she closed her eyes, accepting the sensation of my fingers fondling her behind.

As her head rested on my shoulder, the fragrance of her shampoo filled my nostrils.

”I know, sensei. So, shouldnʼt you correct this habit of mine as well?”

She looked up and glared at me. I thought sheʼd lash out again, calling me out like a pervert. But that didnʼt happen, she gulped down before saying, ”Youʼre right. I should correct that bad habit.”

Slowly, Orimura-senseiʼs hands slid from my chest down to my waist. Her fingers trembled slightly as her thumb slipped from the side of my pants before moving slowly to the forefront.

She expertly unbuckled my belt before undoing the button and clasping the zipper of my pants.

She held her breath, but the sliver of light from the high window caught the gradual change of her expression. From exasperation, she became a little fervent as desire occupied her face.

Her hand paused as if she were still fighting her reason. But as always, her desire won over.

Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but it dissolved into a quiet huff as her fingers finally closed around the zipper, tugging it down with a hesitant, almost reluctant motion.

The sound was loud in the confined space. Her gaze went up momentarily, perhaps to check my expression before focusing down below as my pants gradually slid down to my knees, leaving my boxer shorts exposed and my cock bulging from it.

”Donʼt get cocky,” She muttered with that familiar sharpness, even as her hand slipped inside, her fingers tracing my length.

I bit back a groan, watching the way her expression flickered between stubborn defiance and the undeniable heat building between us. ”Sensei, youʼre literally tracing my cock. Of course, Iʼll be cocky.”

Her eyes narrowed as the corner of her mouth twitched, showing a hint of amusement. ”Shameless brat, donʼt get smart with me. Youʼre gonna regret pushing me like this.”

”Regret? Nah, never,” I said as I slid my hand lower, cupping her butt and squeezing them with a little more force. ”Iʼm pretty happy right where I am.”

Orimura-sensei let out a soft gasp, her body pressing closer instinctively, though she tried to cover it with a scowl.

Her hand froze for a moment, and I could feel the tension in her body, the way she was wrestling with herself. Then, with a quiet groan of frustration, she tugged my boxers down, freeing my cock from its confines.

The moment she did so, Orimura-sensei dropped to her knees, pressing into the worn linoleum floor.

Her defiant eyes narrowed further despite the clear desire on her face.

She locked gazes with me as her hands lightly rested on my thighs to support herself amidst the storm brewing beneath her composed exterior.

”Shameless brat, how are we in this situation again?” Her question was probably directed at herself, but since she could conveniently pass it to me, thatʼs what she did.

I tilted my head as my lips curled into a teasing smirk.

I reached down, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. ”Sensei, youʼre the one who dragged us in here. Iʼm just… enjoying the consequences.”

”D-donʼt enjoy it, you brat.” As she said that, her fingers wrapped around my cock, aligning the tip and pressed it against her lips.

The warmth of her breath sent a shiver up my spine. She held me there for a moment with an unwavering gaze as if daring me to say something cheeky.

But the heat in her eyes told me she was already past the point of turning back, even if her stubborn pride wouldnʼt let her admit it.

She lifted my cock slightly as her tongue peeked out, tracing the underside before eventually returning to the tip.

The sensation was heavenly and I almost lost myself in it.

”How can I not enjoy it, sensei?. Youʼre pretty good at doling out consequences.” I cheekily replied.

She huffed, but the sound of it became muffled as her lips closed around the tip. Her tongue swirled in a way that made my knees tremble.

She gradually took me deeper, the warmth of her mouth enveloping me.

The dim closet felt impossibly small now. The quiet, wet sounds of her mouth working me over were the only sound clear to us.

I reached down, threading my fingers through her damp hair, not pushing but guiding, letting her set the pace.

”Sensei… youʼre gonna make it hard to leave this closet,” I murmured, my voice rougher than I intended.

Her gaze went back up to meet mine, showing a spark of mischief in them despite the flush on her cheeks.

She pulled back just enough to speak, leaking a wet popping sound, ”Good. Maybe then youʼll learn not to loiter where you donʼt belong.”

What kind of retort was that?

In any case, before I could say anything back, she took me back in. Deeper this time, as I could almost feel the back of her throat.

Orimura-sensei closed her eyes as she began bobbing her head, savoring my taste and the sensation of my cock in her mouth.

The pleasure was intense and it was building up quickly. I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning too loudly.

The last thing we needed was someone hearing us, though the thought of getting caught only added to the thrill.

Orimura-senseiʼs stubborn defiance, the way she fought her own desire even as she gave in to it, was intoxicating. She was a contradiction, sharp and soft, commanding and yielding, and I couldnʼt get enough.

My hand tightened in her hair as I felt the tension coiling tighter.

Orimura-sensei hummed as she continued watching my face drown in pleasure. I could feel her smirking even with her mouth full. Her pace quickened as her lips and tongue worked in perfect sync.

The heat, the pressure, the sight of her kneeling there, so composed yet so undone. It was pushing me to the edge.

”Sensei, Iʼm--” I tried to warn her, but she didnʼt slow down. Her eyes locked onto mine with a fierce determination that told me she wasnʼt backing off.

My hips gradually trembled, and she took it. Orimura-senseiʼs hands steadied me as I hit my limit, spilling into her mouth with a low, muffled groan.

Orimura-sensei didnʼt flinch, swallowing everything with a quiet efficiency that was somehow both clinical and insanely hot.

When she pulled back slowly, she wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and her eyes remained burning into mine as she stood, smoothing her tracksuit like nothing had happened.

”There,” She said while lightly gasping for breath. ”Now get out before someone starts looking for me.”

”But I havenʼt returned the favor yet, sensei.” I supported her up and agilely switched our positions, pressing her back against the door as I pinned her against it.

”This shameless brat… S-save it for next time, understand?” Her voice stuttered slightly as she turned her head sideways.

”Promise?” I maintained my cheekiness even as my cock continued to throb.

Orimura-sensei bit her lips before nodding, ”Promise…”

Look at her, she could also be honest like this.

Taking that chance, I showered kisses on her neck before eventually going back to her lips. Before exiting that small storage room, I made sure to make her as flustered as possible.

In any case, I still didnʼt leave the Gymnasium right away. I went to the Basketball Club and found Ryouko-san there. Although things didnʼt get as intimate, I got to check on her and showered her with my affection.

By the time I reached the school gates where Chii and the two gyarus were waiting, the sun had already set.