Being called "Fuyuhara" by a student didn't sound bad. It promised a different kind of thrill than usual.
Or so I thought.
Then Miyagi—this little devil—spoke up.
"How about Miyuki, then?"
He used my first name!
A wet, crawling sensation shot from my hips up my spine, numbing my brain.
"Ugh… whoa."
A shiver like a chill spread through me, and I hugged myself without thinking.
"Oh… ugh… oof…"
It wouldn't stop.
Miyagi peered at me, worried. "Sensei? I mean, Miyuki? You okay?"
"Oof… oh… wow. Getting called that by a half-naked student is intense."
I blurted the truth, but this erotic angel spouted more filth.
"Should I go from half-naked to fully naked? Or do you want to strip me?"
"Where do you even learn this stuff?"
He stood by the bed in just black boxers. Half-naked? Barely—almost full-on nude.
Still, I couldn't help it. His slim, faintly muscled body pulled me in.
That's how my first night with Miyagi, my student, began.
In short, I lost it.
I'd always figured I leaned submissive, but Miyagi's moves unlocked more than I knew. When he told me to take off his boxers with my mouth, I thought, What's this kid on? But I did it, and it wasn't bad. We both knew I was in charge—an playful act, a game.
Miyagi read me somehow, and things escalated that way. He pegged me as a masochist and asked if he should change from "Miyuki-san."
My head already fogged up from the first-name treatment—change it how?
Then he said, "Miyuki."
No honorifics.
"Hi!"
A short yelp escaped me—a scream, really. It felt too good; my body reacted before my brain could.
This was bad.
If I let this slide, I'd never face him at school tomorrow.
But it was hard to resist.
My body craved it—just for when we're alone.
The overwhelming rush of a younger student dropping my name like that.
He added, "Or back to 'Sensei.' Which do you prefer?"
"I told you 'Sensei' brings guilt…"
I pushed back, figuring it was more bearable than "Miyuki." But after rejecting it once, I couldn't cave easily. One more nudge, and I'd nod.
Maybe he sensed it—he pressed harder.
"Isn't the fun in embracing it? We're a real teacher and student."
"No… that line… crossing it would…"
Was it time to give in? Too soon?
As I wavered, he circled behind me. Before I could react, he whispered in my ear.
"Really no good? I'd love to call you 'Sensei' while grabbing this little butt—"
"Eek!"
He stroked my ass!?
A shiver hit me—new, electric. Nothing like joking butt-grabs with girlfriends. Big hands, firm fingers, gripping hard enough to reshape me. Pure male.
I felt it—him—and it overwhelmed me.
His sweet voice kept murmuring. "Grab it tight, mess you up. Thrust in every time I say 'Sensei.'"
"Uh… hooo…"
A wordless moan slipped out.
Thrust what? His dick, obviously!
"Like this—Sensei, Sensei."
Each "Sensei" came with a rub—up, down—on my gripped ass. Soft whispers, firm then gentle strokes.
That alone made my body hum, trembling without me noticing.
Being wanted and touched by a guy could heat me up this much?
Muscles tensed and relaxed in waves of first-time thrill. Then it hit.
Ah.
Sudden.
Oh, oh, oh.
Bad—this was… bad!
"…Ngh!"
My desperate hold crumbled.
"…Huh?"
"No, wait! That was… just a little! Just the rush—not like I'm quick or anything!"
I'd climaxed.
Words fumbled out, but my legs barely held me up.
"You came?" he asked.
"Uh…"
Obvious at a glance.
"Came, right?"
"…Yeah."
No hiding it—I nodded, defeated.
"Then I'll call you 'Sensei.'"
"Please."
He'd caught me melting to "Sensei."
Accepting it now made sense—embarrassing sense.
Damn, so uncool.
But "Miyuki-san" still tugged at me. Too strong without the "-san," but with it? Peak older-woman-younger-guy coolness—every gal my age dreams of it.
I tossed that at him sideways. "Miyuki-san's tempting too! A younger guy adding '-san'? Any woman my age would kill for it!"
"…Really?"
I thought he'd scoff, but no.
"How about we switch it up? Next time, Miyuki-san?"
What!?
(Extra chapter for reaching 30+ powerstones.)