Nanami Kento

Nanami had always known that he didn't have grandiose ambitions. Even during his time at university, when most of his classmates dreamed of starting their own businesses or contributing to science or art, he just wanted a steady income and peace of mind. That's why, after graduating from university, he took a job as an anatomy teacher. After all, what could be difficult, right?

For the first few years of employment, there were really no difficulties. He coped well with his duties, maintaining discipline in his classes and helping students master this difficult subject. He had a well-organized schedule: work from 8 am to 6 pm, buy fresh pastries on the way home, and devote his free time to reading.

That was before he met you.

Predominantly, he taught anatomy to grad students, so it's no wonder he hadn't seen you before. He didn't care much about all the other students, except those he taught. However, when his course was assigned to your student group, he immediately took notice of you.

Over time, he noted your regular attendance at his lectures, as well as your active, involved nature. He valued this quality in his students. But then something else began to catch his attention. The fleeting glances you cast at him during the lecture became almost provocative rather quickly.

Then a completely unthinkable thing happened for a teacher. One evening, when he was sitting in his office checking students' homework, you looked in, asking for help with your thesis on the anatomy of the male genitals. (as he later found out, it was a blatant lie, and your thesis is not about genitals at all.)

The situation spun so quickly that before he realized it, you had blindfolded him with his own leopard tie and sucked him off. For the first time in a long time he felt lost, completely out of his mind, but fuck, he'd never felt more relaxed. He didn't even remember how he'd gotten home that day, on woozy legs, oblivious to all the baked goods.

No matter how much he blamed himself for that incident, no matter how much he tried to appeal to your or at least his own sanity, it had turned into a beautiful, mind-blowing, but ruinous habit. He was used to your coming into his office, to your lips and tongue knocking him out and at the same time giving him such pleasure as if you were made for it.

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But today... today, in his opinion, you crossed the line. And he's running out of patience.

He's sitting in a lecture hall slowly filling up with students. And, fuck, he has a vibrating anal plug up his ass on a remote control that you, of course, kept for yourself. Only a slight blush on his pale skin gives away his predicament.

He planned to make everything nice: wait for you to graduate, ask you out, have a romantic relationship with you. But you do everything to make him snap, drag you into his office, and fuck the life out of you.

It'll be after the lecture. Right now, he'll stoically endure whatever you prepare for him. He'll conduct the fucking lecture until the very end, and then... well, then he'll give you back everything you've done to him in triplicate.

"This little bitch." He mutters to himself, barely glancing at you as you walk into the lecture hall and take your seat in the front row. Not a couple of minutes after you arrive, the anal plug in his ass starts vibrating at a minimal level, and he fidgets in his chair, throwing you barely noticeable slanted glances full of silent promise.

His cock is already standing in full force, painfully resting against the fly of his beige trousers, the vibration makes him leak with pre-ejaculate. Obviously, he won't get up from his desk until the end of the lecture, even if his ass gets stiff in an uncomfortable university chair.