Chapter 83 – 8.2 Akatsuki-Sensei’s Secret Class (Observer: Naiad Windsor) 1

Today, I was in a good mood.
Well, I wouldn’t have grunted when, but today I grunted especially more.

The main reason is Yuuki.
No, should I call her Yuu instead of Yuuki?

Today, I ended up doing dirty things with Yuu.
It’s fortunate that I was able to endure insertion somehow——I hated myself for thinking that way more than anything else.

Even if all other parts were given away, only the hymen remained, so it was no different from claiming to be a virgin.
Such foolishness was the logic that I hated the most in the past, when I dreamed of becoming a pure insect.

Forced consolation may be a defense mechanism to protect my mental health. But I, no one else, knew best that it was nonsense.

The mind that does not want to admit it and the reality that has no choice but to admit it cause a contradiction.
Thanks to that, my mood was infinitely sweet.

“Ha. Shit.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve been away from the pure caterpillar road I had idealized.
It was garbage confirmed at the point of falling into temptation regardless of this woman.

Nevertheless, as a person who once dreamed of becoming a pure love, I had set a line within myself that should not be crossed, an ‘apostle’ of pure love.

First, rape pure love.
Second, incestuous love.
And third, TS Soonae.

…… And today I finally completed all three achievements.

Where in the world is this pure-hearted creature?
The unicorns who died while fighting for Sunae were to wail underground.

I have lived a life of shame.
Shit.

“Ha…”

And it’s not just Yuu who disturbs my heart.

Today, after a long time, there was a human who confessed to his older sister.
Well, confessing itself is good. Because that’s enough to do well and send it back.

However, what makes these people evil is that they make a ‘real confession’ using a ‘fake confession’ as a shield.

I put a safety device called ‘fake confession’ on my friends around me, and try to confess as if I was buying a lottery ticket. It’s literally the confession of super cowards. If that’s the case, even if it breaks when it breaks, I’ll make a proper confession. Cowardly bastards.

If you succeed in doing so, you win the lottery, and even if you are rejected, there is no harm saying, “It was not a serious confession anyway.”
In addition, the older sister who was confessed does not know that it is a fake confession, so she has a debt of heart for rejecting the other person’s heart her. After that, every time I run into that student, I have no choice but to care.

So this time I caught the pranksters and made them see the pain.
If anyone digs into their inner thoughts, ugliness rolls out. There will be no remorse because they have caught the weak point and threatened them.
It may have been a bit excessive, but I couldn’t help it, even if it was to set an example for other guys who had similar thoughts.

Of course, there wasn’t a heart to take out anger there.
I’m disturbed because my sister is thinking about something like marriage, but if she suddenly accepts it, how are you going to take responsibility? Shit.

Can’t I just frame something and kill him? Then those who confess as jokes will disappear.
Hmm.
Let’s see…….

While I was thinking about it seriously, Yuu started talking to me.

“Me, Knives. If there’s nothing special after today…….”
“Sorry. I have an appointment.”

I refused before Yuu finished his sentence.

“Ah……Yes…”

At my answer, Yuu weakly shrugged his shoulders.

I’m sorry, but I didn’t really want to see Yuu’s face today. No, I couldn’t bear to see it.
Every time I saw Yuu, I felt like I was facing my own sins. His chest his is throbbing and his head his is dizzy as if he is getting motion sickness.

In that sense, it can be said that the timing of today’s after-school make-up class with Akatsuki-sensei was just right.

Sexual desire is the root of all evil.
If I shake it off until I run out of sexual desire, I won’t be able to do anything trashy.

Let’s take this opportunity to throw everything away against Akatsuki-sensei. While doing it, let’s shake off all the annoying worries and thoughts.

I thought so–

“…… Why is your sister here?”

After all, this world is garbage.

Nothing was going the way I thought it would.

* * *

“…… Why is your sister here?”

To the younger brother who asked with an absurd expression, the older sister answered with a calm expression.

“It’s a make-up class observation. Noona is your guardian. Isn’t it your natural duty and right as a guardian to make sure your little brother is taking classes properly?”
“No…”

Knives, speechless, only pursed his lips.

This is neither a class nor an observation. Even saying that it was natural for his sister to check it out didn’t make sense in Knives’ mind.

But Naiad sat down as if it were natural. She graciously crossed her legs and crossed her arms, like a hard-nosed PTA executive.

– Again, again.

Akatsuki approached the bewildered Knives from the other side, echoing the sound of high heels.
Then he grabbed Knives’ chin and turned it around to direct his gaze to himself.

“Student Knives, does it bother you that your sister is here?”
“Of course it bothers me.”

Looking at Knives, who blinked, Akatsuki laughed coquettishly.

“Never mind. Ms. Windsor won’t interfere.”

As Akatsuki said, Naiad sat here on the condition that he would not intervene no matter what.

“Still…”
“Shh.”

Akatsuki puts his index finger on Knives’ lips as he tries to say something.

How do you mean you don’t care?
I’m showing off such an overwhelming presence.

“For now, focus on me. It’s a violation of manners to care about a woman other than your partner before sexual activity.”

Knives sensed that the atmosphere in Akatsuki was quite different from usual.

He was usually as good a man as he was outwardly.
But today I was more energetic than usual.
It was because he could n’t look shabby in front of Naiad, his junior teacher.

In particular, you shouldn’t be unilaterally fooled by Knives like last time.
This supplementary class is only supplementary for Knives’ ‘ejaculation management’. It is not enough to talk about a teacher who is supposed to be in charge.

If he did, he would give Naiad a justification for changing the job. Akatsuki had to absolutely avoid that.

Akatsuki also set up a safety net for now. He had told Naiad in advance that ‘everything you do during ejaculation management is meant to arouse Knives’ arousal.’

Even if he was tossed and cornered by Knives on the way, he could excuse it as an action planned to excite Knives.
At least if you can ejaculate, you can do anything. If only I could ejaculate.

Akatsuki was burning with determination to ejaculate Knives at all costs today.

“Student Knives. You were staring at the teacher’s chest during class, right?”
“Oh clothes.”

Akatsuki pulled Knives’ hand to his chest.
Two infinitely soft lumps overflowed from Knives’ hands his.

“Teacher’s chest, how does it feel when you touch it?”
“…… Very big… It is soft.”

What a heavy feeling you can feel through your clothes.
To Akatsuki’s question, Knives is stunned and answers.

Knives, who was seriously concerned about his sister’s existence just a moment ago, was not there.
Only the dazed Knives kneaded the ripe fruit with a relaxed expression.

“Whoops, not so engrossed.”

Akatsuki gave a small smile, convinced that his plan had succeeded.

She said her plan her was simple.
By inducing Knives’ nerves to focus on his chest, he protects his real weakness: his genitals.

In fact, during swimming class, Knives was eyeing Akatsuki’s chest whenever he had a chance.
It’s such a large chest that it’s likely to pop out of a swimsuit if you’re not paying attention. It would be harsh to tell Knives, who is full of energy, to keep an eye on him. Perhaps the result would have been the same had any man other than Knives been there.

“Come on, let’s go to our seats.”
“Oh oh….”

Akatsuki leads the way and moves to the long sofa. Like a butterfly enchanted by the scent of a flower, Knives was enchanted by Akatsuki’s chest and stumbled after him.

Meanwhile, Naiad, who was watching her, was touching her own breasts with her complex expression.
When it comes to her breasts her, she does n’t even hold her own her. Her size her will be similar to Akatsuki’s, or rather larger. I don’t know the texture, but wouldn’t it be similar?

Then she would have to touch her sister’s breasts her, not Akatsuki-sensei’s breasts.
If her breasts her wanted to be touched like that, she would have to tell her sister her.

It was Naiad who felt sad seeing Knives engrossed in Akatsuki’s heart her.

“Would this be that good?”

As soon as Knives sat down on the sofa, he massaged Akatsuki’s chest again, and Akatsuki smiled at Knives.

“I like being touched, but I don’t like getting my clothes wrinkled. Teacher, Knives, would you take off your clothes?”

Nod.
Knives shakes his head, his soul his sold into his chest his.

“Where, should the teacher take off Knives student clothes?”

While Knives was unbuttoning Akatsuki’s blouse, Akatsuki’s hands began to unbutton Knives’ uniform top.

The manly figure Knives showed in a swimsuit was still etched in Akatsuki’s mind. Akatsuki doesn’t know what that feeling is. But Akatsuki wanted to see it again, and he was thinking that this time he wanted to not only see it with his eyes his, but touch it with his hands his. Ever since he saw Knives’ body his in the pool, Akatsuki had been waiting for this moment.

Finally, Akatsuki, who took off Knives’ jacket, sighed as if admiring his body.

“Ha… Cool…”

I feel the beauty in a man’s body.
Just as a man loses his gaze to a woman’s body, there are times when a woman loses her gaze to a man’s body. It was a first for Akatsuki.

Knives’ body was as if he had pursued performance to the limit by cutting out unnecessary parts as much as possible. There were several large scars that looked painful just by looking at them, like medals.

“Not even dignified…….”

A slender finger brushes Knives’ chest. Akatsuki stroked Knives’ scars with his fingertips as if counting them one by one.
Just as Knives passed out and caressed his chest, Akatsuki-sensei also passed out and stroked Knives’ body his.

“Ugh…… !”

And her older sister her, Naiad, was watching her trembling.