Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 3.5

“Manager Ueno! Please go out with me!”

After closing the bar one night, I was once confessed to by a college student working part-time.

His name was Sakagami Daisuke. He’d been working at my bar since his first year of university.

When he first joined, he was still a greenhorn, but after all the kneading I gave him in the kitchen, he’s grown into a proper young man now.

If I had to describe Daisuke’s personality in one word, it would be “serious” or “earnest.”

He’s big, but low-slung and slightly hunched. His features are not exactly good-looking, but there’s no one in the world who would look at this man and call him a “bad guy.”

Totally harmless.

It’s like he lives in the forest with squirrels and birds.

I once saw an anime about a big, ferocious monster who reformed, avoided fights, and lived with squirrels and birds in the forest, and it was exactly like that.

With a physique like that, he wouldn’t lose to any average guy, but he’s also the kind of guy who would easily give way to a fake Yankee who is 30 centimeters shorter than him.

Despite his size, his hands are surprisingly dexterous. He plates dishes so neatly that it looks like a woman did it.

He’s also a decent cook and is certainly the best out of the current part-time staff.

Maybe thanks to my training, he’s good at keeping the kitchen and the store clean, and after closing time, he volunteers to clean the dining area, which is normally the job of the hall staff, keeping the place literally spotless.

If I were to retire from the shop, there’s no doubt this guy would take over. He has the flaw of being easily deceived by others, but he’ll take responsibility for any job and see it through to the end with integrity.

Whether I can see Daisuke as a man, however, is another story.

I highly value Sakagami Daisuke both as a worker and a person, but if you ask me if I’d date him, the answer is no.

I’m 26 now, so the age difference is four years. Society might not think it’s strange, but to me it feels incredibly strange.

Simply put, Daisuke was like a younger brother to me.

That’s why I’ve nurtured him like a mother would, even sharing meals with him.

But when it comes to seeing him as a man? It’s complicated. To be more specific, if you ask me if I could have s3x with this Daisuke, the answer is 100% no.

Our relationship remains strictly that of master and disciple.

With those words, Daisuke simply replied, “I see…” before setting off for home.

Honestly, I thought he’d quit right then and there.

After all, he was working in the same workplace as the girl who’d dumped him. There were plenty of other jobs available for a part-time college student who wasn’t even a full-time employee.

“Good morning! Looking forward to working with you today!”

But contrary to my expectations, Daisuke showed up for work the next day as if nothing had happened.

He didn’t show even a hint of awkwardness over our breakup, simply handling his high-quality work with ease.

I truly thought he was an admirable man.

We couldn’t be together, but as a colleague, I genuinely respected him. That’s the kind of man Daisuke was.

“Shop manager, may I take two months off?”

And then Daisuke suddenly asked for a leave of absence from his part-time job.

I thought maybe the awkwardness of being dumped by him had finally caught up to him, but that wasn’t it. He said he wanted to see the world for once.

Well, this happens often with college part-timers. Most just quit instead of taking time off, but Daisuke said he’d come back.

Honestly, as an employer, losing Daisuke would be a big blow. But after dumping him so coldly, I couldn’t just refuse. In Japan, this guy doesn’t get any girls – including me – but maybe he’d find someone compatible overseas?

So I said,

“Alright, go ahead. Your time card will stay here forever.”

I agreed to his request.

I hope that my precious apprentice will come back having grown a lot.

I hope that he will come back with a white girlfriend to say hello.

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“Manager! I’m sorry for causing you trouble for such a long time!”

Two months later, Daisuke returned.

Just two months. His appearance hadn’t changed much, but there was something about him that felt more manly.

When I jokingly asked if he’d find a cute girlfriend or two overseas, Daisuke surprised me by saying, “I’m not sure if I can call her my girlfriend.”

Honestly, I was taken aback at first, but then I realized this was cause for celebration. I decided to treat him to a drink after closing.

By “celebration,” I mean we drank cheap sake and ate leftovers from the day’s meals in the empty shop.

I was happy to see my disciple after so long.

As an employer, I was delighted to have such a valuable employee back.

As someone who had once rejected this man, I felt a sense of relief that he’d found someone new.

All these emotions tangled together, making me drink more than usual.

Not excessively, but double or triple my normal amount.

I worried I might get drunk for the first time, but Daisuke collapsed first.

“Shop manager… I can’t drink anymore…”

My memory’s hazy from the alcohol, but I think I poured every kind of liquor into Daisuke’s cup more than my own.

A celebration. A wedding toast. We’d indulged in that adult mischief, and even Daisuke – normally a heavy drinker – was completely wasted.

“What’s wrong, you bastard? Can’t handle my booze?”

That’s exactly what it means to be slurring your words.

I squatted beside Daisuke, sprawled on the tatami mats, my head swimming as I teased him about his drunken state.

I wanted to know what kind of women he’d picked up. Did he lose his virginity properly? I feel like I was asking my almost completely drunk student questions that would have been considered sexual harassment if the situation were reversed.

“Ah…”

In that state, it was only natural to lean against the cup. I overturned a sake-filled cup, drenching my student’s lower body in alcohol.

“Oh, sorry, sorry…”

I apologized while still intoxicated, pulling down Daisuke’s jeans.

At this rate, his underwear must be soaked too. As some form of atonement, I’ll throw them in the laundry and dryer at the shop to dry by morning.

With that thought, I swiftly pulled Daisuke’s boxer briefs all the way down—

“–!”

The drunkenness that had been lingering vanished in an instant.

Only then did I realize the outrageous act I was committing—removing the undergarments of the person I employed.

Let’s say it’s a drinking party. I’m a woman, and he’s a man. I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything and put his underwear back in place. He’s drunk anyway, so everything should be fine.

“You’re even more amazing than you look…”

By now, I’m almost sober. Maybe it’s more accurate to say the shock forced me awake.

Daisuke’s exposed p3nis is so massive, it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

It’s heavy and thick, with a length and girth that’s terrifyingly horse-like. His scrotum is also abnormally large. I can’t help but look away from my student’s lower body.

(What am I going to do about this–)

Against my usual calm, my heart’s pounding.

I’m twenty-six too. I’ve even dated a sports instructor before. But this is the first time I’ve ever seen a c0ck like this.

None of the men I’ve been with could match Daisuke’s flaccid size, even when they were fully erect.

The thickness, length, and girth—everything about it was on another level.

I never realized I was into huge cocks. I thought I wasn’t, but now I’m belatedly aware that I’ve always secretly admired these massive big black c0ck.

I mean, I keep glancing away only to immediately return my gaze to Daisuke’s lower body.

I couldn’t take my eyes off my student’s unexpectedly strong thing.

(If I touch this… would he get mad?)

Even I’m surprised by my thoughts.

This goes beyond sexual harassment—it’s downright criminal. To think I’d entertain such improper feelings during a celebration for my dearest disciple’s new romance.

“Uh, I’m just wiping it off. You wouldn’t want your lower body smelling like booze when you wake up, would you…?”

What am I even saying?

I listed off superficial reasons to justify myself.

The truth is, I just wanted to touch Daisuke’s thing.

Unable to suppress my adult woman’s curiosity, I keep making excuses while he’s defenseless.

“Well, I’m just going to wipe it…”

I picked up the wet towel I’d been using and reached out to place it over Daisuke’s exposed p3nis.

It does smell of alcohol, but there’s something else mixed in too.

I felt ashamed of myself as I realized that with my concentrated sense of smell, I was desperately trying to find out what it was.

I tell myself I’m just cleaning up the spilled alcohol. With that justification, I touch Daisuke’s impressive member through the cloth.

“The resilience… It’s incredible…”

Even through the cloth, the overwhelming presence assaults my fingertips.

The weight alone is different. As I touch it, I wonder, how many centimeters around is this?

“I-I’m just going to wipe it, after all.”

As I speak, I press a washcloth against Daisuke’s crotch and grasp his member.

What masculine girth! Even with my thumb and index finger, I doubt I could encircle it. Through the cloth, I feel its undeniable presence as I wipe upward from base to tip.

In form, this is a handjob.

Yet with the washcloth in play, the act remains unchanged.

Still, I can’t stop. In the act of “cleaning” this man’s p3nis, I’ve found a forced justification for my actions.

“I should clean this part too…”

Taking out another towel, and wraps it around Daisuke’s glans. Even in its flaccid state, the exposed head of his p3nis exerts a stronger presence against my palm than its base.

“Wow, Daisuke, you’re incredible…”

At this point, I could feel Daisuke’s thing slowly growing larger.

To be precise, I was deliberately stroking it to make it swell.

I stroked the base faster than at first, kneading the glans and ridge together to clean it.

What an overwhelming presence. What incredible resilience.

What had been soft and rubbery at first now took on the firmness of marble.

In proportion to that, Daisuke’s thing grew to a size far beyond my imagination.

“I should clean this too…”

With my eyes on the monstrously swollen p3nis, I reached for the still-untouched scrotum. There were two of us. Two towels.

Since I hadn’t pulled it out, naturally, I needed to bring one side of the cloth over.

Now I know that was the wrong decision.

I should’ve gone through the trouble of fetching a new wipe from the kitchen to clean Daisuke’s scrotum.

But…

“What… is this?”

When I peeled the cloth from his glans and saw it in full view, I was utterly speechless.

Daisuke’s glans was exposed.

It was completely different from its normal state from a moment ago. It was erect, with all the foreskin gone, exposing his ridge and glans. Its strength and beauty completely captivated my gaze.

What a magnificent, robust glans.

In terms of color, shape, and size, it was a perfect glans. The word “ideal” seemed the only fitting description. Just seeing the tip alone was enough to stir my feminine instincts.

From there, everything unfolded as planned.

In my shock, I’d let go of his p3nis, and all the wipes fell away. Suddenly, all the main components of Daisuke’s lower body were laid bare.

“This… This is way too much, don’t you think?”

Despite my age, my chest was pounding with excitement.

His long, curved shaft and magnificent trunk could only be described as a log. With the glans at the end, I was left speechless.

This was undoubtedly the ideal p3nis.

The word “p3nis” itself seemed inadequate. As his teacher, Daisuke’s perfect c0ck was making me shed all my roles – business owner, mentor, and responsible adult supposed to protect youth.

Or rather, an instinct to abandon those roles was welling up from the depths of my belly, demanding immediate release.

“I’ll wipe your balls now.”

Having acknowledged those feelings, I’d already resigned myself to them.

I didn’t want to admit it, but there was no denying it—I was aroused by Daisuke’s d1ck.

Once I resolved not to turn away from that reality, there was only one path left to follow.

Even if I had a vague idea of what awaited me at the end.

“Huge. I’ve never seen balls this big before.”

As I wiped my student’s obscenely large balls with a washcloth, I felt utterly overwhelmed by their size.

To be honest, I shivered at the thought of this sack being filled with something that could make a woman pregnant.

After meticulously cleaning every crevice on the back of his scrotum, I performed an act that strayed far from my original purpose of “massaging.”

With barely a pretense of using the washcloth, I began kneading my student’s formidable balls.

Like a massage. Lifting the heavy weight from below.

Through the washcloth, I could distinctly feel the “ball” and was astonished by its resilience and size.

If a woman were struck with something like this, she’d ascend to heaven instantly. And whatever lies inside, with its vigorous momentum, must surely surpass even heaven itself.

“I’ll wipe you directly with my hands.”

I dropped all the washcloths onto the floor and began massaging my student’s balls with my bare palms.

It’s hot. The difference in resilience compared to through the washcloth is staggering. Hiding something like this in your underwear while maintaining that usually gentle demeanor—it’s nothing short of magic or deception.

This absurd excuse of wiping with my hands.

Even as I recognize the contradiction, my actions don’t stop.

Soon, my palm extends to the shaft, directly experiencing its thickness and hardness. What a heavy c0ck. If something like this were thrusting in and out, I’d absolutely lose all sense of reason.

“Now, I’ll lick it off directly for you.”

Though I knew I shouldn’t, once I touched that strong male, my heart lost all brakes. With hesitation, I extended my tongue toward his sky-high erection.

It wasn’t that I didn’t resist the act of licking this man’s member—the p3nis of my student—

(So hard…)

My tongue didn’t stop on the target.

I had now run my tongue over the c0ck of Daisuke, whom I had always thought of as my younger brother.

At that moment, a shiver ran through my entire body.

The forbidden act of giving a blowjob to my student.

The contradiction of me, an adult member of the community, indulging in the precious child entrusted to me by their guardian, however improper it may be.

Though I felt guilty about the act, once my tongue had made contact with Daisuke’s surface, it refused to stop moving.

“Holding something so big? How dare you be so cheeky!”

As if scolding a subordinate who’d made a mistake at work, I mercilessly ran my tongue along the underside.

That stimulation made Daisuke’s already massive c0ck grow even larger.

The c0ck that I’d thought was impossibly huge was now becoming even bigger. Witnessing this miracle, I gave up on maintaining any master-disciple relationship with this man.

Or perhaps the possibility of our positions completely reversing.

Despite knowing this, I didn’t want to go back.

“It wouldn’t be fair if you were the only one with your lower body completely naked.”

Sensing my student’s feelings after he’d stripped completely, I threw away the T-shirt I was wearing.

Underneath, I only had a bra.

I was aware that I had large br3asts.

Others had told me so repeatedly, and it was one of my complexes.

Numerically speaking, I was a G cup.

But my female friends had told me that they looked even bigger than that.

I knew the boys who came to work part-time at the store were constantly staring at my chest.

I’ve overheard conversations about wanting to grope the manager’s massive br3asts to their heart’s content more than once.

In terms of age, I’m only a few years older than most college students. I started working straight out of high school, so I’ve got more professional experience than my years suggest, but couples with four-year age gaps—like a 26-year-old and a 22-year-old—are as common as dirt.

Despite that inherent risk, I still hire a lot of student part-timers. Partly because I can’t afford full-time staff, but also because training clueless kids to become decent employees is a hobby of mine. I get a kick out of making sure they won’t embarrass themselves at any proper job.

The fact that more boys than girls apply is just one of those things, I guess. You can’t help it when college guys are so obsessed with s3x.

There was even one guy who openly admitted he applied just hoping to get laid with me.

But I’ve never actually done anything with such a kid, and I never will.

The relationship between me and my part-time workers is strictly mentor and disciple.

That boy I hired before even came to revere me as his master after just a year of working together.

For someone in their twenties, having professional experience makes all the difference.

Students who don’t know anything about society look like children, and it’s true.

On the other hand, to the students, I seem to look like someone far above them, and even if their motives for applying for a part-time job are impure, they immediately realize that it was wrong.

This guy, Sakagami Daisuke, tried to cross that line with me once by confessing his feelings in the past. But after that, he’s been working as my honest disciple.

(I’m the one acting immorally here, aren’t I?)

Standing before a student with a hardened lower body, wearing nothing but a bra. This is not how a proper mentor should treat their disciple.

Without a doubt, I was the one who made the first move.

Though my student was unconscious, I was the one who initiated this.

Teacher and disciple.

How far could that relationship have lasted?

Or perhaps the moment I rubbed my student’s genitals and ran my tongue over them, it had long since ceased to exist.

Right?

Daisuke had been forced to expose his lower body. Actually, I was the one who carelessly stripped him.

Normally, that would have been the end of it, but I had gotten turned on by my own volition, and we had reached a point of no return.

No, at this moment, there’s still time to reverse it.

If I could just tuck this overbearing member of my students into his pants and underwear, and put my clothes back on, everything could be neatly resolved.

But instead, my actions went in the opposite direction.

I silently tore off the last piece covering my chest—the bra.

(I have to admit, these are quite impressive.)

Seeing my exposed br3asts, even I have to admit they’re quite large.

These br3asts started swelling during middle school.

I thought they were average at first, but before I knew it, they’d grown to G-cup size.

With my 175 cm height, that makes for quite a substantial volume. It’s the kind of image you’d expect from American or European women, like the ones Daisuke encountered on his travels.

They’re a nice shape, and despite their size, they’re firm.

The n1pples are pale pink, and the balance between n1pple and areola is perfect. A former lover once praised them as “You look like a Western pornstar,” but I knocked him out with a punch when he said that.

“Well, your size is even more astonishing.”

I glance down at Daisuke’s erect d1ck again.

It’s on another level compared to my ex-lover’s. The strength and masculinity are incomparably greater.

I have quite large br3asts for a Japanese person, but Daisuke’s d1ck far beyond the level of a Japanese person.

(I’m overwhelmed…)

Seeing my hardened n1pple, slightly swollen and erect, I realize I’m aroused.

It’s the first time my n1pple has become this stiff without being touched or sucked.

Anticipation… perhaps?

Anticipation of what’s to come.

Anticipation of clamping my chest around something unprecedentedly thick.

My former instructor’s lover taught me it’s called titty fvck

He said it was unthinkable for me not to squeeze it with my size. That it was a man’s romance. I remember him begging me to do that, and squeezing my ex-lover’s thing between my br3asts.

At that time, the man’s thing was completely buried inside me,

(Ah… so hot…)

Squeezing Daisuke’s erection between my br3asts, I felt my chest get hot.

What a hard, sturdy p3nis. Even with my ample br3asts, I can’t fully contain it.

“It’s like a c0ck’s sprouted from my chest…”

I muse, cradling my br3asts while stroking my student’s member.

His c0ck protruding from between my cleavage and appearing before my eyes with overwhelming strength.

A curved, rigid shaft.

An exposed ridge.

A glans that seems ready to burst forth at any moment.

Combined with the scrotum pressed against my inner thigh, it teaches me the raw, masculine truth through our skin-to-skin contact.

I was being violated by Daisuke’s p3nis.

Though I’m the one supposed to be defiling my student, the thought suddenly strikes me.

Though I’m the one moving, the only one aware, it feels as if the c0ck itself is guiding my actions.

I want to keep holding him like this forever.

To serve my student’s sturdy c0ck, to become nothing but a female who pleases him—

“Ahh!”

In the next instant, a torrent of semen erupted toward my face with terrifying force.

Caught completely off guard, I had no means to protect myself from this obscene weapon. Helpless, I could only endure the shower of my student’s climax.

What a volume.

What smelly semen.

Anyone subjected to this would surely go mad.

His c0ck was already monstrously thick, but for it to produce such a relentless torrent of cum? This crossed beyond mere debauchery into absurdity.

The semen of a part-time college student.

Even that alone would be problematic, but I found myself drowning in the shower of his semen.

The young man I’d thought was my most promising disciple actually possessed a superlative s3x symbol that far surpassed me in carnal matters.

“This can’t be true… that he was a virgin all this time…”

The overwhelming facial assault left me utterly dazed, my senses overwhelmed.

The marking from my student left me utterly immobilized. The female inside me craved this sturdy male’s mark—not just on my face or chest, but inside too.

I wanted to shake off this obsessive thought, but I couldn’t.

“I don’t want to admit it, but I’m wet. The depths of my pvssy are throbbing, wanting to take you inside.”

These were words I’d never say if Daisuke were awake.

They could destroy our master-disciple relationship in an instant. As an adult entrusted with a child’s care, this obscene display was unthinkable.

Yet I knew those words made me even more aroused.

How long had it been since I last thought about s3x? After breaking up with my previous lover, I’d convinced myself that work was enough. But being bathed in Daisuke’s semen made all those suppressed desires surge back to life.

I wanted to be fucked by that d1ck.

I wanted to be pounded hard by that strong d1ck and have multiple orgasms.

If I’m going to be fucked, it should be doggy style.

I want to be stripped of all my dignity as a woman and have my defenseless pvssy pounded hard.

“Dausuke… fvck me.”

I straddled Daisuke, who was still completely drunk, facing backwards. I stripped off my pants and shorts, exposing my pvssy in front of a man for the first time in a while, and placed my entrance against my student’s p3nis, which hadn’t yet shrunk even after ejaculation.

It wasn’t doggy style.

It’s what they call reverse cowgirl.

But I still wanted to be fucked by a man from behind.

At least this way, I don’t have to look at Daisuke’s face.

In order not to be conscious that I was having s3x with my student, I inserted his overly powerful p3nis into me while facing backwards.

“Ah! Ahh—!”

When that powerful glans entered my entrance, I found myself wanting to cry out “Wait!” despite being in control.

This was undoubtedly the best p3nis I’d ever experienced in all my sexual encounters.

In terms of length, girth, hardness, and sheer virility, it existed on another plane entirely—a genuine male’s genuine c0ck.

“Sorry, but I’m going to have s3x with you–”

As the overwhelming size of the glans left me gasping for breath, I deliberately averted my mind from the reality that my partner was my student.

Facing forward, I focused only on his powerful p3nis, and let that manly thing sink into me.

“Ahhn!”

By the time I’d swallowed nearly half of Daisuke’s p3nis, I was already beyond climax.

This peak, achieved after years of abstinence, was undoubtedly the most intense orgasm of my life.

“How am I supposed to take all of this in?”

There’s still enough space to go deeper if I wanted to. But that’s only physically speaking; mentally, I’m completely drained.

If Daisuke had the will to push all the way in, we could probably connect completely.

But doing it myself? It’s a terrifying thought. Trying to swallow something so thick and hard would be like asking a woman to die.

“Ahh, I can feel how amazing it is just being inside me!”

I curse at the drunken Odai. He’s not moving, just thrusting in, but the hardness and girth of his c0ck are painfully obvious. The heat and firmness alone make me want to climax again.

What if Daisuke woke up here? What if he let his male desires take over?

I won’t be able to be his master anymore.

Please.

Wake up, Daisuke.

Wake up and free me from this cruel situation.

I want to take it all the way inside, but I can’t.

It’s too scary.

I’m terrified of swallowing this obscenely thick c0ck whole.

Instinctively, I want this p3nis to ravish me completely, but my rational mind keeps me frozen.

If that’s the case, I’ll just have to let Daisuke take charge.

“Ahh! Wake up, Daisuke! Fvck my pvssy with that strong c0ck!”

As a master, this plea is utterly shameful.

But there’s no other way.

I can’t escape this limbo unless Daisuke fucked me.

“Right now, you can do whatever you want with my tits! You’ve been dying to grope them, haven’t you?! You can squeeze my n1pples and br3asts to your heart’s content! You’ll never get another chance like this!”

As Daisuke was still completely drunk, I continued to plead, nearly screaming.

His c0ck is so damn impressive—why are you still asleep?!

I told you I wanted you to fvck me, so you’d better be a man and go for it.

“Ugh, I can’t take it anymore! I love you, Daisuke! Marry me! Marry me and fvck my pvssy every night with that big, c0ck of yours!”

It was a desperate, reverse proposal.

For this man, I’d shout anything. As both his master and a woman, I’d abandon all pride to make this s3x happen.

“Truth is, I’ve wanted to fvck you since forever!”

It was practically a desperate shout.

Really, until just now, I hadn’t even thought of Daisuke as a man. But his c0ck made me feel like it had been aware of him all along.

Enough.

If we could just have s3x…

I’d rather be this man’s s3x slave than his master.

With a prayer-like desperation, I faced forward and put both hands on the floor.

While I was shouting “Wake up, darling” over and over again, I continued to squeeze my student’s thing with my now sensitive vaginal walls.

I can’t look at Daisuke anymore. I won’t. I refuse to acknowledge that the person I’m about to have serious s3x with is my former student.

“Ahnnn♡♡♡”

Finally, my wish reaches the heavens.

At first, I thought his p3nis had pierced through me, all the way to the crown of my head.

The impact was that intense. The sensation of penetration was overwhelming.

It takes a moment for me to realize the moan escaping me is my own.

Was that… my moan?

Can I really make such delicate, lovely sounds?

“Ah! Ah!”

His hammer-like c0ck continues pounding against my cervix.

Each thrust is so masculine, yet I respond with girlish cries of ecstasy, climaxing violently with every strike.

Those sturdy balls are slamming against my abdomen.

With each rebound, they slap my belly, while the fist-like glans simultaneously thrusts into my cervix.

“Oh! That’s so good!”

What’s truly incredible about this man isn’t when he enters, but when he withdraws.

His thickened glans, hooked like a claw, rakes through my most sensitive areas, scraping them bare.

It’s not just scraping – it’s peeling away, the exposed head of his c0ck stripping away my feminine dignity.

“Aahh! That’s so good♡♡ That’s so good♡♡.”

Soon, as if to be expected, we change position to doggy style. With my student exposing not only my pvssy but even my anus, I focus solely on enduring his powerful thrusts.

“Aahh! My br3asts feel amazing too!”

As if reading my desires from my vaginal walls, Daisuke roughly grabs my br3asts with his rough hands.

His roughly rubbing movements were symbolic of his large body. But his fingertips still moved delicately, rolling my erect n1pples.

(This guy… His size isn’t the only impressive thing – his technique is monstrous too.)

I wonder how much training he underwent overseas. He doesn’t seem like someone who was a virgin until recently at all.

His masterful s3x, which seemed to know just how to toy with a woman, had already made me give in.

(Ah… If he keeps assaulting me like this, I’ll never be able to resist him again—)

Until now, there had been a clear hierarchy between this man and me.

Naturally, I was on top, and Daisuke was below.

But now, Daisuke was completely on top.

With just the right amount of pressure from this man, I could be made to cum very easily.

In fact, he could even choose not to make me come. Though I’d rather die than experience that outcome, but our relationship was already being rewritten through his c0ck and my pvssy.

Man and woman.

Master and slave.

Husband and wife.

C0ck and pvssy.

I had now become completely Daisuke’s woman.

“Ah! Manager!”

“Daisuke! Daisuke!”

Fully awake, Daisuke was clearly fucking me of his own volition.

In fact, from Odai’s perspective, it was like waking up to find himself being violated by his boss at his part-time job. But for two people on fire with desire, such trivialities meant nothing.

Daisuke’s vigorous pistoning thrusts into my pvssy. The collision of flesh against flesh produces a dry, lewd sound.

This is the sound of s3x.

The primal instinct of male and female colliding.

Right now, I was having s3x with my student, Daisuke.

I had his stiff, erect huge c0ck wrapped around my dripping pvssy, rubbing it mercilessly.

Ahh, it feels so good…

What a manly c0ck, such powerful s3x.

To think being violated by my student’s d1ck could feel this good.

“Ah! That’s amazing♡.”

Soon, Daisuke grabbed both of my arms from behind and began to shake his hips violently.

s3x that took away my freedom completely. My torso was raised, and I could see my G-cup br3asts shaking violently.

But there was nowhere to hide. With my defenseless pvssy being impaled by Daisuke’s sturdy c0ck, all I could do was endure the intense pleasure from his long shaft and glans.

Daisuke’s hips made my buttocks bounce.

My big br3asts and ass had always been a complex for me. But if it meant being toyed with by a younger student like this, I suddenly thought having big tits and a big butt wasn’t so bad after all.

“Ah! I want you to rub my b00bs too♡ I want my student to play with my pvssy and n1pples while I cum hard with his raw c0ck♡”

My wildest desires were drawn out in an extreme situation.

Every time I received my students’ lewd gazes, I thought, “Oh well, there’s nothing I can do.”

But in truth, maybe I wanted to receive all of their desires myself.

If being fucked by my students leaves me this disheveled, I can’t deny the criticism that I hired all those young men just to be fawned over.

I mean, s3x with my students is unbelievably good.

Having my student’s raw c0ck rub against my pvssy feels so good it’s unbelievable.

“Aahh! My n1pples feel so good♡.”

Just as I’d hoped, Daisuke began kneading my br3asts with vigorous hands. And yet he flicked my n1pples at high speed with different movements on each side. This man was a genius at s3x, no matter how you look at it. His c0ck inside my pvssy felt so good, but with his godlike finger movements like this…

“Ahh! I’m gonna cum from my student’s s3x! My n1pples and pvssy are being tormented, and I’m supposed to be the master, I’m gonna cum!!”

The merciless finger movements and pistoning reduced my mind to white noise as my entire body began to convulse.

My n1pples, cl!t, and pvssy—all of it felt incredible.

I was about to climax from my n1pples alone, but that thick, long c0ck of his was stripping away my feminine dignity, my master’s dignity.

But that’s fine.

I don’t need dignity.

Right now, I just want to be this guy’s pvssy slave.

I’ll offer him my br3asts, n1pples, pvssy, and cl!t—all of it. I want him to make me feel good everywhere at once.

“M-Manager… I’m about to come—”

“Ah! Inside! Come inside me! Fill my pvssy with your cum!”

Trying to maintain some semblance of a master’s dignity, I demanded penetration in a commanding tone.

But what did it matter now?

With my body stripped of all freedom, being fucked like a caged animal, what part of me could possibly surpass Daisuke?

“Ahh! Do it♡ Fill Satsuki’s pvssy with your thick, rich semen—every drop♡♡”

Satsuki.

Never had a student address me by that name before.

Yet now, I wanted to hear it.

From this man.

I want this student with an incredibly powerful d1ck to call me by the name I’ve had since childhood as much as he likes. I want him to call me by my first name without any worries.

“Ahh! Satsuki!”

“Ahh, I’m coming♡ My student’s c0ck is making Satsuki cum—♡♡”

My mind went blank—

This… This was beyond anything I’d ever known. It felt like I might die from the pleasure.

The pleasure that Daisuke’s d1ck slammed into my brain exploded, spreading throughout my body at the speed of light.

There was no doubt about it.

This was the best s3x of my life.

My first ever creampie was brought about by the d1ck of a student I’d thought of as a younger brother.

As I clamped my pvssy around it, I could feel his thick, long shaft swelling to monstrous proportions.

Ah, it’s coming.

Daisuke’s semen. My student’s sperm.

Riding a torrential wave, it surged directly toward my womb.

“Ahhh–♡♡♡”

What is this? It’s amazing.

Even if he’d been wearing a condom, I’m sure this eruption would have torn right through it.

Bullets. A fucking bazooka of semen.

Those frenzied sperm filled my uterus in an instant, overflowing its capacity.

That Daisuke is currently connected to my pvssy, pumping his seed into me.

There’s no escape for me, now that I’m enslaved by s3x.

Doing this will definitely get me pregnant.

Even though I know that, I can’t escape the overwhelming pleasure of my student’s creampie.

His insemination feels unbelievably good.

Having his genes pumped into me through his c0ck is absurdly pleasurable.

“Um, Manager—”

I can tell Daisuke is panicking about having just come inside his boss at work.

But I’m still basking in the afterglow of his release.

Kneeling on the tatami mats, I grip the edge of the raised platform with both hands, focusing completely on our connected parts.

I’m in a doggy style position, being fucked by my student.

I can’t show this to the other part-timers, but I know it’s the best position for me.

I still can’t look at Daisuke’s face.

If I do, I’ll fall in love with him for sure. He’ll make me propose again like he did earlier.

This man’s c0ck is a monster. His s3x skills rival even those of the gods.

How could a mere izakaya owner possibly compete with such a thing?

“What happened today… must stay between us, you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

s3x with a student.

The very definition of forbidden fruit.

I’m usually the one scolding the boys, but to think that I’d lose myself to my student’s d1ck.

If anyone found out, it’d be the end of my establishment.

The scandal of a female shopkeeper surrounding young university students, coupled with the loss of trust from other boys, could prove fatal to my business.

As a business owner, I couldn’t afford to let that happen.

“But from now on, you can do whatever you want with my pvssy. My n1pples and br3asts are yours to play with. If you want, I’ll give you a blowjob, br3ast jobs, or whatever else you desire.”

“Huh?”

Naturally, keeping someone’s silence required compensation. All I could offer was my body. My business wasn’t profitable enough to raise salaries.

“Also, when we’re alone, call me Satsuki like before. That’s an absolute condition if you’re going to have s3x with me.”

“M-Manager?”

“Satsuki!”

“S-Satsuki!”

“Good! That’s perfect! Now let’s continue where we left off!”

“W-why—”

“Don’t question me! Just keep thrusting that thick c0ck into my pvssy. And pinch my n1pples like you were before. Squeeze my tits harder!”

“U-understood!”

People often say my workplace is like a military boot camp.

We push college part-timers through a brutal training regimen.

But I believe it makes them grow. Our graduates always advance quickly at whatever company they join.

“Ahhn♡ The way you touch my b00bs is amazing♡♡”

Still, demanding such military precision during s3x was a first.

To begin with, I’d never had s3x with a student before. Every time they confessed, I’d tell them, “You idiot! What’s wrong with you?” And yet…

“Ahh! My student’s c0ck feels so good!”

Now I’m just letting myself be taken by my student’s overly thick c0ck.

“T-Your pvssy feels amazing, Manager!”

“I’m not the manager! It’s Satsuki! Ahh♡”

“S-Satsuki’s pvssy feels like a living thing! It’s so good!”

“Say more! Keep praising my body!”

“G-Your G-cup br3asts are so soft and bouncy! My palms feel like they’re in heaven!”

“That’s right! Keep praising me! My pvssy, br3asts, and ass—all of it belongs to your big c0ck now!”

“Ahh! I’m gonna cum again!”

“Come inside me, Daisuke! Make me cum with your cum again!”

“I’m gonna make you pregnant, Satsuki! Get impregnated with my seed!”

“Ahh! I’m gonna get pregnant! Give me your cum! Ahh, I’m cumming♡♡ Satsuki’s coming from your second round of cum, my student! ♡♡”

Even on his second release, Daisuke’s ejaculation showed no signs of weakening.

There’s no way to win against something like this.

Such a formidable c0ck, such potent cum.

If you’re a woman, there’s no chance of victory.

“Ahh! That’s incredible! ♡ Why are you so amazing?! Do people become this incredible at s3x after going overseas?!”

As I came hard from my powerful ejaculation, the image of me being fucked by all my part-time workers who had gone abroad and become so powerful came to my mind.

That couldn’t possibly be true. It’s simply because this guy is too extraordinary. How can the world tolerate so many men with such incredible cocks?

“Ahh! I’m cumming again♡ Cumming with my student’s c0ck♡♡”

That night, until the shop was about to open, I kept having s3x with Daisuke.

Since my shop opens at 5 PM, that means over fifteen hours.

Throughout that time, Daisuke showed no signs of weakening; if anything, he grew more vigorous.

He maintained control from start to finish. By the end, even my anus had been thoroughly explored. Finally, I licked every inch of Daisuke’s body clean.

Everywhere – from his toes to the depths of his anus, everything.

This was something I could never show to any other student.

Needless to say, after that, Daisuke’s shifts were limited to working the last late shift.

s3x with Daisuke, which was more physically demanding than work, had become my life’s work.

I never thought the day would come when I would become addicted to my student’s d1ck.

Well, it’s worth it since it feels so damn good.