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“Vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas.(All is in vain. No matter where one flees, everything is empty.)”

The woman's voice echoed like a nightmare, worming its way into every corner of the body, gnawing at a soul and flesh already riddled with scars.

"Isn't the world just full of pain?"

The young girl thought this as she swung the razor blade in her hand—

"Misaki!!!"

Memories are strange things. Even though it happened so long ago, recalling it now feels like being instantly strangled, suffocating as if clawing one's way out of deep water. It takes every ounce of strength to sit up, gasping for air to ease the discomfort. In a daze, the surroundings dissolve into meaningless noise, like the busy signal of a phone, as if she doesn’t even belong in this world—

"Misaki?"

"...Ah, sorry, Sensei. I was just spacing out..."

The girl gripping the steering wheel snapped back to reality at my call, her empty eyes reflecting my concerned face.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine."

"..."

Silence settled in the car once more.

"Sensei."

"Yeah?"

"Why are you teaching me how to drive? Something like this... has no meaning..."

The silence lingered, unanswered.

Instead of replying, I handed the car keys to Misaki.

"See this? What is it?"

"...Car keys."

"Right, car keys."

I nodded.

"But it’s not just car keys. It can also be a ticket. A ticket to freedom.""...I don’t understand.""Shall we start her up first?"

The moment the ignition button was pressed, the explosive sound of gasoline erupted from behind like a bass note, akin to a horse snorting in excitement before a gallop. The legendary Coyote engine needed no excessive modifications—just a simple fiddle with the ECU and a supercharger and it can easily unleash over 800 horsepower in the latest Dark Horse.

"Drive."

"Where to?"

"I don’t know."

Surprised, the girl turned her head to look at me in the passenger seat, as if searching my expression for a hint that I was joking. But my serious face betrayed no lie, and no matter how much Misaki "side-eyed" me, I maintained that earnest expression.

"...Fine."

The steed beneath them galloped forward, splitting the world in two, devouring the asphalt and converting it into noise and horsepower, propelling the metal body and the two lumps of flesh atop it across the earth. From winding roads through dense vegetation to towering redwood forests so thick they blotted out the sky, the black ribbon of road replaced their thoughts, guiding them further away to the symphony of the engine’s roar.

A destination? Perhaps it didn’t matter at all.

The right foot pressing the accelerator was connected not only to the decades-old, perfected engine at the front but also to their very guts. With every push, the anxieties of a cluttered world, the emptiness drilled into them, all the trivial nonsense dissolved in an instant. Every tangled grudge, every disturbance was drowned out by the engine’s roar, left far behind on the road, never to catch up. Even the stomachache from poor eating habits eased at this moment, as comforting as a bowl of hot fish soup.

The hands gripping the steering wheel, controlling the direction of the black stallion beneath them, felt just right—its size and thickness like a mother’s cool hand on a fevered forehead, straightening a chest that had been curled up for too long, allowing fresh oxygen mixed with the car’s pleasant scent to flood the lungs, washing away all restlessness. Even the pollen-plagued airways could now breathe freely, inhaling the fresh forest air.

As they emerged from the redwoods, the scenery shifted again. The fantastical world of elves and vibrant life gave way to a breathtaking coastal cliff road. The air carried the salty tang of the sea, and the crashing waves against the cliffs added a bassline to the supercharger’s whine and the V8’s roar, forming a symphony of mechanical grandeur.

"..."

Though no words were spoken, the change in speed told me the girl’s mood had lightened. The earlier disinterest was gone, replaced by an unmistakable excitement. The engine’s growl, once mere white noise, grew louder as the accelerator was pressed deeper, the occasional backfire during gear shifts stoking the thrill. The needle edged toward the redline, chasing that feeling of control—like wearing perfectly fitted shoes or gloves, where every movement was intuitive. Even if it was just the car’s computer adjusting fuel and RPM, what did it matter? The exhilaration and sense of mastery over one’s world outweighed everything else. Maybe the environment, upbringing, and influences couldn’t be controlled, but here, behind the wheel, the girl could still command the 5.0-liter engine’s shifts, resonate with this machine, and that was enough.

The cliffside road was a stark black divide, splitting land and sea. The sunlight, previously blocked by the dense redwoods, now bathed the earth like divine radiance, adding an epic quality to the scene. It was as if they weren’t just driving a muscle car but piloting a chariot like the gods of myth, shaping and tearing the land and sea at will.

Only when the asphalt ended at a lighthouse did the engine’s roar fade, idling briefly before falling silent. The only sound was the muffled crash of waves against the cliffs, oppressive like the stifling heat before a storm.

As if the earlier gloom had caught up again.

No matter how fast they went, even if the soul lagged behind while the body raced ahead in this ton of metal, stopping meant the soul would snap back to the prison of flesh. The warm sunlight now felt harsh, the car’s interior suddenly cramped and suffocating.

Unconsciously, her breathing grew ragged. The girl flung the car door open and stepped out—

"...!"

Unlike the earlier "sensation," the real sea air, salty and pungent, rushed into her masked nostrils, making Misaki widen her eyes in surprise. Growing up in Arius’s chaos, even breathing normal, scentless air was a luxury. To her, air reeking of disinfectant, gunpowder, and blood was "normal." This fresh sea breeze was unimaginable—like sucking in a breath while chewing mint candy.

"I want more..."

An almost instinctive urge made Misaki reach to remove her ever-present black mask, but—

"Ah."

Remembering her severe hay fever, she froze, lowering her hand in disappointment as she gazed at the view.

"It’s fine."

"...Ah."

"This area has no flowers. If Misaki wants to breathe the fresh air, go ahead... though that sounds a bit odd."

"...Okay."

With that, she removed the mask and finally inhaled deeply, taking in the sea breeze as she admired the scenery she’d never seen in Kivotos. The vast ocean captivated her, offering a moment of peace to the girl who had endured so much.

"Want to go up the lighthouse?" I asked.

"...""The view’s better up there."

When Misaki didn’t reply, I awkwardly added my reason.

"If it’s Sensei’s request..."

Climbing the 47-meter lighthouse was no challenge for either of us. Soon, we reached the top, gazing at the sea, feeling the soothing wind.

"Misaki.""What?""Are you snuggling up in my arms?""?!"

The girl leaped back like a startled rabbit, shooting me a flustered glare. But I wasn’t offended—I just smiled at her lovely face.

"Misaki’s so cute. You’d look even better smiling.""Cuteness... is meaningless..."

Her tone was cold, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her. I didn’t press further, instead diverting the topic to a distant cargo ship.

"So, what do you think of today, Misaki?""..."

She tilted her head, seemingly unsure how to answer.

"It was fun, Sensei."

After a pause, she responded."And the scenery?""...It was beautiful."

A faint smile graced her lips as she met my eyes. But the hint of sorrow in her gaze pricked at my heart. Her next words confirmed it:

"But... why show me this, Sensei?... You know these are all nonsense to me."

"Honnnnnnnnnk—"

A ship’s horn cut her off, its far-reaching blare leaving her standing there, lost.

"Misaki, you know what? Lighthouses are placed far from land, some even on isolated rocks in the sea, to warn ships of hidden dangers. Yet even in their loneliness, they’re thanked by passing vessels. Even an island can send signals and receive replies."

"Sensei..."

Realizing my meaning, her eyes widened as I continued.

“You can argue that we are all isolated island,trapping our souls in a prison made out of our bodies.But pushing everyone away and closing up from feeling,just won’t help anything.”

The waves crashed against the cliffs, their spray shattering like her fractured heart. Even as she tried to steady her voice, the tremble was unmistakable.

"Did you plan this, Sensei? To teach me a lesson?"

"Honestly, I improvised. Call it a field trip. Since Arius don’t have such things I guess?"

"No, we didn’t..."

She turned and buried herself in my chest, her tears dampening my shirt.

"We didn’t..."

"There, there.I’m here. It’s okay..."

Misaki burst into tears.

"Why...? Someone like me, still wanted... I don’t deserve this kindness... I’m not worth it... Why...?"

"Why couldn’t it have been sooner?"

Even unspoken, I felt the thought. But what could I do? No matter how strong I am, I was powerless here. All I could do was hold her tighter, as if mending her shattered soul, offering my shoulder until her cries grew hoarse, her tears ran dry, and she fell asleep in my arms. Once her breathing steadied, I carried her down the lighthouse, wiped her face, and laid her on the keeper’s bed, letting the girl—whose 16 years had been swallowed by emptiness—find fleeting peace by my side.

I woke to the sound of an engine.

The keeper’s hut couldn’t muffle the Mustang’s growl. Awakened,I stepped outside the door.

"Good morning, Sensei."

The familiar black mask was back, hiding most of her face, leaving only her brown eyes visible. But after a night’s rest, the dark circles under them had faded. Her voice, once listless, now carried a hint of energy. The small changes eased my worries.

"Morning, Misaki. Sleep well?"

"...Yeah."

Still in the driver’s seat, she gave a curt reply, her eyes urging me to hurry up and join her.

Understanding, I slipped into the car, buckling up with a click—the signal for her to start the engine. The black stallion roared to life, devouring the road once more. The scenery outside shifted from stunning coastal cliffs to rolling hills, then to the bustling outskirts of a metropolis. In two hours, they’d covered 200 miles, trading nature’s beauty for steel and glass.

As Misaki’s focus returned to the road, a colossal structure came into view—a bridge, painted sunrise-orange, spanning the bay. At 227 meters tall, it dominated the skyline, harmonizing with the city like a masterpiece. Even Misaki, who’d grumbled about the 45-mph speed limit, now wished to stop and admire it.

Obviously,45 mph is a lot slower then what we’ve clocked on the freeway.But at that speed, the crossing just took barely two minutes. As the bridge faded in the rearview, she seemed dazed.

"Misaki?""Ah... just thinking...""About the Eden Treaty?""...Yeah.""Don’t zone out and drive us off, okay?""Pfft..."

Her laugh lightened the mood.

"I won’t. And... I think... I like this orange. It’s warm. Like hope.""...Yeah."

They say depressed people are more emotionally perceptive. Maybe it’s true. Even without knowing the bridge’s symbolism, Misaki had sensed its meaning. Impressed, I glanced at her—"Hm? Something on my face, Sensei?""A very pretty smile."

The teasing made her freeze, then turn away. But I could see it—she was blushing.

So much so that she didn’t speak again until the Mustang, fueled and road-weary, reached its destination.

"We’re here, Sensei."

The arid hills and dry lake bed painted a rugged Western scene, as if the earlier coastal beauty and cityscape were mirages. Here, they were outlaws on horseback, fleeing the world.

But this wasn’t the 19th century, and they weren’t here to rob or kill.

"Brake, aim for the apex... now throttle!"

The black ribbon in the desert was Misaki’s playground. With natural talent, she improved rapidly, lap times dropping like stones. When she hit her limit, she pulled into the pits.

"Hmm... why won’t it go faster...?""Maybe lose weight?"

She glared.

"Sensei thinks I’m fat?""No! I mean... me getting out would help.""...Oh."

Satisfied, she nodded as I stepped out. Watching her ignore the pit speed limit, I chuckled.

"Didn’t think I’d be dead weight..."

I returned to the garage and slipped into another car. I’d promised her freedom, but if she thought I’d let her have all the fun, she was wrong.

"Vroom—"

The deafening roar echoed in the garage. The triangular headlights gleamed like a viper’s eyes, lethal and sharp. With every press of the pedal, the 8.4-liter V10 bellowed its motto: "There’s no replacement for displacement!" The red paint and lightning stripes made it look straight out of a cartoon, drawing admiration even from the Mustang-loving Misaki.

"Sensei watches kids’ movies?""Shut it."

"Want me to stick a ’51’ on the side?""Then we should swap cars."

She knew the livery referenced a film, teasing me like a kid catching an adult’s childish pleasure.

"Nah."

The throttle was the starting gun. Viper and Mustang tore across the lake bed, chasing each other until their tanks ran dry and the sun dipped below the horizon. The symphony of tires and engines gave way to night’s quiet, broken only by the crunch of lettuce in their motel sandwiches.

"..."

No words were needed. Misaki wouldn’t transform into a bubbly girl overnight, but her smiles had multiplied. That was enough.

Dinner cleanup was simple—just toss the wrappers. Beer in hand, I stepped onto the balcony, watching the beasts below. Only when the can was empty did I return inside.

"Misaki?"

Her absence spiked my worry. Had her improvement been an act?

The bathroom’s running water sent me rushing to stop her—

"Eh~? Sensei’s a peeping tom?"

Naked and bath-ready, she smirked at my panic.

"Uh, no! I—""Want to join me, Sensei?"

The snow-white body made me feel a sense of dizziness. The scars and cuts on the neck and wrists were as glaring as bloodstains in the snow, piercing into my heart. But the owner of the body was just leaning in my arms, using my chest as a pillow and leaning in my arms, looking at his body submerged in water, not knowing what he was thinking. The steam rising from the bathroom and the dripping water droplets became the main melody of the moment, highlighting the somewhat awkward atmosphere and warmth.

"Sensei."

She broke the quiet.

"You know how the other me ended, right?""Huh? Oh... yeah."

She meant the in the original timeline,when there’s no ‘Sensei’ offering helps to the students.

"I, with agoraphobia, ended up dying alone in the bathtub... Hehe... what a lonely way to die."

I held her tighter.

"Sitting there, watching the water rise... past my knees, my chest, my neck... then my face."

She described it as if she’d lived it.

“At that time, I would swallow my last breath and then... let darkness surround me and die alone. Just like a person lying on the beach, watching their death with the setting sun.""Misaki...""Don’t be surprised. Guns and knives barely hurt us anymore. So... if I ever... this’d be how. Like jumping off that bridge."

Her voice was light, but her body trembled.

"But... I won’t now. Though... alone, I still have dark thoughts...""I’ll stay with you.""Sensei...""If being alone makes Misaki spiral, I’ll stay until those thoughts are gone.""...Sensei’s an idiot. I’m so broken...""Someone who loves you will pick up every piece. No matter how much,no matter how long it takes.""Even it cost a whole life to do so?""Even it cost my whole life.""Heh... such a troublesome, bad Sensei..."

Water splashed as her hands, warm and wet, covered my eyes, hiding her next move. Even guessing her intent, I played along, feeling her breath draw near—

Then, our lips met.

How long did it last? Five seconds? Ten? A minute? Neither of us knew. Only when we parted did she lower her hands, letting me see her shy, happy face.

"...Felt like a dream."

Her verdict on her first kiss.

"Want another?""...Yes."

This time, no hands blocked my view. Her arms looped around my neck as she offered another clumsy kiss. Even when she bit my lip by accident, it didn’t matter.

Her willingness deserved my fullest response. And as her teacher, wasn’t it my duty to guide her?

The tender yet firm kiss drew a cute whimper. Her defenses crumbled, letting me in—

Like how I’d slipped into her shattered heart.

How despicable. How selfish.

"Hah... Sensei...""Let’s move to the bed. Okay?"

Even she understood what came next.

Vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas.

The woman’s voice returned, nightmare-like, gnawing at her scarred soul.

But the broken pieces had already been gathered, lovingly reassembled.

The wounded heart had been padded with cotton, tenderly stitched.

The nightmare’s voice could no longer torment her.

The creed of nothingness could no longer shackle the self she’d found.

"Okay."

Instantly, the noise vanished. The mental static cleared; the chains fell away. She let me carry her to the bed, laying her down like a treasure, baring herself completely.

"...Don’t stare... it’s embarrassing, stupid Sensei..."

Subconsciously, her hands wants to cover up the body, but she stopped it anyway, placing her left hand on her belly and acted somewhat reservedly. Her brown eyes looks away,attempting to use this way to alleviate her embarrassment.

"Should I kiss it better?""...Do what you want."

I pressed my lips to her forehead—

"Huh?"

—then her lips.An unexpected kiss made her uttered a cute sound,expressing her confusion. Wondering why I didn't kiss her lips, the next second, my lips landed on her mouth as if fulfilling her wish,surprising her at first and then miffed at my despicableness, opening her mouth to regain some control. But that just giving me an opportunity to entangle myself with that tongue-docked girl and emit a series of kisses that made Misaki blush. Until the oxygen in both of their lungs was completely exhausted, their overlapping lips finally parted again.

"Sensei... So cunning... "

"My cunning is much more than this, dear Misaki."

“?！That is... ！”

Before the young girl had a chance to push me away, my lips had already covered Misaki's breast, caressing the sensitive area. The strange tingling sensation caused the body under me to tremble again. Her hand placed on my head, trying to push the unruly head away a little. The other covered her face, either trying to shield her face from view, or trying to suppress the strange sounds that couldn't be contained from escaping from her throat. The eyes were completely narrowed， as if fleeing from reality like an ostrich.

“Sensei... Um...I’m...feeling weird... ❤"

Never expected to utter such an embarrassing sound, Misaki almost immediately covered her mouth to prevent it from escaping again.

Although the idea was good, neither the attack on her breasts nor the hands kneading the breast flesh like kneading dough could be resisted by a virgin girl. Not to mention my voice sounded again at this moment:

"It's okay... If Misaki wants to shout, then shout it out... "

"Um......❤ Sensei... Sensei... Ah...❤"

"Hey,I’m here,Misaki."

"Hah...❤ So strange... It's just being called by name...❤ This feeling in my heart... is so strange...❤"

Don’t know what happiness was like,Misaki could only describe her current feelings in this way. Her thin arms were trying to hug me, as the scabbed scars randomly rubbing against my back,bring a hard sensation. The hands even subconsciously hugged my head, as if reluctant to part but also as if longing for me to show more affection towards them. The chaotic feeling mixed up Misaki's head into a mess, leaving only the instinct to seek pleasure from her beloved.

"Sensei... ❤"

My lips continued to move downward, passing over the underbelly and reaching her pussy covered by pubic hair. Misaki naturally didn't do anything to groom her private parts. The untrimmed pubic hair still had some moisture on it, and the obediently fitting object on the girl's private area was as soft as fur, making me instinctively rub against the fluffy and plump nub of her monsveneris

“Don...don’t...it’s dirty down there..❤Why do you act like a puppy...Eh?!You just licked it...?❤”

Her clit, already swollen from earlier teasing, pulsed under my tongue—every slow, rough stroke of it dragging her deeper into heat.The folds below, still glistening from what came before, only grew wetter, sweeter, as I devoured every drop she offered.She trembled again when I swallowed her slick arousal without hesitation, savoring it like a reward.And with each flick and swirl, her entrance—once shy and closed—began to open on its own, like it too wanted to be touched.The moment that narrow gate gave way, my tongue slipped in, thick and deliberate, pressing deeper to coax her trembling walls and stroke the trembling heat within.

（（（（Vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas.Vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas.Vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas.Vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas.Vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas.

“N-no... ah...❤ it feels... strange... something's—something’s coming out...❤ Sensei...❤ please... stop, I can't…❤ I can't hold it... don't look at me...❤ please, Sensei...❤”

Her voice broke into fragments, each syllable trembling on the edge of sobs and release. Her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles pale, thighs shaking uncontrollably. She didn’t want to be seen like this—but her body had already betrayed her.

And then it hit me—literally.

A sudden burst of liquid, hot and forceful, sprayed against my face like a startled storm. It wasn't just arousal—it was something rawer, wilder, as if her body had lost all control. I choked, caught off guard by the sheer pressure of it, the heat of it, the taste—salted need and electric shame. I swallowed without thinking, my reflexes too slow to dodge the flood, and backed away, breathless, stunned.

She kept coming.

The liquid shot from her like a fountain no longer restrained, gushing through that narrow slit in high, arching waves. It splashed against the ceiling, the bedposts, the floor—it soaked everything.

The sheets beneath her were already a lost cause: darkened, flooded, ruined by the very ecstasy that had torn its way out of her. The air itself smelled of heat and surrender, and all I could do was watch, mesmerized, as she trembled and sprayed again—like her body was confessing all the things her voice couldn't.

“Sensei...❤”

Misaki knelt there, staring wide-eyed at the rigid shape now exposed before her—bigger, harder, angrier than she’d imagined. Her breath hitched as she reached out again, fingertips brushing against the heat rising from its flushed tip,observing the thing that will took away her innocent in a second.

It twitched in response, a single drop beading at the crown like it was greeting her. That first slick glisten sent a visible shiver through her, as if the scent alone had wrapped itself around her lungs.

Her lips parted in silence.

Then she leaned forward.

A quiet sound escaped her as her tongue flicked against the tip, followed by a trembling hum as her mouth stretched to accept it.

I barely had time to process the sensation—her warmth, her breath, her softness—before I was engulfed.

Whether it was curiosity, instinct, or a quiet vengeance for earlier teasing, I couldn’t tell. But she took me deeper, inch by inch, all while her gaze stayed locked on the swollen ridge that crowned my length—like it fascinated her.

And then she reacted.

Her face tensed, not in pleasure, but in revulsion. A choked whimper vibrated around me, followed by a quiet, breathless complaint.

“It smells… so strong…❤ so awful…❤”

Yet she didn’t pull away. Her nose wrinkled, her brows knit, but she kept me in her mouth, cheeks hollowing around the shape like her body refused to give up despite what her mind screamed.

My scent, my taste—too much for her. And still, she swallowed.

It was merely a very innocent licking, but each gentle lick by her pierced tongue brought me a slight sensation of hardness and coldness among all the softness and slickness,make it twitching in the girl's mouth,covering it up with so much saliva as if it’s covered with honey.And that’s not the end.Mizuki's tongue moved further down to my crotch, sucking the balls that hung between my legs.

“Even this bit had gone this big...this heavy...with all your sperm..❤Ready to shoot all inside my womb...❤”

Unconsciously, Misaki's sucking faster and faster.Even though the inexperienced girl tried her best, she could only manage to the glans instead of the whole shaft, so that in the end,Misaki had to use her own hands to assist in the blowjob in order to make me cum as soon as possible.

Finally, with the girl's such efforts, the feeling of impending ejaculation also reached my body, making me breath heavily and short. Until that feeling reached its peak, the love and desire were about to explode in Misaki's mouth.

“Uh?!Gulp...gulp...❤”

The thick and stinky substance seized Misaki's ability to breathe in an instant. The familiar sensation made the girl's memories drift away once again, recalling the past... the pain.

The pain of suffocation.

The abnormal nerve activity caused by oxygen deficiency makes the brain start to secrete a substance. A substance that can give people the "calmness" they feel before death.

Endorphin.

This substance, which only appears in extreme situations, has the functions of pain relief and stress reduction. In the face of the ultimate concept of "death", endorphin is secreted in an uncontrollable frenzy, so that the body can leave the world in a relatively calm and comfortable state.

But... What if this body actually cannot die at all, and can even survive indefinitely under shelter?

Then the other function of endorphin, the one that brings supreme pleasure to people, will come into play.

And this was not the only feeling that Misaki was experiencing at this moment. All the trust and peace that came from being cared for and protected by her beloved,realizing that she would not be abandoned by the empty doctrines as she had once thought brought about an overwhelming sense of joy, which rushed into her already chaotic brain that had been deprived of oxygen, mingling with the thin air that had been inhaled through her lungs and mixed with the smell of man’s disgusting slime.

“......！❤”

“Sorry Misaki,I can’t hold myself in----?!Wait,what are you doing???”

The sudden feeling of being forced to insert deep into the girl's throat made me involuntarily make strange sounds. Even though the sensation and pleasure were already telling me that this had truly happened, not having witnessed it with my own eyes, I would never believe it.

Believe that Misaki would vacuum me out right after her first blowjob without how her body will cope with.

“…Ugh.”

Hearing my voice, Misaki merely flicked her eyes upward, already buried in my pubic hair, pausing as if in thought. Then, she grabbed the black mask she always wore and put it back on her face, covering the mouth that was working on my shaft, hiding the face stained with white fluid.

“This is fine, right?”

I read those words in her gaze.

“No, it’s not about whether it’s fine…”

“~❤”

The physical stimulation became the least important thing at that moment. The mask’s cover added a strange, unfamiliar thrill to what should have been a familiar act. Like a veiled beauty half-hidden, it was far more enticing than full exposure. Unable to clearly see what Misaki was doing to my shaft, I could only guess from the sensation of her slick tongue desperately sucking in her mouth, gliding over the head and shaft, imagining how lascivious her face must look beneath the mask. The psychological pleasure far surpassed any physical sensation.

And if I imagined further—what lay hidden under that mask after this act? A girl’s face, ravaged by semen? Or the thought that beneath her usual, unassuming exterior were traces of a man’s unrestrained affection, the overflow of fluid she couldn’t swallow spilling around her mouth and nose?

A tidal wave of desire engulfed me. Unable to hold back any longer, my hands, resting at my sides, seized Misaki’s head—

“Ugh?! ❤”

I pulled my shaft out entirely, leaving only the tip in her mouth, then forcefully pressed her head down! Unable to restrain myself, I abandoned all reason and love, giving in to dark lust, using Misaki’s mouth to vent my desires.

“I wanted to be gentle, to take it slow… but since you insist, Misaki, I have no reason to hold back.”

Even if Misaki could force a deep throat through sheer will and determination, she couldn’t possibly manage what was happening now—her throat practically transformed into a tool for pleasure. The way her throat muscles worked my shaft was already impressive, but only my active movements, thrusting my hips and gripping her head, made this true oral violation. Though she couldn’t respond, I could tell from her increasingly wet lower body that she was enjoying it.

“And… hmph… your reactions… you seem to love it, don’t you?!”

The second release shot directly into the depths of her throat, nearly causing Misaki, already struggling with oxygen deprivation, to faint. Though this climax wasn’t particularly long, I immediately withdrew my still-erect member afterward. But this didn’t mean Misaki got a moment to breathe. The lingering drops from the tip were caught between the mask and her face, the final traces shooting onto the mask’s inner side and into her forehead and hair.

“Hah…”

After two consecutive releases, I stepped back to rest briefly. I hadn’t wanted to be so rough, but I’d succumbed to desire.

This shouldn’t have happened.

It shouldn’t be like this…

Feeling regret and agitation, I grabbed a beer and took a sip, hoping the cold liquid would clear my head.

But I underestimated Misaki’s resilience.

“Sensei… that was too much… ❤Making me realize pain can be so blissful… making me understand how unbearably good it feels to entrust everything to someone I trust… ❤”

The girl straddled me, aligning her lower body with my still-rigid member. Her bandaged hands grasped my arms, guiding my broad palm to her neck. At that moment, Misaki, with hearts reflected in her pupils, was utterly unlike her usual self. I couldn’t even tell if I was trapped in a vivid delusion or a dream I couldn’t wake from. But the sensation of liquid dripping onto my tip told me this was no illusion—it was real.

“Misaki… why do this to me… why say these words… do you know how hard I’ve been holding back? Why say such pitifully lovable things now…?”

My massive hand on her neck tightened like a vice, the distance between our lower bodies closing.

“Do you know I’m about to take your virginity… that your most precious thing is about to be taken so carelessly?!”

I could see my own grotesque expression reflected in her pupils, looking as if I’d devour her whole. Clinging to my last shred of reason, I asked, almost pathetically. Because Misaki was just a student, a girl. A pitiful girl whose heart I, a scoundrel, had stolen by exploiting her vulnerability. Having already wronged her so much, I didn’t want her to give up her virginity like this. If she said “no,” or even shook her head, I’d stop everything and pu

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