Stealing Spree

I started with gentle squeezes, kneading the tension from Hayashi-sensei’s shoulders. I was still no expert but at this point, I’d already familiarized myself enough to know where she’d find relief whenever I do this.

My fingers worked into the tight muscles, coaxing soft sighs from her lips. Her earlier protests were forgotten as Hayashi-sensei relaxed under my care.

The office remained quiet, save for the low humming sound coming from the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of papers not firmly tucked on her desk.

Hayashi-sensei’s head tilted slightly, resting it on the headrest and giving me better access. From here, I could sense her stern facade gradually melting.

“What a shameless brat. Next time, I’d have you understand what ‘no’ is.” She muttered despite the hint of pleasure her face was showing.

“I fully understand what ‘no’ is, sensei. But at the same time, I can also sense if that ‘no’ is truthful or not.” I impishly answered as my thumbs pressed into a particularly tight knot near her neck.

She let out a small, involuntary moan and I couldn’t help but grin. “See that, sensei? You needed this.”

Her shoulders stiffened for a moment, but then she relaxed again before her eyes closed, either to concentrate on the sensation or prevent herself from looking up at my smug face, “Tch. Don’t get cocky. This is just… professional stress relief. Nothing more.”

“Professional, huh? Should I start charging for my services then?” I kept my hands moving, working down the curve of her shoulders. Somehow, the topmost button on her blouse came undone by itself, revealing a glimpse of smooth skin and the cleavage of her bountiful bosom.

I waited for her to fix it, but Hayashi-sensei made no attempt to do so. Instead, she kept her eyes closed as her breathing visibly quickened, causing her chest to heave slightly with each breath.

The atmosphere gradually grew warmer but neither of us acknowledged it outright.

My massaging hands kept the pressure steady but light, not daring to push the boundaries further without her permission.

“Charging for this?” Hayashi-sensei’s voice cut through the quiet, her tone laced with mock indignation as she cracked one eye open to glance up at me. “You’re bold, Onoda-kun. Maybe I should ask your teachers to dock your grades for attempting to charm the School Director. Or Nurse? Whichever is impactful.”

I let out a gentle chuckle as I let my fingers press on her collarbone before gradually sliding down on her smooth skin just before the impressive squishy swelling of her chest.

My eyes couldn’t help but catch the way her blouse gapped just a bit more with each subtle shift. I couldn’t help but feel my perverted trait getting excited over it.

“Nah, Sensei, this is just me being a dutiful student, helping out my overworked director. I have no ulterior motives. Unless you give me one.”

Her lips twitched into that familiar half-smirk, the one that told me she wasn’t buying my innocent act but wasn’t entirely opposed to it either. “Dutiful, huh? How do you keep getting away with this shamelessness?”

“I also want to know how. Can you tell me, sensei?” Deflecting her question back to her, Hayashi-sensei’s eyes snapped open.

Lifting her head, she met gaze as her expression gradually soured. Moments later, she lifted her hand. It looked like she was about to cup my cheek. However, she completely dodged that and went straight for my ear, pinching it as tightly as she could.

“That’s your assignment, shameless brat. I don’t want to keep comparing you to your father but at this point, you’ve probably done the opposite of everything I’ve seen him do. If not for your resemblance, I might mistake you for being adopted.”

“Well, things happened that changed me. You know that, sensei. Although I didn’t choose to become like this, I came to embrace it. After all, I finally recognized how much I love those girls. Only an extremely shameless guy like me would be able to endure the stigma I’d be getting for my complex relationships. Furthermore… it’s to protect everyone.”

Hayashi-sensei’s pinch slightly loosened as she simply stared at me. I don’t know what’s going on in her head but it’s easy to guess that she’s processing what I just said.

My hands paused from their movements and simply waited for her to finish contemplating.

It took a few minutes. Maybe two. But when Hayashi-sensei opened her mouth again, she swiveled her chair to face me properly.

“Indeed. Normal boys won’t be able to handle what you’re doing. Not even your father. But that’s because he only has an eye for your mother. Others are nothing more than friends or acquaintances.”

A hint of bitterness couldn’t be hidden from her tone but at the same time, the way her lips shifted into a soft smile gave me a glimpse that she’s well and truly moved on from him already.

“I’m also like that, you know? Except for my girls, those close to them and those I deemed important to me, I couldn’t care less for anyone.”

“Are you? But why does it look like your circle is growing larger and larger with every passing day?”

Ah… She’s not wrong. But how did she know? Is she watching me? Or is Shizu giving her an update?

Well, it doesn’t matter. It’s quite easy to tell, after all.

“That’s just how it looks, sensei. You see, I still have to maintain a public persona, right? In the eyes of many who don’t know me on a personal level, I’m this amicable guy who’s friendly to everyone.”

“Shameless brat,” Hayashi-sensei muttered before sighing and breaking off our eye contact.

Since she’s now facing me, continuing the massage was now impossible and so, I bent my knees just enough to lower myself in front of her. Then, while avoiding her thighs, I pressed down my hands on both sides of her seat before leaning in slightly, caging her in without making it too obvious.

“So, sensei. Are we still doing this? How can I massage you now that you’re facing me?”

“Go figure.” She turned her head to the side. However, I caught her still peeking at me.

I leaned in closer and let my head gradually rest on her chest while my hand slowly wrapped around her waist, pulling her gently against me.

Hayashi-sensei’s breath stopped for a moment as her body quivered for a split second. Her arms, which were resting on her armrest, dropped on my shoulder as if to steady herself rather than push me away.

The warmth of her chest against my cheek was soft and inviting, and I could hear the thrum of her heartbeat, gradually quickening from this.

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“Onoda-kun,” She whispered in a tone carrying part exasperation and part indulgence. “You’re pushing it again. How is this a massage?”

I tilted my head up to meet her gaze, my lips curling into a playful smirk as I answered with blatant honesty. “Mhm. This isn’t a massage, sensei. I’m hugging you. Let’s just say I’m finding new ways to relieve your stress.”

Her eyes narrowed, but the flush creeping up her neck told me her immunity to my charm had long worn off.

She sucked in a deep breath as I sensed her chest inflating slightly before flicking my forehead. This time, she was well and truly mad from how shameless I was, “You. I didn’t permit you to do this.”

I endured the slight stinging from the flick as I tightened my hold on her, “Then, can I hug you, sensei? You know… to relieve your stress.”

Ending that with an innocent-like tilt of my head and a wink, I watched as a vein popped up from Hayashi-sensei’s temple. But despite all that, she still didn’t push me away. Instead, she grabbed a clump of my hair before pushing my head further into her, her lavender fragrance filling my nostrils.

Moments later, I heard her sighing and clicking her tongue before saying, “… Why can I not push you away?”

I thought of responding snarkily but sensing how her body was gradually heating up, I refrained from doing so. Instead, I simply enjoyed the comfort brought by her pleasant softness.

Eventually, her hand dropped on top of my head as she gently caressed my hair.

“This is madness. I can’t… indulge you like this, Onoda-kun.” She continued. And yet, I remained motionless, only breathing in her calming fragrance while ensuring I wasn’t pushing things further.

I don’t know how long I can keep this up. It’s up to Hayashi-sensei, I guess?