Stealing Spree

Hayashi-sensei’s hand lingered in my hair as her fingers continued to thread gently and almost absentmindedly. It was as if she were caught between scolding me and letting herself melt into the moment.

Her fragrance was intoxicating enough that I could probably stay like this with her until the bell rings. Not to mention the softness of her chest as my head gradually gets buried in it.

With her blouse parted slightly because of the loosening of her buttons, my lips accidentally grazed the exposed skin just below her collarbone and my cheek rubbed against the slightly rough texture of her bra. It was quite thick. Possibly to maintain her breasts’ form and prevent them from being too loose in her blouse.

The contact was fleeting, but it sent a subtle shiver through her. Her fingers paused in my hair for a split second before resuming their gentle caress. Not pulling me away but not quite encouraging me either, like she was caught in a tug-of-war between propriety and something else entirely.

“You… brat. You’re really pushing it now.” Hayashi-sensei murmured in a hushed tone as if she were afraid that someone else would hear her, even though we were alone in the room.

I tilted my head just enough to catch her gaze. Her eyes were half-lidded as she met my gaze. The flush on her neck had already crept higher, staining her cheeks. Furthermore, her lips parted slightly as she tried to maintain her authoritative facade.

“Sorry, sensei,” I said, keeping my tone light but sincere, my lips curling into a small, teasing smile. “Got a bit too comfortable. Your fault for being so… huggable.”

Her eyes narrowed, but the way she caressed my head betrayed her attempt at sternness. She let out a soft huff, her chest rising and falling against me. “Shameless. Utterly shameless. I should have you suspended for this.”

“Suspended?” I chuckled, letting my hands press on her lower back, careful not to push further unless she gave me a signal. “For giving my favorite teacher a stress-relieving hug? That’s harsh, even for you.”

Her lips twitched as she flicked my forehead again, lighter this time and almost playful. “Don’t test me, Onoda-kun. And you’re not my student. You’re skating on thin ice.”

“This… this is highly inappropriate. You know that, don’t you?” She continued.

“Inappropriate? Maybe. Do you want me to stop, sensei? You know I can only be audacious at first but… if you’re truly against this, I will always respect your boundaries.”

Her lips parted, a retort ready, but it died on her tongue as her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. She clicked her tongue again, a familiar tic when she was flustered. After that, her hand tightened slightly in my hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me she was still the one in charge. Or at least, she wanted to believe she was.

When she opened her mouth again, her voice was quieter, almost hesitant, like she was grappling with her own resolve. “You’re impossible, Onoda-kun. You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, sensei. But I’m not doing anything you don’t want. Or maybe I was being a little pushy. But like I said, I wouldn’t be this bold if you just say no sternly.”

Hayashi-sensei’s eyes flickered with a hint of exasperation, like she was caught off guard by her own lack of resistance. Her fingers resumed their gentle threading through my hair, and I could feel her body relax and warm up further, her earlier stiffness melting away under the weight of the moment.

“You’re too bold for your own good,” She muttered in a volume that she was speaking more to herself than to me. “This… can’t become a habit, you understand? I’m your school’s director, your mother’s friend and not one of your… girls.”

So, she’s now friendly with my mother? I guess one night of drinking was enough for that. I wonder how it went back then? Did my mother scold her for not giving up chasing after my father? In any case, since she decided to give up, that somehow became the beginning of our deeper connection.

I couldn’t help seeing her so gloomy, after all.

I chuckled softly, keeping my tone light to avoid pushing her too far. “I know, sensei. You’re Hayashi-sensei, the untouchable queen of this school, the mysterious school nurse that every student dreamed of encountering. I’m just the shameless brat who’s lucky enough to get away with this… for now.”

Her lips twitched into that reluctant half-smirk again, and she shook her head, her hand still resting on my head.

“For now,” She echoed my words. “Don’t think this means you’ve won, Onoda-kun. I’m still in charge here.”

“We’re not fighting, are we?” I teasingly replied, letting my hands slide up her back just a fraction, keeping the touch gentle and respectful. “But you’ve gotta admit, this is a pretty good way to relieve stress, right? Should I… be a little bolder?”

Upon saying that, I lowered my head again, my lips clasping around the top of her bra, at the spot I guessed where her nipple was hiding beneath the fabric.

I kept my movements slow, giving her every chance to pull back or stop me if she wanted to but she didn’t. She allowed me this much.

Although her bra was thick, I easily managed to isolate the sensitive peak beneath. It was becoming stiffer by the second.

Hayashi-sensei couldn’t help but gasp, a sharp intake that echoed in the quiet office, and her fingers tightened in my hair, not pulling me away but anchoring herself as if to steady the sudden rush of sensation.

“Onoda-kun…” Her voice was a strained whisper, laced with a mix of warning and something softer, something that betrayed the conflict brewing inside her.

Her body tensed, but she still didn’t push me away. Her chest started rising and falling more noticeably now as the rhythm of her breathing betrayed her attempt to stay composed.

This was probably all new to her. Am I taking advantage of her? That’s what I’m afraid of. But one look at her face and the way her body heats up tells me a lot of what I need to know.

Hayashi-sensei… She wants this. Or rather, she’s not against me being this audacious.

I added a tongue and gradually tightened my lips around the sensitive spot, feeling the subtle shift in her body as she reacted.

My tongue traced a circle, teasing the sensitive nipple beneath her bra, amplifying the new sensation for her.

Hayashi-sensei’s grip on my hair tightened further as a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips before she caught herself, biting her lip to stifle any more sounds.

“Shameless… utterly shameless,” She breathlessly murmured with her voice trembling with a mix of indignation and something dangerously close to surrender. Her body shivered from the sensation, as if her resolve was fraying at the edges.

At this point, her glasses were already fogged up from how hot she was feeling at the moment.

After giving the other side the same treatment, my hands moved up her back, unhooking her bra over her blouse. Given my experience, it didn’t prove to be a challenge to me.

Hayashi-sensei’s eyes slightly widened upon sensing what I did. However, she only stared at me, waiting for what I was about to do next.

“Sensei,” I said before continuing, “Stop me if it’s too much, alright?”