Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 9

After Ms. Honma slumped down and finally caught her breath, she told me, "Yu-kun, you're the best... I'm so happy." It was only then that I realized I had completely forgotten about Mayumi-san.

"You're quite the playboy now, aren't you, Yu-kun?"

Hearing her say that left me with a bit of a complicated feeling.

God, she called me a "playboy."

I was so shocked by the label that I went to my afternoon classes with a complete fog in my head. Even though I had just gone at it so much, my lower half was still far too energetic; if I let my guard down for even a second, I’d get an immediate erection. It wasn't just Mayumi-san or Ms. Honma—even looking at the other female teachers on the platform or my classmates sitting around me triggered unstoppable sexual fantasies.

I’m starting to hate myself.

Take Ms. Mori, who’s standing right in front of me now. No matter how I look at her, she’s the spitting image of my favorite actress, Yulia. I’d always thought they looked alike, but today the resemblance is uncanny. She has that half-Caucasian look, and even though she’s petite, you can tell she’s incredibly busty even through her suit. I remember once asking an AI to describe Yulia’s face:

"The oval contour of her face carries a suppleness rather than sharpness, casting mature shadows depending on the angle of the light. Her almond-shaped eyes are cool, as if quietly peering into the depths of one's soul. Coexisting strength and serenity dwell in her gaze, speaking of her presence before a single word is uttered. Her eyebrows are well-groomed, tightening her expression with efficient lines. The bridge of her nose is straight, making her profile exceptionally beautiful. Her lips are neither too thick nor too thin, taking on a sensual air at a moment's notice. When she smiles, they are soft; when silent, they cast a somewhat defiant shadow."

And right now, those almond-shaped eyes are glaring at me.

"Were you late? You seem to be in quite poor physical condition."

She’s probably just worried about me, but the more she stares at me, the more my crotch bulges. I wish she’d give me a break.

"If you start feeling sick, I'll 'let it out' for you right away, so tell me immediately."

With that, Ms. Mori turned and went back to the platform.

By "let it out," she meant "let me out of the classroom," right? But for a split second when our eyes met, there was no doubt she was staring intently at my crotch. Does she know?

Ahhh... I started remembering a teacher-themed gang-rape video starring Yulia, and the fantasy wouldn't stop. It was a story where she gets harassed by delinquents on the teacher's platform, her suit is stripped off, she’s forced into multiple oral acts until her face is covered in semen, her underwear is torn away, and she’s double-penetrated repeatedly right on the teaching desk. I think the title was something ridiculous like Busty Teacher Gang-Rape: Infinite Creampie Buffet.

Those marshmallow-soft breasts were swinging like crazy... If Ms. Mori bounced around on that platform, would hers jiggle like that, too? Are her areolas big and pink like Yulia’s? I want to touch them, I want to see them... and I want her to lick me. I want to imagine her in that prim suit, kneeling before me while I command her to "Lick it," and then having my first ejaculation of the day right inside those enchanting lips... Wait, this is no time for fantasies!

Anyway, between losing my virginity to Mayumi-san this morning and somehow being "eaten" by Ms. Honma, this day has been far too lucky. I’m starting to wonder what kind of misfortune is coming for me next. Is today going to be the day I die? Will I get in an accident on the way home or trip down the stairs? Even as I thought that, I couldn't take my eyes off Ms. Mori.

They really do look alike... I kept thinking that until the bell rang.

I felt disappointed in myself, wondering what on earth I was doing today. Dad, Stepmother... you trusted me enough to let me live alone, and I’m sorry I’m such a pathetic son. Just as I was sinking into depression, Aoi, who sits to my front-left, spoke to me.

"Living alone is tough, isn't it? In all sorts of ways."

"No... yeah, I'm okay."

This was Aoi—Aoi Yoriko. We’re classmates, and since our houses were next door to each other when we were little, we're childhood friends in a broad sense.

"Listen, my mom said she wants you to come over for dinner tonight, Yu-kun."

"Your mom?"

"Yeah. She said she's worried since you just started living on your own."

Come to think of it, back when we lived next door, she used to feed me all the time. It brings back memories. We’d grown distant since they moved to the next town, but I’d like to see her again.

Her mom was a beauty, too, but Aoi has grown up to be a beautiful girl just like her. Her chest is big, too... No, no! I have to stop trapping every single woman I see in these sexual fantasies.

"Let's walk home together after school, okay?"

With that, she walked away.

To be honest, after everything that happened this morning, I was a little scared to go back to my empty house, so this felt like a bit of a lifesaver.

Still, it feels like Aoi’s breasts have gotten even bigger than her mother's. I have a childhood memory of being moved by the sight of her mom in the bath—Ah, so this is what a woman looks like. I started to wonder if Aoi looked like that now, but I hurriedly cut the thought off.

I’m seriously in too much of a rut.

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