Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 14

Aiko

Overwhelming pleasure.

No. To call it pleasure was far too mild; it was a torrential surge of stimulation that raged through her body with sheer violence.

"Ahiii!!"

A dull, heavy impact jolted her internal organs, making her feel as though her body was about to fall apart. The beautiful girl clung tightly to the man looming over her. The relentless thrusting made her terrifyed, giving her the illusion that the weapon of flesh currently invading her vagina would poke straight out of her mouth and impale her.

"Hiiiiii!! Ahhhggguuuu!!"

However, a moment later, a delayed current of pleasure raced up her spinal cord, boiling every cell in her body and scorching her brain blank. Her innermost depths had been pounded like this over and over for a while now, her cervix—which had lowered in search of his seed—was ruthlessly rubbed, forcing the body that had lost its virginity just yesterday to learn the joys of sex.

"Ihiiii!! Kuuuuu!!"

While tightly clamping down on the massive, throbbing erection inside her womb, Aiko Kawashima drowned in an ecstasy whose count she had long lost. The muscles she had forged through tennis contracted, delivering unbearable bliss to both the invader and herself.

"Ahhh..."

Having climaxed violently and lost all her bodily energy, Aiko finally relaxed from the peak of her orgasm, turning completely limp. However, the afterglow still lingered vividly in her 17-year-old body, causing her to spasm and twitch occasionally from its sheer intensity.

The massive penis inserted into her womb did not erupt despite the beautiful girl's intense clamping; instead, it remained there as if it owned the place, forcing apart the narrow vaginal walls. Even though the sun-tanned, naked girl was gasping for breath, the man paid no heed and ruthlessly resumed his powerful thrusting.

"Noo... again... please, please forgive me..."

Dreading the thought of being jolted by that overly intense, agonizing pleasure once more, Aiko shook her head from side to side in refusal. Yet, the melting sweetness of her arousal corrupted her body, burning greedily in anticipation of the next ecstasy.

"Ahaaaaaa!! Hooooooo!!"

Her unreasonably stretched mucous membranes were rubbed over and over by the massive ridge of flesh. No matter how thoroughly lubricated she was, an object of such superhuman size was nothing short of a spear, a weapon of flesh. However, after just a single day of intercourse, her body had been rewritten to convert even such intense stimuli into irresistible pleasure. To be precise, ever since she first bathed in her teacher's fluids inside her womb yesterday, her body seemed to have spiraled out of control.

(Again... it feels so good again... I can't take it...)

Once more, a massive wave of pleasure washed over her entire body, eventually turning into a giant whirlpool. As she was violated at the man's whim, the high school girl found herself unable to escape from the rapture.

"...Ahhh... it feels so good..."

Opening her sweaty eyelids slightly, she saw the silhouette of the man's face against the backlight. Although she couldn't make out the details clearly, it was supposed to be someone she knew.

Straining her blurred vision, she tried to confirm the face of the man who was powerfully violating her and leading her to pleasure. However, the violent, piston-like movements shook her body up and down rhythmically, and above all, her mind was so melted by pleasure that she couldn't focus.

(...W-who... who is it...)

She tried to identify the face of the man looming over her and shifting his hips fiercely, but the crucial part remained hopelessly blurred. While writhing in mounting pleasure, she summoned every ounce of her willpower to see his face.

Then, suddenly, the image snapped into focus, and a single face surfaced.

"Hiiiiii!! Nooooooo!"

At that exact moment, the pleasure inside her body swelled even further, and everything went white before her eyes. Letting out a throat-tearing scream, she suddenly bolted upright in bed, left in a daze.

(...A-a dream...?)

A few seconds later, she confirmed that she was in her own room, sleeping on her bed until just a moment ago. The girlie, pink-themed designs of her sheets and covers assured her that this was undoubtedly her familiar sanctuary, allowing her to finally sigh in relief from the shock of the vision she had just seen.

(Ahhh... but, but...)

Even so, what an incredibly realistic dream it had been.

She still felt a lingering sensation of an foreign object, as if the man's powerful stiffness was still impaling her womb. The touch of the man remained on her lips and tongue that had been sucked, and on her swelling breasts that had been toyed with. Above all, she had been thrust to the peak of ecstasy over and over just now, leaving a tingling residue of pleasure right down to her fingertips.

As her thoughts traced back that far, she finally remembered.

(...That's right... yesterday, I... I had sex with Mr. Mido...)

She froze in horror as she recalled it.

He was by no means a man she liked. In fact, if anything, he was the type she disliked. Dark, timid, seemingly incapable of sports, he was always glaring with murky, lustful eyes at the tennis club members' hips and chests.

(And yet... I gave him my virginity...)

It wasn't that she had a specific boy she liked, but she had vaguely dreamed with an innocent heart of one day giving herself to a handsome and kind boyfriend. Yet yesterday, she had gone to the science preparation room exactly as ordered, suddenly became aroused by the science teacher for reasons she couldn't comprehend, and offered up her virginity of her own accord.

Although she remembered the intense pain and terror of the moment she lost her virginity, even that seemed to have been washed away by the subsequent body-and-mind-melting pleasure. The science teacher was surprisingly tireless, thoroughly playing with her body until evening as she writhed in extreme ecstasy.

(Ahhh... how could this happen...)

Even now, her body felt flush with heat, and her sensitive parts throbbed with congestion. In the wet dream she had just experienced, her uninhibited self had craved pleasure even more intensely than the night before.

"Ahfuuu!"

Just moving her body caused her perked nipples to brush against her pajamas, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure racing through her entire body. Hesitantly slipping her hand inside her pants to grope inside her underwear, she found the area completely drenched and slimy with an abundance of fluid.

(Nooo... how embarrassing...)

When she touched her clitoris, the engorged and swollen organ provided an unbelievable amount of pleasure. It was so many times more intense than when she usually masturbated that sparks practically flew before her eyes.

"Ahhh... it feels so good... it feels so good..."

Twiddling her nipple with one hand, she pursued the pleasure with practiced movements.

"Ah! I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum!!"

Raising a sharp cry, she indulged in it as her body convulsed and twitched. In the crisp morning air, the healthy 17-year-old beautiful girl awakened to dark desires and drowned in them. Her face was no longer the innocent one from yesterday; it was greedy, lewd, and scandalous—yet utterly beautiful.

"Morning!"

"Morning, Ai-chan!"

"...Ah... mmm... Morning..."

As she entered the Classroom of Year 2, Class 1, several of her close friends called out to her. It was supposed to be the same daily routine as always, but to Aiko today, everything looked entirely different. It was a bizarre sensation, as if a completely different colored lens had suddenly been placed before her eyes.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

A clubmate from the tennis team and her closest female friend noticed her demeanor and spoke to her with a slightly worried look. After all, Aiko was always smiling, bright, and lively—a textbook cheerful girl who loved sports—so no one had ever seen her looking so dispirited in the morning.

"...N-nothing, just a little tired..."

"Hmm..."

Sensing her vague response, her best friend thought for a moment before abruptly coming up with her own conclusion.

"Ah! I get it! I know... it's about yesterday, right?"

Hearing that, Aiko's heart leapt. For a split second, she thought what happened in the science preparation room had been exposed. Her heart shrank with dread as she awaited the next words. But it was a false alarm.

"I mean, it really is a shock... Aiko, you always said you liked Usamin, didn't you?"

Her dark-skinned friend with a pimply face confidently decided on the reason for Aiko's depression. Yesterday, the vice principal had an accident, and an ambulance had to be called, causing the club activities to be canceled at that point. Thus, Aiko's disappearance after mentioning she was going to the nurse's office hadn't drawn any attention.

Seeing Aiko remain silent, her friend assumed she was just feeling shy and kept rattling on self-indulgently.

"So, like... I heard Usamin got hospitalized... Apparently, he really needs surgery... I wonder how many days it'll take?"

Such words slipped right past Aiko's ears like meaningless noise. She understood the words semantically, but she herself was slightly surprised by how utterly devoid of interest or concern she was.

It was true she had admired Usami, but looking back now, she hadn't actually liked him all that much. She felt bad that he got hurt, but it was just a standard level of pity, nothing particularly deeply concerning—it didn't exceed the general concern one has for an acquaintance.

After all, something that made everything else trivial had happened to her own body yesterday.

"Hey, hey... let's go visit him in the hospital next time..."

"...U-uh, yeah... sounds good..."

"Then let's do that... Let's keep it a secret from everyone and slip away to go!"

Her best friend showed her usual, carefree smile. Aiko smiled back to match her, but her smile was no longer purely innocent; it was tainted by the poison of the incubus, gradually twisting into something else.

Third period. Biology class.

She had known all along that the time to face that teacher would come. Despite that, Aiko's heart had been pounding furiously for a while now.

The man who stole her virginity. The man who kept violating her until night. And the man who, without a shred of hesitation, released his seed into her womb over and over.

A despicable, predatory teacher who raped an unwilling high school girl.

No, that wasn't it. True, she had resisted at times, but she was the one who visited the room first and begged him to hold her, and halfway through, she herself had actively craved the pleasure. Every time she was jolted by ecstasy, she cried out, swung her hips, and sucked his mouth, exchanging passion like lovers.

As she blushed in isolation recalling the situation, the teacher suddenly walked into the classroom. At first glance, he looked no different than usual, but somehow she felt a different kind of dignity or aura emanating from his body—perhaps because she had witnessed his superhuman tennis play firsthand yesterday.

"Hey, hey... Doesn't Bidocchi look kind of confident today?"

Her best friend sitting next to her whispered. The atmosphere permeating the entire classroom made it clear that she wasn't the only one who felt he was different. After all, word about yesterday had spread to everyone, and everyone was paying attention to the science teacher who had displayed such superhuman play.

When just until a few days ago, nobody gave him a second thought.

"Well then, let's begin the lesson."

However, the teacher in question merely carried a different vibe; his tone and attitude remained identical to his usual self. The students, who were quiet at first, gradually began to whisper among themselves.

Yet, less than five minutes into the class, the teacher stopped speaking altogether. Standing silently at the front, he stared intensely, scanning the students in the classroom from corner to corner.

As he did, the students who had been chatting quietly in their usual manner gasped and abruptly ceased their idle talk.

Without saying a word, the science teacher simply stared at the female students in the classroom. One minute, then two minutes passed without him uttering a word, merely looking at them as if evaluating them. Amidst the delicate tension of that interval, the students didn't utter a single word, holding their breath as they anticipated the teacher's reaction.

After about three minutes had passed, he resumed the lesson just as abruptly as he had stopped it. It was the same way of talking, the same delivery as always.

But it was the students who had changed.

Having been stared at straight in the face for three whole minutes, some grew tense, some stiffened, and some even trembled with fear. The teacher hadn't spoken a single word, nor had he shown an angry expression. He had simply, silently scanned the classroom. Just by doing that, a completely different atmosphere flowed through the room, and no one dared to open their mouth again.

In such a classroom, there was only one girl who was in a state entirely unrelated to fear or tension.

It was Aiko.

(Ahhh... again... my body is getting hot again...)

The moment Kenichi Mido, the science teacher, entered the classroom, the sight of his face assaulted her with the exact same lust as yesterday. In fact, now that her body had learned the pleasure of the flesh, her desire today could be said to be even deeper.

(...No... I can't take it... Sensei...)

While Kenichi silently scanned the classroom, she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from his face. And every time their eyes met and their gazes locked in midair, a dark desire welling up from the depths of her body erupted. The 17-year-old body she had pacified so thoroughly with masturbation before coming to school began to melt with desire once more.

No matter how many times she thought about it, she definitely didn't like him. He possessed an appearance completely detached from her preferences; who would ever harbor feelings for a gloomy, dark man like him, herself included? Yet, towards this plain, middle-aged science teacher, she was undeniably harboring an intense, raging sexual urge right now.

(Ahhh... again... I want to do it again!!)

Recalling the events of yesterday evening in the science preparation room and her wet dream from last night, her entire body craved that pleasure once more. Like a drug addict, she gradually became unable to think about anything else.

Her nipples inside her cute bra cups stiffened and perked up, transmitting a painful, aching throbbing as they brushed against the fabric. When she restlessly moved her legs clad in black socks, her crotch rubbed subtly, and a stimulation so sharp it almost made her gasp scorched her brain. The underwear she was wearing was surely already slimy and drenched with overflowing nectar.

The beautiful girl who had fallen to the magical power of the incubus spent the quiet biology class panting with hot breaths, desperately straining to suppress her moans of ecstasy.

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