Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 43

 English Teacher

(A week has finally come to an end...)

The last club member announced the end of club activities, bringing the day's—and the week's—work to a close. With a deep sigh, Junko Yoshikawa tidied up the documents on her desk, preparing to head home. Since she finally had a day off tomorrow, the sense of liberation was greater than usual. 

(Maybe I'll go to a spa for a change...)

Feeling the fatigue accumulated in every joint of her body, she felt heavy all over. As she had only learned after becoming one, being a high school teacher was far more demanding than she had ever imagined. 

(Oh...)

As she sorted through a few papers, something black appeared. It was a familiar black vinyl binder—a circular notice used for communications among the faculty. The only ones who hadn't checked it off yet were Junko and Kenichi Mido, the science teacher. After glancing through the circular, Junko marked her check. 

(Is the deadline today?)

She initially thought of passing it to Kenichi next Monday, but glancing at the nameplate to confirm he was still on campus, she changed her mind and decided to deliver it herself. Normally, she would never go out of her way to do such a thing, but for some reason, she felt like making the trip today. Perhaps this, too, was due to the liberated feeling of tomorrow being a day off. Swishing her curvaceous hips wrapped in a beige tight skirt, Junko headed toward the stairs. Naturally, she had no inkling that this action would change her life.

When she reached the 5th floor, she walked straight toward the science preparation room. As usual, the 5th-floor hallway was deserted, evoking an eerie feeling no matter how many times she visited. Speaking of eerie, it brought to mind the gloomy face of the science teacher she was about to meet. 

(He's gloomy, you can't tell what he's thinking, and besides, he sometimes stares right at me...)

Of course, Junko had long since seen right through the burning feelings Kenichi harbored for her, but she felt not a shred of happiness—only annoyance. Having dated numerous men and experienced them by the thousands, Kenichi's type was the one she disliked the most. Just looking at his voice or gestures made her stomach turn.

The dark hallway was surprisingly long. With every step, the surrounding darkness seemed to cling to her. It should have been lit the same as the school's other hallways, yet why was the darkness so dense here? As she approached the prep room, she suddenly grew tense, and knocking somewhat roughly on the door as if to punish herself for her anxiety, she heard: "It's open."

When Junko opened the door and stepped inside, Kenichi stood there in a worn-out suit, wearing an unexpectedly broad smile. 

"Ah, Yoshikawa-sensei. Come in. It's rare to see you in a place like this." Usually speaking in a low, gloomy tone, Kenichi addressed her in a surprisingly bright and loud voice. Though momentarily taken aback, Junko—deciding that lingering was unnecessary—spoke her business in a hurried tone and placed the circular on the desk. 

"Well then, I'll be going."

Feeling an inexplicable premonition, Junko tried to leave hurriedly. 

"Now, don't be like that... I've just brewed some coffee. Would you like to have some together?" 

"No thank you. I'm not fond of coffee." Glaring coldly from behind her metal-framed glasses, Junko shot that down sharply and turned to leave, but Kenichi pressed on. 

"You don't like coffee...? But that's strange. The other day, when I saw you in Asakamachi, it was near a cafe famous for brewing delicious coffee, wasn't it?" He grinned like a demon.

Realizing what that smile implied, Junko experienced a freezing sensation right where she stood. The coffee shop next to the love hotel where she always secretly met Usami was indeed well-known as a haunt for coffee connoisseurs. 

"W-What are you talking about?" 

"Well, I thought I saw Usami-sensei around there too, but perhaps I was mistaken..."

Though completely flustered, Junko desperately tried to keep up appearances. After all, they hadn't been caught in the act of an affair, and there should be no direct evidence whatsoever. 

"It has nothing to do with me. And I have no idea what you're talking about..." 

Saying this, she turned back to look at Kenichi's face, and for some reason, Junko suddenly felt terrified. Kenichi's face and voice were smiling brightly, but his eyes were cool and calculating, observing her reaction. Perhaps because of the dimly lit room, his pupils seemed to glow red. 

"If you weren't going for coffee, then what on earth were you doing there...?"

Seeing the smiling eyes of Kenichi continuing on, Junko became certain: this man knew the secret between the two of them. 

"So... what are you trying to say with that?" 

Thinking this, her courage steadied, and Junko glared at Kenichi with hard eyes. Her naturally strong-willed personality resurfaced, and she retorted in a sharp tone. 

"Even if it were true, what business is it of yours, Sensei? It shouldn't be causing you any trouble!"

Kenichi smirked as he watched Junko bristle, her slender eyes burning with anger. Junko was infuriated by his expression. 

"Hey! Why are you laughing?! You usually look at me with lewd eyes anyway! I despise gloomy, socially inept people like you—" 

Before she could finish, Junko was drawn in, captivated by those red eyes. She tried to speak, but no words came out, her gaze pulled in by a magnetic force radiating from Kenichi's stare. From an outsider's perspective, the slender eyes behind Junko's metal-framed glasses would have looked completely unfocused.

"People like me... what about them?" 

"Eh? ...U-Um..." 

Her thoughts dismantled, Junko panicked as words failed her. However, she gradually felt anger fading from her body, replaced by the budding of something entirely different. 

"Th-This is..."

An emotion welled up from the depths of her body. No matter how much her rationality denied it, any mature woman would clearly recognize it. What Junko was feeling right now was unmistakable sexual desire and physical lust. To her horror, she was feeling lust toward the man she despised to her dying breath. 

"C-Could this be... No..."

Seeing Junko's terrified, backing-away face, the incubus burned with intense lust. Responding in kind, his red tentacles twitched and trembled. Looking repulsive and translucent, they wrapped more and more tightly around the female teacher he had long targeted, as if possessed by their owner's dark obsessions. 

(W-What... What is happening? Ahhh... This is strange... Absolutely strange...)

Though invisible to Junko, a blue aura emanated from her body. It flickered as if struggling while entangled by the red tentacles, gradually shifting to a toxic reddish-purple.

 (I'll make you melt completely by arousing you bit by bit...)

Even while retaining her reason and loathing herself, it was amusing to watch her succumb to her inner lust. Now able to control his tentacles at will, the incubus watched the beauty he had yearned for over the years with glowing red eyes, smiling. This moment had finally arrived. 

"Now, come over here." 

"No! Don't touch me, no!"

When Kenichi stepped forward and took Junko's hand, she resisted fiercely with her words, but her body could do nothing. Betraying the alarm-sounding commands of her cerebrum, her inflamed body began to ache, craving hot stimulation. With a strong pull, Junko's body was drawn snugly into Kenichi's arms. From her body came the scent of an aroused female, one that could not be masked by expensive eau de toilette. 

"Yoshikawa-sensei, you really do look much fuller under your clothes than you seem." 

"Eep!"

Whispered right in her ear, it sent a chill that gave her goosebumps all over. 

"Nooo... Don't touch me..." 

Holding Junko's infinitely soft body fully in both arms, Kenichi savored with deep emotion the sensation of the longed-for Madonna whose hand he couldn't even touch until yesterday. Junko's body was fuller than it looked through her clothes, and from the collar of her white blouse rose a sweet, rich woman's scent. 

"Fufu, what's wrong? You're trembling so much..." 

"Ahhh... No..."

Junko tried desperately to escape, but independent of her willpower, her ripened body betrayed its master, growing increasingly hot and supple. Hot, energy-like streams flowed in from the places where Kenichi's hands rested, and the simmering embers of lust deep inside her body began to spread and burn, centering around her lower abdomen. Her entire body's senses heightened; every slight movement of Kenichi's fingers sent a thudding sensation through her womb, raising goosebumps on her white skin. 

(E-Even if it's been a while since I've been with someone... T-This is...)

Sweating profusely all over her body, Junko struggled to maintain her reason, which was on the verge of being swept away by pleasure amidst the shock of her rapid bodily changes. With a faint smile, Kenichi brought his face close to Junko's neck, blowing hot breath behind her white pearl-adorned earlobe. 

"Ah..."

Aroused by just that little bit, Junko's lips quivered as she let out a hot breath while gasping. When he playfully licked the spot, she let out a tiny shriek and closed her eyes. The fingers gripping Kenichi's arms turned white. 

"Fufu, sweating in a place like this..." 

Beads of sweat appeared on Junko's white neck. 

"I'll lick it away for you, Yoshikawa-sensei." 

"Nooo!"

Latching onto the slender, sweat-slicked white of Junko's neck, Kenichi sucked on it with a chu. Junko's skin seemed delicate, and a dark red hickey immediately formed clearly—like the mark of a new owner. 

"Don't... Don't suck on a place like that..." 

Already in a state where her emotions had melted away, having sensitive parts of her body stimulated caused Junko to let out a sweet voice. Her body, fully ripened and frustrated after several weeks without a man, melted down like wax exposed to fire. 

(Incredible... This is the best...)

Kenichi, too, was immensely excited by the vulnerability of the beautiful school Madonna he had yearned for over many years. The supreme woman he had finally, finally, finally managed to obtain. A body he had ravaged in his dreams night after night. Yet the reality of it was many times more wonderful than any dream. 

(This body is irresistible...)

Her 27-year-old body, having experienced a wealth of sexual encounters, was soft everywhere, plump, and at the absolute peak of ripeness—ready to be plucked. While unripe green fruits like Natsuki and Aiko were tasty, a body dripping with fruit juice like a tropical fruit made his mouth water with saliva.

Inside his trousers, blood gathered in his lengthy organ, throbbing heavily. From it spread a dark wave, thanks to which he could precisely grasp Junko's weak points. Moreover, his perception expanded 360 degrees like radar; if anyone approached, he would know instantly. 

"Nooo... Stop..."

Latching onto the other side of her neck, Kenichi tasted the sweet female teacher's sweat while leaving another hickey there. Even so, Junko offered no particular resistance, simply closing her eyes and letting him do as he pleased. To an outsider, they would have looked like an intensely passionate couple—save for Junko's white, tightly clenched fingers.

Turning Junko's body around inside his arms, Kenichi pulled her hips close with one hand while sweeping up her chestnut-curled hair and sucking on the back of her white nape from behind. "Eeeiip!" With just that, Junko shook her entire body with a shudder, struck by a mild orgasm. The nape of her neck was one of Junko's most sensitive spots; being kissed there while being cornered from behind squeezed her honey pot and drove her helplessly to climax. "Fufu, so this is your weak spot, Yoshikawa-sensei..."

As he sucked and lightly nibbled, the English teacher closed her slender eyes and shook her body tremblingly. "Ah, stop... please..." Though autumn had deepened and it was cold enough to be chilly at night, Junko was drenched in sweat all over. 

(Why... Why is he so skilled at this?)

Every single caress was surprisingly skillful, pinpointing her weak spots with unbelievable precision. Junko had dated men who could be called gigolos, but this was fundamentally different from the likes of them. 

"Ah!"

Clinging tightly to her like a shadow from behind, Kenichi pressed his fully erect, rigid arousal firmly against Junko's hips. Feeling the man's hot breath through her beige tight skirt, Junko let out a cry at the sensation pressing against the cleft of her buttocks. Yet, pinned in place, she could only stay still and motionless. 

"How is this compared to the vice-principal? Hm?" 

"Eep!"

So this man really did know about them! With her last 1 percent of hope crushed, she sank into a desperate mood. Yet there was no way to stop her body from rebelling against her reason and emotional control, burning up uncontrollably. Her nipples hardened and grew damp inside her bra cups, and the lewd flower between her thighs parted wide, dripping hot nectar. 

(Help me, Usami-sensei...)

Calling out the name of her affair partner—who was likely spending time with his family right now—the beautiful female teacher wept from behind her metal-framed glasses.

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