Chapter 89 Shirogane Aqua-sensei, the Cool First-Year
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
For one reason or another, I ended up conducting health checkups for the first-year students. I called in the second student.
”Next person, please.”
”Yes.”
After Hisui-chan, Oto-san entered the Magic Infirmary. Ah, I see—they’re coming in student ID order. I made a triumphant fist under the desk.
”Alright, could you take off your clothes? Just to be thorough.”
”…Understood.”
Oto-san hesitated but slowly removed her clothes. Hmm… plain black underwear, no lace or ribbons. But the fabric looks soft, and the edges are fluffy like clouds—cute.
”Underwear too…?”
”Of course. I need to check everything properly.”
I kept my tone gentle but serious. Oto-san, looking uncertain, unhooked her bra, revealing modest breasts that immediately caught my attention. Nice. Small but shapely, with a beautifully rounded form. I spun my chair and opened Emily’s digital medical file.
”Ah, it looks like Oto-san hasn’t had the N**ple Sensitivity Test yet.”
”W-What’s that?”
Even the usually cool Oto-san looked slightly flustered. I kept a straight face and naturally reached for her N**ple.
”Hyaa!”
Oto-san gasped as I touched her. Staying calm is my style. I projected seriousness to reassure her.
”Your N**ples are quite sensitive. Do you stimulate them regularly?”
She shook her head. Emily noted aloud, “No Breast stimulation experience,” and typed it into the file. Typical Emily—she understands what’s important.
”Now, let’s examine your breasts.”
”Y-Yes…”
I gently cupped Oto-san’s breasts, kneading them softly. Small but soft, with great potential.
”Do you practice breast care, Oto-san?”
”N-No, I don’t…”
No breast care?! I feigned shock and stood up abruptly.
”That won’t do. Oto-san, starting today, we’ll work on your breast maintenance together. Come here daily after school!”
”O-Okay…”
Perfect. Now I can shape Oto-san’s breasts to my liking. After all, I’m a pro gamer in breast-training games for BERYL GAMINGS. Leave it to me, Shirogane Aqua.
”First, to stimulate maternal instincts, I’ll suckle your breasts. Sit on the bed.”
”…Got it.”
Oto-san’s cold gaze pierced my chest. There’s something special about a cool girl’s stare.
”Now, I’ll act like a baby, and you’ll be my mom. Feed me, okay?”
In an instant, I became a baby, resting on Oto-san’s lap, and latched onto her modest N**ple. Being pampered by an older woman with large breasts is nice, but being fed by a younger girl with small breasts while she gives you a cold look is just as irresistible. I flicked my tongue over her pale, petite N**ple, then traced her areola, swirling and licking.
”…Nn.”
Noticing her expression flicker, I focused on that spot. See? What felt ticklish now feels good, right? With my other hand, I massaged her other breast, exploring her erogenous zones. The journey of this breast pioneer, Shirogane Aqua, has begun.
”…Ah.”
Even the coolest girls can’t resist pleasure once they know it. I love watching a girl’s rationality crumble as she experiences new sensations. I tweaked and pulled her N**ple.
”Mmph!”
You couldn’t hold back that sound, huh? Even if you cover your mouth, I know you’re enjoying it. As a girl’s doctor, I say this: Girls who know pleasure lie.
It’s not strange. They’re just overwhelmed by something new. So, boys, when a girl experiences pleasure for the first time, hold her gently. Whisper that it’s okay to feel good—it’s not wrong.
”Your breast sensitivity is excellent. Do you feel your N**ples hardening?”
”…Yes.”
Oto-san’s cheeks flushed slightly. Perfect timing. I released her and squeezed organic lotion onto my hand. Emily’s special blend, made from wild herbs—safe and natural. Caring for a girl’s body is a man’s duty.
”Next, I’ll apply medicine to your breasts. It’ll be cold at first, but bear with it.”
”Mmm…”
I massaged the lotion into Oto-san’s sensitized breasts. Perfect. These breasts have great potential. Small but soft and well-shaped. My breast-trainer instincts are tingling.
”Oto-san, have you ever seen a real p*nis?”
”N-No!”
She looked flustered—so cute for a first-year.
”Then let’s see mine.”
I stood, pulling down my pants and underwear. Of course, I was fully erect—a man’s duty. Oto-san froze at the sight of my throbbing veins. Why is it so exciting to show a girl your p*nis?
”I’ll use this to massage your breasts. Watch closely.”
I rubbed the underside of my p*nis between her small breasts. Ah, it feels amazing. The bony friction is satisfying—definitely better on smaller breasts. Rubbing my p*nis on flat-chested girls feels more taboo than regular paizuri. Paizuri isn’t just for big-breasted girls—it’s salvation for all breasts. Even flat-chested girls can do it. When Fi-chan and Haa-chan, both small, gave me a double paizuri, I climaxed instantly.
”Oto-san, let’s practice acting too. Emily?”
”Yes, Sensei!”
Emily handed Oto-san a script. Hmm… dialogue supervised by Victoria-sama. Nice touch. I’m excited. Oto-san read the script intently.
”Ready?”
”Yes, I’m ready.”
Her demeanor shifted instantly.
Oto-san pressed her small breasts together with both hands, grinding hard against my lower half.
”Hey, is this thing really pleasurable?” she asked.
Damn, Victoria-sama’s influence is undeniable. My spine tingled under Oto-san’s cold gaze as my c*ck swelled, thick and heavy.
”Pathetic. If this works for you, why not rub yourself against a wall?”
Her taunting—a perfect match for my hot-blooded nature—sent a jolt from my balls to my brain.
”Normally, you’d ask someone bigger for this, right? Or… are you into lolicon?”
Her contemptuous stare fueled my arousal. If this is what being a lolicon feels like, bring it on.
”Uh… still not done?”
Eager to finish, Oto-san rubbed her breasts against me, the hard chest bones and soft flesh alternating in a primal rhythm. This is the pinnacle of small breasts pleasure. As my balls boiled, I pulled back, unleashing a fierce stream of semen across her chest.
”…Too much.”
I traced both N**ples with sticky threads, wiping my tip on her breasts. Cl*max on big breasts is raw, but small ones? Pure taboo. It feels wrong—and that’s the thrill.
”Uh… was that okay?”
”Perfect. Thanks, Oto-san.”
Gratitude to Victoria-sama and Emily for the verbal assault. Oto-san’s flushed face ignited my hunger. I pushed her onto the bed.
”Might as well lose your virginity too.”
”Huh!?”
Her cool mask slipped—a raw, startled expression. No retreat now. “Future actresses need practice, right? Let me be your teacher.”
”…Y-yes.”
Guilt prickled—was I manipulating her? No. This room is for girls who’ve signed consent forms. Even “cool” girls like Oto-san know what they’re here for. Exhilarating. I pressed my c*ck against her lower belly, teasing her with depth.
”Ah…”
Bingo. Even ice queens can’t hide their imagination’s betrayal. I kissed her gently, “Let’s rehearse kissing scenes too.”
My girlfriends kiss each other, but no male actors. Call me petty—I don’t care. Some lines can’t be crossed.
”Mmm…”
Oto-san’s tongue responded eagerly. Predictable. Once you teach them pleasure, even the coldest girls surrender. Like Yui. Like Victoria-sama.
”Ah… nnh…”
I kissed her, easing my fingers inside. Her untouched tightness gripped me—narrow, textured, perfect. I prepared her carefully, preserving her hymen.
”Ah…”
”Oto-san, pill or condom?”
An actress needs options. Manners. Ayana, for instance, relies on pills to balance work and motherhood.
”…Raw is fine. No pill.”
”Raw!?“
Emily and I echoed, stunned. “I… want kids. Lots of them.”
Her shy admission left no choice. “Let’s make a team’s worth, then.”
I thrust inside—her grip vise-like, textured walls grinding my veins. Too much. I pistoned slowly, then faster, targeting her gasps.
”Ah… stop…”
Using her flushed face as fuel, I pounded harder. The ridges and grooves—unbearable. “Cl*max, Oto-san.”
”Y-yes…”
I flooded her womb, the long squelch and her embarrassed face a victory. Pregnancy s*x is supreme. “Let’s keep trying till you’re pregnant.”
”Y-yes…”
Post-coital, Oto-san dressed quietly. Her muted reaction worried me—was I bad? Emily intervened, whispering, “She’s never orgasmed before—she’s just shocked!”
Relief. Oto-san blushed, “Thank you… for the seed. Perfect timing, actually.”
”One more round.”
”Ah, Aqua-sama? Mmm…”
I captured Oto-san’s lips, expertly sliding off her underwear for an instant thrust.
”Wait—ah! Nnh…”
”Can’t wait.”
As I pounded into her, our joined bodies oozed my earlier release, slick and heavy.
”Ah! N-not so rough—again!?”
Pressing her hands against the wall, I slammed into her from behind. Doggy style amplified the ridges and textures, grinding against my most sensitive spots.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each piston stroke echoed, shattering her cool facade.
”Look at yourself in the mirror.”
Her flushed, desperate face stared back. “Ah… I look like that? Mmm… so I can make this face without acting…”
Perfect. I raked her walls with my curved tip, targeting her sweet spot. Her favorite, it seemed.
”Ah! Ah! Ah! No—I’m—I’m—”
Whispering into her ear, “Go ahead. Let go.”
”Aaah! I’m—sorry! I’m Cl*max! Let me—Nnnggghh!”
Matching her climax, I unleashed another long stream, her body arching violently. Freed, she convulsed on the bed, spent. I scooped her up, laying her gently on a fresh bed.
”Better?”
”Y-yes… Two loads… I’m definitely pregnant. Thank you.”
Her words reignited my arousal—unavoidable. After three more rounds and a shared shower, I teased, “Take care! Five sessions today—rest up!”
”Oto-san! Daily breast massages start tomorrow—don’t skip!”
Our voices boomed down the hall. Oto-san sprinted away, face flaming. Emily and I high-fived silently, channeling a classic basketball manga moment.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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