After waking up from an intense night with Sherry, I decided not to bother her this morning since yesterday was a bit too rough. I headed to Charlotte's room instead.
The girl's peaceful sleeping face was right before me—golden hair spread across the bed, her well-developed breasts straining against her pajamas, pink tender lips, long lashes, fair complexion—everything stirred the heart.
I leaned down, kissed her forehead lightly, then hugged her, whispering in her ear, "Little lazy pig, time to get up, or Daddy will have to punish you."
Charlotte's lashes fluttered, but she showed no sign of waking—I knew this little girl was pretending to sleep. Since that's the case, I wouldn't hold back. My hands climbed to her warm, jade-soft breasts, kneading gently.
"Mmh~" A soft moan escaped her lips. She finally opened her alluring purple eyes, gazing at me with a hint of charm, looking utterly adorable. Without a word, I kissed her soft lips directly.
"Mm... mmh... mm... mmh..." As soon as our lips met, my tongue slipped in, plundering her saliva, sucking her little fragrant tongue. Wet kissing sounds filled the air as my hands alternated light and heavy rubs on her chest.
"Mm..." The breast pleasure made Charlotte moan. Hearing her coquettish breaths, I kneaded her soft breasts more vigorously, fingers teasing her small nipples side to side, gulping her sweet saliva. My cock was already throbbing huge from the stimulation.
"Charlotte, your little mouth is still so sweet. A morning kiss wakes me right up." After the hot kiss, I kept one hand on her breast while slipping the other into her mouth, pinching her little tongue.
"Mm... Father... this is... so embarrassing... mmh..." Her tongue played with by me secreted plenty of saliva, wetting my fingers.
"Didn't I say it? Little lazy pigs get punished." I stroked her slick, wet tongue, teasing the soft inner walls. Once she adjusted, she started licking back, making my fingers itch yet comfortable.
"Naughty girl, I love these lewd reactions."
"Mm, it's all Father's teaching. I'm not lewd." Charlotte pouted playfully, nipping my naughty finger with her teeth, then licking the spot—truly cute and mischievous.
"Alright, first day of class—gotta hurry." I pulled my fingers from her mouth, dropped my pants, revealing my massive cock.
"Mm, no matter how many times, Father's is so big and scary." Charlotte's cheeks flushed deeper, eyes tinged with awe.
"Use your charming tits to help me out today." Her pajama top strained over her well-developed breasts—full, round, mouthwatering.
"Mm, okay, Father." Charlotte slipped off her straps, baring her pale, full breasts, pink nipples as accents. In the morning sun, she looked almost divine.
"Charlotte, your breasts are beautiful." I grabbed them, feeling the girl's wonderful texture—more elastic than a mature woman's.
"Mm... Father, aren't we in a hurry? How can I help if you keep groping?"
"Right, right. To my cute little daughter then." Reluctantly, I let go. Charlotte leaned in, clamping my big cock between her fine tits.
"Mm, too big—Father's naughty thing, my breasts can't cover it." Her words breathed hot breath on the exposed tip.
"Heh, don't worry, Charlotte. Daddy's cock adjusts—it won't hurt you." She worried her pussy might not take it.
"Anyway, it's a bad thing that ruins girls." Her scheme seen through, she pouted, pressing her breasts tighter around my shaft—the sensation indescribable.
"So soft, so warm—Charlotte baby, your tits feel amazing." She rocked her breasts up and down.
Soft, warm flesh rubbed my shaft, thick dark meat contrasting pale skin, pink nipples tracing seductive lines.
"Oh, so good—this softness, elasticity, top-tier." I pinched her bouncing nipples, sliding fingers up and down, teasing the pink grapes. If not titfucking, I'd suck them.
"Mm... Father... can't focus like this..." Charlotte puffed her cheeks, glaring wet-eyed, then sped up revengefully.
"This titfuck is addictive, and your pink nipples tempt me—Daddy'll just pinch lightly." I tugged one, feeling the springiness.
"Mm... Father... don't tease so much... nipples... feel weird... I can't take it..." Nipple play pleasured her; she twisted instinctively.
"You're too lewd, Charlotte—nipples alone get you going." Her aroused look fired me up; cock throbbed, pinching harder.
"Mm... mmh... It's Father's fault... making me like this... mmh..." She lowered her head, nipping my glans lightly.
"Oh, Charlotte's mouth—wet, tiny teeth, soft lips. Lick Daddy more." She rolled eyes, then tongued the spot.
"You lick so well—right there, Daddy's cock feels great." Wet tongue slid on glans, tip teasing my slit. With tits, double pleasure built to explosion.
"Mm... chuu... mm-chuu... Father... naughty thing... chuu-mm... Charlotte... will punish it properly... chuu..." Her mouth opened wide, enveloping my glans.
Warm wet mouth wrapped it, saliva dripping down shaft, easing tits. Sucking tightened beautifully.
"Your mouth sucks perfectly—Daddy loves you." Praised, she sucked harder, tits faster—tight friction, pussy-different bliss.
"Mm-chuu... chuu... mm... mm... Father... chuu... cock... chuu-mm... hotter now... mm-chuu..."
"Naturally—your stimulation fires me up." I sighed; virgin-trained, she was a seductive sprite.
I stopped one nipple hand, stroking her bobbing head approvingly. She squinted watery eyes happily.
"Chuu... mm-chuu... Father... mm... mm-chuu... happy... mm-chuu... good..." Suddenly, fierce suck jolted me; teeth grazed corona—pleasure surged.
"Oh, Charlotte, good daughter—I love you." Tit- and mouth-bliss neared climax; I thrust instinctively.
Familiar with me, she sensed it, peering媚紫 eyes, mumbling, "Father... mm-chuu... gonna cum... mm... hurry... chuu... shoot it all... chuu-mm... semen... for me... mm-chuu..."
"Mm, all out—for my baby daughter." Hands on head, thrusting faster. She rocked tits, sucked harder.
"Mm-mm... chuu-mm... shoot... all... mm-chuu... for me... mm... I'll... chuu... eat it all... chuu-mm..." Lewd words triggered throbs; thick semen flooded her mouth.
"Gulp, gulp." She gulped desperately, but volume bloated cheeks, some dribbling out.
"Mm-chuu, chuu-chuu—can't waste Father's semen." Swallowed, licked lips clean, then head-down for remnants on cock.
"Time left—let me make Charlotte feel good too."
"No need, Father—class soon." Blushing refusal shake.
"Can't just enjoy alone—you want it too. Daddy's skills you know—full effort, quick climax." Ignoring protest, panties off, head to pussy.
"Ah, you two finally down? Breakfast ready, or you'll be late." After tonguing her to orgasm, quick shower, down for breakfast.
"Mm, thanks, Sherry." Deep kiss; Charlotte, teased by mom, blushed deeper, scurrying to table.
Breakfast done, to academy. Field students greeted—yesterday's fight worked.
Building in, split: Sherry infirmary, Charlotte class (her uniform short-skirt, white black-trim long-sleeve top, white pantyhose legs—youthful charm over canon boy's).
To office, Chifuyu first—striking aura.
Black ponytail, sharp OL suit, black-stocking legs under desk, hand under chest emphasizing fullness, chin-propped, brow furrowed pondering.
"Morning, Teacher Orimura."
Casual reply. Desk files? My background—investigating. Hidden during faction conquests, but Tabane-smart might connect dots.
"Morning, Teacher Jian."
"Interested in me? Yesterday dazzled you into spring feelings?"
Eyebrow raise, deadpan. "Surprised yes, curious—nothing more. Not easily swayed."
"Better than nothing—more exchanges later."
Expected—tough nut.
"Speaking of, satisfy curiosity? Who are you?" Probe.
"Honestly, world-traveler from another dimension."
Disbelieving stare.
"Fine. Yesterday's show—basic qualification met?" Eye-roll; understood boyfriend qual talk. Cute girly pout.
Ignored, back to work. I sorted student files, flirting idly—time flew to class.
"Gonna teach, Orimura."
"Go, don't hinder." Waved hand—new expressions, worth it. Office out.
Hallway: golden hair, blue-white headband, long-skirt uniform black pantyhose—noble Cecilia.
"Teacher Jian, coincidence—your class next, right?" Proper smile beside me.
"Yeah, nice running into Cecilia."
Obvious wait, but gentlemanly silence.
"Hmph, honest." Hair flick, ladylike confidence.
"Of course—beauty like you brightens mood for class." Blush, heart flutter.
"Bolder than expected." Twirling spiral locks.
"Straightforward with girls I like." Chin rub, thoughtful.
"L-l-like? Joking, Teacher—class soon, bye." Pseudo-confession startled tsundere flight.
Class: girls around new Charlotte chatting. Ignored—newbie curiosity. Teacher link? Recalled earlier fluster.
"Idiot—what was that? Planned firm last night, routed shy—embarrassing." Face-slap annoyance.
"Next time, fight—can't falter." Fist clench pep-talk.
"Teacher Jian!" Girls turn.
"Wow, yesterday awesome!"
"Teacher, that move—tried, failed."
"Age? Girlfriend? Type?"
Surrounded by scents—girls' school bliss.
"Quiet, class starting—seats, no troubling Teacher." Class rep Cecilia commands.
"Uh, after class then." Disperse obediently.
"Our Cecilia rep has authority." Panicked at approach, sighed relief.
"Ahem, naturally—rep prestige." Arms under chest, proud pose.
Bell rings—lecture start.
Combat theory first half, practical second—no pure theory; prefer demonstration.
Youthful girls attentive—unique thrill. Beauties abound, esp Cecilia front, Houki back lowkey, Charlotte mid.
Winked secret at Charlotte—playful back. Teased Cecilia glances—glares "class time, focus"—but pleased micro-movements.
Half-lesson over—practical. Girls to field, tight suits—cock-stirring.
Field: post-yesterday seriousness up. Warmups—stretching beauties scenic.
Machine training: basic swings. Better sword drills warmup.
Sparring pairs: apply tips—progress gradual.
Guided hands-on, occasional touches—unarmored chest/belly cheap thrills. Girls blushed from contact teaching.
"Teacher too serious... why blushing?" Cecilia jealous peeks.
"Ha... ha... responsible good..." Charlotte wry smile—knew Dad's teach-flirt combo.
Girl reactions normal—my scent boosts initial favor, closeness urge.
Done one, to Cecilia/Charlotte duo—rep leading newbie spar.
Golden duo: long free-flow vs ponytail, breasts jiggle, cute battle cries.
"Stop—Teacher guides flaws." Watched graces, intervene.
Stopped, flushed post-exertion breaths—awaiting.
Both top-tier: Cecilia candidate, Charlotte my pupil. Eager personal tips.
To Charlotte back, close—girl sweat-fragrance, elastic ass soft in suit against me.
"Post-workout you alluring." Whispered ear (privacy), hand on bare arm—warm sweaty pale skin, "guiding."
"Father, people watching—embarrassed." Twist protest.
Twist grinds ass—throb reaction.
"Eek, Father... what now?" Detected hard-on, lip-bite worry—no embarrassing Dad publicly.
"Don't worry—Daddy controls fine. Enjoy first." Nibble earlobe discreet.
"Mm... understood, but... don't overdo—I might not hold." Wet purple glare "just little, promised."
Lewd grin, cock micro-grind ass, "guide" arms brush chest, breath hot on ear—reddening.
"Mm... mm... Father... mm... mmh..." Bit lip quiet, breaths quicken, scent intensifies.
"Your shy look cute—if not field, I'd toy everywhere." Slightly bolder, controlled.
"Father... enough... can't hold..." Legs clamp, limp against me.
"Okay, ease—won't let little Charlotte embarrass." Slowed grind. She eyed "won't stop, geez."
Sassy tone deepened flirt—longer than others.
"Teacher, me too." Cecilia waited long, intimate other-girl contact—忍不住.
"Father~" Charlotte realized overtime—warned not too long, mortified.
"Evening, proper pamper good daughter." Released limp girl post-flirt/recover, leaned sword rest.
"Next, Cecilia." Blush—worried unladylike.
"Start here—mid/long-range, but basics essential." To back, youthful curves veiled.
Tight black suit strains ass-thigh tension, sweat-girl scent inhaled—fire rages.
"Teacher? Ah." Sniff note, sudden hug/right-hand grab—yelp.
"Your talent undoubted, close weak—hands-on best like others." Prideful—good excuse or flee.
"S-so... that's it? Please teach." Initial tsundere flight nixed—self-convince "teaching, calm, lady up."
Endured, polite reply—British ladies great; cock stirring.
Pale exposed skin flushing, breaths quicker, fragrant exhales tempting taste lips/saliva.
Restrain—no rampage. "Mm, right—block Charlotte like this, sturdier counter."
"Mm, got it." Face crimson, strong arm on slim, abs to back, thigh ass friction—heart pounds.
"Bend—stable stance land war." Leg touch (unsuited part)—tremble, hand heat to heart, dent tender tight skin.
"Eek, Teacher~"
"Ignore call—here." Adjust pose, sneaky thigh pinches.
"Try swing." Hard lift thigh-gaze, wet blue eyes; hand sneaks slim waist.
"Hoo, okay... Teacher." Inner turmoil: hand on waist? Ask? If balance... impure thought.
"Hoo, swish." Swings tested—waist-felt twist caress, ass-tap soft-elastic bliss.
"Wow, Teacher—better!"
"Glad helped Cecilia classmate." Excited, overlooked intimacy—smiling up in arms, eyes captivating.
Brows, watery blues, pink lips, pretty face, pose—irresistible. Field, quick cheek peck.
"Eek, ah, t-this... Teacher... I..."
Stunned mess, instant full blush—if alone, advance; classmates block.
"Reward good Cecilia classmate."
"Rewards... not like this Teacher-student."
"Heh, none as cute as you." Tightened prevent escape.
Prior ops—cock un抑, poking pert ass through glossy suit.
"Teacher, cute...? Harassing student!"
Struggle: kiss, cute—like me? Panic shy-freeze first.
Well-developed body writhes—cock harder, pants-straining.
Odd hot rod poke-back press—bigger hotter, brow-frown. Ask poke-thing? Sudden stiffen realization.
"T-t-tea... Teacher, that... poking back... not... that, right...?"
Stutter pure virgin confirm.
"Mm, probably what you guessed." School bio not wasted—no airhead.
"W-what... really?!" Confirmed fury-stomp—overstim for now. Public no escalate; soothe.
"Your allure irresistible—Teacher can't help." Hair stroke right, slow belly left calm.
"Mm, not my fault—your self-control weak. How marry now?"
Stroking worked—less agitated, red-face teary pout.
"Rest assured, little slave responsible."
"Slave?" Recall bet—but planned other; auto-slave?
"No, haven't said slave request!"
"But pre-bet you said—British lady breaks word?"
"Mm... slave responsible master? Lusting owner absurd."
Noble bind speechless—swallow; lady word sacred. Cry~
"Slave offers body—how without desire? Little master Cecilia."
Proof-thrust ass.
"Wah wah, bullying!"
Panic flail—tsundere near-explode.
"Loyalty show—not bully. Quiet—others see." Grab flailing IS-armored hands—no tender feel.
"Mm, got it—but release. My slave obey."
Calmed strategy-shift use.
"Feel loyalty?"
Tightened press body.
"Release first? Why tighter?"
Fight proved suit no match strength—pout dissatisfaction.
Red-face combo cuter. Not pure tsundere but traits—strong-arm silence, feel body.
"Mm-ah, fine—loyalty felt, okay?"
Answered, patted arms.
"Great, little master approve. Reward loyal slave?"
Loosened not release—watched face: mouth no, corners yes—enjoying.
"Uh, rewards? Slave loyalty normal."
Unsure—contact thrill, rumor ruin if caught, plus poke-urge release.
"Naturally—reward shows good master." Whisper ear—itch lick neck urge.
"Eek, tickly, mm... fine, quick say—generous master grants."
Quick yes—prolong to bell exposure.
"Little master kiss back."
"W-what... kiss?!"
Mouth agape—pearly teeth, pink tongue seen, wide blues shock.
"Yes—you normal return."
Nod matter-fact—itchy.
"You kiss cheek, me girl—no same!"
Fangs out—bite urge sans arms.
"Equality! Time short—class soon."
Daze—procrastinate to bell.
Entangled, blush renew, lip-bite resolve—deep shy caught.
"Fine, promised—kiss, release. Hugged forever, hmph."
"Naturally—reward satisfies."
Loosened, turned—back bliss gone, breasts near. Forward-touch tempt—but risk peck loss, endure.
"Hugged long unsatisfied." Mutter deep breath, eyes shut, head forward.
Lashes tremble tension, nose-breath quick, lips near cheek.
Aim cheek—but eyes-shut invite; won't disappoint.
Soft lip-touch, fragrance, hot nose-breath tickle. Wrong—eyes open, face close.
Cheek-plan, lip-land—stunned. Arms tight, tongue pry.
Breasts squash elastic chest-flatten. Tongue sweep teeth pry, savor saliva/tongue.
Caught sucked—reacted, slap-back, head-shake stop.
No stop—arouse needed. Intensified chase wild tongue, tip inner-scrape/glide.
"Chuu-mm... mm... mm-chuu... chuu... chuu-mm... chuu..." Wet lewd, hair-stroke, back-caress.
Body heats, eyes water, resistance fades—cooperate, seek tongue.
Post-fight + scent boost—high favor; flirt falling. Mine.
Proud, sucked tongue mine, twirl chase, tip-stim, saliva swap.
"Mm-mm... mm... chuu... chuu-mm... mm-chuu... mm..." Slap-stopped, back-hug, tongue-pull mine.
Accepted pull, suck/plunder.
"Gulp, gulp." Gulped sweet saliva endlessly.
"Mm... chuu-mm... mm... mm... chuu-mm..." Breaths ragged, grip tremble.
Vet eye—near asphyxia. Time short but first-kiss newbie no skill.
Reluctant slow suck/tongue-pull, final hard suck.
"Mm-mm..." Tongue out, smacked savor; she limp—fall sans hold.
Recovered, released—wet-eye glare. "My first kiss—planned romantic, wasted on you, hmph."
"You enjoyed too—responsible, little master." Wink.
"Responsible... who wants..." Soft guilty mumble, glare, dash Charlotte-side.
Low tsundere to open-heart. Charlotte relieved "teaching" end, scold-glare—nervous cover exposure.
Grateful smile—evening reward cover effort.
Continued others, last: Houki group. Black fork-tail green-ribbon, full breasts strain suit wrinkles—developed proof.
Slim waist, pert ass sway feast, long legs red-lace black glossy—lick urge.
"Stop—flaws guide." Houki pretty but other first—anime girls high quality.
Intimate contacts—incidental hand/thigh. Blush despite rules.
"Done—Houki next." Beside, puzzled blush classmate—my teaching tame?
No close—scent unknown; no resist, easy hands-on.
Bell—head-scratch feign. "Class end—Houki undone. My timing fail."
"No prob, Teacher—self-practice."
"No—see others quick fix? Self standard—not advance."
"Tomorrow then?"
"Progress lag—lessons packed, tight schedule. Fall now, gap widens top-students."
"This... what do?" Brow-frown competitive—hate lag, esp sans personal IS.
"After-school training room—makeup."
Small room handy.
"Mm, trouble Teacher." Hesitant duo-alone virgin worry—but teacher safe, Chifuyu presence deter bad. Comforted.
If knew thoughts, rib—"Chifuyu post-facto late. Lucky me."
Planned: last group, delay her—after-class prime corner-crack. Pre-plot Houki Ichika-feel—need alone chance.