Michi's Evening Class

Japanese student Michi turns up for an interesting Evening Class.

Michi's Evening Class

Chapter 1

Michi's heart thudded against her ribs as she approached Mr. Hayashi's classroom. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty hallway, creating an eerie silence that heightened her nervous energy. She had rehearsed this moment countless times in her head, but nothing could truly prepare her for the electric charge that coursed through her body as she knocked on his door.
“Come in,” his voice called out, soft and inviting.
She pushed open the door, stepping inside with a confident stride that belied her inner turmoil. Mr. Hayashi looked up from his desk, a stack of papers in hand. His eyes widened slightly as he took in Michi's appearance – her form-fitting sweater that hugged her curves in all the right places, the way her skirt swirled just above her knees, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of thigh.
“Michi,” he said, clearing his throat. “Is there something I can help you with?”
She sauntered closer to his desk, her hips swaying with each step. “Actually, Mr. Hayashi, there is.”

His gaze flickered from her face to her body and back again, a tell-tale blush creeping up his neck. Michi felt a thrill of triumph at his obvious discomfort. This was exactly what she had wanted – to see him flustered, to know that she had this power over him.
“I've been having trouble with the latest biology lesson,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “I was hoping we could go over it together. After school, maybe?”
Mr. Hayashi's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Well, I suppose we could arrange a study session. But Michi, I must remind you that we need to maintain appropriate boundaries.”
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that made his blush deepen. “Oh, Mr. Hayashi, I think you know exactly what boundaries I'm interested in crossing.”

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “Michi, I can't …”
But she was already moving, circling around his desk with predatory grace. Before he could react, she pressed herself against him, her hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck.
“Please, Mr. Hayashi,” she whispered against his ear. “I've been thinking about this for weeks. About you. About what we could do together.”
His body tensed beneath hers, but he didn't push her away. Instead, his hands came up to grip her waist, his touch hesitant yet electric.

“You're playing a dangerous game, Michi,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
She smiled, a wicked curve of her lips. “And you're going to lose, Mr. Hayashi. Because I always get what I want.”

With that, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, pouring all her pent-up desire and frustration into it. He resisted at first, his hands tightening on her waist as if to push her away. But Michi was relentless, her tongue probing the seam of his lips until he groaned, his resolve crumbling.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against his body as he returned the kiss with a fervour that matched her own. Michi felt a rush of triumph and desire as she realized she had won. He was hers now, vulnerable and wanting.

“Tell me you want this,” she demanded, breaking the kiss to nip at his jaw.
He groaned again, his hips pressing against hers. “I want this,” he admitted, his voice rough with need. “But Michi, we can't –”
“We can,” she insisted, her hands already working to undo the buttons of his shirt. “And we will. Right here, right now.”
Mr. Hayashi's resolve crumbled completely under her touch. He surrendered to her advances, allowing her to lead him down a path from which there was no return. As they succumbed to their desires in the empty classroom, Michi revelled in the knowledge that she had broken him, that she had taken what she wanted without apology or hesitation.
This was her victory, her claim over a man who had once held power over her. Now, in this moment of raw passion, she was the one in control. And she would stop at nothing to ensure it stayed that way.

Chapter 2

Three days later, Michi found herself back in Mr. Hayashi’s classroom, the memory of their previous encounter still fresh in her mind. She could almost taste the lingering scent of chalk and desire that hung in the air.
“I’m sorry, Michi,” Mr. Hayashi stammered, his eyes darting nervously around the room. “But I can’t continue this… this affair with you. It’s inappropriate, unethical—”
She pressed herself against him, feeling his body betray his words as it responded to her touch. “Tell me you don’t want me,” she challenged, her lips barely brushing against his ear.
Mr. Hayashi swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Michi…” he breathed, but there was no conviction in his voice.
“Exactly,” she murmured, triumphant. “You can’t say it, can you? Because we both know the truth.”

With a swift motion, she pushed him back against the wall, her hands already working at the buttons of her uniform. Mr. Hayashi’s eyes widened as he watched her strip down to her lacy bra and panties, his gaze hungrily devouring every inch of exposed skin.
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.
Mr. Hayashi licked his lips, his eyes darkening with lust. “I want to taste every inch of you,” he admitted, his words coming out in a rush.
Michi smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. “Then do it,” she whispered, reaching out to grab his tie and pull him closer.
He didn’t need any further encouragement. In one swift motion, he lifted her onto his desk, pushing her back until she was lying flat on the cool surface. Michi watched, breathless, as he spread her legs wide, his hot breath fanning over her most intimate area.
“Is this what you want, Michi?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
“Yes, it’s exactly what I want … and what you need” she breathed, arching her back in anticipation.

Chapter 3

Michi bit back a moan as Mr. Hayashi’s tongue roamed between her legs, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She gripped the edges of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control.
“Lick me dry,” she ordered, her voice breathless. “Put your tongue as high up me as possible and drink your fill.”
Mr. Hayashi didn’t hesitate, his mouth working her with a desperation that bordered on reverence. His tongue delved deep into her folds, lapping at her juices like a man starved.
“Anything to please you,” he murmured against her slick flesh, the vibrations of his voice sending new waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Michi arched her back, pressing herself harder against his mouth. “After my pussy, I want you to lick my arse. You have to.”

Mr. Hayashi’s response was immediate, his tongue sliding lower to circle the tight ring of muscle. Michi gasped, the sensation completely new and utterly thrilling. She felt herself teetering on the edge of climax, her body wound tighter than a spring.
“More,” she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Make me cum.”
Mr. Hayashi groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her core. His tongue flicked over her in rapid succession, each stroke bringing her closer to the precipice.
“Now,” she cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him in place. “Make me cum right now.”
And with a few more expert flicks of his tongue, she was falling, tumbling over the edge into an abyss of pleasure so intense it left her breathless. Her body convulsed, waves of ecstasy rippling through her as Mr. Hayashi continued to lap at her, drawing out every last drop of her orgasm.

As she slowly came back down to earth, Michi opened her eyes to find Mr. Hayashi watching her, his gaze filled with a mix of awe and hunger.
“You’re mine now,” she declared, her voice steady despite the tremors still coursing through her. “Completely and utterly mine.”
Mr. Hayashi nodded, his expression one of utter devotion. “Anything you want, Michi. I’m yours to command.”

Chapter 4

Michi leaned back on the teacher’s desk, her legs spread wide with Hayashi kneeling in front of her, doing as he is told and working his tongue into both holes, “get my arse wet, I need you to fuck it now ... did you hear me, now”. She said it with such urgency. She took off her panties and skirt and was fully naked and she took his cock out of his trousers and was rubbing it on her wet pussy, she then moved it to her tight asshole and started rubbing it up and down.
He then kneeled and buried his buried between her thighs as she pressed down on his face, grinding her pussy against his mouth.
“Tell me how much you love eating my pussy,” she demanded, her fingers tangling in her hair as she rode his face.
He mumbled something against her flesh, his words unintelligible but his devotion clear. She felt his tongue swirl around her clit, sending jolts of electricity through her body.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she taunted, slowing her movements to drag out the sensation. “Tell me, Mr. Hayashi. Tell me how much you want to bury your cock inside me.”
He groaned against her, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as if to hold her in place. The vibrations of his response sent new waves of pleasure coursing through her.
“Beg for it,” she commanded, her voice breathy with desire. “Beg for the chance to fuck me.”
“Please,” he gasped, breaking free from her grip just long enough to speak. “Please, Michi, let me fuck you. I need to be inside you.”

She smiled wickedly, enjoying the power she held over him. “Not yet,” she teased, resuming her grinding motions against his mouth. “First, you have to earn it.”
With that, she pressed down harder on his face, using him for her pleasure as she chased her own orgasm. He complied willingly, his tongue and lips working her with expert precision until she was teetering on the brink of climax.
“Are you ready to beg some more?” she asked, her breath coming in short pants as she held herself just above his face. “Ready to do whatever it takes to get your cock inside me?”
He nodded frantically, his eyes glazed over with lust and desperation. Michi revelled in his complete surrender, the knowledge that she held absolute power over him sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.
“Good,” she purred, slowly lowering herself back onto his face. “Because I’m going to make you work for it.”

Chapter 5

“Sit down on the chair,” Michi ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument. Mr. Hayashi complied immediately, sinking into the hard wooden chair with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.
She approached him slowly, savouring the moment. His eyes tracked her every move, hunger and desire burning in their depths.
“Strip for me,” she commanded, stopping just in front of him. “Show me what’s mine.”
Mr. Hayashi hesitated for just a moment before his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one. Michi watched, her own desire building with each inch of skin revealed.
When his shirt was completely open, she reached out, trailing her fingers over his chest. “Keep going,” she murmured, her touch electrifying. “I want you completely naked for me.”
He stood long enough to shimmy out of his pants and boxers, his cock springing free and standing at attention. Michi’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as she took in the sight of him, completely exposed and vulnerable before her.

“Sit back down,” she instructed, circling him like a predator stalking its prey. “And put your hands behind your back.”
Mr. Hayashi complied, gripping the back of the chair as he waited for her next command. Michi stopped in front of him, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
“Spread your legs,” she said softly, her eyes never leaving his. “I want you open for me.”
He shifted in the chair, parting his thighs wide. Michi could see his muscles trembling slightly, whether from nerves or desire, she couldn’t be sure. She decided she didn’t care.
Stepping between his legs, Michi placed her hands on his shoulders for balance. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him with her legs on either side of the chair.

Mr. Hayashi sucked in a sharp breath as she settled against him, her heat pressing against his throbbing cock. Michi smiled wickedly, grinding against him just enough to make him groan.
“Do you want me to ride you, Mr. Hayashi?” she asked, leaning in close to whisper against his ear. “Do you want to feel my pussy clenching around your cock as I take my pleasure from you?”
“God, yes,” he breathed, his hips bucking slightly against her. “Please, Michi. Let me inside you.”

Chapter 6

She laughed softly, reaching between them to grasp his length in her hand. “Who do you belong to, Mr. Hayashi?”
“You,” he gasped as she stroked him slowly, teasingly. “I belong to you, Michi.”
“And who do I belong to?” she continued, increasing the pressure of her grip just enough to make him moan.
“You… you belong to yourself,” he managed to choke out, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the sensation.
Michi rewarded his correct answer by positioning him at her entrance, teasing him with her slick heat. “Good boy,” she praised, before abruptly removing her hand. “But not good enough. Tell me why you deserve to be inside me.”
Mr. Hayashi’s eyes snapped open, confusion and frustration warring on his face. Michi simply waited, her gaze steady as she held his cock in her hand, just inches from where he so desperately wanted it to be.
“Because… because I love you,” he said finally, the words tumbling out of him like a confession. “I love you, Michi, and I’ll do anything you want. Anything to please you.”

Michi’s heart skipped a beat at his declaration, but she refused to let her emotions get the better of her. Instead, she smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips.
“Prove it,” she challenged, lowering herself onto him in one smooth motion. They both gasped at the sensation, Michi’s wet heat enveloping him completely.
“Fuck me, Mr. Hayashi,” Michi demanded, her hands gripping his shoulders as she began to move. “Fuck me like you mean it. Show me how much you love me with your cock.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. Mr. Hayashi thrust up into her, meeting her downward movements with a fervor that bordered on desperation. Michi threw her head back, revelling in the feeling of him inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.

“Is this what you wanted, Mr. Hayashi?” Michi panted, her voice husky with desire. “Is this what you dreamed about when you fucked your own hand to the thought of me?”
“Y-yes,” he stammered, his hips never faltering in their rhythm. “God, yes. I want you so much, Michi. Only you.”
She leaned forward then, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as they moved together. Her tongue danced with his, mimicking the movements of their bodies as they chased their mutual pleasure.
Breaking the kiss, Michi pressed her forehead against his, her eyes locking with his as they continued to fuck. “You’re mine,” she whispered, the words meant for her as much as for him. “Completely and utterly mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” he echoed, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. “Always yours, Michi. Only yours.”
“Good,” she murmured against his lips, increasing her pace to match his. “Now cum for me, Mr. Hayashi. Cum inside me and show me how much you love being mine.”

With a strangled cry, he did as he was told, his body tensing beneath hers as he spilled himself inside her. Michi followed soon after, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves as she rode him through their shared pleasure.
Collapsing against him, Michi rested her head on his shoulder, both of them struggling to catch their breath. She could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly against her, his heart pounding in time with hers.
“Tell me again,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck with each word.
“I love you, Michi,” Mr. Hayashi responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her to pull her closer. “I’m yours. Completely and utterly yours.”
Michi smiled against his skin, a feeling of warmth and contentment washing over her. Maybe, just maybe, she was his too.

Chapter 7

The classroom was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional rustle of clothing as they readjusted their positions. Michi sat astride Mr. Hayashi’s lap, her arms looped around his neck as they shared a slow, deep kiss.
When they finally parted, Michi gazed down at Mr. Hayashi with a soft smile. His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as if afraid she might disappear.
“I love you,” he murmured against her lips, the words spoken with a tenderness that made Michi’s heart flutter.
She leaned her forehead against his, savouring the warmth of him, the feel of his body pressed so intimately against hers.

Michi spoke quietly and slowly, 'I'll never love you, you are married - I only want you, not to love but to fuck. Do you understand?'. She looked into his eyes as she spoke, her heart aching at the pain she saw there, but she steeled herself against it.
“I understand,” Mr. Hayashi replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll never love you either. I only want you. And I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”
Michi felt no pang of guilt at his words, she pushed it aside. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? A physical relationship without the complications of love or commitment.
She pulled back slightly, looking down at Mr. Hayashi as she traced a finger along his jawline. “Good. Then let’s make the most of our time together, shall we?”
Mr. Hayashi nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Whatever you want, Michi. I’m yours.”
She leaned in, capturing his lips in another searing kiss. As she deepened the kiss, she shifted her hips, feeling his growing erection press against her. She ground against him, eliciting a low groan from his throat.
“Again?” she whispered teasingly, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. “So soon, excellent, then now it's my arses turn to get fucked”.

Michi reached behind her, grasping his length and positioning it at her entrance once more. Without hesitation, she sank down onto him, taking him inside her in one smooth motion.
They both gasped at the sensations, still heightened from their previous encounter. Michi began to move, setting a steady rhythm as she rode him. Mr. Hayashi met her movements with upward thrusts of his own, his hands gripping her hips to guide her.
“God, Michi,” he breathed, his eyes locked on hers. “You feel so good. So perfect.”
She smiled, leaning forward to press her forehead against his. “You like that, Mr. Hayashi? You like fucking me?”
“Yes,” he growled, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. “More than anything.”
Michi moaned, the sound echoing through the empty classroom. She could feel the tension building within her once more, coiling tighter with each movement.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice breathy with desire. “Fuck me harder, Mr. Hayashi.”
He complied, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her with renewed fervour. Michi threw her head back. The sound of their bodies coming together.

Chapter 8

'What gets you hard more?', Michi asked, with a satisfying smile on her face, 'Fucking a pupil, or fucking a 15 year old' she laughed, knowing that Hayashi thought she was older. She saw the panic and confusion on his face, and she was surprised at the satisfaction she felt.
“W-what?” Mr. Hayashi stammered, his movements faltering. “What did you say?”
Michi leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I’m fifteen, Mr. Hayashi. I’ve been lying to you all this time. Does that make you feel good? Fucking a fifteen-year-old student?”
He froze, his eyes wide with shock and horror. Michi could see the realization dawning on him, the weight of his actions sinking in.
“Oh God,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Oh God, Michi, what have I done?” He looked down at their joined bodies, as if seeing them for the first time. Panic and regret warred on his face. “You’ve fucked a 15 year old student in the mouth, pussy and arse, you don’t know how lucky you are”, Michi giggled, “and she wants you to do it again, and again”. With that she passionately kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth – she was totally in control of this man.
Michi began to move again, lifting herself up and sliding back down onto him. She did it again and again, setting a slow, teasing rhythm.
“You wanted this,” she said, her voice low and husky. “You wanted me. Even now, knowing how old I am, you still want me, don’t you?”
'I think you probably want me more now, especially in my tight little arse' Michi kissed him hard. He groaned, but Michi didn't let up. She felt him growing inside her, responding to her despite his shock and guilt.
“Tell me, Mr. Hayashi,” She purred, nipping at his lower lip. “Tell me how much you want me. Tell me you can’t resist me, no matter how wrong it is.”
“I…” He trailed off, his breath catching as Michi increased her pace. “I can’t resist you, Michi. God help me, but I can’t.”
She smiled then, a triumphant smile. “Good,” she whispered. “Now fuck me like you mean it, Mr. Hayashi. Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.”

With a groan, he gave in, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her. Michi met his movements with her own, their bodies coming together in a frenzy of passion and guilt and forbidden desire.
As they approached their peak, Michi leaned forward, capturing Mr. Hayashi’s lips in a bruising kiss. She poured all her emotions into it—her anger, her pain, her desire, and even a hint of the love she wished she didn’t feel.
When they finally broke apart, she got her pants back on, straightened her skirt and top, and then reached into Hayashi's jacket pocket and took out his wallet. She helped herself to a nice wad of notes, more than a week’s wages, and laughed. 'Thank you', you're the best fuck I've had today. See you tomorrow, hopefully'. Michi gave him a deep kiss and ran out of the room, laughing to herself at the look of horror and shock on his face.

Chapter 9

The sun was setting by the time Michi made her way back to her apartment, its golden rays casting long shadows across the city streets. She walked quickly, her heart still racing from the encounter with Mr. Hayashi.
As she approached her building, she noticed a familiar figure waiting outside—a tall, lanky boy with a mop of unruly black hair and piercing green eyes. Kaito Minamoto. The sight of him made her heart skip a beat, even after all this time.
“Kaito!” she called out, quickening her pace.
He turned at the sound of her voice, a smile breaking across his face when he saw her. “Hey, Michi,” he replied, falling into step beside her as she reached him. “Fancy meeting you here.”
She playfully rolled her eyes. “It’s my apartment building. Where else would I be?”
Kaito shrugged, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “Just thought you might be out causing trouble somewhere.”
Michi laughed, 'Of course, that's what I do best'. 'No', said Kaito, 'Blowjobs are what you do best' and they both laughed. 'You're behind the times, my friend', she said, 'I've been learning new tricks, that's why I go to school, do you want to give try them?', and with that she took him by the hand and they went into the underground car-park. Kaito was a happy boy, and about to get happier!