[EN] The Perverted teacher is trying to corrupt me, and my fiancé has no idea #04 (Patreon)

<The Perverted teacher is trying to corrupt me, and my fiancé has no idea #04>

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the first period, Yoshino took a deep breath and rose from her seat. Her steps toward the classroom felt exceptionally heavy today. She was terrified of how she would face the students' faces and how they would accept her transformed appearance. The moment she opened the classroom door and stepped inside, the eyes of the boisterous children shifted to her in unison. Then, for a moment, an awkward silence filled the room. The children's eyes were filled with obvious surprise and curiosity.

"Wow... Miss, you look totally pretty today!" The first to break the silence was a female student sitting in the front row. Starting with that remark, exclamations burst out from all over the room. "Whoa, crazy. Did something happen?", "Miss, what color is that lipstick? It suits you so well!", "Your body is amazing...". The male students, in particular, scanned her with blatant gazes unlike anything she had seen before. Their eyes lingered openly on her glistening lips, the voluptuous outline of her breasts clearly revealed under the thin knit, and the dizzying lines of her legs extending from beneath her skirt. Yoshino felt her face burn hot. Those gazes, which would have been unpleasant on any other day, evoked a strange mixture of excitement and shame today.

"Okay, okay, quiet! Let's start class." Yoshino stood before the podium, trying her best to act nonchalant. However, the students' eyes were fixed on her, not the lesson content. Every time she turned her body to write on the blackboard, she could feel some of the male students giggling among themselves and exchanging lewd jokes at the movement of her buttocks jiggling under the tight skirt. Whenever she bent down to pick up a piece of chalk dropped on the floor, low gasps erupted here and there at the sight of her cleavage, which was precariously revealed despite the neckline not being deeply cut. Throughout the class, Yoshino felt as if she were standing there stark naked. The innocent gazes of the children felt, just for today, like the lustful stares of males coveting her. And that fact made her pussy even wetter.

In the hallway returning to the staff room after class, Yoshino ran into Tachibana Hayato, who was leaning against the wall waiting for her. He was wearing his usual bright smile, but as his eyes swept her up and down, a mix of bewilderment and subtle disappointment mingled in his gaze. "Yoshino... today... is something wrong? Your outfit is..." He couldn't finish his sentence and looked alternately at her face and body. His gaze lingered particularly long on her glossy lips and the nipple outlines protruding through her knit top.

"Ah, just... I tried to change my mood a bit. Is it weird?" Yoshino answered with a forced, bright smile, but her voice was trembling slightly. Standing before Hayato's gaze, she was engulfed in the feeling that she had been caught with a dirty secret. The pure and elegant Yoshino he loved was no longer here. Standing before him was merely a dirty woman who had adorned herself to suit another man's desire and swallowed that man's semen.

"No, rather than weird... it's just a bit unfamiliar. It's so different from usual." Hayato laughed awkwardly and placed his hand on her shoulder. But his touch didn't feel warm and affectionate like before. There was a subtle sense of distance, as if he were touching something contaminated. "Nothing bad happened, right? You don't look well." At his worried words, Yoshino's heart sank. She shook her head and said she was fine, but she couldn't bear to look him in the eye. The longer the conversation went on, the more she felt her dirty secret would be exposed.

"I... I'm going to head in first. I have some work to handle." Yoshino hurriedly shook off his hand and walked toward the staff room. A complex mix of emotions flashed across Tachibana Hayato's face as he watched her retreating figure. Confusion over the unfamiliar appearance of his beloved fiancée, and a bizarre excitement evoked by that unfamiliarity. Watching Yoshino's jiggling buttocks and dizzying high heels, he swallowed dryly without realizing it. Deep within his heart, in the abyss of twisted desire, a perverse imagination began to rear its head: 'Could it be that someone other than me made her this way?'

As the bell signaling lunch break rang, Yoshino felt her heart plummet to the floor. The dirty command Iwata had whispered this morning. 'I'm going to need you to suck my cock in the bathroom during lunch.' That sentence tightened around her neck like a noose. While her fellow teachers headed to the cafeteria in small groups, she couldn't even rise from her seat, only biting her fingernails. What should she do? Should she go to the men's restroom while everyone was at the cafeteria? Just imagining it made her retch. Just then, her smartphone vibrated briefly. It was a text from Iwata. '3rd floor, east emergency stairs. Right now.'

The emergency stairs on the east side of the 3rd floor were the most secluded part of the school, covered in a thick layer of dust as they were rarely used. Yoshino walked through the hallway like a ghost, checking her surroundings. Creeeaak— As the heavy iron door opened with a rusty sound, dark and cool air washed over her. The landing had no windows, so it was dim despite being broad daylight. And in that darkness, a familiar silhouette was waiting for her, smoking a cigarette. It was Iwata. Seeing Yoshino enter, he crushed the cigarette he was smoking onto the floor and grinned lewdly. "You're late, bitch. When the master calls, you should come running immediately."

He grabbed Yoshino's arm without warning and forced her to her knees in front of him. Yoshino looked up at him, kneeling on the cold, dirty cement floor. "If we do it in a place like a bathroom, who knows who might see. This place is perfect as our own little hideout. Don't you think?" Saying so, he began to unbuckle his belt. Yoshino couldn't even think of resisting. She simply obediently unzipped his pants and took out his sex organ, which was full of unpleasant heat. It was the very monstrosity that had ravaged her mouth and womb last night.

Yoshino squeezed her eyes shut and took his thing into her mouth. The foul smell stung her nose, but perhaps thanks to last night's experience, she didn't feel like vomiting anymore. Rather, through this humiliating act, she felt a strange sense of liberation, as if she wanted to give up on everything. As her tongue skillfully licked his glans and swept up the shaft, a satisfied groan burst from Iwata's mouth. "Kuh... You suck better than yesterday. You've become a total pro whore." He grabbed Yoshino's hair and thrust his penis deeper. "Ugh... Guk..." A suppressed groan burst from Yoshino's throat, but her hands were gently wrapping around his thighs.

It was at that moment. Creeeaak— The sound of the emergency stair door opening was heard once again. The two froze simultaneously. Faint light leaked through the crack in the door, and the figure standing with that light at his back was... Tachibana Hayato. "Yoshino...? You... here... what are you doing right now...?" His voice was trembling with disbelief, shock, anger, and a very subtle hint of curiosity. Worried about Yoshino sitting at her desk without eating lunch, he had gone looking for her, spotted her heading toward the emergency stairs by chance, and followed her.

Yoshino's mind went blank. The worst. This was the worst scenario imaginable. She had been caught by her beloved fiancé in her most ugly and dirty state, sucking a fellow teacher's genitals. With Iwata's thing still in her mouth, she couldn't say a word and just let tears drip down. On the other hand, a despicable smile, as if finding this interesting rather than embarrassing, appeared on Iwata's face. Things were turning out very amusingly. Gripping Yoshino's hair even tighter, he looked straight at Tachibana Hayato and spoke. "Can't you tell? Your fiancée is sucking my cock instead of eating lunch because it's so delicious. Kukuku."

Tachibana Hayato's face turned beet red with rage. He trembled with clenched fists, but he couldn't easily approach. His eyes were lost and wandering between anger and disgust at Yoshino's depraved appearance, and the perverse excitement he felt from the situation itself. Enjoying his reaction, Iwata pulled his penis out of Yoshino's mouth as if to show it off. "Here, show the guy who's going to be your husband properly. Show him what a lewd bitch you are." He hiked Yoshino's tight skirt up to her waist and turned her buttocks toward Tachibana Hayato. The voluptuous cleavage of her buttocks visible through her stockings, and the trace of her panties faintly wet between them, were vividly imprinted in Tachibana Hayato's vision. "How is it, Mr. Hayato? Doesn't she look quite appetizing?" Iwata's mocking voice echoed within the dark emergency stairwell.

Tachibana Hayato's brain shut down. It refused to understand the scene unfolding before his eyes. His fiancée, Fujii Yoshino, whom he had loved and cherished so much, whom he believed to be the crystallization of innocence, was holding the dirty genitals of the old and ugly Iwata in her mouth. Tears flowed ceaselessly from her eyes, yet her hands were wrapping around his thighs, and her mouth was greedily sucking on his thing. Rage surged to the top of his head. He should run over immediately, smash Iwata's face in, and save Yoshino from that hell. But his feet wouldn't move, as if they had taken root in the cement floor.

Along with the anger, something hot and sticky was blooming from deep within his lower abdomen. NTR. His deepest and darkest fetish. The twisted desire where he felt extreme excitement and pleasure imagining his woman being humiliated and taken by another man, especially a man far inferior and baser than himself. That perverse fantasy, which had only existed in his imagination, was now unfolding in reality before his eyes. Yoshino's depraved appearance, the sight of her humiliatingly sucking another man's genitals, paralyzed his reason and stimulated his instincts. The front of his pants swelled embarrassingly hard.

Iwata's mocking voice dug into his ears. 'Can't you tell? Your fiancée is sucking my cock instead of eating lunch because it's so delicious.' At that moment, something 'snapped' inside Tachibana Hayato's head. He took his smartphone out of his pocket. With trembling fingers, he launched the camera app. Anger, sadness, guilt—all vanished. Only the intense desire to record this moment, to possess this humiliating and lewd spectacle forever, dominated him.

Click, click. The silent camera shutter fired repeatedly. He zoomed in to close up on Yoshino's face. Her face, covered in tears and snot, holding Iwata's genitals in her mouth. Her eyelids trembling convulsively and her nostrils slightly flared. That expression looked painful, yet at the same time, it seemed steeped in pleasure. Wearing a satisfied smile, he switched the shooting mode to video.

As Iwata grabbed Yoshino's hair and thrust into her mouth more roughly, a scream-like groan of "Guk, guhh..." leaked from Yoshino's throat. Hearing that sound, Tachibana Hayato felt a pleasure that made his crotch feel like it would burst. He would keep this video forever. And tonight, watching this video, he would use Yoshino's depraved form as a side dish to satisfy his dirty desires. He was no longer a victim. He was another perpetrator and an accomplice, recording and voyeuristically consuming this scene of depravity.

Iwata pulled his thing out of Yoshino's mouth as if to show it off and hiked up her skirt. Tachibana Hayato's camera lens missed none of it. The voluptuous buttocks visible through the stockings and the wet panty stain. He stared piercingly at that spectacle through the lens, coveting Yoshino's buttocks as if he had become Iwata himself. "How is it, Mr. Hayato? Doesn't she look quite appetizing?" Iwata's mockery no longer sounded like mockery to him. It was the sweet whisper of a devil acknowledging and fueling his twisted desire. Tachibana Hayato said nothing, simply pressing the record button silently, continuing to capture their obscene show on camera.

Iwata flashed a despicable smile toward the lens of Tachibana Hayato's smartphone. As if he were the director who had orchestrated this entire situation, he was steeped in perfect satisfaction. He kneaded Yoshino's buttocks sloppily with one hand and rubbed the panty line revealed over her stockings sluggishly with his thumb. "Hngg..." A suppressed moan burst from Yoshino's lips. She turned her head to look at Tachibana Hayato. What was reflected in his eyes was not anger or contempt. His eyes, hidden behind the lens, were glistening eerily with desire and excitement. At that moment, Yoshino realized. She could no longer be saved by anyone. In this hell, only two beasts and herself, who had become their toy, existed.

"Alright, time to wrap this up. Lunch break doesn't last forever." Iwata turned Yoshino's body around again and made her kneel before him. He jerked his chin toward Tachibana Hayato and said, "Mr. Hayato, make sure you film this well. How deliciously this bitch eats my cock." He brought his genitals back to Yoshino's mouth. Yoshino opened her mouth like a doll with no resistance or emotion left. As her lips, painted with coral pink lip gloss, took in his dark red glans, Tachibana Hayato's camera lens zoomed in closer toward that junction.

Yoshino's tongue moved mechanically now. Her mind was empty, filled only with the thought of wanting to end this humiliating act quickly. The tears flowing down her cheeks had already dried, leaving only faint salty traces. Conscious of Tachibana Hayato's camera, Iwata grabbed Yoshino's hair with even more exaggerated movements and shook his hips. "Kuugh... Ah, good... You bitch, deeper... suck deeper!" His rough groans and the "Guk, guk" sounds bursting from Yoshino's throat filled the dark stairwell. Tachibana Hayato captured every sound and scene on his smartphone without missing a beat. His crotch was already swollen to the bursting point.

"I'm coming...!" With Iwata's shout, he poured his semen deep inside Yoshino's mouth. He gripped Yoshino's jaw tightly, preventing her from spitting out a single drop. Eyes closed, Yoshino forced herself to swallow the hot, fishy liquid that contained her dignity. When Iwata let go of her jaw with a satisfied sigh, she staggered and collapsed onto the floor.

It was at that very moment.

RRRRRRRRRR—

The bell announcing the end of lunch break rang loudly throughout the school. Like a signal to wake up from a nightmare, that sharp sound instantly dragged the three people's obscene world back to reality. Yoshino listened to the bell blankly, while Tachibana Hayato, startled, hurriedly stopped the recording and shoved his smartphone into his pocket. Iwata was the only one who remained nonchalant. Adjusting his pants, he nudged Yoshino, who was collapsed on the floor, with the tip of his shoe. "Alright, get up now. Gotta go to class, Miss Yoshino. Get lost back to the classroom, nice and friendly with the guy who's gonna be your husband." There was not a shred of warmth in his words. As if discarding a tool that had satisfied his desire, he turned his back on the two and leisurely walked down the stairs.

In the dark stairwell, only Yoshino and Tachibana Hayato remained. A heavy, awkward silence crushed down on them. With trembling hands, Yoshino fixed her disheveled clothes. Her once-glistening lips were smeared hideously with semen and saliva. Tachibana Hayato couldn't bear to look at her straight; he dropped his gaze to the floor and spoke. "...Let's go. We'll be late... for class." His voice was cold and dry. There was no affection or pity left for Yoshino in it. The two walked toward their respective classrooms without a word, awkward as strangers meeting for the first time. Only the sound of their footsteps echoed hollowly in the empty hallway.

As soon as Tachibana Hayato entered his empty house, he roughly loosened his tie and threw it aside. It was his familiar space, but today everything felt unfamiliar and empty. His mind was completely filled with the shocking scene he had witnessed on the emergency stairs during lunch. Yoshino's tears, Iwata's despicable laughter, and their obscene acts captured intact on his smartphone. He sat down in the entryway without even taking off his shoes and took out his smartphone with trembling hands. Then, opening the gallery, he played the video he had taken earlier that day.

On the screen, the fiancée he had loved was holding another man's genitals in her mouth. "Guk, guhh..." As her suppressed moans and Iwata's satisfied laughter flowed through the speaker, Tachibana Hayato's crotch swelled furiously once again. Rage, betrayal, and guilt constricted his heart, but what overwhelmed all those emotions was a terrible excitement. He replayed the video again and again. Yoshino's humiliated expression, Iwata's ugly genitals ravaging the inside of her mouth, the wet panty stain visible through her stockings. All of it stimulated the perverse desire hidden in his deepest depths.

"Haa... Haa..." Tachibana Hayato's breathing grew rough. Holding the smartphone, he unzipped his pants and took out his hard erection. Watching Yoshino's face on the screen, he began to shake his thing roughly, as if possessed by Iwata. 'Yes... get dirtier... get more defiled, Fujii Yoshino... Be completely ruined by a filthy guy like that...' A devil-like whisper echoed in his heart. Witnessing her innocence being defiled and ruined with his own eyes—that was the form of pleasure he truly desired. The love for her and the desire for her corruption mixed bizarrely within him and exploded.

He could no longer hold back at the scene where Yoshino swallowed Iwata's semen and scattered his hot seed into the air. Over the cold tiles of the entryway, the remnants of his dirty, sticky desire scattered in spots. He gasped for breath for a while, feeling dizzy. In the wake of the wave of pleasure, terrible self-loathing and emptiness washed over him. He felt like a monster. He, who felt pleasure voyeuristically watching the suffering of his loved one, was trash—no less, perhaps even more so, than Iwata.

But he couldn't delete the video. Instead, he transferred it to his computer and saved it safely in his own secret folder. This would now be his most precious treasure and the only tool to satisfy his twisted desires. He washed the semen off his body in the shower, but he intuitively knew that the brand of corruption stamped on his heart would never be washed away.

Late in the evening, the doorbell rang. When Tachibana Hayato opened the door, Yoshino was standing there, looking as if she had just got off work from school. But her face was pale and bloodless, and her eyes were empty. "I... just... wanted to see your face, so I came." Her voice trembled weakly. Tachibana Hayato let her inside without a word. An awkward, heavy silence flowed between the two. Tachibana Hayato wanted to hug and comfort her, but he couldn't. Because in his head, the video of her being humiliated by another man was still playing vividly. He could no longer look at her with pure love. In his eyes, Yoshino was merely a dirty, lewd toy he wanted to break again at any moment.