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

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

Iwata kept his arm firmly around Yoshino's shoulders as they slipped out through the deserted school corridor. Yoshino was still trembling, keeping up her act as the terrified victim. The image of Vice Principal Nagumo's face, dumbfounded by her lies just moments ago, remained vivid in her mind. The parking lot at dusk, a mix of orange light and deep shadows, gave off an eerie atmosphere. Iwata opened the passenger door of his old domestic sedan and shoved her in like a piece of luggage.

As soon as the car started and they left the school, Iwata's attitude did a complete 180. Still gripping the steering wheel, he looked at Yoshino next to him and let out a satisfied laugh.

"Gahaha! Wow, Yoshino Fujii. You've got some serious nerve. Did you see that acting? Seriously... crying those big tears, you deserve a Best Actress award. Even I was almost fooled."

His voice oozed with excitement and a sticky, lingering lust. Chuckling, he grabbed Yoshino's thigh tightly with his thick hand. The fabric of her tight pencil skirt stretched taut under his grip.

Yoshino was no longer crying. Her shoulders had stopped shaking, and her tears had long since dried. She just stared blankly at the scenery rushing by outside the window. Deep inside her, it felt as though something warm and soft had shattered into pieces, replaced by a cold, hard stone. I ruined a person's life with my own hands. That undeniable fact raced through her mind. She felt no shame or guilt. Just a terrible sense of emptiness, as if she had been hollowed out. I am no longer the Yoshino Fujii I used to be. I am... that man's accomplice.

"Seeing you pretend to cry and shake your hands in front of that old geezer almost made my dick explode,"

Iwata said, breathing heavily. He was already picturing the next step.

"You did really well today, my Yoshino. I have to give you a reward. A very special reward. We're not going to some boring place like a motel, we're going to my house. I'm going to love you all night long at my place today."

Yoshino didn't answer his declaration. Wherever they went, whatever they did, it didn't matter anymore.

His apartment was in an old building with an outdoor corridor. When he opened the front door, an unpleasant wave of musty cigarette smoke mixed with cheap air freshener wafted out. The inside looked clean at first glance, but the discarded socks scattered about, the dusty display cabinet, and the faded faux-leather sofa perfectly reflected his filthy, vulgar tastes. He led Yoshino into the living room and pushed her roughly onto the sofa.

"Now, shall we start our private party? First, take off those dirty clothes that highlighted your acting skills today."

Iwata roughly tore off the buttons of Yoshino's blouse one by one. The buttons clattered to the floor, revealing a black push-up bra that forcefully pushed up her breasts. The bulging breasts that looked ready to burst and the deep cleavage were his favorite sight. He whispered in Yoshino's ear like a snake.

"To commemorate you destroying Vice Principal Nagumo's life, I'm going to fill your womb with my semen tonight.

Accept it gratefully, okay? My perfect accomplice."

At his words, Yoshino slowly closed her eyes. Her body was now to become an altar commemorating their ugly crime.

His hands were rough. Yoshino's pure white silk blouse was instantly reduced to tattered rags. The sound of the torn buttons falling limply to the floor echoed vividly in the musty air. Iwata let out a satisfied groan and stared greedily at the black push-up bra that was finally revealed. The voluptuous breasts forcefully gathered together and the deeply carved cleavage. It was the proof of corruption he loved most.

"This is it... this is the look."

He grabbed Yoshino's chin and made her look at him. Her eyes were vacant, but even those vacant eyes stimulated his lust.

"Do you know how turned on I got watching you push that old geezer into the abyss? You're not just my bitch anymore. You and I are accomplices in the same boat."

He roughly rubbed his lips against Yoshino's. A nauseating stench of a victor, along with the heavy smell of nicotine, drifted from his mouth.

Yoshino silently accepted his kiss. Her mind had gone completely blank. Accomplice. That word raced through her empty head. Yes, I am an accomplice. I can no longer pretend to be a victim, and I have nowhere to return to. She had pushed an innocent man into hell with her own hands, and in return, she had perfectly submitted to this man. That undeniable fact extinguished even her last remaining will to resist. All that was left now was to adapt to this man's desires.

Iwata flipped Yoshino over and made her lie face down on the old, creaky faux-leather sofa. Her pencil skirt rode up to her waist, completely exposing her plump buttocks peeking out from under her G-string. He unbuckled his belt and said, panting.

"We have to celebrate the success of our memorable first crime. Let's make the toast... my hot semen. I'll carve the proof that we're accomplices deep inside your womb."

He spread Yoshino's buttocks with both hands and buried his face between them. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked up the cleft of her buttocks between the strings of her G-string.

"Hic...!"

Yoshino's body twitched reflexively. It was a humiliating act, but her body had already been tamed by pleasure. Every time his tongue touched her, a tingling thrill ran through her, and her crotch had already begun to get wet again with slippery love juices without her even realizing it. Iwata chuckled and whispered in her ear.

"You're already this wet. My accomplice, you're so lewd, it's a problem. Now, let's begin."

He took out his hot, hard member and aimed it at her wet entrance.

Iwata pressed his hot, hard meat stick against her wet entrance. Fishy pre-cum was smeared slickly around her slit. Instead of thrusting in all at once, he teased her by gently rubbing her clitoris and entrance with the tip of his glans.

"Fuu..."

Yoshino's buttocks twitched involuntarily, moving as if trying to accept his member. At that subtle reaction, Iwata let out a satisfied laugh.

"Don't rush, you bitch. We have to take our time and savor the celebration."

He pulled away from Yoshino's body slightly and took his smartphone out of his pants pocket. He familiarly searched through his image folder and found Vice Principal Nagumo's ID photo from the school website. A gentle, good-natured smile. He enlarged the photo to fill the screen and thrust it right in front of Yoshino's face as she lay face down.

"Now, look. It's the face of that old geezer you pushed into the abyss today. Take my dick while staring right at it. We have to carve what you did firmly into your pussy."

At his cruel demand, Yoshino's eyes wavered violently. The face of Vice Principal Nagumo on the smartphone screen and Iwata's insidious smile visible over his shoulder seemed to overlap. Nausea welled up, but she couldn't escape.

She blinked slowly, very slowly. That's right, this is my sin. What I committed. The moment she accepted that fact, the last bit of tension remaining in her body snapped. She no longer resisted. Rather, she resolved to accept the weight of that sin with her entire body.

Confirming that she had become submissive, Iwata positioned himself behind her again. He grabbed Yoshino's waist tightly and thrust his member into her slit all at once.

"Guh!"

A groan like a scream escaped Yoshino's lips. The fulfilling sensation of a foreign object felt like it was piercing her internal organs, but at the same time, a terrible sense of immorality turned into pleasure and spread throughout her body.

Slap, slap, slap!

He began to pound his hips like a beast. Yoshino took his violent movements with her whole body while staring intently at Vice Principal Nagumo's face on the smartphone screen.

"How is it! Getting my dick put in you while looking at the face of the old geezer you betrayed! I'm asking how you feel, you traitorous bitch!"

Iwata shouted, breathing heavily. His words became a whip that struck Yoshino's soul. However, that pain soon transformed into a strange excitement. That's right, I'm a traitor. A dirty woman who sold out an innocent man while taking that man's dick. When that self-loathing reached its peak, a perverse sense of liberation washed over her instead. She turned her head and looked at Iwata's face as he thrust into her violently. Then, her lips trembling, she whispered in a voice that could barely be heard.

"...It feels good."

"What was that?"

Iwata asked back. Yoshino said it again, this time even more clearly.

"It feels good... getting thrust into... by your dick, sir... while looking at that old geezer's face... it feels so good... I... I broke him..."

An obscene and cruel confession that even she couldn't believe spilled from her lips. At her words, Iwata laughed like a madman and pounded his hips even harder.

"That's right! Now that's my accomplice! You're the best whore!"

Their twisted communion rushed toward its climax. Yoshino continued to scream in pleasure while alternately looking at Vice Principal Nagumo's face and Iwata's face.

"Ah! Ahn! I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Sir! Inside... cum inside! Prove... our crime... ahhhn!"

With her scream, her slit spasmed and spewed hot nectar. Feeling that contraction, Iwata also roared and poured every last drop of his hot semen deep into her womb. When it was all over, Yoshino lay limply on the sofa, covered in sweat, bodily fluids, and semen. With vacant eyes, she stared at Vice Principal Nagumo's smiling face on the smartphone screen that had fallen to the floor. A faint but distinct smile had also appeared on her face.

Rumors spread as fast and silently as poison. The disturbing story that there had been a scandal between teacher Yoshino Fujii and Vice Principal Nagumo became an uncontrollable fact when Iwata formally raised the issue with the Board of Education. A few days later, the school was in an uproar over a visit from an audit team led by supervisors. Under the pretext of a serious matter concerning the school's honor, the audit proceeded swiftly and overbearingly. Yoshino Fujii, the core witness, got ready from the morning for the most important day.

From the very back of her closet, she took out a black dress she had never worn before. It was a neat design reminiscent of mourning clothes, but the jersey material that clung tightly to her body nakedly highlighted all her curves. For underwear, she wore the flashiest and most obscene red lace lingerie set, specially designated by Iwata. The thickly padded push-up bra pushed her breasts up as if they were about to burst, and their voluptuousness was clearly visible even through the black dress. The skimpy G-string left her buttocks almost bare, and that sensation constantly reminded her of who she belonged to. She did her makeup so pale it was almost ghastly, but applied a thin layer of reddish eyeshadow around her eyes, creating a fragile impression as if she were about to burst into tears at any moment.

In the stiff atmosphere of the conference room, Yoshino sat across from the audit team, Iwata, and a pale Vice Principal Nagumo. Following the promised signal, she began to spin the lie she had prepared in advance, like unraveling a thread. Her voice was thin and trembling, and her eyes quickly filled with tears.

"The Vice Principal... has always... shown me excessive kindness..."

Pressing a handkerchief to her eyes, she cleverly distorted and testified about what had happened in the Vice Principal's office. She sobbed as she recounted how he had suddenly grabbed her hand, pretended to comfort her to create a strange atmosphere, and how his gaze had been so unpleasant and terrifying. The act was perfect. Her fragile, frightened appearance, and Iwata beside her, trembling his fists in indignation, painted an unquestionable picture of a victim and a guardian to any third party.

Vice Principal Nagumo couldn't utter a single word. He just stared at her blankly with an ashen face, as if trying to understand how the young teacher he had favored could turn into such a monster. His 30 years of teaching and honor were about to crumble effortlessly before her few drops of tears and calculated sobbing. The audit didn't last long. The Board of Education, which valued the school's image, wanted to end the incident quickly, and the tears of a young female teacher exerted a power stronger than any evidence. A few days later, Vice Principal Nagumo received a notice of dismissal for "violation of the duty to maintain dignity." And so, he quietly left the school without being able to offer any defense.

Time passed, and the school gradually got used to Vice Principal Nagumo's absence. His vacant seat remained as it was for a while, but the school without him was practically Iwata's world. And then, a little while later, during the Monday morning assembly where all the students and staff gathered. The principal took the microphone and announced the arrival of the new Vice Principal.

"For the renewal of the students' study atmosphere and the development of the school, we have decided to appoint Mr. Iwata, who has a long career and a clear sense of duty, as the new Vice Principal."

Deafening applause filled the auditorium. Iwata, who stepped up to the podium, looked much neater and more authoritative than before. The fitted navy blue suit and perfectly tied tie spoke of his new status. He cleared his throat once in front of the microphone, then slowly looked over the staff seating area with a gentle smile. His gaze passed over countless faces and stopped precisely at one spot. It was Yoshino.

His gaze was blatant.

'Look. I did it. And you are mine.'

His gaze said so. Receiving that gaze head-on, Yoshino didn't flinch. She was no longer afraid or ashamed. She merely offered a very slight, submissive smile towards the man who had become her new master and accomplice. In this completely rotten kingdom, she was now the Vice Principal's woman.

Iwata's new kingdom was a mix of heavy solid wood furniture, the faint smell of dust, and the lingering body odor of its previous owner, Nagumo. He sank deeply into the plush leather chair and flipped through the newly issued approval documents with satisfaction. Vice Principal. The weight of power those two words bestowed was sweet. There was no one left in this school who could defy his will. He had obtained everything.

Knock, knock. A light but distinct knock was heard. Without taking his eyes off the documents, Iwata raised the corners of his mouth.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Yoshino Fujii walked in. She was no longer a precarious victim. Her walk exuded a subtle confidence, along with the blatant seduction of someone who perfectly recognized her own sexual appeal. Her transformation was starkly evident in her clothes. If she had tried to barely maintain the line as a teacher until a few days ago, she now looked as if she had jumped over that line, openly mocking it.

The thin ivory knit, which didn't just cling tightly to her body but felt almost like skin, looked two sizes too small for her. Because of this, the chest area was stretched to its limit, to the point where the pattern of the bright red lace bra she wore underneath was completely visible. The breasts forcefully pushed up by the thick push-up bra boasted a breathtaking volume, and because the knit was short, just raising her arms slightly exposed her narrow waist and navel. The navy blue ultra-mini skirt she wore on the bottom didn't even cover half of her thighs. It was so short and tight that every time she walked, the bare skin of her buttocks wearing a G-string could be seen twitching vividly through the fabric.

Her makeup had become even bolder, with eyeliner slightly flicked up at the corners of her eyes and glossy, shining cherry-colored lip gloss adding a sensual vitality to her face. She closed the door, locked it from the inside, and approached the front of Iwata's desk with familiar steps. Then, without a word, she knelt before him.

"Seriously... you look spectacular every single day."

Iwata said, clicking his tongue. However, his eyes were glaring with satisfaction.

"Looks like you've completely stopped playing teacher. Well, since you're going to be the Vice Principal's wife, I guess the teacher's job doesn't even catch your eye?"

He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. The crotch of his pants was already bulging uglily.

She was already completely used to this kind of routine. Whenever there was a chance, or whenever Iwata wanted, Yoshino was called to his office. She would crawl under his desk and take care of his sexual desires with her own mouth. Sometimes, even more boldly, they would lock the door and hastily engage in an affair right inside this Vice Principal's office. Without a moment's hesitation, Yoshino slipped into the dark, narrow space under the desk.

She familiarly unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. The musty smell of dust and the smell of sweat drifting from his crotch pierced her nose, but even that smell was familiar now. Yoshino took out his hot dick and put it in her mouth. Then, as if eating the most delicious thing in the world, she began to suck it carefully, moving her tongue and lips.

"Fuu... kuu..."

Iwata's satisfied groans echoed from above the desk. She closed her eyes and focused solely on the act of sucking his dick. This was her role as the new queen of this completely rotten kingdom.

And so, another few months passed. As the seasons changed, the existence of Yoshino Fujii took on a completely different meaning within the school. She was no longer the innocent and passionate new math teacher.

'The Vice Principal's woman'.

That phrase was an inseparable label attached to the front of her name, and the name of the new power she held. The sight of her strutting in and out of the Vice Principal's office in obscene clothes was now an open secret known to everyone, from her fellow teachers to the naive students. No one dared to speak of that fact, but their gazes, filled with contempt, jealousy, and secret curiosity, always followed her back.

Yoshino rather enjoyed all those gazes. Her corruption had now passed the level of crossing the line and reached the point of establishing her own style. Exposing the curves of her body as they were was basic. Blouses that fully revealed her cleavage and knits made of material so thin her underwear showed through became her uniform. The length of her skirts got shorter by the day, to the point where her buttocks wearing a G-string were completely exposed when she walked up the stairs, but she didn't care. Rather, she felt joy listening to the stifled groans of the male students following behind her. No trace of her past innocence could be found on her face. She emphasized her deeply shadowed eyes with smoky makeup, and always wore dark burgundy lipstick that looked as if blood would seep out at any moment.

That afternoon was the same. Iwata was leaning back in the plush Vice Principal's chair, flipping through documents. The taste of power made him even more arrogant and greedy.

Knock, knock.

With a light knock, an innocent-looking female teacher came in. She was a new English teacher who hadn't even been at this school for a month. With a face still full of unrefined purity and nervousness, she respectfully presented the approval documents.

"Vice Principal, please approve the weekly education plan."

The moment Iwata took the documents and held his pen, the new teacher felt something strange. A faint, sweet, and fishy, odd smell drifted from somewhere. And when the Vice Principal leaned forward slightly to sign with his pen, she felt as if the heavy solid wood desk shook very slightly with a clatter. As if someone had bumped into it under the desk. The moment she tilted her head and casually tried to look under the desk, Iwata handed back the signed documents.

"Good work. Keep it up."

She smiled awkwardly, took the documents, and left the Vice Principal's office. As she left and the door closed, Iwata growled low towards the underside of the desk.

In the dark space under the desk, Yoshino crouched in her underwear, having stripped off her blouse and skirt completely. Until just a moment ago, she had been bobbing her head back and forth with Iwata's dick in her mouth. She had only temporarily stopped moving at the appearance of the new teacher.

"You crazy bitch, we almost got caught! I told you to be careful!"

Iwata scolded in a hoarse voice.

Yoshino didn't care about his angry voice and smoothly crawled out from under the desk. Wearing only her bright red lace bra and G-string, she straddled his legs with a nonchalant face. Then, wrapping her arms around his neck, she blew hot breath into his ear.

"It would have been better if we got caught. Don't you think so? If that pure woman had seen the math teacher sucking the Vice Principal's dick under his desk... wouldn't that have been so much fun?"

Her tongue seductively licked his earlobe. At her seductive whisper, Iwata's anger instantly turned into hot lust, and the crotch of his pants began to bulge again.

It was exactly at that moment, when Yoshino's hot breath tickled his ear.

Knock, knock.

Once again, a hesitant knock was heard. And then, a voice that sounded like it was fading away echoed from outside the door.

"...Vice Principal. It's Hayato Tachibana."

The obscene smile on Iwata's face stiffened instantly. He shoved Yoshino's body away and shouted towards the door in an irritated voice.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Hayato Tachibana came in looking shabby. His gaze was fixed on the floor, and his shoulders were slumped. However, the moment his eyes found Yoshino sitting on Iwata's legs in her underwear, his pupils wavered violently. Iwata pointed at the door with his chin.

"Lock it."

Hayato said nothing and turned around like a puppet to turn the lock on the doorknob. The click sounded like the blade of a guillotine determining his fate.

Yoshino looked at Hayato as if looking at a bug. In her eyes, along with contempt, floated a cruel light as if she were enjoying this situation. She began to seduce Iwata even more blatantly, as if showing off in front of him. She grabbed Iwata's tie, pulled him close, and pressed her red lips against his.

"Let's continue, Vice Principal. There's no need to care about trash like that, is there? Didn't you call him here to make him watch?"

Her voice was as sweet as honey, but poison lurked within it.

She got off his legs herself and climbed up to sit on the desk. Then she spread her legs wide and beckoned to Iwata. It was an obvious temptation. Iwata laughed 'Gahaha', stood up from his chair, and approached between her legs. Meanwhile, Hayato, standing in the corner of the Vice Principal's office, took out his smartphone with trembling hands. When he turned on the screen, it was filled with the obscene scene of Yoshino resting her buttocks on the edge of the desk and aligning Iwata's dick with her slit.

The crotch of his pants was already bulging uncontrollably, complaining of a pain that felt like it would burst.

"Fuu!"

Yoshino grabbed Iwata's shoulders and moved her hips herself to take his member deeply.

"Haa...!"

She was no longer a passive bitch. She was perfectly leading this affair. She rotated her hips and pounded her buttocks herself, finding the angle and depth she wanted. The sounds coming from her mouth were no longer stifled groans. The bursting, coquettish cries of a woman fully enjoying pleasure filled the Vice Principal's office.

"Ah! Ahn! R-right there... so good... the Vice Principal's... dick... is the best... ahh!"

Not a single syllable of all this noise leaked out of the Vice Principal's office. As soon as Iwata became Vice Principal, he had spent a large sum of money to have this room treated with top-tier soundproofing. This was now his perfect locked room and castle of pleasure, where no one would interrupt. In time with Yoshino's violent movements, the documents on the desk trembled.

Conscious of Hayato's camera, she swung her hips even more and continued to let out even more obscene sounds.

"I'm cumming! I... I'm going to cum again! Vice Principal, let's... let's cum together!"

Yoshino arched her back like a bow as she screamed. Her slit went into hot spasms and squeezed Iwata's dick, and at that intense stimulation, Iwata also roared and poured his everything deep into her womb. After the sex ended, the two hugged each other, covered in sweat, and breathed heavily.

In the darkness, only the small lens of the smartphone that had captured all these scenes without missing a thing, and the faint silhouette of a single man writhing in desperate pleasure while holding it, could be seen.