Sniper in the Shower (Miyu/Reader from Blue Archive) (Patreon)

Half an hour of spare time.

That wasn't a lot of time to unwind, let alone relax. Alas, circumstances like this were regular in Kivotos—albeit somewhat self-inflicted, for it wasn’t compulsory to answer all the numerous calls for aid from the numerous schools.

But you provided your assistance anyway. After all, being a guiding hand towards your students was your calling card. If it resulted in exhaustion on your part, then that was a sacrifice you were willing to make for them. As their teacher, it was your responsibility.

This morning alone, you had already paid a visit to Trinity, aiding the Make-Up Work Club with an upcoming exam. You raced back to Schale soon after, intending to deal with some paperwork before heading to Millennium to resolve some sort of crisis happening between the Game Development Department and Seminar. You didn't know all the details, but you wagered it had something to do with the former's funding. 

Yuuka, already having been in the area and wanting to ensure your cooperation and presence, had met with you at the entrance to Schale. As gratitude for your cooperation, she offered to take care of the paperwork, suggesting you use the time to unwind a little and relax.

Traditional relaxation wasn't on the table, however. There was a good chance you'd end up falling asleep, and it just wouldn't be fair to do that while one of your students was providing her aid. You felt compelled to be productive in some form.

The compromise you reached internally was to simply take a long shower. The warm water would do wonders to your aching bones, preparing you for the afternoon ahead—and it would feel incredible too. It was a task you needed to do at some point anyway, and while you could quickly hop in and out, you could justify the length by how refreshed it would make you feel.

By the time you reached your bathroom, you were genuinely feeling excited. When was the last time you were able to actually enjoy a shower? You weren't sure, but this was not an opportunity you were going to waste. 

You stripped, pulled back the door to the cubicle, and stepped inside with haste, grateful that you had such a luxurious shower to enjoy. It was of a considerable size with more than enough room for multiple people, and there was even an elevated section to use whenever an individual wanted to just sit down and enjoy the water—or clean the legs without fear of losing one's balance, of course. It was certainly a little much for a singular person, but you were going to enjoy it nevertheless.

Befitting a shower of its size, there were a range of options on the dials to configure the temperature and strength of the water, among a few other miscellaneous details such as the speed at which the water warmed up. You never messed with those minor aspects much, believing the default settings were already perfect, though you did notice that they had been tinkered with.

“Um…”

That in itself wasn't unusual; lately, you had been lending the use of your shower to SRT’s RABBIT Platoon. That being said, you did recall advising them not to use this particular shower, but rather the showers located in Schale’s Residence Hall. A few weeks back, Moe had taken her sweet time in this particular shower when you desperately needed to take one, and that delay almost made sure you were late to a subsequent meeting.

Therefore, it was a little bizarre to see the settings so tinkered with, especially with how outrageously turned some of these notches were; the hot water was set to a temperature only enjoyable by those who liked scalding temperatures, and to make matters worse, it would come out with extraordinary haste. It was a recipe for a disastrous burn, essentially. Was this meant to be a crude prank… or perhaps the work of Gematria? 

“U-Um… Sensei…”

It was amusing to think about that organization interfering with your responsibilities by messing with your shower. The thought made you scoff amusingly as you began adjusting the dials to your liking, but before you could turn on the shower, the lightest tap against your back caused you to shiver unexpectedly.

A touch so faint would usually never be noticed, but considering you were in a private shower, the feeling felt unbelievably prominent.

Instincts kicked in and you subconsciously turned around—and immediately, you really wished you hadn’t. 

Somehow, somehow—you were not alone.

How you had failed to notice this was an astonishing blunder on your part, though this person was notorious for having a terrifying lack of presence. 

“M-Miyu?! W-What are you… why are you…??” 

You acted quickly, blocking your vision with your arm while covering up your privates with your other hand. Miraculously, you had managed to avoid catching a glimpse at anything you weren’t supposed to see, and all you could do was hope that she had done the same.

“...S-Sensei…” Miyu sounded understandably distressed, but as she continued, you began to hear… genuine disappointment. I-I never thought I would be… insignificant enough to not be noticed—even here…” 

It was difficult at times to avoid feeding Miyu’s insecurity about how forgotten she felt; she was quieter than the rest of her group, and that wasn’t just referring to her voice, either. The sounds of her footsteps? Practically non-existent. Her breathing? Barely audible even when right up against her! 

Nonetheless, could you really be blamed for not noticing her here?

This was your private bathroom—your private shower, even! 

It wasn’t even turned on! Was she just… standing here?

“Miyu, t-that’s not what I…” you paused and swallowed, uncertain how to adequately apologize in this bizarre scenario. Therefore, you shifted gears towards learning some much-needed answers. “Look—why are you here?!”

“...I wanted to take a shower,” she mumbled. “Everyone else has said the shower here is amazing… and I wanted to give it a try.”

That was reasonable. Miyako, Saki, and Moe all tried to sneakily take showers here without letting anyone else in the platoon discover that they had given in to Schale’s offerings. Naturally, their individual yet shared plans ended up backfiring, prompting them to all acknowledge that they had sacrificed a little of their integrity so they didn’t have to rely on their barrels to bathe.

Miyu had only decided to take that same step today, it seemed. That explained why she had chosen this particular shower—she wasn’t aware there were others to use in the residential area. 

It did NOT explain something else, however.

“Miyu,” you tried to speak calmly—and it was hard. You effectively had a naked girl with you in the shower. If Yuuka were to realize something was happening here… well, it wouldn’t lead to anything good. On the bright side, you had not given in to any temptation and you were keeping your eyes firmly shut. That was good! It hindered the effectiveness of those brewing, troublesome thoughts. “...why isn’t the shower turned on?”

Miyu squealed embarrassingly, and if you were able to see her expression, she would doubtlessly be gazing to the side with a defeated look.

“...I, uhm…” she murmured. “...c-couldn’t figure out how to turn it on…”

Right.

That made… a lot of sense, actually. There were dials galore and too many buttons to count. It was a shower that offered honestly too many options, so it was no wonder it had overwhelmed her.

“...t-then you walked in, a-and I just… f-froze…”

This was ridiculous.

But more importantly, resolvable.

All you had to do was carefully instruct her how to use the shower—without opening your eyes.

Then you could carefully maneuver your way out of the shower—without opening your eyes.

Finally, you could put your clothes back on and leave—and then you could open your eyes.

It sounded very good on paper, but there would be problems after that.

“Sensei?” Yuuka would ask. “Why is the shower on but you’re out here?”

“Uh…” you would answer, not sure how to justify your strange actions.

Yuuka would then promptly investigate and discover that another student had beaten you to the shower. That was fine, right? She would just assume that you had entered the bathroom, learned that somebody was already in there, and left, right? No harm done.

“...Why were you in there for a few minutes before leaving, Sensei?” Yuuka would ask. “Why didn’t you leave immediately? Why was the shower not on until just before you left?”

Those would be some trouble questions to answer.

…and you couldn’t just ask Miyu to leave either! That would be worse!

“Sensei, why did a student just leave the bathroom while you were still in there?” Yuuka would ask. 

Miyu’s inability to figure out an advanced shower—which was by no means her fault, these things really were ridiculous—had led you to a ‘damned if you do, damned if you don’t’ situation.

But there was always a third path! It was a mix of both options, and while it was a bit of a boring route, it would be the safest. All you had to do was leave the shower, but not the bathroom. Miyu could shower while you faced away, and once she was done, you would instruct her to remain there for a few moments, giving you time to leave Schale with Yuuka.

It was perfect.

“Sensei…” Miyu spoke up before you could. “Uhm, this… this shower is big enough for the both of us, s-so… if we just… turn our backs, w-we can shower t-together…”

There was a fourth path all along, apparently—and it was a scary one.

Even more so considering Miyu was the one to suggest it.

“I…” you were a little too flabbergasted to respond immediately, but you managed to collect your thoughts after a few shiver-inducing seconds of silence. “Miyu, we… can’t do that, and I’m sure you understand why.”

“I t-trust you, Sensei…” Miyu had decided that she was going to be bold, apparently. “That’s why… I know you will r-refrain from doing anything s-strange…”

Okay. Not bold. Just very trusting.

Which was… good…?

You were happy to hear she trusted you to such a degree—and you had no doubts you would not betray it either.

But even if nothing happened… that wouldn’t necessarily be true. The act of just… being there, and showering—alongside your student… that would account for something.

…and yet, the more you thought about it, the more you contemplated the suggestion. You would not turn around. She would not either. You wouldn’t speak of this day, and neither would she. 

Besides, it would be strange if you left the bathroom without looking cleaner. 

“A-Alright,” you gave in, trying your best to ignore your thumping heart. The adrenaline was intense, but once you felt the soothing water against your skin, everything would be okay. “Let me adjust these dials first, okay?”

“...O-Okay…”

If there was any merit to Miyu’s ghostly presence, it was that you could, for once, easily forget she was even here. That was your hope, at least. It wasn’t a particular nice wish to have, but a necessary one for this situation—and your sanity. 

You adjusted the settings and soon turned on the shower, the subsequent sound of the running water far eclipsing any noise Miyu could make. You didn’t have to worry about Yuuka hearing something strange, at least. 

Be that as it may, you did hear an adorable squeal escape her lips as the hot water struck her skin. The showerhead, while designed for the use of one person, was large enough to somewhat compensate two… so long as both parties stayed relatively close to the center.

You breathed heavily, soon recalling that showers required more than just warm water. Fortunately, all the various brands one could ask for were present within the shower, located on that elevated area for safekeeping. 

“...Miyu, I’m passing back some body wash and shampoo,” you informed her, carefully reaching down to grab them before reaching your hands back. “D-Do you need anything else?”

“N-No…” she mumbled, the weight of the products dispersing once she retrieved them.“T-That’s f-f-fine…”

Her answer was relieving; you were aware girls preferred using a wide range of products for their hair and body, but somebody like Miyu didn’t appear to be as fussy. It made sense; there was no point getting used to anything fancy when she lived in a park and often relied on expired bentos for her meals. The core essentials would suffice.

While you were glad she seemed to be doing alright, you couldn’t get that stutter of hers out of your head. It was bad. Frankly, it was miraculous yours wasn’t just as terrible. Of course, while things appeared fine externally, you could not say the same internally. Your thoughts were a jumbled up, chaotic mess.

You were showering with your student.

No “but”s, no “Well, actually…”s , no “Technically…”s. 

You were showing.

With a student.

With Miyu.

It didn’t matter whether or not anything inappropriate was truly happening. Her mere presence here? That alone made things wrong.

You knew this… and yet you accepted her proposal.

Perhaps it would have been best to be honest with Yuuka about what was happening. Miyu would have reinforced your claim—assuming she wasn’t still a stuttering mess.

Alas, it was too late to turn back now. The best you could do was avoid turning around.

For the next several minutes, you focused on cleansing your body, focusing intensely on every single individual part. The more you thought about showering, and whether you had scrubbed something enough, or if you had used enough bodywash… the better!

The objective was simple.

Do not think about how Miyu was standing next to you completely naked.

…

Welp.

That wasn’t good.

You were a good teacher, having made a vow to never do anything to your students that would be out of your jurisdiction, to put it safely. 

But you were a man, and sometimes, the mind wandered. Typically, those thoughts were controllable.

Right now, however?! 

It was unbearable.

How had a shower turned into the most difficult thing imaginable? 

You could feel your body reacting—your willpower simply not strong enough. Your only solace was that she was facing away from you, and that you were still strong enough mentally to avoid taking a peek.

But unintentional touches… those were a different story.

Miyu’s elbow lightly tapped against your back, causing you to shudder.

“S-Sorry…” Miyu immediately apologized. “I d-didn’t mean to…”

“I-I know, it’s, ah… fine…” you put to rest her concerns. It was an accident. Little things like that? No problem.

Except when they kept happening.

For somebody usually so good at remaining still whenever she needed to take a precise shot, this girl was one heck of a fidgeter while she showered.

Next up was the back of her foot hitting your lower leg, then it was her elbow again, and then it was her hair, and then it was her elbow again.

“S-Sensei… I’m… really sorry…” she genuinely sounded distraught about these accidental intersections. “I-I’m just… ah… t-trying to wash my b-back, a-and it’s hard with h-how little room w-we have, a-and…”

“I-It’s okay, Miyu,” you reassured her. “I’ve been struggling to reach my back too, haha…”

A little light humor to, well, lighten the situation.

That was your intent.

Alas, intention did not always align with interpretation.

For a few moments, there was silence, and you safely assumed Miyu had resumed whatever she was doing.

But then, she spoke up.

“S-Sensei…”

It was a word you were very used to hearing from her, but this time, it sounded… strange, like there was a certain quiver to her voice that wasn’t present before, even in this kind of situation. 

“Y-Yes…?”

“W-Would…” she spoke… and then she paused. You contemplated encouraging her to continue, but you remained silent; the last thing you wanted was to put pressure on her! Eventually, however, she did resume—and you really wished she hadn’t. “W-Would you, u-uhm… w-want me to… h-help you w-w-w-wash y-y-your b-b-back…?”

Miyu followed up her suggestion with an embarrassed squeal, like she was chastising herself for saying such a thing rather than feeling pride for speaking her mind.

“M-Miyu, I…”

You didn’t know what to say.

Internally, the answer was obvious: No! Nope! Never! 

But hearing somebody like her suggest something like that… well, it was bound to make anybody speechless for a while.

“I-It i-isn’t inappropriate…” she added. “I-I just w-want to h-help… b-because you’ve… a-always helped m-me…”

You have helped her a lot, and for a good reason—it was your responsibility.

Never did you ask for anything in return, and if you ever were to inquire about some possible compensation—not that you would—this kind of thing would be far, far down the list.

Unfortunately, your inability to refute her proved to be your downfall. Miyu decided to interpret your silence positively, as if she had just dispelled your only concern with her supplemental comment. Both hands soon rested upon your back, and though they were shivering despite the hot water, she managed to gather her bearings enough to begin washing your back. 

It felt… nice.

Really nice, actually.

The contrast between the gel and the smoothness of her hands against your rougher back… felt heavenly.

For a moment, you embraced this newfound serenity, forgetting who was responsible for providing this extraordinary pleasure in the first place.

Even when you did somewhat snap back to reality, your ensuing words did not exactly convince her to stop.

“M-Miyu… you… ahh…”

If anything, it encouraged her to continue. 

Not only was she helping you with some tough-to-reach spots, but now she knew that it was making you feel good! To a student that wanted nothing more than to repay their teacher, this was a phenomenal thing to discover.

“S-Sensei…” she sounded just as mesmerized as you were. “S-See…? I-It’s not inappropriate…”

What wasn’t appropriate was the raging hard-on that had spawned as a result of her touch. Though what you were experiencing wasn’t sexual pleasure, it was nevertheless the softness of a very naked girl, and that was a fact you could never ignore.

The situation worsened—depending on who you asked—when she decided to lean closer, ultimately resting her entire soapy body against your back. You hadn’t the faintest idea why she decided to do this. Her hands would have sufficed, but it seemed she figured she could accomplish more by, well, using more than just her hands.

Either that, or she craved your touch just as much as you were beginning to crave her. The purring you could hear seemed to signify as such.

Washing your back was one thing, but this?

This wasn’t even that. 

She was a rabbit who had found something warm and comforting to rest her body against… and she did not want to leave. That wasn’t good; her little stunt meant you could even feel her breasts against your back as well.

Miyu was by no means well-endowed, but she had boobs nevertheless and you could feel them—and her hardened nipples—against a back that you had just learned was more sensitive than you believed it would be. 

Fortunately, your unexpected shower buddy was a short girl; that meant she could not peer her head over your shoulder and learn a fascinating yet terrifying truth. 

But a pair of adventurous hands wrapping around your waist and accidentally nudging something hard? 

That would do it.

“S-Sensei…” Miyu mumbled into your back. “I s-said… n-no i-inappropriateness…”

It was challenging to figure out whether she was genuinely scolding you.

At first.

A hand shakily wrapping itself around your cock, however, made her intentions completely clear without a doubt.

Miyu was turned on.

“M-Miyu… you c-can’t…”

Fuck.

This wasn’t good.

Her hand… felt sublime. 

Soft. Unbelievably. Warm. Incredibly.

It was… 

…No, you couldn’t let her do this. She was your student.

“W-Well…” Miyu was as quiet as ever, and yet, her voice had never sounded so prominent. “I-It’s not i-inappropriate… i-if I-I’m just… h-helping to c-clean it…”

Miyu promptly proved that her frightening justification wasn't just empty words. Her gel-filled hand clutched your member and began sliding up and down, her pace slow but steady as foam surrounded the entirety of your shaft.

You were grateful for her slower cadence; you were not confident your heart could withstand anything faster.

Although you knew it was your responsibility to put a stop to this… it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist with every passing second. You could feel all that stress just… melting away.

The constant travelling to other schools, and helping out so many students with their issues, and getting up to so much insanity… it was all exciting and fulfilling! Even so, you could not deny that sometimes aspects of your work were stressful, and you were already far surpassing your limits for the sake of your students. 

Those rare moments of serenity and order—where you could actually sit back and do nothing—were always incredible. You could rest your weary bones, think about little, and actually breathe.

…and yet… Miyu feeling you up felt like it was worth a hundred of those moments. It understandably didn’t offer much in the whole ‘getting to breathe’ part, but everything else was superb.

Though you knew deep down that it was wrong to do so… you embraced how sublime you were feeling. Miyu’s hand was shaky and she didn’t really know what she was doing, but she didn’t need to—not when the simple sensation of her softness against your sensitive shaft was the most surreal thing in the world. 

“S-Sensei… y-you’re hard…”

Comments like that did not help. 

You gazed down, the mere sight of her tiny hand clutching your cock intoxicating your defeated mine further. The hot water from above augmented how everything felt to an unprecedented degree, leaving you in a state of tranquility for some time.

Miyu, much to her credit, was happy to keep at it. Alas, your trance could not last forever, for you soon recalled that you had places to be and as much as you wanted to stay here longer, you couldn’t.

It had been about fifteen minutes so far. That meant you had fifteen minutes left. Frankly, it wasn’t nearly enough time, but you weren’t going to waste what precious moments you had left. 

You spun around unexpectedly, the notion causing Miyu to squeal, and your eyes were drawn quickly to her expression. Her fluster was strong and rosy, and your swift spin hadn’t given her time to wipe away the drool leaking from her mouth. Your gaze did not remain on her face forever, for you instead decided to take a look at the beautiful body that had been refrained from looking upon.

She looked just about how you expected her to look, honestly, and that was a very good thing. Slim, small-chested, and a pair of squeezable thighs. You couldn’t ask for more than that. Miyu was somebody who looked ‘cute’ whenever you saw her ordinarily, but now that you could see her without any clothes, you were thrilled to discover she had been hiding an erotic body. You felt honored that she was willing to show it to you.

“Miyu,” you spoke as sternly as you could. “I want you to keep cleaning me.”

Your shower-buddy looked away nervously for a moment, but she soon regained her lust-fueled courage. “O-OK…”

Miyu reached out a hand, but she exhaled when you stopped her approach. 

“Not with your hand,” you told her. “With your mouth.”

“W-With my… ahhhh…”

“It’s not inappropriate,” you played around with that little excuse she had used. “You’re just helping me clean, aren’t you?” 

To think—you were instructing one of your students to do such a thing!

It was an astonishing rush.

You soon sat on the elevated area, making room for her to sit beside you so she could follow through with your proposal. Instead, she decided to answer your call a little differently, but you weren’t against her subverting your expectations.

Miyu approached you and instead lowered her body until she was resting on her knees, taking hold of your manhood while she looked up at you intently—her expression radiating eagerness, caution, and a whole mirage of sensations in-between. Ultimately, however, the winning feeling was lust.

“S-Sensei…” Miyu looked like she was ready to say something, but once her eyes flickered forward and saw how you were throbbing in anticipation, something awakened in her that changed her mind. You were not mentally prepared for her to lunge forward and bombard your cock with a barrage of kisses and licks—but you were not against it. 

How long had she harbored these feelings towards you? How long had she been suppressing them? The precise answer was unclear, but it was obvious it had been a while. There was no doubt Miyu had been craving this interaction with how lustfully she performed, making you ponder whether this whole shower situation was an expertly crafted scheme of hers—or an unfortunate scenario that she had turned, well, fortunate.

There wasn’t much time to think beyond that, however. Miyu intensified her assault, and that intensified how incredible you were feeling. She worked her way up and down your shaft, using her lips and tongue to ‘clean’.

Of course, she hadn’t forgotten your precise instructions. You wanted her to use her mouth, and soon enough, that was what she did. There was a moment of hesitation at the beginning, like clarity had momentarily hit her, but it did not last long when faced against the need she had for you. 

You watched, awestruck at how she gobbled up your head and experimented with how much else she could take in. Another inch wasn’t too bad, but she struggled with the second, and then found her limits with the third. Though she wasn’t able to reach the base, there was no shame in what she had accomplished.

There was no going back after this. 

If things had ended before this, you could maybe, maybe get over it—perhaps using her excuse to literally gaslight yourself into thinking you had done nothing wrong. Maybe.

Well, there wasn’t any point in thinking about that anymore. If that hadn’t been the line, this was.

One of your precious students was currently feasting on your cock—like her life depended on it, no less.

“Miyu… this feels amazing…” you commended her vocally, her lust-filled eyes looking up in acknowledgement as she began steadily bobbing her head back and forth. Watching somebody so adorable perform something so erotic was as terrifying as it was thrilling, and yet, you could not help but just watch. 

Miyu was giving it her absolute all, refusing to let anything stop her. Resting her knees on such a hard surface was doubtlessly uncomfortable for her, though you couldn’t forget that she was a sniper. No matter the circumstances around her, she always made her shot, and it was clear that tunnel-vision aspect to her skillset translated wonderfully to dicksucking.

Her hands did not remain idle; one made its way to your base, stimulating the lower area she could not reach, while another tended to your balls. She played with them carefully but playfully, the realization at what she instinctively doing drowning her mind with even more lust. 

This time, Miyu was the one in the trance, focusing on nothing but making you feel good.

…and well, she was doing a really, really good job. 

So good, in fact, that you were shockingly close. Her handjob—followed up by this fantastic blowjob—had brought you close to the edge in a record-breaking time. There was no consistency in what she was doing in the slightest, having not completely identified what made you feel the greatest… but there didn’t need to be any of that.

Everything felt unparalleled, and you couldn’t ask for pleasure greater than this.

“M-Miyu… I-I’m close…”

You half-expected your warning to almost snap her out of it, but instead, it encouraged her. Miyu resumed experimenting with how much she could take, and though it was a struggle on her end—unbelievable euphoria on yours—she actually managed to take in another inch. Her nose wasn’t far from touching your skin, and it made you wonder whether she could accomplish such a feat next time.

Next time.

This wasn’t going to be the end of this; there would be a next time. The floodgates had been opened mentally—and they weren’t far from opening physically either.

Miyu detected the slightest shivers in your body and knew what was about to happen, gazing up at you one last time, her eyes speaking the words she couldn’t.

“Cum inside my mouth, Sensei…”

Your imagination did the trick. Upon placing your hands on her head, you came, your body and voice shuddering as pleasure so intense that it threatened your consciousness erupted throughout your body. Nevertheless, you withstood, not wanting to risk accidentally pulling away and denying your precious student her award. 

Miyu never backed away even as you pumped load after load into her mouth, and though she looked beautiful doing such a deed, you weren’t oblivious to the sight of her throat swallowing everything you had poured into her. After a few moments, she pulled away—slowly, but surely, as if she wasn’t certain whether she wanted to depart from her new addiction.

“M-Miyu… wow… I…”

As pleasure began to dwindle, clarity flared up to replace it, and you weren’t happy with its presence nor what it entailed.

You had just told your student to suck your cock… and then you just came in her mouth!

That wasn’t—

“S-Sensei…” Miyu interrupted your volatile thoughts, the need in her expression very much still present. Though you should have felt something resembling regret for making her look that way… you felt nothing—nothing but arousal, that is. Miyu’s subsequent actions aided that reawakening. “P-Please stand up…”

You did as you were told, figuring she just wanted to sit down and rest or something. 

She did not sit down.

Instead, she leaned and rested her hands upon the elevated area, purposefully sticking out her butt, her face glowing with need. 

“P-Please, Sensei…”

Miyu didn’t need to elaborate; you knew precisely what she wanted.

The view she offered was what ultimately brought your cock back to full mast. You had observed her body earlier, recognising that she pretty much met the expectations you had for her.

But that was just her front.

Behind, however, was a different story.

Miyu had a very nice ass.

It looked soft, a little plump, and was a joy to squeeze once your hands subconsciously found their way to it. You suddenly couldn’t fault that bird for using it as a resting spot when you went training with her a few months back. Honestly, you felt a little foolish for not realizing it sooner.

Most importantly, however—Miyu was soaking wet.

It wasn’t the shower that had done that. 

Though the height difference proved a little troublesome to manage, it was resolvable enough by bending your knees a little. Was it the most comfortable position to be in? Of course not. Was it absolutely worth what was about to happen? Absolutely.

You soon positioned your cock against her folds, the intersection alone causing her to quiver and wail both excitedly and a little frighteningly.

“If it hurts, let me know, okay?” you told her, her nod slow and delayed, for she was more focused on bracing herself for the euphoria she craved.

This was it, wasn’t it? The true point of no return. You were about to take the virginity of one of your students.

And how did you feel about this momentous occasion and decision?

You felt elevated.

Satisfied she was ready, you began to push, her pussy proving difficult to break into—but not impossible. Miyu soon accepted your advance, your head slipping inside as she shivered, though nothing suggested she was feeling discomfort. Taking hold of her hips, you continued pushing inside, doing so with the utmost care—as tempting as it was to just shove everything inside within an instant.

There would be an opportunity for that after you had fucked her a few times.

Though the shower’s volume was boisterous, you could just about make out the heavy breathing of your new lover. It was almost a cause for concern, but when she gazed back once again and you saw how her face alone was pleading with you to continue, you knew there was no reason to be worried. 

You finally reached her depths, pausing momentarily to give her—and yourself—a moment to breathe. The warmth enveloping your manhood was intense, as too was how strongly her insides were squeezing it. It was a wondrous sight too, for her butt was now resting against your crotch—proof you had completely sheathed everything inside her. 

It felt phenomenal, and that sensation alone almost encouraged you to remain stationary and just relish in the feeling. However, your time was limited, and you didn't want it to run out until you had completely satisfied her. To do that, you had to give precisely what she desired. 

Miyu reacted well as you pulled out, her humming gentle and prolonged. It was incredible that somebody who was usually so shy would be the one to initiate something like this, and it was even more astonishing that she didn't seem hindered by having sex for the first time. With that in mind, you exercised less caution by slamming your hips forward, the resulting pressure causing an adorable moan to leak from her lips.

You loved hearing it, and you knew precisely how to hear it again. Firmly grasping her hips, you began building up a rhythm, watching closely for any sign that it was too much for her.

But it never was.

Miyu continued to let out the cutest sounds as you pounded away at her insides, the enhanced pace and strength you put into every subsequent thrust causing her to tighten up in return. This forced you to put more energy into your movements, but you weren't against this sudden challenge when it also augmented how good it felt.

How good she felt too. Miyu was having the time of her life, as indicated by how she was unable to hold back her voice. The warmth within was exceptional as well, and the way her pussy approvingly squeezed your dick was the cherry on top. Simply put, it was divine.

It was mind-boggling how Miyu was the one to crack your shell, and then completely break it. So many other students had been a little too close with you before, but you had held back. 

But you had let your guard down around this one, falsely assuming she was a bundle of innocence. She certainly seemed that way ordinarily, but now you knew she was naughty.

She even liked it rough.

It was still wild to think that, and that she had taken your cock as if this was second nature to her. Miyu was a strong girl, and something like this was nothing to her.

The more you thought about that, the more you realized you should have expected such an outcome. After all, these students were girls who could take bullets and brush them off as if they were a flick of the finger. Their halos provided endurance, and that seemingly applied to losing one's virginity too.

…Hm..

Maybe you were taking it too easy on her. Perhaps something like this wasn't enough.

“S-Sensei…” she managed to let out, noticing your thinking had slowed down your motions a tad. “P-Please… m-more…”

Miyu’s insides were extraordinarily tight and you already suspected they would be troublesome to breach and pound at the speed she truly desired.

That didn’t mean it was impossible, of course.

It would just be a challenge on your end, and you had overcome many of those for your precious students. This situation, as unorthodox as it was, would be no exception to that rule.

Grasping her hips firmly, you gathered your strength and pushed in fiercely, not stopping until you had bottomed out inside her. Every step of the way, Miyu’s breathing worsened—and that was good. Upon feeling your tip brushing up against the entrance, she shivered for a good while, the pressure undoubtedly fantastic but also too fantastic. 

Miyu hadn’t chosen the best position for this either. She was bent over a little too much, and while you doubted she minded that, it wasn’t doing her any favors with how much she was quivering.

It was a good thing you had a solution in mind.

Kivotos students, while powerful, still weighed the same as any other person. In Miyu’s case, her petite figure, slimness, and height all made certain she didn’t weigh much at all. You took advantage of that fact, wrapping your arms around her stomach and lifting her up instead.

“S-S-Sensei… w-what a-are you…?”

Miyu was left literally dangling, her arms and legs close to touching the surface, but denied any footing. Though it would have been entertaining to pound away at her while she was like this, you had grown quite fond of her breathing and wanted to hear her adorable noises more prominently. For that reason, you slid your arms further up her body and pulled back, stabilizing her upper body by giving her yours to rest against. 

Miyu, having not anticipated your impromptu actions whatsoever, was left in a state of pleasure-filled shock. Miyu reacted hastily, doing whatever she could to balance her body by reaching one arm behind her and around the back of your neck, while the other gripped your shoulder. Her legs, still dangling, found support by somewhat wrapping around yours. 

In a way, she was like a prey caught by its predator. 

Then again, prey tended to look frightful—not completely drunk on how dominant and rough their predator was being with them. 

“I got you, Miyu,” you held her closely, whispering into her ear, magnifying her current shudder.

“S-Sensei…”  Miyu sounded very out of it, and you could not blame her; you had just lifted her up suddenly while she had your cock wedged deep inside her pussy. It was no wonder! “G-Give me a warning if you’re g-gonna do that…”

Her scolding was rightfully earned; you had acted quite spontaneously—but the results were very worth it. While this position meant you couldn’t enjoy her butt as much, you were happy to have front-row seats towards the intricate details of her expression. The eyes, the faint smile, and the blush… you loved them all.

Of course, you hadn’t forgotten that you were in the middle of fucking her. With this new position, you were in control of everything—and you did not hesitate to begin pounding away at her pussy.

Miyu was still tight—and her insides were somehow hotter than they were before. The heat was honestly eclipsing the shower, but by no means that did that stop you from fucking her frantically. Your new lover was left in her most intense trance left, unable to do anything but moan, moan, and moan—and they sounded even sweeter when your hands moved up to her small boobs and began playing with them.

“S-S-Sheennnsheeeiii…”

She could barely speak.

…and you loved it.

You were seeing expressions that only you would ever get to see, and you were making sure to burn them in your memory.

Not that it particularly mattered either way; you’d certainly be seeing them very frequently from now on. 

Even when you constantly pushed up against her womb, Miyu continued to let out the most astonishing noises, and it was all music to your ears. The pressure of your thrusts were doubtlessly the most intense sensations she had ever experienced, but that was precisely why she loved it. 

Perhaps Miyu too needed some time to unwind too—a break from all the shenanigans in her platoon and the intense concentration and expectations that came from her role as their sniper. In some twisted way, you were still fulfilling your responsibility as her teacher.

“S-S-Shhheeeennnsheeeeiii… I… aaaahhhh…”

It was a miracle Miyu could still speak, let alone function. 

Alas, it was becoming apparent she couldn’t remain that way for much longer. Her voice was growing weaker, and when that was followed up by her insides dramatically tightening up, you knew what was happening. Miyu let out her shakiest wail yet, her orgasm hitting her right as you pushed up against her womb’s entrance. The sensation was beyond overwhelming for her, but that was precisely why it was so brilliant to watch and listen to. 

…and you weren’t far from joining her. It couldn’t be overstated enough how dramatically her climax was making her tighten up, hindering your motions, but amplifying how warm she felt. Be that as it may, you were just about able to hold on, wanting to cherish this feeling for as long as possible.

As Miyu’s orgasm began to dissipate, you figured it was best to give this girl’s weakened body some better support. You also wanted to see how pleasured she looked directly, and you easily achieved this by carefully spinning her around. Miyu barely reacted at first, though soon clutched your shoulders and wrapped her quivering legs around your back, resting her head below your neck. 

“Miyu,” you called to her, making sure she was still conscious first. After a few moments, she looked up, and she looked beautifully terrifying. 

“S-Shhheenseei…”

Miyu looked… fulfilled. 

Bashfulness was still present in droves, but the sheer happiness she felt towards being safely in your arms couldn’t be understated. The lightest smile formed on her lips, and seeing it meant everything. 

Unfortunately, such an adorable expression couldn’t last forever.

“I’m not done with you yet, Miyu.”

Miyu immediately shivered. She knew what you truly meant by that; you weren’t going to stop until you came too—and you weren’t going to pull out either. 

Confident she had a strong grasp on your body, you resumed pounding away at her, using her squishy butt as your personal support. In response, Miyu clung onto you even more firmly, her moans trembling just as much as she was. She had undoubtedly not expected you to continue so soon after she had climaxed, and that meant her sensitivity was still extraordinarily high. 

It was arguably a little cruel to keep at it while she was in such an elevated, overwhelmed state. Fortunately, Miyu didn’t have to withstand the pressure for much longer. You were dangerously close, and as much as you wanted this moment to last forever, time was just not on your side. 

“Miyu…” you whispered into her ear, your hot breath sending a shiver down her spine that was so intense it made her giggle a little. “I’m going to cum.”

You didn’t expect a response; you just wanted to tell her—to see how she’d react.

Surprisingly, she did respond, and though her voice had never sounded so distorted, you were elated to hear what she had to say.

“Innnshiiideee~”

A few thrusts later, and you were finally there, pushing deep inside one last time before you fulfilled her wish. Miyu’s grasp on your body intensified as she felt the warmth of your seed fill her up, a few more moans escaping her lips before she completely ran out of breath, her noises instead becoming mesmerized crackles. 

Your orgasm was intense, and though feeling it while supporting her weight wasn’t doing your shaky legs any favors, you persevered—all for the sake of filling her up completely. The pleasure was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and though the euphoria vanished as quickly as it struck, you took comfort in the knowledge that you would experience it again. 

Suffice to say, this was only the beginning of this newfound relationship with Miyu. Things could never be the same after this. Deep down, you weren’t completely sure what your opinion on that was, but you didn’t have much time left to contemplate.

You gently pulled out and lowered Miyu onto her feet, but her shivering led her back into your arms. The heat of the shower served as a perfect cleanser for the degeneracy, washing away the sweat you had both accumulated. Evidence for your naughty deed leaked between her legs, dripping down to the floor; fortunately, this was the best place to eliminate such evidence.

All in all, you felt phenomenal. The warmth… the softness of her body against yours… it truly felt like your stress had melted away.

How you wished you could stay like this forever.

“Sensei? Are you alright in there?”

The sound of a feminine voice that was distinctly not Miyu snapped you back to reality. Yuuka was calling out to you from outside the bathroom, and that meant you had reached your deadline.

“S-Sorry, yeah!” you called out hastily, praying she wouldn’t find your tone suspicious. “Just lost track of time.”

“Ah, well, that’s okay—there’s been a change of plans anyway,” Yuuka responded, her voice suggesting she was a little frustrated. “Yuzu requested the meeting be postponed; I’d usually not accept such a request, but I know you’ve been busy lately, so…”

That was kind. She didn’t need to do that for your sake. In any ordinary situation, you would have reassured her that she didn’t need to consider your busy schedule a factor. 

Of course, these were not usual circumstances.

“Oh! I, uh, see,” you answered back, breathing heavily. “Well, thank you, Yuuka.”

“I’ll be heading back to Millennium now,” Yuuka added. “I’ll send you a message when I have a new date for the meeting.”

“Understood. Thank you.”

You breathed in heavily, and the subsequent exhale that left your lips felt magnificent.

This meant your evening was now freed up.

Which meant…

“S-Sensei…” Miyu whispered, having recuperated her voice somewhat. “T-They were right, heehee~”

You hadn’t the faintest idea what Miyu was talking about. Had the spontaneous sex turned her silly?

Thankfully, she soon elaborated, and you soon learned a fascinating truth.

“E-Everybody else i-in the p-platoon,” she mumbled. “T-They said… s-showers with Sensei a-are the best…”

Hm.

Unless these girls had miraculously manufactured or acquired a weapon that could wipe another’s memory, this was news to you.

“Uhm, Miyu…” you weren’t keen about correcting her like this, but it had to be done. “They don’t shower with me. They use my showers. I think… you might have misheard.”

Miyu had been faintly giggling for a while, but her laughter soon came to a sudden halt.

“Oh.”

Miyu’s eyes shifted to the side, her expression appearing like you had just told her she was about to die.

You did feel a little guilty… but she had just admitted that she had lied to you. The story about not being able to turn on the shower—well, honestly, you could still see there being some partial truth to that—but there was undoubtedly some ulterior motives mixed in there. 

Honestly, you had to commend the tenacity; you could have easily decided to just… not shower today. Would she have remained there all night? How long had she actually been there before you discovered her?

They were questions you’d get answers to eventually, but ultimately, you couldn’t complain about how things had ended up.

Luckily, her distraught expression did not last.

“S-So that means…” she muttered. “Only I have… w-with Sensei…”

You swallowed. “W-Well, yeah.”

A warm smile soon formed on her lips, confidence and pride swelling up inside her as she realized she had followed through with something that none of her companions had done. 

“Heh…” she chuckled. “T-That… m-makes me happy… a-and n-now that you don’t have to g-go anywhere… w-we can…”

Miyu paused. For a moment, you believed her sudden courage had vanished, but she soon proved you wrong upon grasping your cock, the softness of her hands already doing their magic towards rejuvenating your arousal.

“...w-we can… continue…”

Miyu’s smile had never looked so beautiful, yet so frightening.

This was going to be a long shower.