Romance of the Disaster (Hiyori/Reader from Blue Archive) (Patreon)

Today was supposed to be just another day at Schale.

Of course, “another day” wasn’t ever synonymous with uneventful; every day was always vastly different from the last, usually involving some sort of crisis to resolve. Your job here demanded much, but there was no greater reward than seeing your students grow and blossom.

Be that as it may, a spontaneous trip to the beach was quite the oddity. It wouldn’t be the first time you had headed to such a location as part of your work, but the planning and packing required typically meant you had a date to work with in advance. 

Regardless, it mattered not; a student was in a crisis, and you were the person they had decided to reach out to. 

You surveyed the scramble of text messages you had received again, hoping you could decipher what the problem was—because frankly, you had no idea.

Hiyori was no stranger to sending ominous texts like this—and this one was certainly up there. There was a chance this could all ultimately lead to nothing, but considering one of her past messages led to her being hospitalized due to malnourishment, it was as good an excuse as any to depart the office and head to her location. 

Fortunately, you knew her general whereabouts and knew she could only be talking about a singular beach. There was also a direct route there accessible from D.U to work with, so reaching it wasn’t going to be a problem.

Unfortunately, Hiyori hadn’t shared her precise location—though you weren’t too worried about that; she had a tendency to stick out like a sore thumb, and in a worst case scenario, you could just ask around for a student whose outlook on life wasn’t exactly… great.

Upon arriving, you were thankful that the beach wasn’t too crowded; Hiyori had chosen to have this crisis on a weekday very early on in the morning, not long after the sun had risen, and that meant it would hopefully be easier to find her.

Alas, this was the one time she chose not to stick out so blatantly. Therefore, you had to ask around, and while there were reports of a girl matching the appearance you provided, you didn’t learn anything that would pinpoint where she was. 

This was probably going to take a while. Fortunately, you had dressed for the occasion; a pair of shorts and an unbuttoned shirt probably wasn’t the most fashionable choice in the world, but it would suffice.

You looked at MomoTalk again, hoping she had miraculously managed to find a wi-fi spot or access her data, but you were having problems connecting yourself. Why a beach of all locations had issues with this was ludicrous, but you could resolve it by also trying to find her. Blindly searching didn’t feel like the greatest idea, but at the very least, this beach wasn’t that big and would take no more than half an hour to walk across while checking all the stalls and places of interest. Besides, there was no way she’d call you here and then decide to leave; you coming across her was practically inevitable.

…and hey, a little exercise never hurt; the paperwork had been especially nasty lately, and honestly, Hiyori’s unknown catastrophe was a welcome break from the screen—besides, well, the Shittim Chest. It was likely Arona and Plana could work some magic and locate her, but they were sleeping and you didn’t want to wake them up for an issue you could resolve singlehandedly. 

You trekked across the beach for some time, taking in the view while also remaining on the lookout for your missing student. Your presence was undeniably the talk of the town for the few students—and gangsters—lurking on the beach, but they opted to chat and gossip amongst themselves rather than come up to talk. You would have happily helped them had they had any issues, though you were glad nothing was disrupting your search for Hiyori.

Then, a light at the end of the tunnel presented itself… through an extraordinary amount of vibrations and sounds coming from the tablet all at once. You had seemingly found a sweet spot in the network, and as you opened up MomoTalk, you saw eight unread messages.

…Huh.

The good news was that you had walked past Hiyori, meaning she wasn’t far.

But if she had seen you, why hadn’t she come up to you directly? She wasn’t a tremendously shy girl or anything. Something didn’t add up.

The messages had been sent four to five minutes ago, meaning she had spotted you very recently. Fortunately, she had given you a landmark to look out for.

By the rocks.

You looked around. 

There were a lot of rocks.

Hm.

Well, that was fine. You were connected to MomoTalk now, and that meant you could communicate with her more efficiently. 

Hiyori had piqued your curiosity with a comment like that, and as you saw the small animated icon indicating she was typing, you wondered what it was that she needed. 

The icon then vanished. More times than not, that usually meant somebody was just retyping their reply.

…except, that little ellipsis never returned, leaving you in the dark. You contemplated whether that meant she had decided not to ask whatever it was she wanted to ask, but even then, she could have left you a simple “nvm” or a “dw”!

You waited patiently for a little longer, not wanting to depart to her location in case she wanted you to buy from a stall or something.

…but no message was sent. You hadn’t the faintest idea what was happening now, and truthfully, you were starting to feel concerned about her safety. This certainly justified asking Arona and Plana, but because she had at least stated she was near, you decided to feel the situation out first before you pulled out the trump card. 

Thus, you backtracked, paying close attention to your surroundings; rocks didn’t give you much to go by, but she clearly highlighted them for a reason. Perhaps there was a particularly, uh, rocky formation to be on the lookout for…?

Honestly, you were feeling a little stumped about that clue. But all was not lost; right as you wished you had a second clue the most, you spotted what was potentially the lead you had been looking for. 

Footprints! 

They weren’t yours, of course; there was a noticeable gap between the sole and the heel, suggesting the owner was wearing high-heel sandals. Assuming Hiyori was wearing the same swimsuit you had seen her in before, including her shoes, then it was a match.

What was a little bizarre was the… franticness… to the footsteps. There was no rhythm or consistency to the tracks, almost like she couldn’t figure out what direction she wanted to go in. That made it difficult to pinpoint precisely what her ultimate decision was, but you were ultimately able to track her destination towards the nearby cliffside… and sure enough, there were a lot of rocks, almost like there had been a landslide in the area in the past. It was highly likely Hiyori was hiding there, though that did beg a single question.

Why?

Well, there wasn’t exactly any no use theorizing when you were about to find out, though you hoped the reason wasn’t a bad one. You promptly headed there, hoping she hadn’t moved.

“Hiyori?” you raised your voice, calling out in the hopes she would hear you and poke her head behind something. “You there…?”

“S-Sensei!!”

Hiyori’s voice was unmistakable… though she sounded worryingly anxious. Be that as it may, her response allowed you to finally put this bizarre hide-and-seek session to rest.

…and as soon as you reached the collection of rocks—boulders, honestly—she had been hiding behind, you realized why she hadn’t chased after you.

She had been in an… accident.

Thankfully, she wasn’t injured physically. That was something to be relieved about; you were genuinely worried something may have happened to her, especially considering the text messages randomly stopped.

Of course, just because she wasn’t bruised or anything didn’t mean all was well. This girl was not doing so well mentally, and you could completely understand why. Hiyori was, for the most part, wearing the swimsuit she had “won” from that “giveaway”. It looked just as great on her as it did before; the transparent sarong she had opted to condense around her arms rather than her waist, the cool shades on her head, the bikini… 

Well, the bikini had seen better days. 

The bottom was still very much intact, but the top? There was a reason Hiyori currently had both arms crossed over her breasts, doing her best to conceal them… though she was pushing up against them a little too much, causing them to spill out a little, which probably wasn’t the—

Ahem.

You swallowed hard. That was not where your eyes were supposed to go, especially considering this girl was in tears and wailing

“S-Sensei… thank goodness…” Hiyori cried. “I thought… it was all over for me… and that I would be left here forever, suffering in this heat without any way to escape…”

“Hiyori, uhm…” you bit your lip, knowing precisely what you needed to ask, but that didn’t mean articulating it was going to be easy. Even so, you had faced stronger adversaries before. You could do this! “What, uh… happened to your… bikini top?”

“Ah… uhm… well, you see…” Hiyori knew such a question was inevitable, but that didn’t mean she was ready to answer it. Her eyes refused to make eye contact, which was probably a good thing considering you were training yours not to stare .”You know, how I… uhm… mentioned this swimsuit was a size too small…?”

Hiyori once texted you about that, stating she had uncovered the truth about the swimsuit. At that time, you simply believed she had realized the giveaway she had tried to enter actually ended two months prior, and that the swimsuit she was wearing was actually bought by yours truly.

Instead, she had mentioned that the swimsuit was smaller than her size… which was an unfortunate error on your part—and now that mistake was causing calamity for your student.

“I… uhm… have gotten a little bigger lately…” Hiyori confessed, perhaps sharing a little too much information there, but it did make sense. “So… it eventually just… fell apart… which is a metaphor for my life…”

“That’s why you called me out here, then?”

“Mhmm,” she answered. “I could have asked one of the squad to help… but I knew you would come to my rescue straight away, Sensei. I’m sorry if I was an inconvenience…”

“Not at all, Hiyori,” you responded immediately; it didn’t matter whether their issues were small or big, or whether they were small-term or long-term—you would always come to the aid of a student in need.

Hiyori made the right decision in calling you here, and honestly, you were glad you were somebody she could rely on. You had no intention in breaking that trust.

“Alright then,” you crossed your arms, ready to focus on the situation at hand. “I can see now that you were probably going to text me about buying a new top, right?”

You could understand why she had backed out; it wasn’t exactly ordinary to ask one’s teacher to buy a new bikini top. Regardless, that was neither here nor there—if she wanted you to fetch her one, you would do so.

Hiyori frowned, your question not one she was thrilled to hear, but she nevertheless answered. “Well… yes, that is what I wanted to ask… and I was about to! B-But then, uhm, my phone, uh, died.”

Ah. 

That made sense too. 

Goodness. It was one thing after the other with this girl, wasn’t it? Her misfortune with technology was something to be studied.

“I, uhm, wasn’t able to charge it very much,” she elaborated.”I tried to charge it discreetly at a café, but they kicked me out for not buying anything…”

This girl needed to come to Schale more; you would let her charge her phone and read magazines to her heart’s content. 

Hiyori leaned back against the rock and sighed, opting to use her raised knees to shield her breasts to give her hands some time to rest. “Sensei… how long will it take you to buy a new one…? I don’t know where the nearest boutique is… it could be hours away… and that means I have to be here when it gets dark…”

You were confident it wouldn’t take that long, but it wasn’t good she had to wait even more than she already had. There had to be another solution.

Perhaps you could give her your shirt…? That would suffice, though you weren’t confident it could conceal her as adequately as she would like. Then again, this girl was shorter, so that would offset the size of her chest… though you imagined the whole ordeal would be pretty embarrassing for her. 

Alas, it was probably your best option.

However, right as you were ready to share your proposition, you spotted her discarded top nearby on the ground. Despite it snapping, Hiyori had taken it with her, presumingly in a futile attempt to fix it.

If it had been the straps that had snapped, the top would have been a lost cause. However, her bikini top was uniquely connected at the center through a bowknot—and that was something you could fix! 

It wouldn’t be the most elegant solution and the knot would probably unravel after some time since you were no professional, but it would suffice until she was able to change.

“Hiyori, I have an idea,” you were eager to give this idea a try. “I think the top can be fixed.”

“I-It can?” Hiyori understandably sounded bewildered at the suggestion, but the notion alone was enough to pique not just her interest but her mood. 

You explained your idea thoroughly, and although she was a little apprehensive about the solution being tentative, it was one she was willing to try out. 

“O-Okay, Sensei…” she mumbled. “P-Pass me the top, then…”

You weren’t entirely sure why she wanted you to do that; you could have easily knotted it back up without her assistance, but you imagined she probably had a more ideal solution in mind. It wasn’t like you wore these things, after all.

Nevertheless, you grabbed the top and carefully passed it over, slipping it in between her fingers since she understandably did not want to move her arms at all. 

Everything started to make sense after that. Hiyori could tie the knot herself this way! Duh! Throughout all the panic, she probably hadn’t thought about doing something like that, so it made sense why she hadn’t tried earlier. 

“I-I’m glad you’re here to do this, Sensei…” Hiyori decided to promptly shut down your assumption. “I, uhm, tried this earlier, but I’m not really sure how to do it…”

Right.

Okay.

So you were needed for this, after all. That was fine, but this also meant she wanted you to tie the knot while she had the top on.

It was only then that you realized she wanted you to tie the knot while she had the top on. 

On one hand, it was a good idea because you could receive feedback from her firsthand regarding the tightness of the knot.

…but on the other hand, it meant your eyes were due for a feast whether you liked it or not.

Regardless, the least you could do was avert your gaze while she put it on, so that’s what you did. It was a fleeting but welcome pause from the situation, giving you some time to mentally cool off. 

“A-Alright, I’m ready…” Hiyori confirmed she was covered up—hopefully. With bated breath, you turned, relieved to see that outside of the shaky hands grasping the undone bow like her life depended on it, she looked like she was just wearing her swimsuit as normal. “Whenever you’re ready, Sensei…”

You swallowed hard, approaching Hiyori as she looked just as apprehensive about what was about to happen. For something as simple as tying a knot, the atmosphere was unbearably tense. There was the option to do it while maintaining eye contact, trusting your hands could work their magic without any visual guidance, but you also wanted to make sure you fixed her top as adequately as you could. Besides, staring at her while you did this would amplify the awkwardness.

Therefore, you reluctantly tilted your head down, doing your absolute damndest to focus your vision specifically on the bow you needed to tie, rather than the large breasts and the immense amount of cleavage suffocating the rest of your sight. The silver lining here is that you weren’t prodding anything you weren’t meant to—something that would have been inevitable had you tried to do this effectively blind.

It was a very awkward minute or so, especially since you were purposefully taking your time to make sure this knot was tight yet not sturdy enough to cause discomfort. Unfortunately, Hiyori was not making this task any easier; her intensified breathing was difficult to ignore, as was the quivering likely caused by your closeness. You had to frequently adjust your positioning to avoid nudging your hands against any skin, which sounded simple enough, but it couldn’t be stated enough how much this girl was trembling.

“Sorry this is taking a while…” you apologized, hoping to lighten the situation somewhat through some honesty.

“I-It’s fine!” Hiyori answered surprisingly quickly, her tone just as shaky as body. “I, u-uhm, well… I…”

Wonderful. The awkward atmosphere was now magnified.

The saving grace was that the knot was finally restored, allowing you to back away and breathe. A few seconds later, you sighed with relief, grateful it was holding.

“There we are,” you spoke softly. “That should work for the time being.”

“Ah…” Hiyori was just as relieved. “Thank you, Sensei, you really saved—”

You were hoping the top would last until she could change into something else. Although you weren’t sure where she had decided to store her usual attire, you imagined it wasn’t far. A small trek across the beach? Surely a bikini top could handle that.

Chances are, it probably could have.

Alas, you weren’t going to find out, for her bikini top had more than a singular fault. This time, it was the knot at the back that snapped, which in usual situations would be easy enough to fix and not a cause for concern. 

But not when it caused an entire chain reaction.

Some omnipotent being really had it out for Hiyori; as the back knot became undone, it was shortly followed by an audible snap of one of the strings going up to her shoulder, which was then followed by the opposing string also collapsing.

The end result? The complete eradication of Hiyori’s bikini top.

All because you had bought her a size too small.

This was on you—and you were reaping the consequences, getting an eyeful of her bare breasts for a good few seconds before you brought it upon yourself to look away. 

Then, regret. So much regret.

Hiyori’s reaction time was poor, or perhaps she was in complete denial about what had just happened to her.

Either way, the end result was heartbreakingly predictable—she began crying.

“WAAAAAAAAH!! I-I-I knew it! The beach isn’t for a f-failure like me!” she wailed. “N-Now Sensei has seen my w-weird boobs… and n-now he won’t even look at me!!”

How were you supposed to resolve THIS?

Especially when the first thing you wanted to do was argue against  that “weird” comment! They did not look weird—far from it! 

But you couldn’t just say THAT! For starters, you weren’t supposed to see them in the first place! 

The shirt should have been the play. It would have been awkward, but it would have provided reliable coverage for her chest. Instead, you had completely forgotten that one knot coming undone could easily lead to another falling apart. 

You took pride in finding adequate solutions to problems quickly, but in this particular scenario, you had failed. The only way you could make this up to Hiyori would be to buy her all the food and drink her heart desired, and even then, you would still feel guilt regarding how your actions led to you—

“S-Sensei…” 

You shivered—not because Hiyori had called out to you, but rather because the tone she had decided to use was… unusual. 

At some point during your internal rambling, the crying had dwindled. You weren’t sure when—and you weren’t sure when she had crept up on you either.

…and you absolutely were not sure why she had decided to NOT cover her breasts. 

You managed to control your eyes, focusing entirely on her expression—and what you saw was bewildering. There were certainly remnants of her tears, but she looked… excited?

She was even smiling a little—and you hadn’t the faintest idea as to why. It was certainly better than the tears, but nothing was adding up.

“H-Hiyori, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to see,” you hastily apologized. “C-Could you, uhm, c-cover up please?”

You really had no idea why she wasn’t doing that. Perhaps she had forgotten…?

“B-But Sensei…” she mumbled, her voice quivering, but it wasn’t like the trembling you had heard before. Something was different about this girl, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on the why. “I, uhm… can see your, uhm…”

Huh?

Oh.

Oh.

The mind could deny what it had seen all it wanted to, but the body? It reacted in a more physical manner, and it was not so easy to hide that especially for somebody wearing a simple pair of swimming shorts. 

In other words, you were pitching quite the tent.

“...i-if you’re like that… t-then you don’t think my boobs look weird…?”

“W-Well…” you tried to say anything, but articulating a single sentence had suddenly become the hardest thing in the word! Nevertheless, you swallowed hard, knowing silence wasn’t going to resolve anything. “I… uhm, no, I… uh, don’t. Not at all, in fact.”

…you probably could have responded less awkwardly, and it certainly didn’t feel right to reassure a student about how her breasts looked… but it was better than nothing. Probably?

“I-I see!” Hiyori was awfully giddy about this, which was great for her, but not so much for you. “T-Then, uhm… Sensei, you can look more…”

A reasonable person in your position would refute such an offer, but considering your mind was already a scrambled mess, it was hard to latch onto reason and logic.

Honestly, you weren’t sure why she thought her boobs looked weird. Honestly? They were terrific. It was no secret her chest was large and round, but seeing them completely exposed made them look magnificent. Was she insecure about her nipples? Those were large and puffy, but that made them look even more suckable…

Oh. Oh no.

These were not good thoughts to have, but when her boobs were RIGHT THERE, it was kinda hard to think about anything else.

“You like my w-weird boobs, Sensei…” Hiyori continued to giggle. “M-Maybe they’re not that weird i-if you like them…”

The insecurities this girl had about her chest practically no longer existed, and that was made even more evident when she opted to grab your wrist, guiding both your shaky hand as well as hers towards her chest, not stopping until it was placed firmly on it. The whole procedure was done slowly but steadily, and because of that, you had ample opportunity to do something to stop her.

But you couldn’t. Not even you were immune to such temptation. Even if you did have the necessary willpower, pulling away would have upset her, and everything would have become even more awkward. It was a doomed situation either way, and for that reason, it made sense to just… embrace it.

…and embrace it—her chest, specifically—you did. Somehow, her boob was softer and squishier than they looked, the feeling of your hand sinking into her skin immensely satisfying. Hiyori shivered and breathed deeply as you touched her, the adrenaline she was experiencing—as well as your touch—doing wondrous things to her mind and body.

“I-I read about t-this in a magazine once…” she confessed, explaining where she had gotten this scandalous idea from. “I-It made me imagine s-somebody doing this to m-me… y-you, actually, Sensei…”

It was bewildering to learn this girl could be so bold, but after you had put an insecurity of hers to rest through quite the unorthodox means, it was no wonder. Hiyori, perhaps sensing your lingering doubt and contemplation, decided to take your other hand and place it on her free breast—and as if your body was especially eager to betray you, you instinctively squeezed.

Hiyori’s actions meant her boobs were once again shielded from view, though this time she had a spare set of hands to work with—and she was not idle with them. The close proximity granted her access to your body too, and that was something she was keen to exploit as her quivering hands approached your shorts. Lust and curiosity hadn’t completely taken over yet—she was still immensely conscious about what she was doing, as expressed by the short-lived and spontaneous pauses. 

But in the end, she managed to overcome her inner dilemma—and once her hands brushed up against your manhood, you knew there was truly no going back. 

“S-Sensei…” she muttered. “Y-You’re hard…”

…especially after making a comment like that.

Hiyori, emboldened by her decision, decided this singular leap was not enough. Her fingers crept upwards, curling underneath your shorts. She paused for a few moments, gazing up at you, as if she wanted you to personally tell her it was okay to continue. You couldn’t quite find the words, but your tantalized expression seemingly worked as a substitute; a few moments later, she pulled your shorts down, exposing your cock in all its hardened glory—though not before you were able to safely place your tablet on a nearby rock. This scene wasn’t for the eyes of the two sleeping girls within.

The gasp you subsequently heard was perhaps the most satisfying sound yet, and that was shortly joined by one of the most satisfying sensations when Hiyori gathered her courage and grasped your dick. 

Right now, she had you wrapped around her finger—and that was all well and good, but it was about time you initiated something for a change. By this point, doubt was all but a concept you had abandoned—and you demonstrated that by leaning in and hastily planting your lips against hers. 

The kiss was fierce, fast, and absolutely not what she was expecting you to do—but she did not back away either, even as you deliberately dominated the kiss, sliding your tongue into her mouth, eager to do some exploration of your own. Hiyori attempted to kiss back, but when you decided squeezing her boobs wasn’t enough and that you needed to properly fondle them instead, she conceded that it was a lost cause.

You just didn’t care anymore.

Hiyori was hot. Her swimsuit was perfection, highlighting her curves, belly and tits splendidly. It left little to the imagination, and even then, what you had imagined being underneath was far eclipsed by what she truly looked like. Weird boobs, huh? The only thing weird about them was that you hadn’t sucked on them yet.

Well, there was no time like the present. 

The kiss concluded suddenly, leaving Hiyori breathless and dazzled by what had happened. She found balance by leaning against the nearby rocks, far too busy drooling to say anything about what had transpired. That meant she wasn’t prepared for you to bend your knees and aim lower—and you did so without mercy, targeting her nipple with the utmost enthusiasm, taking it all into your mouth and sucking on it hard.

“S-Shheeennseeeeiii!!”

Hiyori’s voice had never sounded so distorted and messy, yet so magnificent. She grasped your hair tightly, needing the extra support to handle the newfound sensations radiating throughout her body. You were no stranger to her body trembling, but she was genuinely struggling to remain standing, making you suspect you had found her weak point.

You tested that theory by sucking hard, fondling her other boob and twisting the nipple that hadn’t been sucked yet, and you were ecstatic to discover you were right. You glanced up momentarily, and from that fleeting sight alone, you learned she was barely holding it together. 

Hiyori was granted a moment of respite when you backed away without warning, but that was only so you could smother her other nipple with the same level of devotion you had given to the first. You were merciless, already addicted to sucking upon her hardened nipples. There wasn’t much to taste besides a faint saltiness, but there didn’t need to be anything more than that when the moans escaping her lips alone were so fantastic to listen to. She was undoubtedly having the time of her life—and had no idea how to process any of it—which enlightened the experience further.

It was only when Hiyori could no longer sustain her balance and her legs gave way did you finally pull back for good. Hiyori had collapsed onto her knees, and she looked immensely worn out. Be that as it may, it didn’t stop the occasional giggle or drool from leaking from her lips. 

“Was that too much?” you were honestly starting to worry you had gotten a little too carried away. It couldn’t be stated enough how merciless you had been.

“N-Not at all…” she answered surprisingly quickly. “Y-You, haaahh… r-really l-liked my boobs… t-that makes me happy…”

Perhaps that would be the opinion she’d have about her breasts from this day onwards—no “weird” critique, but rather just thinking about how much you adored feasting upon them.

Hiyori, although exhausted, was still feeling delirious. She proved that by reaching towards your exposed cock, grasping it and giggling as she felt its hardiness once again.

“S-Sensei… will, ahh… t-this…like my boobs too…?”

You suspected you knew what she meant by that, and Hiyori was happy to confirm that suspicion quickly by moving both hands to her breasts and spreading them apart, inviting you to do whatever you pleased with the gap she had made. 

This girl had been reading far too many filthy magazines.

“I think it will,” you were happy to comply with her suggestion, especially since her collapse had placed her in the perfect position for it. You grasped your cock, ready to sink into it something that was undeniably going to feel heavenly. Hiyori did her part, lifting her upper body enough so her boobs were at the perfect angle for intersection—and she had yet to stop drooling, which was probably a blessing in disguise considering that spit was dripping down her chin and onto her chest. Saliva wasn’t the strongest alternative to lube, but you hadn’t exactly come out her expecting to fuck a girl’s tits, so it would suffice. 

Satisfied with the positioning, you pushed up against her chest, waiting apprehensively for the moment she would envelop your cock. Hiyori didn’t keep you waiting, pushing her boobs together, sandwiching your manhood within an immense, sweaty heat that already felt magnificent. The warmth alone was divine, but paired with the natural softness and squishiness of her tits, it was immaculate. You couldn’t even see the tip slipping out from above—a testament to how huge this girl was. 

“H-How does it look?” Hiyori asked, her inflection suggesting she was quite curious about your response. You wanted to say something, but the warmth was too intensely distracting to think adequately, and even if you could, you weren’t positive you could answer well.

Therefore, you chose to answer another way. Hiyori, awaiting a vocal response, was not anticipating you to place your hands on her shoulders. Before she could inquire as to why, you chose to thrust your hips forward, experiencing the friction of your cock sliding against her silky cushions. It definitely required a bit of force, but it was more than worth the pressure necessary upon seeing your cock slip out of her boobs, the sight shocking her and disorienting her breathing again. This poor girl’s lungs couldn’t get a break.

Hiyori looked away shyly, surprised—but doubtlessly aroused by the assertiveness. She wasn’t the only one who could speak a thousand words without saying a word. As she breathed heavily, you continued the thrusts, using her tits for your satisfaction while she kept them steady. She was very blatantly a fan of the dominance—her narrowed eyes, consistent humming, and magnified blush alone signified as such. 

“S-Sensei…” she muttered, her breathless not doing her volume any favors, but it made her sound especially erotic. “K-Keep going… p-please enjoy them t-to your heart’s content…”

Her encouragement was surprising, but very welcome. As your grasp on her shoulders tightened, you ramped up your pace, relishing in how it felt to bathe within the warm, tight valley she made her exclusively for you.

The risk you were taking doing this on a beach of all places was not forgotten, but you were confident there would be no unexpected visitors to the depravity happening out here. After all, Hiyori had chosen a solid hiding spot. Either way, it was probably for the best that you wrapped things up here sooner rather than later, lest you tempt fate further. Fortunately, Hiyori’s tits felt incredible enough that you knew it wouldn’t take much longer to cum. Be that as it may, the frequent motions, while intensely satisfying, were also exhausting. You wanted to ignore it and press on, but you knew that ache would grow intolerably worse before you could cum.

There was some silver lining though; you were curious just how much this girl had learned from all those magazines.

“Hiyori…” you slowed down, catching her attention once you released the grasp on her shoulders. “I want to see what you can do…”

Hiyori trembled upon hearing your request, but she nevertheless complied, working on moving her boobs up and down over your shaft, trying her best to mimic something that looked like your thrusts. Her rhythm was much slower, but you could tell she was determined and eager to please—and that alone was honestly enough. 

Be that as it may, this girl proved she still had surprises in store when she opted to jiggle her breasts asynchronously, smothering your manhood with one breast after the other. The subsequent throb she felt encouraged her to continue at an increased pace, but she understood the importance of keeping you on your toes by alternating back towards the standard movements from time to time too. Whenever she did, she did so with augmented courage and skill, completely immersing herself in what she was doing.

“L-Like this…?” she asked… which was bizarre to hear because she was doing so phenomenally. Regardless, you nodded, giving her the reassurance she needed to continue… and stop holding back, apparently. 

Hiyori suddenly ramped up her pace dramatically, determined to keep you enveloped by her chest while simultaneously making certain you were always being stimulated by all the squishiness one could ask for. She didn't stop there, leaning her head down and letting her tongue slip out, curious to taste what she could. When your cock prodded against her tongue for the first time, feeling its warmth and texture, you almost came right there and then. Alas, the sensation was far too fleeting! You wanted to take charge and satisfy your newfound craving for her mouth right there and then, but you had told her to show you what she could do—and boy, she was doing just that. 

Thankfully, Hiyori didn't shy away from using her tongue, treating your most sensitive spot with its embrace. These moments were just as fleeting as the first, but they were consistent—and combined with the neverending valley of warmth that was her breasts, you weren't far from reaching your peak.

“H-Hiyori… keep going…” you urged her, caring not for how your voice had never sounded worse. Besides, it wasn't all bad—the smile she revealed suggested she took pride in knowing she was the one to make you sound like that.

Hiyori did as she was told, choosing to repeat what was proving to be most effective rather than experiment further. You took in the sight one final time, knowing you couldn’t handle this constant rush of stimulation for much longer. 

A few moments later, and you were there, feeling that euphoric rush you had been craving for so long. You were no stranger to the sensation, having experienced it plenty in your own time, but to feel it while enveloped by such warmth amplified the pleasure astronomically. You came hard, spilling out your seed directly into Hiyori’s breasts. She didn’t notice—not until your tip slipped out and a rope of cum splashed against her face all of a sudden. She was naturally surprised, but did not recoil, watching your cock spew out cum as if it was a fountain. 

It had been a long time since you were able to take care of business—and Hiyori was being rewarded for it; in the end, she was smothered with semen, with plenty covering her face, and an absurd amount painted over her breasts. Much of the damage was in-between, and that was especially evident when she pulled away, revealing several strings of semen connecting one breast to the other. Combined with her mesmerized expression, it was one of the hottest things you had ever seen. 

“S-Sensei…” Hiyori spoke softly, her captivation alone conveyed with just a single word. “T-There’s so much… d-does it make me look weird…?”

“Of course not,” you answered wholeheartedly. “You look beautiful, Hiyori.”

“R-Really…?” Hiyori didn’t doubt you; she was just happy to hear your answer. “Heehee… I wish I could take a commemorative photo, but my phone is dead…”

That was probably for the best. If something were to happen to her phone and a photo of that got out, that wouldn’t be good. 

Granted, the likelihood was extraordinarily small, but it was always best to be cautious with situations like that.

“...d-do you want to take one instead, Sensei…?” Hiyori proposed something dangerous—and just like that, your thinking about being cautious was thrown to the wind. “I-I don’t mind… if it’s you who does it…”

You weren’t sure why Hiyori was so eager to preserve this moment in photo form, but goodness, you would be a fool to deny an opportunity. It would be fine—you were a responsible individual, and nobody but you would ever see that photo!

Plus, it was for the best that she wanted you to take it—the Shittem Chest’s photo resolutions were otherworldly.

“Alright…” you picked up the tablet you had placed securely on a nearby rock, opening up the camera and aiming it at her. Hiyori, perhaps suddenly becoming conscious about what you were about to do, looked away bashfully. You saw that as justification to focus on her breasts instead, and once you were satisfied with the angle, you took the photo before placing it back.

…this day had gone in a direction you couldn’t possibly conceive, yet what was most strange was you felt no regret. Boundaries had indeed been crossed, but you couldn’t deny how amazing it was to see that sparkle in her eyes. 

“S-Sensei… I-I just realized something bad…” Hiyori no longer lacked that sparkle, looking like she usually did… which was not good! You weren’t sure why the doom and gloom had resurfaced, but when she continued, you soon learned it was justified. “I, u-uhm, d-don’t have anything to clean all this mess with…”

Lovely.

You had intended to just give her your shirt and wrap up the first crisis, but that wouldn’t solve much if anybody glancing in her general direction would be able to see a sticky substance coated over her face and tits. 

Hiyori hadn’t brought a towel. You didn’t think you’d need one either. Maybe she could use her sarong to wipe it up? She could survive without it for a while. Yeah, that would—

“W-Wait!” Hiyori abruptly spoke. “I thought of something!”

You weren’t sure what was better than your idea, but you were nevertheless willing to hear her out.

Hiyori, however, did not elaborate on her idea—not vocally, at least. Instead, she took a finger, sliding it up and down her cleavage, gathering up as much cum as she could.

She then brought it to her face, and after a moment of contemplation, she opened her mouth and sucked on her finger. Hiyori did so a little shakily at first, but after a few moments, she began humming with joy.

…and after that, she repeated the process, this time more enthusiastically. All you could do was stare with awe as this girl cleaned herself up like she was a puppy, even multi-tasking her fingers so she could hurriedly gather up everything on her face and boobs. You had seen her appear this enthusiastic a few times before whenever she was eating something delicious—and it seemed she had discovered a new favorite treat. 

It took only about a minute for Hiyori to clean herself up—though it felt like it lasted a lot longer. More importantly, escaping this beach safely was suddenly your highest concern.

After watching a girl so enthusiastically clean herself of your semen like that, how could it be? You were maddeningly erect, reinvigorated by the depravity you had witnessed—and you now had a craving of your own you wished to quench.

“Mhmmm…” Hiyori hummed. “That was delicious, Sensei…”

“Hiyori…”

“Salty, but I like salty… heehee…”

“Hiyori…”

“Mhmmm… yes, Sensei…?” Hiyori was listening, but not watching, very blatantly in a trance as she savored the taste as much as she could. 

Good food would do that, but there was always a price to pay for it. Hiyori soon discovered this when the absence of your response prompted her to look over, and she saw firsthand what she had done to you. Her eyes widened and she began stuttering, not really sure how to process a dick inches away from her face.

You were all about responsibility—you really were! You would take any burden for the sake of your students. Be that as it may, this was a rare occasion where the consequences of one’s actions couldn’t be so easily ignored.

“Hiyori,” you spoke calmly to her. “You do realize what you just did with that little stunt, right?”

“I… uhm… I t-think so…” Hiyori was shaken up by the authoritative tone you had adopted—but she didn’t sound opposed to it. “I… ahhh… n-need to take care of this, d-don’t I…?”

Hiyori didn’t need your response; she knew precisely what she needed to do, and you witnessed this firsthand as she opened her mouth and inched closer to your manhood, perhaps ready to drink from the tap directly this time.

As you felt her hot breath tickle your cock, you waited apprehensively for that inevitable rush of warmth and wetness… but it never came. Hiyori pulled back, seemingly having second thoughts on sucking your cock—or maybe, doing anything more at all.

Thankfully, it wasn’t the latter.

“S-Sensei…” Hiyori had developed one heck of a crimson blush. “I-I have a better idea…”

Considering her previous proposition had led to one of the most erotic views of your life, you were very willing to hear her out.

Although her trembling legs made it difficult, Hiyori managed to stand up. She observed her surroundings for a moment, curling her lips into her mouth like she was uncertain about something, but she eventually took in a deep breath, seemingly content with whatever it was she wanted to do next.

Hiyori then grasped the tip of her bikini bottom, yanking them down and discarding them on the sand. Before you could properly glance at what she had revealed, she instead opted to treat your eyes to something else, turning around and bending over against a nearby boulder, using it to support her newfound position.

It was no secret this girl had quite the impressive chest, and while her ass wasn't quite as ludicrous, the view was nevertheless intoxicating. You acted instinctively to the sight, reaching down and taking her butt into your hands, squeezing it excitedly. It wasn't quite as squishy as her boobs, but it was still very fun, especially since your ambush had disoriented her breathing again. 

Of course, you knew she didn't just want to show off her rear end, and she soon solidified your suspicion. 

“Sensei…” Hiyori purred. “I want you to… d-do that…”

“Do what, Hiyori?” you teased, finding amusement in how she couldn't state her desires directly despite everything she had done so far. 

“I, uhm…” Hiyori attempted an answer, but she was unable to articulate her thoughts.

That was fine. You already had a solution in mind. “Tell me, and I'll buy you an ice cream after this. Or two. Honestly, however many you want, Hiyori. My treat.”

Truthfully, you had every intention in spoiling this girl rotten. After everything she had done and the day she had endured prior to your arrival, it felt like the right thing to do.

“Oh! W-Well, uhm, I, ah… w-want you to…” Hiyori had found encouragement, and though it was still a difficult task, she managed to answer you in the end. “I want you to… fuck me, Sensei…”

Hiyori giggled after that, shaking her ass slowly from side to side, enticing you to do just that. Those magazines of hers had clearly been a bad influence, though it wasn't like you could critique them too much, lest you out yourself as one heck of a hypocrite.

Satisfied she was ready for this final step, you aligned your cock up against her entrance, unsurprised to discover she was soaking wet. There was some concern about whether doing this would hurt her, but after remembering what kinds of things these girls usually endured, you put that worry to rest.

“Ready?” you asked anyway, for while you knew she'd be physically fine, you wanted to make certain she was mentally ready too.

“Mhmm,” Hiyori hummed, gazing back momentarily, her face radiating so much need. “Please, Sensei…”

After hearing that, you didn’t hesitate to plunge in, grabbing her hips as you enveloped your manhood within her warmth. Her pussy was extraordinarily hot, and with how wet she was, it was especially slippery as well. In a way, it was similar to how her tits had felt, but there was a key difference this time around: she was tight. Every inch sunk inside her heightened that feeling, dampening your pace, the squeeze so intense you weren’t confident you could pull out very easily. 

But it was by no means a complaint; it complemented the humidity wonderfully, and you weren’t against the challenge that awaited you. For now though, you remained sealed firmly inside her, taking in this newfound feeling. 

Hiyori had reacted terrifically, the initial penetration prompting a surprised gasp that quickly transitioned into a sensational hum that still was only now beginning to fade. There was no discomfort in her tone. All you could hear was joy. 

Be that as it may, this was just the appetizer—and this girl wanted to experience the main course.

“Seeeeennseeeeiiii~” she sounded like she was in another trance, looking back with barely-open eyes and an awestruck open mouth. “It feels really good… way better than how it sounded in that magazine…”

“Is that so?” you were entertained by her response—and still quite curious how she had gotten her hands on some forbidden reading material, but that was something to find out another time. “What about when I do this?”

Pulling out was as difficult as you expected it to be. Hiyori’s compactness was no joke. Nevertheless, you persevered, pausing only when the tip was about to depart. You then plunged right back in, forcing your way through her defenses until you were poking at the entrance to her womb.

Hiyori’s subsequent gasp was loud—perhaps a little too loud.

But it was very satisfying to hear. The speed and strength had resonated with her, and as she gazed at you with a look of astonishment, you could tell she craved more. 

You didn’t give her time to respond, instead repeating the powerful thrust that had caused her to react so joyfully. This time, it was even easier, as if her pussy had already surrendered to your might. To your great delight, she reacted just as phemoninably—though something had to be done about that volume.

Hiyori quivered when you grabbed her by the arms and pulled her closer to you—all so you could clasp a hand over her mouth. The other groped her breast, aiming purposefully for her nipple; you hadn’t forgotten it was a weak spot of hers! 

Although it was more challenging to pound her like this, you were able to make it work, fueled not just by a want to experience that thrilling rush of pleasure whenever you sunk in deep, but also by a need to make this girl lose her mind. 

It didn’t take long to develop a rhythm that kept your pace steady without sacrificing any strength. Hiyori was undoubtedly overwhelmed by incomprehensible pleasure, the consistency of each electrifying spark too much for her body and mind to handle. She was trembling without end, unable to keep still—which made the dominance your arms had over her body all the more important. Every single moan—of which there were many—was successfully muffled by your hand, but that didn’t stop them from sounding beautiful. 

Although the position compromised your field of view somewhat, you were still able to burn many a selection of erotic sights into your memory. At first, you kept your head faced down, mesmerized by how your cock sunk so deeply inside her. The rhythm you were maintaining was also causing her ass to jiggle in unison, the ripples magnificent to watch alongside the initial sight.

Hiyori was notably shorter than you—and that was something you took full advantage of, lightly resting her head on her shoulder so you could take in the view of her breasts from a different angle. One was kept firmly in place by your hand, but the same could not be said for the other. For that reason, you decided to momentarily pause the nipple teasing and pull your hand away, all so you could take in that dangerous chest of hers that was arguably responsible for all of today’s events. 

“Ssshheheenennseeeeeiiiii~” Hiyori tried her hardest to communicate, the muffled voice making it tricky—though you knew she would have sounded just as dazzled even without the filter.  

Nonetheless, you freed her mouth, curious to hear what she had to say—though that didn’t mean you were going to make things easy on her. 

“Yes, Hiyori?” you spoke quietly, your mouth already so close to her ear. The hot breath didn’t do her trembling any favors and undoubtedly delayed her response, but you were happy to wait as long as needed. It wasn’t like you were idle—you were still pounding her pussy without remorse

…though that probably wasn’t helping her speak either. In the end, all you heard was moan after moan after moan—and it was the most beautiful music that had ever graced your ears.

But just like she had done many times before, Hiyori was ultimately able to communicate without a single word. Your cadence was shattered when her endless twitching worsened and her insides tightened up dramatically, effectively keeping you sealed inside her as your motions came to a halt. 

Hiyori then let out her most angelic—and absurdly loud—moan yet. You clasped your hand back around her mouth, holding her as securely as you could with your freed arm while she shuddered with the utmost intensity. It was an incredible scene to witness, but you were not able to take in as much as you would have liked; the outrageous squeeze coating your cock couldn’t be ignored—it felt heavenly. It was too good, reaching a level of pleasure you couldn’t quite wrap your head around either, and you suspected she was in a similar, euphoric trance.

It was too much, and you weren’t confident you could pull out in time.

But you didn’t need to—not when Hiyori had spoken to you so many times with just her body alone. This moment was no exception; the grip she had on you was purposeful—she didn’t want you to pull out.

She wanted you to cum… inside her.

That revelation was what brought you over the edge. Tightening the hold you had over her body, not wanting to risk anything that could depart you from her warmth, you gave in and came, emptying your balls deep inside her pussy—her womb. Not a single second went by where you even contemplated pulling out; this girl wanted you to cum inside, and you wanted to cum inside her. It felt right. More than right.

For that, you made sure she received every last drop—and she did her part too, squeezing your shaft and making sure everything spilled out. 

Everything that happened after was… a blur—quite literally, in fact, for your eyes had betrayed you and it had become difficult to see. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed attached to her body. Your ears were just as devastated as your eyes, your balance was completely off, and your body ached.

Despite the disorientation though… you still felt wonderful.

“Seeennsseeeiiii…” Hiyori’s voice was a light in the darkness, keeping you conscious and snapping you back to reality. You fought valiantly through the blur, rubbing your eyes until you saw her, smiling warmly at you—even if she was on the verge of losing her baring herself. “That was… ahhh… mhmm…”

Hiyori tumbled forward and you miraculously managed to catch her, and in the end, you used each other as support. She purred in your arms, unafraid to snuggle her head up against your chest, and you remained like that for some time.

Not forever, of course. Neither you nor her could forget where you were and the risk you had taken, and ultimately, you weren’t too keen on pushing your fortune any further. 

“Sensei…” Hiyori was the one to pull away first, however. “I just remembered… you promised me ice cream…”

“Hah,” you chuckled. “That I did.”

The shirt plan finally came to fruition—and after everything that had happened, she wasn’t bashful about wearing it at all. If anything, she seemed delighted, though that was probably the promise of dessert overwriting the existence of embarrassment. After all relevant and available clothes were put on and you retrieved the chest, you both slowly but surely emerged from your hiding spot. Fortunately, there weren’t many around—and those who did see the two of you didn’t seem too fussed outside of some gossiping amongst themselves. That was fine. It wasn’t like there were a handful of outrageous rumors about you already.

You assumed Hiyori wanted to change into her usual attire as soon as possible, but instead, she decided that dragging you to the nearby place that sold ice cream was more important. True to your word, you bought her all the ice cream she wanted, and she was especially eager to sample all the flavors. It was costly—but you didn’t mind. She deserved it. 

It also gave her an opportunity to charge her phone by renting the use of a powerbank—something you naturally paid for as well. You didn’t want to watch her eat and use her phone, lest you come across as staring creepily… but there was something about her happiness that you were drawn to. There was no melancholy. She simply smiled without end, and it made you smile too. 

There was no mention of the events that had transpired, though not for any reasons related to regret or guilt. On Hiyori’s end, the desserts and the texting were simply too distracting to even consider engaging in a conversation at the moment, and that was fine. Besides, you had treated yourself to a little something yourself, and it made you understand why she had chosen to venture to this particular beach. Although the food was cold, everything felt warm.

After eating to her heart’s content, Hiyori finally decided it was time to change. One of the nearby stores offered lockers for rent for a miniscule fee. Most fascinatingly, however, was that it had not been far from the site of the incident.

Hiyori could have mentioned that.

…Ah well. Everything had worked out in the end. 

“Sensei…” Hiyori spoke up once you both departed the beach, reaching the nearest train station where you planned to separate. You were to return to Schale, and she had plans to meet with Atsuko. However, it seemed you would be the first one to depart since your train could be seen approaching in the distance. “Thank you, uhm, for today…”

“Oh, uhm… not a problem, Hiyori,” you weren’t really sure what to say, so you just winged it. “I’m glad everything worked out.”

“Heehee…” she was at least amused—at least, initially. 

One prominent blush soon flared across her cheeks, making you suspect she was thinking back to how you two had gotten carried away. There was much you wanted to process regarding that, but you didn’t want to do that in her presence. 

It was a good thing you weren’t thinking much; your thoughts would have been completely shattered upon seeing her stand on the tip of her toes—all so she could reach your cheek with her lips. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was more than enough to set off the heart. Hiyori backed away slightly after, unsure whether to feel giddy or embarrassed about what she had just done. 

“See you, Sensei…” she nevertheless bid you farewell as your train pulled in. “And thank you again…”

“...Take care, Hiyori,” you responded. “Tell Atsuko I said hi, yeah?”

“Mhmm, I will.”

Luckily, neither nor the station nor the train were busy, meaning no bystanders had seen her impromptu action. You got on the train, albeit a little hesitatingly since there was a part of you not so eager to leave her side, but you knew she’d be okay. You 

Of course, just because you had gone your separate ways didn’t mean communication was over. As you sat down and pulled out your tablet, you saw you had a notification from her. 

You smiled warmly upon seeing her icon, and that smile remained as you engaged in a conversation with her. 

You were happy too.

The conversation continued throughout your train journey, talking primarily about the beach events that had occurred after. Hiyori was seemingly dodging what was arguably the main event, but you couldn’t blame her—it wasn’t exactly an appropriate conversation to have over MomoTalk. 

Hiyori kept the conversation going for some time, rambling about all sorts of things, and that was okay; MomoTalk messaging was more of her comfort zone than face-to-face talk, and you were keen to hear what she had to say. 

When she finally met up with Atsuko, she sent quite an amusing set of messages.

The messages continued even as you got off the train and trekked to Schale, though you did forewarn her in advance that you would be doing that, lest her happiness regress and she jump to all sorts of conclusions. 

Once you were finally back in the comfort of your office chair, you sat back and relaxed, thinking about everything that had unfolded.

In the end, you were puzzled—puzzled about how you didn’t feel any negativity towards what had transpired. Regret simply didn’t exist, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

You had never seen Hiyori shining so much.

Nothing had gone according to plan, but what you had done together had undeniably invigorated her. Sure, the ice cream probably had a role to play in that too—but you had seen that giddy grin long before then.

Hiyori then sent some more messages, and this time, she decided to be daring.

Naturally, you brought up the photo in question, her instruction a reminder that you had yet to check it out.

…and just as expected, it looked astonishingly good.

Your only critique was that you now really wished she was here.

A notification appearing at the top distracted you from the mesmerizing sight, and the conversation continued—and concluded.

That “<3” was doing things. Wonderful things.

Your relationship with Hiyori had undoubtedly blossomed in a direction you weren’t expecting, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

…the same could not be said about somebody else, however.

“Sensei…” Plana spoke, seemingly awakened—and sounding awfully judgemental. 

“Oh, hello, Plana,” you greeted her, always happy to see her face on the screen of the tablet. Well, usually. She looked as judgemental as she sounded. “Is Arona asleep?”

“She is,” Plana answered. “Which means she has not seen that… photo… yet.”

Oh.

Oh.

You had forgotten that these two girls were essentially the chest—and that meant they could see any photo you had taken on it.

“Sensei,” Plana spoke firmly. “I recommend you transfer that image to an external device immediately. Afterwards, I shall erase all evidence of the original image’s existence in the chest.”

Oh.

Well then. 

Plana had your back. That was nice. It did mean she was in on your little secret, but that was okay. 

“T-Thanks, Plana… I’ll get to that…”