Stealing the Dark World
Silence returned to the rooftop.
Sitting on the bench, Miwa had her legs together but was trembling uncontrollably.
There was no trace left of the strict and kind teacher from an hour ago. Her appearance was a disaster: her skirt was wrinkled, her blouse poorly buttoned revealing red marks on her neck and her hair messed up.
Hugging herself, she tried to stop shaking, but her body wouldn't obey her.
The reality of what had just happened hit her with every breath.
She could feel it all.
She noticed the irritation on her lips, the dull ache in her hips from the brutality of the thrusts, and, above all, the fullness in her belly.
She could feel the immense, hot load he had left inside her, heavy in her womb, starting to slide slowly downward, seeking an exit between her thighs.
That viscous and warm trail reminded her, with humiliating clarity, that she had been filled like an animal.
Remembering that madness, how she had screamed, how she had begged him for more and how she had behaved like a slut, blood rushed to her head, dyeing her face a violent red.
"Ugh..."
She quickly lowered her head, hiding her face in her hands, unable to look up at Jin.
The shame was unbearable.
'My God... what have I done?'
She had just fucked a student... Her own student!
"I'm a degenerate..." she told herself, biting her lip to keep from crying, feeling dirty but, at the same time and to her horror, terribly satisfied. 'I'm the worst teacher in history.'
Meanwhile, Jin didn't stand around watching the clouds. He was crouched in front of the "battlefield".
With a wave of his hand and a slight pulse of mana, he evaporated the evidence, leaving the floor clean and gleaming, as if nothing had happened there.
Then he picked up Miwa's panties from the floor, shook them off a bit and left them discreetly beside her on the bench.
The dirty work done, he took out his cell phone.
He opened his contacts without hesitating and dialed.
One ring. Two rings.
"Jin-Kun?" the voice on the other end sounded raspy, like that sensual laziness of someone who's had three glasses of wine, "It's noon, darling. Are you calling to invite me to a hotel or because you've gotten into trouble?"
Ignoring the flirting, Jin went straight to the point.
"Work. I've neutralized a person with forbidden abilities."
"Ugh... how boring" although she said that, the woman's tone changed from laziness to interest, "Classification?"
"Mental. Hypnosis, memory rewriting, deep suggestion. Of the dirty variety."
"Understood. Send me the location."
The unmistakable sound of a lighter and the urgent clicking of heels against the floor could be heard.
The call cut off without any goodbyes.
Jin sent the location, then put his phone away and looked down at Wataru's smashed cell phone.
He narrowed his eyes. "Hypnosis App"
Remembering the details Miwa had stammered to him between moans, the pieces clicked in his brain.
He knew exactly what plot hole this loser had crawled out of.
It was from a famous hentai series about a cursed app.
If his memory served him right, it was top-tier material. He remembered that series perfectly. He had dedicated a lot of time to those episodes.
It was an absolute classic of the mind break genre.
If he remembered correctly, in the original ending of that story, Wataru ended up enslaving every woman he wanted.
"Good script... for jerking off, but terrible for my reality."
He was never going to let that happen.
But not out of morality. Not because he was a "hero".
Simply put, he had gotten there first. And if anyone was going to own all the women in this school, it was going to be him.
'Justice will fall upon the wicked... and the victor keeps the spoils.'
Sighing, he put his phone away and came back to reality.
He looked toward the bench and she was still there.
Miwa was curled up in a ball, face buried in her hands, trying to disappear.
It was kinda pitiful. But also adorable in its own way.
Walking toward her, he dropped down next to her, feeling the cold beneath his pants, and touched her shoulder gently to get her attention.
"Miwa?"
But the contact was like an electric shock for her.
Miwa snapped her head up, face burning a feverish red and eyes full of panic tears.
"No! Jin-kun, please! Don't put it in me anymore! It won't fit! I'm gonna burst! Stop~!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs, protecting her belly with both hands, convinced that another round was about to start right there.
"..."
Raising an eyebrow, Jin stared at her with a mix of surprise and amusement.
"Relax..." he said calmly, lowering his hand. "I just touched your shoulder. How do you feel?"
The calmness with which those words were spoken hit Miwa like a bucket of ice water.
Blinking, she saw that Jin was actually sitting there calmly, his clothes fixed, looking at her with no intention of attacking her.
Time stopped.
She had screamed and begged him not to stick it in her anymore... when he had only touched her shoulder...
If she was ashamed before, now she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her straight to hell.
'He must think I'm a pervert!'
Her face went from red to an almost purple shade.
Laughing nervously, she tried to fix the unfixable.
"Uhh... Jin-kun, can you pretend you didn't hear that? Please?"
Jin shook his head, holding back laughter.
Both took a breath to change the subject.
"Jin-Kun..."
"Miwa..."
Ignoring this, Miwa tried to regain her authority. Her eyes shone with determination as she spoke fast, "Jin, about today... the thing is that I was affected by Morishita's hypnosis. I'm a teacher, you're a student, we are... it's impossible. So what happened today... take it just as a dream, a mistake that... Kyaaa~!"
But she couldn't finish.
Jin didn't have the patience to listen to bullshit excuses.
He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her to straddle him. He pressed her against his body with need and, before she could protest, he tilted his head and sealed those small lips with his own.
He forced her jaw open and shoved his tongue down her throat, claiming her mouth again as if it were just another hole to fuck.
His tongue swept the whole cavity, searching for hers, tangling with violence, tasting the hot interior and gathering it all.
"Mmmhh~~...! Nngh...!"
Miwa let out a choked moan, overwhelmed by the sudden domination, feeling small and helpless in his arms.
She felt how he sucked on her tongue, sucking out her saliva and mixing it with his in a dirty, loud, and desperate exchange.
The kiss turned perverse.
"Haah~... haah... shhhlopp..."
The sound of saliva sloshing between their mouths was arousing.
And when he finally separated their lips, the lack of air became evident.
Pulling their faces apart, a thick, viscous thread of saliva stretched between their lips, glistening in the sunlight like a spiderweb, refusing to break until it hung from Miwa's chin, dripping onto her cleavage.
But Jin didn't let her go. He grabbed her flushed face with both hands, forcing her to look at him, and smiled with malice seeing her so wrecked.
"Your mouth isn't as tough or strict as your words, Miwa."
"Uh…"
Miwa tried to formulate a logical answer, but her brain had turned to mush.
She already felt a shameful wetness soaking her thighs again.
She had clearly made the determination to nip this in the bud... to be the responsible adult... but why was her body betraying her like this...?
"Look at me closely, Miwa." Holding her face tenderly and pressing his forehead against hers, Jin's expression turned serious: "You were my first time... You are the woman I gave everything to. It's you and no one else. So don't try to look for a way out, because I'm not letting you go for anything in the world."
"Y-Your... Your first time?!"
Quite obviously, Miwa latched onto the wrong point, ignoring the possession part.
Her eyes opened with genuine surprise.
"What? Is there a problem?"
Since he got the system, Jin had dedicated himself to farming experience and hunting "dyed-blonds".
He hadn't had time for women... until today.
"It's just that... you're so handsome, your grades are perfect, and you have half the school after you... I thought you had done it a long time ago..." Miwa murmured in a low voice, feeling guilty for jumping to conclusions.
"You're wrong about me..." he cut in, straightening out the topic brusquely. "But that's not the point."
"The point is: You are mine. You belong to me."
"Uwaaa!"
Miwa brought her hands to her face.
Those words, spoken with that absolute arrogance, were like an arrow straight to her lonely heart.
As a woman dangerously approaching thirty who was still single, no one had ever spoken to her with that desire and authority.
They always treated her with distant respect or fear, never like this...
But social fear surged again.
"B-But... we are nine years apart, Jin-kun. I'm almost an old woman to you..."
"Age is just a number."
"But... we are teacher and student."
"That makes it even better..." Jin smiled. "The taboo is a plus."
"..."
Miwa was left without arguments.
The taboo... it turned her on too. The idea of teaching class tomorrow knowing that he had fucked her on the rooftop...
She lowered her head, defeated and strangely very happy.
"Then... Jin-kun..." she whispered shyly, accepting her fate, "This inexperienced woman asks you to take care of her."
Smiling with satisfaction, Jin hugged her tightly against his chest, enjoying her softness.
Despite the name of his system, he knew perfectly well he was no saint.
Upon arriving in this reality and obtaining power, his desires had grown exponentially. He didn't want to be a hero who saves the world and goes home alone.
He wanted to be a king. And a king needs his harem.
"..."
Miwa rested her head on his chest, sniffing his scent.
She didn't know why, but she felt protected in his arms, even though he had just wrecked her.
Then, looking down, she remembered something.
"... Jin-kun, what is that thing on my belly?"
After waking up, she discovered the drawing.
She had never gotten a tattoo.
What's more... that specific design...
The design was very similar to the tattoos that would appear in the erotic manga and hentai she read in secret with her best friend in college when they were drunk.
Those marks always meant that the girl had become a permanent sex slave.
"Well, this..." Jin's fingertip traced across her lower belly, and then leaning close to her ear, he explained slowly.
The warm breath on her ear sent a shiver of pleasure through her.
Although it was crazy to think about magic and marks, Jin's explanation made her heart melt.
Whenever she was in danger, he would come?
First he saved her from Wataru, then he gave her the first and best sex of her life, and now he was giving her eternal protection...
She didn't know how to repay him anymore.
Looking at his handsome face, she felt his semen stirring inside her guts.
Her eyes turned liquid, shining with lust.
"Jin-kun~..."
"What's wrong?" Jin looked down.
Biting her lip, Miwa lowered her hand toward his crotch, noticing that the beast was already half awake again
"Actually... I'm feeling a little better now..." she whispered, grazing the bulge in his pants. "And I still feel a little empty... How about...?"
"Wee-ooo! Wee-ooo!"
The piercing sound of police sirens could be heard approaching from the street, breaking the moment.
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