She had a very good impression of Kenji, a top student. After all, if a student was capable and outstanding, the teacher's bonus would be substantial as well.
Kenji waved his hand, intentionally keeping her in suspense. "Come in first, Teacher Hanna. It's so hot today; let me get you a glass of iced lemonade to cool you down. We can talk about the problem later."
He knew in his heart that saying he had a problem he didn't understand was just an excuse. The important thing was to get Hanna to come into his home.
And now, clearly, his goal had been achieved.
"Alright," Hanna nodded. She didn't have much guard up and followed Kenji into the large villa.
The interior of the villa was spacious and bright, with exquisite decoration, every corner exuding an air of luxury.
Kenji got up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of lemonade. Using his body as cover, he quietly sprinkled the 'love potion' he had prepared beforehand into the glass, his movements very discreet.
Turning back to the living room, he gently placed the glass in front of Hanna, a gentle smile still on his face. "Teacher Hanna, here, lemonade!"
"Okay, thank you!"
Hanna had indeed become a bit parched on her way here, and because of the weather, a layer of fine sweat beads had formed on her forehead.
She didn't think much of it and picked up the glass, drinking it all in one go. The cool lemonade slid down her throat, making her feel much cooler indeed.
Fortunately, the love potion was colorless and tasteless, blending perfectly into any drink. Hanna didn't notice anything unusual at all.
When Kenji saw Hanna finish the spiked water, a smirk of success curled at the corner of his mouth, though it flashed by and he quickly returned to normal.
The medicine would take a while to take full effect. Kenji made his calculations and began to chat idly with Hanna, trying to let time pass slowly in a relaxed atmosphere.
To further delay time, Kenji specifically pulled an extremely difficult physics problem out of his bag, pretending to frown as he asked Hanna for guidance.
"Teacher Hanna, I've been pondering this problem for a long time and just can't solve it. Could you explain it to me?"
Hanna didn't suspect Kenji's intentions at all. She stared at the problem very seriously and began to give Kenji a detailed explanation, from the problem-solving logic to the specific steps, all of which were clear and concise.
Facing Hanna's explanation, Kenji pretended to nod frequently, occasionally letting out sounds of agreement like "I see," with an expression of sudden realization, but in his heart, he was already overjoyed.
He secretly sized Hanna up, unable to help but admire her in his heart.
Hanna's beauty was definitely above 90 points.
She had a voluptuous figure, with full breasts and a rounded bottom, while her waist was perfectly slender. It was clear she took great care of herself; her skin was fair, smooth, and had a faint glow. She truly was a perfect prey!
Just as Kenji was thinking this, the love potion began to quietly take effect.
Hanna felt a sudden, inexplicable wave of fatigue wash over her, and her body became somewhat soft and weak.
"... Kenji, I feel... suddenly a bit tired... I might have to go back first..."
Hanna's voice carried a hint of exhaustion as she spoke and prepared to get up.
But how could Kenji possibly let her leave so easily?
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing an imperceptible smirk, yet he asked with concern, "What's wrong, Teacher Hanna?"
As he spoke, he quickly grabbed Hanna's hand while secretly activating his ability, increasing Hanna's sensitivity by 500 times, applying it directly to her.
Instantly, Hanna, who had just stood up, felt a strange sensation spread throughout her body. She gave a soft cry, and her body slumped uncontrollably back onto the sofa.
Kenji grinned, thinking that the prey could not escape now.
"Ugh... Kenji, what is..."
A flash of panic appeared in Hanna's eyes, and her body trembled slightly.
"Teacher Hanna, are you okay? Why did you fall?"
Kenji acted completely innocent as he stepped forward and held Hanna.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his hands touched Hanna, he felt her entire body shudder violently.
Hanna struggled to stand up, but because her sensitivity had been increased by 500 times, her hands were completely devoid of strength. Halfway up, she slumped into Kenji's arms again, an unnatural flush rising to her face.
"Teacher Hanna, your face is very red. Did you get heatstroke?"
Kenji asked, intentionally pretending to be concerned.
An imperceptible smirk curled at the corner of Kenji's mouth as he slowly reached out a hand, pretending to be concerned as he gently touched Hanna's forehead.
Hey, don't say it, it really did feel a bit feverish, but Kenji knew perfectly well that this wasn't real heatstroke. It was clearly his maneuvers that had caused desire to surge within Hanna, triggering this kind of heat.
His hand slid down smoothly, like a playful bird, rubbing back and forth gently on Hanna's blushing cheeks, feeling the burning temperature on that delicate skin.
"Teacher Hanna, your head is very hot, and your hands are also very warm. It seems you really do have heatstroke."
Kenji feigned anxiety, but his eyes were full of cunning. "Quick, take off your clothes to cool down! Otherwise, it won't be good if you burn up!"
Hanna struggled slightly, a hint of panic and shyness in her eyes, her voice trembling as she said, "No need, no need... Kenji, it'll be fine in a moment, Kenji... Ah!"
Kenji's movements were urgent and direct. Before Hanna could finish her sentence, he had already used both hands to quickly unbutton her outer coat. Hanna's lapels fell open, revealing the close-fitting underwear beneath. Without a moment's pause, Kenji pulled the bra up to her shoulders, and two rounded, soft slime were instantly exposed to the cool air.
Hanna cried out, her eyes full of shock and shame. She glared with her almond-shaped eyes, her voice trembling slightly with tension. "Kenji! Stop! You... ugh... don't do this! Kenji, I am your teacher! How can such a thing happen between a teacher and a student!"
Her shout did cause Kenji's fingers to pause slightly, but after only a second of hesitation, he reached out even more unscrupulously, gently but firmly grasping Hanna's soft slime and beginning to knead them slowly.
With a faint, wicked smile on his face, Kenji leaned close to Hanna and said in a teasing tone, "Teacher Hanna, I have a question to ask you. Look, what am I holding? Why don't men have these? Teacher Hanna, can you teach me?"
Hanna was both ashamed and annoyed, her cheeks flushing bright red. Her hands tried to push away Kenji's mischievous hands, but she had no strength. She could only sob, her voice breaking as she chided him, "Don't pinch... ugh... Kenji, don't, you can't do this..."
A wicked smile curled at the corner of Kenji's mouth as he leaned close to Hanna's ear and said softly, yet with a bit of mischief, "But I see that you clearly look very comfortable, Teacher Hanna. That expression on your face can't lie, can it?"
As he spoke, his hands didn't stop, and he even intentionally increased the intensity of the kneading.
Under his wanton kneading, Hanna's originally soft and full parts constantly changed into various shapes.
Hanna felt a wave of shame and panic surge in her heart. Her brow furrowed, her cheeks flushed crimson, and she let out a tearful whimper. "Ugh... ugh... no... stop for a moment... don't pinch anymore..."
Hanna's hands trembled slightly as she tried to catch Kenji's wanton, mischievous hands, wanting to pull them away from her sensitive areas.
But for some reason, those hands seemed to have magic. No matter how hard she tried, her own hands only rested limply on top of them, unable to exert any real strength at all.
At this moment, Kenji held her tightly in his arms. The smell of sweat on him, which she had originally disliked, now seemed to drift into her nostrils like threads, teasing her heartstrings and causing an inexplicable, nameless throb to surge within her.
Under the quiet erosion of the drug's power, Hanna's thoughts gradually became chaotic, as if she were in a dream that was both illusory and real.
Just as people dream when they are fast asleep, dreaming of many things they would absolutely never do or think of in reality, she had now fallen into such an absurd and out-of-control state.
Especially with the effect of the so-called 500-fold sensitivity, plus Kenji's subtle pushing from the side, guiding her thoughts bit by bit, she involuntarily sank into the whirlpool of desire.
Kenji's hands were still not behaving as they 'played' with the soft spots on Hanna's body. After a while, he frowned slightly, feeling that the current position of hugging tightly but awkwardly was not comfortable enough.
So, with a gentle push, he laid Hanna flat on the soft sofa, then quickly flipped himself over, his whole body pressing heavily down on her.
His eyes were burning as he stared straight at Hanna's slightly parted, fragrant lips. As if drawn by some magic, he kissed her without hesitation.
Hanna was startled by this sudden move, her eyes widening. She instinctively turned her head to avoid it, but her movements were a beat too slow, and Kenji kissed her right on target.
"Don't... ugh... ugh..."
Hanna made muffled sounds of resistance, her cheeks turning bright red with shame and anger.
Kenji acted as if he hadn't heard. After the kiss, he intentionally leaned into Hanna's ear and said in a teasing tone, "Teacher Hanna's body smells so sweet, even your saliva is sweet!"
Hanna's face flushed deep red, a mix of shame and anger in her eyes, which were soon filled with crystal tears. In a sobbing, trembling voice, she pleaded, "Don't say that... Please... Don't be like this..." Her voice was full of helplessness and supplication, like the final cry of a wounded fawn.
A wicked smirk played on Kenji's lips as he spoke with deliberate slowness, "Don't be like what?" Meanwhile, he swiftly reached out and accurately squeezed the pair of plump "slime" on Hanna's chest.
Hanna's body froze instantly, followed by a soft cry: "Oh... don't... touch... don't... don't touch..." Her hands frantically tried to push Kenji away, but they seemed so weak.
Looking at Hanna's flustered and bashful appearance, Kenji said teasingly, "Ha, do you want it or not?" Having said that, he increased the pressure and kneaded them vigorously a few times.
Hanna felt a wave of numbness spread from her chest and couldn't help but let out a slightly pained moan: "Ah~... don't... don't touch the slime anymore..."
Seeing Hanna's expression of both pain and a hint of enjoyment, Kenji said with feigned obedience, "Fine, if you don't want me to touch them, I won't." Then, he obediently let go.
Hanna's tense body suddenly relaxed, but a sense of indescribable loss welled up in her heart. She even began to regret the words "don't touch" that had just slipped out, a flash of imperceptible frustration crossing her eyes.
Would Kenji really be so obedient and stop there? The answer was obviously no. With an imperceptible wicked smile and a hint of deviousness in his eyes, he slowly placed his hand on Hanna's smooth and delicate thigh, stroking it gently a few times to feel the silky texture. Then, his hand slowly moved up along her thigh, his movements carrying a sense of wantonness and indulgence.
Hanna's thoughts had long since fallen into a chaotic mist, and she felt as if she were in a nightmare from which she could not escape. Her mind was a blank, and her body was as stiff as a puppet, making her completely unable to muster any effective strength to stop Kenji's increasingly bold and excessive actions.
Kenji's eyes sparkled with greed and indulgence. He first placed his hand gently on Hanna's thigh, the delicate touch making him even more unscrupulous. Then, his hand moved slowly up her thigh with an irresistible aggressiveness.
Finally, his hand reached the secret garden hidden by her stockings and panties. Through the fabric, he could keenly sense a hint of moisture, which seemed to further stimulate his nerves. With a sharp glint in his eyes, he unhesitatingly tore open the thin layer of stockings, and his fingers slid into that wet and mysterious place, stirring wantonly.
"Mmm... oh... oh..." Hanna bit her lower lip hard, yet broken moans still escaped her throat, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Kenji leaned in and whispered in her ear with a teasing tone, "My dear Teacher Hanna, you say no with your mouth, but it's actually so wet down here?" The voice carried a hint of wicked Charm.
Hanna's face instantly turned bright red, and a wave of shame washed over her. She pleaded intermittently, "Oh... oh... I don't know... oh... stop doing that... oh..."
With a wicked smirk, Kenji's fingers continued their restless movements as he deliberately asked with feigned confusion, "Stop doing it where?"
Her face flushed crimson, her body trembling slightly from shame and stimulation, Hanna pleaded with a sobbing, choked voice, "Ah... don't... touch... down there... mmm... mmm..."
Kenji had no intention of letting her off easily. He leaned down, pressed his lips to her ear, and whispered softly, "Where is 'down there'? I don't understand."
"It's the Elementary School... don't touch Hanna's Elementary School... oh..."
"What Elementary School? This place is called a Slutty Pussy, you know?"
Hanna tightly closed her eyes, her brow slightly furrowed, her body twisting instinctively. She let out soft moans of "mmm... mmm..." while her hands pushed weakly at Kenji, but there was no strength behind them. "Stop it... I can't take it... mmm..."
Kenji stopped his movements but kept her pinned beneath him. He raised an eyebrow and asked teasingly, "Why can't you take it?"
Hanna's cheeks were flushed like ripe apples. She opened her eyes slightly, her gaze full of shyness and daze. "Mmm... it's so itchy... ah... it's so itchy I can't stand it... mmm..."
Hearing this, Kenji's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Haha! Then let me stop the itch for you!"
At this moment, Hanna no longer had any of her usual strict and cold teacher persona; she had completely become a delicate woman controlled by desire and at the mercy of others.
Now she had a face full of lust, looking like she was begging to be fucked. Just a few casual strokes had made her soaking wet; crucially, she still retained a sliver of reason in her heart, and this bit of struggling resistance only served to further incite desire.
Kenji stripped off Hanna's panties, threw them aside, and inserted two fingers, stirring frantically.
"Ah... ah... no... I can't take it... ah..."
Suddenly subjected to this intense stimulation, broken moans uncontrollably escaped Hanna's throat, sounding like the gurgling of a stream as the spring ice thaws.
Her slender waist suddenly tensed like a full moon's bow, and waves of tremors rippled through her with the rhythm of Kenji's fingers, like a magnolia swaying in a storm.
As his fingers moved in and out, warm Flower Nectar flowed out uncontrollably, making faint wet sounds at the point of contact, like the fine rustling of silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
The dam of reason collapsed in the flood of the senses, and she could only allow her body to become a small boat, drifting with the waves in the vortex of desire.
"You say you can't take it, yet you're crying out so happily? Hmm?"
"Oh... ah... ah... the Slutty Pussy is going to... pee... ah..."
Hanna's body trembled slightly, then her whole body shook violently several times.
Immediately after, a stream of white liquid suddenly gushed from her Flower Path, spraying out like a trickling stream.
Kenji's movements did not stop, maintaining his original rhythm. The white liquid continued to spray for several seconds, gradually soaking the sofa and splashing quite a bit onto the floor.
"Wow... you can actually squirt? You really can spray. I should have recorded this."
Kenji slowly withdrew his exploring fingers. His entire palm was covered in the flower nectar that had gushed out of Hanna, sticky and slightly warm.
With a playful smile, he gently inserted his nectar-coated fingers into Hanna's slightly parted mouth.
After Squirting, Hanna was panting heavily, her eyes dazed. She unconsciously took Kenji's fingers into her mouth, her tongue occasionally licking them as if she were still savoring the pleasure from just now.
Kenji felt a stir in his heart, secretly blaming himself for not thinking of recording this rare scene earlier.
He gently withdrew his fingers from Hanna's mouth and, with a hint of mockery, wiped them across her snow-white chest, leaving behind faint water traces.
Then, he got up and went to the nearby cabinet, found the video camera, skillfully set it up on the side, and adjusted the angle to ensure everything was captured on lens.
Ready, Kenji stripped himself naked and casually placed his phone nearby, just in case.
By this time, Hanna had recovered a bit of her senses after Squirting, but her limbs were still limp and weak. She struggled to sit up but ultimately failed.
Recalling the filthy and indecent words she had uttered in her daze, as well as the embarrassing scene of what seemed like incontinence, Hanna couldn't help but flush crimson, overwhelmed with shame.
Hanna struggled, her eyes full of terror and indignation, her voice trembling with plea.
"Kenji... stop it now, let me go, and I'll act like this never happened! I promise I won't tell anyone!"
Kenji's lips curled into a teasing smile, his eyes showing a hint of playfulness. "Acting like it never happened won't do, Teacher Hanna. Look, you've gotten such a large part of the sofa wet; there has to be an explanation, right?"
Hearing this, Hanna's cheeks turned bright red. She tried to defend herself, her voice becoming weak due to shame: "Wasn't that because you kept... touching... me just now?"
Kenji chuckled, deliberately drawing out his words: "Ha, but I'm not moving now, Teacher Hanna. Why is it that down here, you're still constantly leaking fluid?"
After saying that, Kenji leaned down and flicked his fingers a few times. Accompanied by "squelching" sounds, more of the splashing flower nectar landed on the sofa.
The sliver of consciousness Hanna had just regained was gradually extinguished under Kenji's renewed teasing, leaving only weak gasps and feeble struggles.
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