Stealing Spree

A few minutes later, Ryouko-san exited the clubroom first and I followed a few minutes later.

We could’ve left together but just to minimize the risk of exposure, we had to do it. Well, when the day for our date arrives, she said she’ll drive us to another city or prefecture. That way, we can be as open as we can be about our relationship.

Somehow, she even said she wanted to go to Hokkaido and stay at a ryokan for a day or two there, where we can enjoy a great time in a cold place with an accessible hot spring.

It was perfect for summer. Unfortunately, we had to wait until the summer vacation for it. That’s why Ryouko-san opted to have a dinner date at her house one of these days.

Upon exiting the clubroom, I was faced with a choice of using the side door to leave or using the front entrance.

However, just as I was contemplating it, I caught an approaching figure from the corner of my eye. She’s stomping her feet as though announcing her arrival.

Well, do I need to guess her identity? It was none other than the other PE teacher who was supposed to be with Sachi.

I raised my gaze and turned to her, finding Orimura-sensei’s expression a mix of exasperation and excitement. As she closed in on our distance, she left me no room for retreat anymore.

“Shameless brat. You’re still here.”

I put on my usual smile and scratched my head. “Mhm. I was just about to leave, sensei. But so are you. Are you waiting for me?”

Adding that question with a teasing smile, Orimura-sensei immediately fumed. She huffed and said, “Cheeky brat. So what if I’m waiting for you?”

Look at her, she’s not denying it anymore.

“Well, nothing much, sensei. I just thought it was adorable of you to do so. Did you miss me?”

I took a step closer to her, my hand reaching for her waist, pulling her closer to me.

She tried swatting my hand but Orimura-sensei didn’t even attempt to dodge when I pushed my head in, closing the distance between our lips.

It was short and fleeting as I couldn’t risk being more intimate with her here in the hallway. Her lips trembled just a bit and it tasted like the mint chewing gum she’d munched on earlier.

The way her eyes flickered with a mix of annoyance and desire told me she wasn’t entirely opposed to my boldness. Her hand lingered on my chest, pushing me back just enough to create a sliver of space, but her fingers curled into my shirt, betraying her reluctance to let go completely.

“Shameless can’t even begin to describe you, shameless brat,” She said as her cheeks gradually flushed, but as always, she’d never admit it was from anything other than exasperation. “You’ve got some nerve, pulling that stunt right here in the hallway. What if someone saw us?”

“Then… let’s move to another place, sensei,” I replied with my usual teasing smile.

But I never thought she’d bite at it without thinking twice.

Grabbing my wrist, Orimura-sensei dragged me into the winding paths in this side Gymnasium and into another clubroom. I didn’t need to check which clubroom it was. I could see a rack filled with volleyballs and a scoreboard on one side. The clubroom was dimly lit. The only light filtering through a high window, casting long shadows across her sharp features. Her tracksuit jacket was already half-unzipped, revealing the tight sports top underneath that hugged her athletic frame. Her chest heaved slightly from the rush of dragging me in here.

Orimura-sensei didn’t wait at all as she pushed me onto the bench and climbed up, acting like this was another session for her attempt to correct my path.

Her weight settled onto me as she straddled my hips, her thighs clamping tightly against my sides.

“Sensei?” I managed to raise a question.

But instead of an answer, she clamped my mouth shut as she adjusted herself on top of me as though she was making sure I wouldn’t be able to shake her off.

The bench creaked faintly beneath us, the dim light of the clubroom casting sharp shadows across her face. Her usual stern expression was gone, replaced by an almost predatory glint in her eyes. Her lips curled into a smirk that promised trouble.

“Shameless brat…” She started, her voice low and dripping with intent as she leaned forward, planting her hands firmly on my chest. Her fingers dug into my shirt, pinning me down with just enough force to make it clear she was in control. At least, for now. “You’ve caused quite the stir today. Singing, charming the whole gymnasium, and now sneaking off with Ryouko? I think it’s time for a little… correction.”

Correction, huh? This woman. Looks like she could now twist our sessions to benefit her. And honestly, I’m not mad at all. This just showed she’s gradually losing the grip on her adamant denial of reality that she had been just as ensnared to me as I was to her since the day we first had sex.

The glint in her eyes was anything but professional. This wasn’t about disciplining me anymore. This was Orimura-sensei indulging in her favorite game, one where she got to play the authority figure while unraveling me in ways that had nothing to do with “correcting” my behavior.

I raised an eyebrow, my hands instinctively finding her hips, resting there lightly as I met her gaze. “Sensei, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re jealous of Ryouko-san bringing me with her alone after class. Am I wrong?”

Her smirk widened but there was a flicker of something sharper in her eyes. Yes. It was something I was also familiar with. Possessiveness.

Or perhaps, it was just the thrill calling me out?

“Jealous? Don’t flatter yourself, cheeky brat. I just think it’s time you remembered why I was trying to help you correct your path. It was for your sake as well.”

Was it for my sake that her ultimate goal for the correction was to fall for her alone? I guess that’s true. She wanted me for herself and at the same time, she also didn’t want anyone else to be involved with me, even if it was Ryouko-san.

It was contradictory to her initial goal, but that’s besides the point now.

“I see. It was for our sake that I’m being corrected by you, sensei. Then so be it… It’s not like I hate being like this with you.” I replied as my arm finally encircled her hips, pulling her closer to me.

Her lips twitched, fighting a smile but she didn’t break character. Instead, she shifted her hips, grinding down just enough to make me gasp at her sudden movement. The friction sent sparks straight through me despite the intensity I’d just shared with Ryouko-san.

Her hands slid up to my shoulders, pinning me harder against the bench as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing against my face.

The clubroom gradually felt smaller, the walls closing in as the heat between us intensified and our attention only focused on each other. The tracksuit hugged her curves. The zipper that was already halfway down, lowered further, giving me a better glimpse of the tight sports bra beneath that barely contained her ample chest.

The scent of her sweat mixed with a faint trace of her perfume, an intoxicating combination that made my pulse quicken.

As I let my hands slide up her sides, my thumbs brushed the exposed skin just above her waistband. Just like Ryouko-san, her body was toned enough that my fingers didn’t sink into the softness.

“What do you think? Should I be scared, sensei?” I continued with a smirk, provoking her further.

Nonetheless, she naturally caught on to what I was trying to do.

With her smoldering gaze, she pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me.

“Scared? No. But you should be ready, cheeky brat. I’m not here to play nice.” Her hands moved swiftly, yanking my shirt up and over my head before I could protest, tossing it aside with a careless flick.

Her fingers traced the lines of my chest, her touch firm and possessive as though she was staking her claim on my body.

I let her have her moment, but I wasn’t about to let her dominate completely.

My hands moved to the zipper of her tracksuit, tugging it down the rest of the way. The fabric parted, revealing more of her toned midriff and the swell of her breasts, barely restrained by the sports bra.

Mhm… At this point, my return to the classroom was once again to be delayed. Good thing the 7th period was free time in preparation for the Cultural Festival next week.