Serious-looking bitch Sakura-sensei

Chapter 1: The Taboo Sacrifice

I’m Sho Sato, 18, a third-year at a Tokyo private high school, 175 cm, lanky, short black hair, average looks with a sharp gaze. My male classmates, hormone-raging teens, constantly ogle girls’ skirts or chests, freaking them out. Our homeroom teacher, Misaki Sakuragi, 35, seems strict as an ice judge—black-framed glasses, pinned-up long straight black hair, always in fitted suits, voice cold, no one dares challenge her. She’s the model educator, stressing discipline and morals, often lecturing, “You brats, don’t let lust ruin your future!”

One day after school, I stayed for homework issues, heading to the staff room. Misaki-sensei was bending over files, skirt tight, lace panties peeking. I swallowed, hard as hell. She caught me, blushing, “Sato, you boys are full of lust, aren’t you?” I nodded awkwardly; she sighed, “To protect the girls, I’ll sacrifice something.” Stunned, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra, F-cup breasts nearly spilling, “Sato, vent your desires on me, not the girls.”

Brain blank, I pounced, tore her skirt, licked her pussy, molten-hot. I fucked her pussy, thrusting roughly, desk creaking. I came inside; she squirted, juices soaking files, room like a flood. She gasped, “Sato… so rough…” Ashamed, I wanted to bolt, but stayed hard, guilt and pleasure dueling.

Chapter 2: Absurd After-School Affairs

Misaki-sensei’s “sacrifice” didn’t stop. She kept me late for “tutoring,” really sex parties. In an empty classroom, in a sheer blouse, nipples peeking, she said, “Sato, other boys are restless; I’ll satisfy you first.” She stripped, lay on the desk, vibrator on her pussy, juices dripping. I tied her to the blackboard, whipped her ass, fucked her pussy roughly, her screaming, “Sato… I’m breaking…” I came on her face; she licked it clean, “You’re fiercer than I thought.” The floor was a puddle; I slipped, bruising my butt. She laughed, “Sato, you’re a comedy!”

It spread. She “tutored” others like Yamamoto and Tanaka, hormone bombs. In the gym storage, she let us three take turns, clamping her nipples, shocking her clit. She moaned, “You boys… don’t touch the girls… fuck me…” We came all over, juices spraying like a fire hose. Yamamoto knocked over yoga balls, rolling everywhere; we laughed, but my heart sank.

I asked, “Sensei, is this really for the girls?” She paused, “Sato, I have desires too. Win-win.” Her lonely eyes betrayed her.

Chapter 3: Inner Struggles

Misaki-sensei’s body hooked me, but post-climax guilt hit like a tsunami. She’s my teacher; I’m her student—this defies all ethics. I tried refusing, “Sensei, this is wrong; we stop.” She laughed, “Sato, your cock disagrees. The girls’ safety’s on me.” Her tired eyes showed pain. I dug into her past—divorced, single for years, maybe using sex to fill a void.

In the library, she stripped, lying on the shelf, “Sato, gag me with a book, fuck me.” I stuffed her stockings in her mouth, fucked her pussy and anus, rough enough to make her scream, juices soaking books. After, she curled up, “Sato, do you think I’m trash?” Heart aching, I hugged her, “Sensei, you deserve better.” She cried, “I just want to be needed.” We’re escaping pain.

I try distancing, focusing on studies, but her nudes taunt, “Sato, or I find other boys.” Pissed, I fuck her all night, guilt and pleasure a vortex.

Chapter 4: Reality’s Absurdity

I try normalcy, studying for exams, dodging Misaki-sensei. She bursts into class in a miniskirt, faking homework checks, bending to flash her pussy, making me hard. After, she drags me to storage, strips, “Sato, relax me.” I shock her clit, fuck her pussy, her screaming, “Sato… I’m dying…” Juices soak the shelves. The shock wand shorts, sparks flying; we laugh, dousing fires, like a comedy. Heart heavy, I say, “Sensei, we’re ruining each other.” She pauses, “Sato, I’m protecting students and myself.”

On a school trip, Misaki-sensei in a gym outfit bends, flashing cleavage, making me hard. She pulls me to the locker room, stripping, “Sato, give me your approval.” I fuck her anus, rough, her screaming, “Sato… I’m yours…” Juices soak the locker. A yoga ball rolls in, hitting my foot; I slip, butt-up; she laughs, “Sato, gymnastics fail!” Pissed, I fuck her again, cumming on her, room a disaster.

Chapter 5: Breaking Legacy

I decide to transfer to Chiba, escaping Misaki-sensei. I focus on exams for college, ignoring her texts. She storms my new school in a sexy OL outfit, faking a parent meeting, stripping on the conference table, “Sato, one last time?” Furious, I drag her to the bathroom, “Sensei, you deserve real students!” She cries, “Sato, I just want to be needed.” Softening, I hug her, “Find yourself.” She nods, vowing to quit, start anew.

I rebuild, date normal classmates, but her body haunts my dreams like a ghost. This taboo must end. She sends wild lilies, “Sato, a goodbye gift.” I keep them, “Sensei, be happy.” She leaves, teary.

Chapter 6: Divergent Endings

I burn Misaki-sensei’s messages, starting fresh. She writes, finding new work, starting therapy, rebuilding. Relieved, I focus on studies, forgetting the madness. 

Burning her messages, Misaki-sensei’s body haunts me. I return to Tokyo, joining her “private lesson comeback” as “Stern Bitch.” She’s gangbanged by me and other students, whipped, shocked, plugged, cum and juices flooding the classroom. She screams, “Sato… I’m your sex slave…” I fuck her mouth, cumming in her throat, then her pussy, her partner. We open a “Taboo Classroom,” daily orgies, her massive breasts and my cock legendary. I fall into an abyss, life a sex carnival.