Chapter 29.
<b>Chapter 29. ~Rewards for Her Efforts~ (7/7)</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">She leaned in closer with her lips slightly parted and nibbled on my lower lip before she stuck her tongue out and slipped it in between my lips where she entangled hers with my own.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her soft hands slid up under my shirt and caressed my body gently. Wherever her hands came into contact, my body felt hot like it was burning up.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her tongue, which had already entwined itself around mine, constricted it tightly. There was nowhere for it to run or hide, it could not escape from hers. Seeing how running was futile I surrendered myself to her tongue and let her have her way. It was asionally pulled along into her mouth where she’d tease it yfully.
<span style="font-weight:400">She’d gotten quite good at kissing and much more emboldened in such a short period of time. While we entered a back and forth tug of war with our tongues the muscles in my body ckened until it was limp, fully rxed.
<span style="font-weight:400">After a while in this state, it became quite difficult to catch my breath. Just when I thought I’d ck out she pulled her head back for a moment allowing a long string of saliva to form between to two of us before it broke apart.
<span style="font-weight:400">I took in a few breaths in this small window, but I wasn’t given very long as she immediately returned on the offensive.
<span style="font-weight:400">As time progressed, a simr scene yed out again right when I thought I’d pass out from theck of oxygen.
<span style="font-weight:400">By the third time this transpired, I understood that she was doing it intentionally. When she said she’d get payback she hadn’t been joking. This was her form of getting even by keeping me struggling on the verge of passing out.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was like a spider on top of her prey, toying with it as it squirmed beneath her. I couldn’t very much resist since her reward was that she’d be allowed to do whatever she wanted to me as long as it didn’t surpass the level of the previous rewards she’d received.
<span style="font-weight:400">A make-out session had been one of those previous rewards and for all intents and purposes, this was definitely ssified as a make-out session. The only difference being the one before had been on equal grounds. This one was one where she was given full control. She dictated the pace, when to start and when to stop.
<span style="font-weight:400">In the end, I could only allow myself to be dominated by herte into the night.
<span style="font-weight:400">When she finally had her full of swapping saliva and looked fully content. She finally finished me off with onest deep kiss that went on until I finally lost consciousness.
<span style="font-weight:400">When morning came and I woke up I discovered her in my arms fully nude and my heart sank as I recalled everything that transpired the night before. At no point had I recalled her ever stripping her clothes.
<span style="font-weight:400">As if feeling I’d woken up, she looked up at me with dreamy eyes and said, st night was amazing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">No, I did not do anything. I swear. I’m an innocent man. I’ve been framed. Conned. Is this what they call a honey trap? Had she taken pictures while I was asleep? Would she ckmail me with them in the future?
<span style="font-weight:400">When she looked into my eyes and saw they were confused and filled with panic she smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s probably not what you’re thinking.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean it’s not what I’m thinking? No matter how you look at this… especially after what we did.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“After you passed out nothing else happened. I let you sleep without doing anything further. I promise.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then please exin your current appearance that I currently cannot fathom.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it’s sort of your fault. I never knew howfortable it was to fall asleep without any restrictive clothing. I wasn’t able to fall asleep while I was wearing themst night when I remembered thefort I felt without them. After I experienced sleeping like this once, it seems I’m unable to go back to sleeping the way I used to before. You only have yourself to me for this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t buy it. You’re definitely doing this just to mess with me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, part of me did want to mess with you so you’re not entirely wrong.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. Please give me a break. I seriously freaked out and thought I’d crossed thatst line.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a shame you didn’t.” She grumbled quietly to herself.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… putting that aside, we should probably get ready for school.” I changed the topic.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I suppose.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Later that night after I finished work we had our final study session andst test. Even without the reward to motivate her, she got all the questions correct.
<span style="font-weight:400">With that achievement, I knew my work had paid off. I’d sessfully aplished my objective. I’d reprogrammed her.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I showed her the score she received, she smiled and looked at me with her cheek supported by her palm propped up by her elbow atop the table.
<span style="font-weight:400">She suddenly opened her mouth and said, “You know, for a long time I’ve kind of thought studying was something impossible for me on my own. But... it seems I was wrong.” She didn’t appear particrly hung up on the score she received. It was a hundred, but what she was happy about didn’t seem to be that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve always thought the only thing I’d be able to do in life was to follow in the steps of my parents. It was the only thing I seemed capable of doing and I never thought about anything else aside from that. Despite that being the case, I at least wanted to try living a normal life in high school for three years and I made the first selfish request I’d ever made of my parents. To allow me to be independent for the next three years and allow me to attend high school without any interruptions. During that time I wanted to experience things that other normal girls my age would experience like falling in love and whatnot. After these three years were up I’d then obediently return home and do what my parents had taught me since young to do. The thought that I could do something else never sprung up to me. But now… I think there’s something else I want to do in the future.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? And what is that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh. I’d like to be a teacher after graduation. Then… maybe get married. Settle down in some remote location together with my precious husband. Have children. Raise them together. A simple, normal, peaceful life like that rather than the busy lifestyle my parents live, constantly on the move from one country to the next.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But… what about you? What are your ns after you graduate?” She suddenly asked me that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Me? Hmm… that’s a bit of a secret I guess. Though I’d like to just pass my days with a simple low-pressure job while I do the things I enjoy the most.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Don’t you think our ns fit pretty well?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… do they really?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She pouted dissatisfied by myckluster response andined, “You could have just said yes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know, being a teacher isn’t all fun and games like you might think. You can’t go and use unorthodox teaching methods like mine with your students or you’ll get fired.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I wouldn’t do something like that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You do realize there are a lot of other responsibilities of a teacher aside from simply teaching students the required material, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? There are? Like what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, for example, students are going to have problems unrted to simple school work that they wille to you as an authoritative figure they look up to. But you can’t just go and straight-up feed them the answers or solutions to all of their problems. You must have restraint. As a teacher, it’s your job to guide them to the correct path, not give them an answer. It’s the student’s job to walk down that path with their own ability. You can’t be pushing them along from behind and babying them. They need to be able to take those steps forward deeper into the unknown world all on their own. The answers exist out there for them to find for themselves, they are not there to be given. If they are given everything rather than working for it, they will never be able to function properly as an adult in our society. They will be overly reliant on others and be unable to walk on their own. That is what I believe to be one of the greatest responsibilities of a teacher. It’s a rather heavy responsibility if you ask me. Are you sure it’s one you want to take up?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She puffed out her right cheek and grumbled, “You sound like an old man lecturing a kid. You know, you’re my boyfriend, right? You can at least support me when I make such a big decision, can’t you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Actually, I am fully supportive of your decision. I think it’s great you want to be a teacher. I just wouldn’t want you to go into it light-heartedly thinking it’s all fun and games. The world of adults is by no means an easy one. Some people go into it half-heartedly, thinking they want to do one thing, then by the time they reach the end, they realize what they actually want to do is the exact opposite. By then, they’ve wasted so much time that they’re starting with a great disadvantage. Finding what you truly want to do in life so early on so you can get a head start is something I believe to be a wonderful thing. I’m more than happy that you found something for yourself.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… that was at least better… but you still sound like an old man.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Weren’t you the very same person who said you were into older mature guys or something to that degree?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Be quiet. You’re getting too cocky.” She raised her free hand not supporting her cheek then poked my right cheek yfully with her index finger arched back, forcefully tilting my head to the side.
<span style="font-weight:400">I gently sped her left hand with my right and kissed the back of her hand gently and said smoothly, “My apologies for being so cocky.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Acting even cockier when you’re apologizing for being cocky in the first ce.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I suppose I apologize again,” I said as such while I moved my face up her arm and kissed it once more midway up.
<span style="font-weight:400">She pulled her hand back then rested her index finger atop my lips to keep me at bay. With a rather coquettish smile, she said, “If you go any further, it will feel like I’m being rewarded for that test, so no more for today.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Ourst day studying together came to a close with those final words from her.
<span style="font-weight:400">She took herst test with no problems on Friday and sessfully cleared the condition I set to achieve full marks on all midterms before penalties.