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I always became the chair when my dream music teacher played the piano
しおりを挟む
Ayumi, a fourth-grader who lived nearby, always led the group on the way to school, watching out for everyone's safety. I admired her, but she was also kind of scary, and I was afraid of getting scolded if I tried to make fun of her. Plus, she was a sporty and energetic girl, so from my dark and gloomy world of "M," she was dazzling, truly someone outside my realm.When I became a fourth grader, I joined the baseball club and devoted myself to practice with all my might, so I slowly stopped drifting into the world of M and, having stopped walking to school with the group, I saw Ayumi-senpai less and less.
I didn't feel much emotion at her graduation ceremony, but since she had been so helpful, I gave her a bouquet of flowers with the other kids who walked to school together, and she seemed very happy.As I approached the day of my elementary school graduation, enveloped in the nervousness of finally becoming a junior high student, I was relieved when Ayumi said she would walk to school with me for a while. There was a huge mental gap between a first-year junior high boy and a third-year junior high girl, almost like a child and an adult, and she was like a kind, non-nagging guardian to me, which was nice, but it seemed like a bad idea for a boy and girl to walk to school together, and I was even threatened by some older boys.I thought about consulting Ayumi-senpai, but I didn't want to drag her into my troubles, so I found myself often indulging in the comfortable feeling of drifting in the world of M.
When I looked at Ayumi-san from within the world of M, her breasts seemed more developed, her waist fuller, and as I thought about it, I was seized by a strange sensation of being sucked into her buttocks.One evening before summer vacation, I was late leaving a school committee meeting and tried to get to my usual route home by going behind the school building, a way I didn't normally take. I saw two older girls sitting between the storage shed and the school building. One of them was a year ahead of me and we'd gone to the same elementary school. Maybe it was a mistake that I noticed them, because they called out to me, and as I cautiously approached, I was suddenly pushed from behind and pinned against the wall of the school building.
"You saw us in the faculty room earlier, didn't you?""Come to think of it, I did see two girls being scolded in the staff room before the committee meeting, but I didn't pay much attention and didn't know who they were, so I just ignored it. But it seems I'm being accused of holding a grudge because they say I was laughing while watching them.
"It's a misunderstanding. I wasn't laughing at you two."I was vaguely aware that the homeroom teacher was scolding the two girls about their hairstyles and short skirts, and I was just listening with half an ear, but it seemed like they knew. Now, whenever I see a short skirt, I can't help but glance at the waist, and I have a habit of momentarily slipping into an M-rated world, which is what caused the trouble.
Even though I explained that I only felt sorry for them being scolded in the faculty room, they wouldn't accept it at all.
"You're probably going to spread it around to everyone."
No matter how I answered, I couldn't get them to forgive me."I won't forgive you unless you swear you'll never breathe a word of this to anyone."
I thought if I made a verbal promise, I'd be forgiven, so I rattled off all sorts of declarations, but they completely ignored me.
"Well then, I'll make sure you have something you're too ashamed to tell anyone about too."
With that, the smaller girl shoved me, making me fall. Thinking I was about to be beaten to a pulp, I pleaded with the girl whose name I knew."Satomi, please, I beg you, forgive me. I'll do anything."
"Anything? What are you going to do?"
I was too terrified to escape into my M world, but my knowledge was vast, so I remembered something like a ritual for begging forgiveness from a queen. I pressed my face against the instep of Satomi's foot, who was standing, and begged for forgiveness.
"Aren't you ashamed of doing something like that?"Removing Satomi's shoes by touching her feet, I directly kissed the instep of her foot.
"Just forgive him already."
A word of help came from another female student whose name I didn't know, but before I knew it, I had entered the world of M, and without being ordered, I was sucking on Ayumi's toes, clinging to them. I learned about the "awakening of the goddess" much later, but at that moment, I thought Satomi had truly awakened as a goddess.After the other female student hurried home, Satomi suddenly became kind.
"You won't tell anyone about this, right?"
I was disappointed that it was ending like this, and I couldn't help but say something unnecessary.
"I feel like I'm going to tell everyone tomorrow."
Ayumi, who was staring at me in disbelief while putting on her shoes and getting ready to leave, stopped and said,
"I won't resort to violence."I just made you feel a little embarrassed."
"I feel like I'm going to blurt it out tomorrow."
Satomi stepped on the back of my head, who was in a dogeza position.
"Aren't you ashamed to be licking a girl's foot?"
I raised my face and looked diagonally upwards.
"What are you looking at?"
She plopped down on my forehead, and the sharp pain in the back of my head made my vision go black for a moment.My inner thighs were pressed against my cheeks, immobilizing me, and when they then sat seiza-style on my face, their shins dug into my cheeks, and I writhed in pain.
Because I was in so much pain and they were uncomfortable, they then sat in a tucked position on my face.
It was better than being sat on in seiza, but the throbbing pain in my forehead was unbearable, and I wished they would at least put a cushion under the back of my head, as it was impossible to remain still in that situation.Despite my shaking my head, there was no sign of her getting off, and perhaps because the seat was unstable, she shifted her buttocks around, swaying her hips from side to side and back and forth until she settled, at which point my nose ended up pressed tightly between her buttocks. Her buttocks completely covered my face, and while I was relieved to be free from the pain, I felt the roughness of the black stockings and the overwhelming volume and warmth. However, I started to have trouble breathing and was desperately trying to keep my airway open with my mouth.I was in an extremely painful situation, my mouth covered by a hand as if someone was enjoying my suffering, and only when I groaned did they finally release their hand, allowing me to breathe. Yet, somehow, I felt a strange desire to accept this environment. If they didn't remove their hand from my mouth, I would suffocate and die, and that might even be pleasing. Looking back, I might have been experiencing cerebral dysfunction due to hypoxia.Having finally stabilized, I was rocked back and forth, my nose slightly freed from the pressure of the buttocks. When I took a deep breath, a dusty, sour smell mixed with a sharp, stale odor, making me feel faint for a moment.
Regaining my composure and sniffing around, I realized that the extremely invasive organic smell originated from a single point deep within the buttocks.Drawn by a morbid curiosity, I pressed my nostrils to the air and, as I expected, was enveloped in a very harsh, yet nostalgic and comforting atmosphere.
I remained frozen in my squatting position, and Satomi, whether she was enduring pain or simply resting, also remained motionless. All I could see of her was her black stockings, and I couldn't tell where she was looking or what she was doing.
How much time had passed?"What are you doing?"
I heard a low, suppressed voice, and I immediately knew it was Ayumi-senpai.
I quickly sat up, staring blankly at the sky, as the two of them were whispering to each other. Ayumi-senpai was looking down at me.
"Go home. Now."
I hastily grabbed my bag and ran home.The next day, I passed Ayumi-senpai in the gymnasium and thanked her for yesterday. She told me to wait in front of the chorus club's room around the time their practice ended.
As the sun began to set, the singing from the chorus club faded, and I watched everyone stream out of the music room and head home. Then, Ayumi-senpai called me over.
Ms. Sayaka, the music teacher, was at the piano, and Ayumi-senpai was next to her, looking at sheet music.
"So, this is the one."In my grade, we had a different music teacher, and all the male students were interested in her, so it was an honor to get to know her.
"Ayumi-chan, I'll show you something interesting."
Ms. Sayaka stood up and then sat back down.
"Ayumi-chan, you saw it, right? You understand."
Senior Ayumi tilted her head, and I, who was also pointed out, had no idea what she was talking about.
"We call boys like that 'Assmen'.""Are you an assman?"
I was wondering what "assman" meant when Ms. Sayaka started explaining.
"Where was this child looking when I sat down?"
I was startled.
"She was looking at the chair, not me, right? You didn't notice? She was looking at the seat of the chair, wasn't she?"
I was embarrassed and looked down.
"That's what they call an assman. 'Ass' as in, well, ass. 'Ass' means butt.""So, I guess you could say... butt man, or Mr. Butt."
Ayumi-senpai seemed to finally understand what she saw yesterday and nodded as she backed away.
"You, what's your name?"
"Satake. Satake Harunori."
"Okay, then, Haru-kun."
"P-pleased to meet you."
Sayaka-sensei pretended to burst out laughing and signaled Ayumi-senpai to start practice.
"Look, Satomi-senpai is starting to practice her solo part.""What will you do, Haru-kun?"
The teacher pointed to the seat I had been staring at a moment ago.
"Come on, don't dawdle, we're wasting time."
Even after being told that, I didn't know what to do, and when I looked into the teacher's eyes, she said,
"Do what you want to do most. If you don't do it by the time I count to three, it's over."
As instructed, I buried my face in the seat of the chair that Sayaka-sensei had been using and began to smell it."So, Haru-kun, you're a pervert."
Even after receiving that piercing remark from Sayaka-sensei that felt like it was stabbing me in the back of the head, I kept my face buried in the seat.
What Ayumi-senpai thought of me was the scariest thing, but once I had taken the plunge, there was no choice but to reveal everything.
"Pervert, pervert-kun. Just as I expected. Now, don't bury your face, look up."When I turned my face to the side, Satomi-senpai was looking down at me with eyes that might as well have been looking at a pebble. I was prepared that we had reached the point of no return, so there was no sadness. Suddenly, Sayaka-sensei sat down, and I was restrained with my face still turned to the side. Sayaka-sensei began to play the piano, and Ayumi-sensei unleashed her beautiful voice.Feeling the weight and warmth of Sayaka-sensei's buttocks as she shifted her weight, with both ears blocked by the seat and her bottom, I could only hear the piano and her voice as if they were muffled.
As one song ended, I felt Sayaka-sensei lift her hips ever so slightly, and I quickly looked up at the ceiling.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Sayaka-sensei enveloped my face in her ample buttocks, wiggled them back and forth, and wedged me into the deepest part of her midline.Unlike Satomi's cotton panties yesterday, which were worn over thick black stockings, Sayaka-sensei's light gray panties, made of a very thin, smooth nylon-like material, clung so tightly that I could feel her bare skin.
Yesterday, when I was enveloped by Satomi's buttocks, even though it was a critical situation where I felt like I was about to suffocate, I had a strangely calm feeling and tried to accept the situation. But Sayaka-sensei's buttocks were even more voluptuous, enveloping my heart like an inescapable destiny.I woke up suddenly, feeling like I heard the sound of a piano playing in the distance and a voice calling my name. It seemed I had passed out while Ms. Sayaka was sitting on my butt, and I had been laid on the floor. Ms. Sayaka and Ayumi-senpai seemed to be engrossed in practice.
"You're awake. Now, once more. Concentrate properly. You can't fall asleep."
As I placed my head face-up on the seat again, Ms. Sayaka plopped down, completely blocking my nose and mouth, leaving me with no airway.It was so painful, I wasn't even allowed to kick my legs, and even when I shook my head, I was just pinned down again. I thought I was done for, I was starting to lose consciousness, when a gap was created.
Again, as I placed my head face up on the seat, the teacher plopped down heavily, blocking my nose and mouth, leaving me no way to breathe. It was incredibly painful, and I wasn't allowed to kick my legs; even if I shook my head, I was just pinned down again.I thought I was done for, about to pass out, when a gap opened up, and as I inhaled a lungful of air, I was enveloped in a sticky, semi-liquid air, like damp forest soil or a putrid stench, utterly incomparable to Ayumi-san from yesterday. Once it entered my lungs, I was exposed to a dangerous gas that would never disappear, and even amidst that, I strangely accepted that I must be an asthmatic to feel joy."Dr. Sayaka seemed well aware that I was only half-anesthetized, and occasionally I heard a voice from above.
'Remember to breathe. Feel me with your whole body.'
There she was, embodying the elevated spirit of a pianist and artist, an image also expressed in Assman, who was sitting on the keyboard with his butt.
'Shall we take a little break?'"Ayumi-senpai took a sip from her water bottle, and I watched Sayaka-sensei enter the back room of the music room while I rested my head on the seat. Should I wait like this, or should I stand in the corner, or should I quietly leave the classroom and disappear? I glanced at Ayumi-senpai, but she completely ignored me, and I panicked.
"Haru-kun, come here for a moment."Entering the waiting room, Sayaka-sensei stood with her arms crossed, staring at me,
"Haru-kun, I'm going to test you now. Show me your loyalty and sincerity."
"Yes."
"A 'yes' isn't enough. My orders are absolute."
"Yes."
"This is rather anticlimactic. You need to swear your loyalty to me from the bottom of your heart."
"Yes."
"You should always be prostrating yourself before your teacher.""Put your forehead on the floor and don't lift your head until I say it's okay."
"Yes."
"You're getting the hang of it. Now, sit there in seiza, look up, and open your mouth."
I had a feeling I was going to have chalk or a rag stuffed in my mouth, but it wasn't something that childish.
"Today, I'm going to give you special timing, so you absolutely can't fail. Now, here we go."Even when she said "Here we go," I didn't understand what was happening. Then, I was sitting upright on my knees, looking up with my mouth open, and Ms. Sayaka's hand stroked my chin, tilting my head further upwards. As I stared into her eyes, Ms. Sayaka dripped saliva into my mouth.
"We don't have time. If you spill any, I'll kill you. Your life depends on this."Before I could brace myself, Ms. Sayaka smoothly dropped her skirt, pressed her light gray panties against my face, and then, without taking them off, shifted them with her hand and pressed her dark bush against my mouth.
"Catch your breath, and don't choke."The jet of water shot out with a popping sound, hit the hard palate and bounced back, spreading through my mouth, threatening to overflow if I didn't swallow it immediately. What it was didn't matter; I had to deal with it mechanically, swallowing continuously, unable to breathe.
The ending was abrupt, and I managed to swallow it all without overflowing, but I was completely out of breath, careful not to throw up.Ms. Sayaka, without wiping the dark bush, pulled her shifted panties back into place, put on her skirt, and left the dressing room.
"Come quickly."
Ms. Sayaka's light voice felt like a completely normal act, as if she didn't care at all about what had just happened to me, and I decided to tell myself that there was no need to worry, and I also left the dressing room.
"Now then, let's begin the second half of practice."I wondered if Ayumi-senpai knew about the ritual-like thing that took place in the waiting room, and if she didn't, I had to make sure she didn't find out. I lowered my head and quietly approached the piano, but Ayumi-senpai seemed ready to sing, and Sayaka-sensei gestured as if to hurry me to become the cushion for the chair.Even though I didn't feel nauseous, my stomach was bloated when I was facing upwards, and I endured the restlessness. As Sayaka-sensei's butt filled my entire face, I entered a world of darkness, focusing only on my hearing, listening to Ayumi-senpai's singing the whole time.
Before I suffocated, Sayaka-sensei slightly swayed her hips, barely creating a gap for me to breathe, and gave me a blast of intensely sticky, fermented-smelling air."After practice, I was still sitting on the zabuton cushion, listening to Sayaka-sensei chatting with Ayumi-senpai when she said,
"Haru-kun, good work. Make sure you walk Ayumi-san home properly. See you tomorrow."
The scent of Sayaka-sensei's butt had permeated not only my nostrils but my entire face, and I hesitated to approach Ayumi-senpai. However, they both seemed completely oblivious to my hesitation, so I gave up, swallowed my shame, and walked Ayumi-senpai home along the dark road."Ms. Sayaka is always looking for something, isn't she?"
"Huh? Are there others too?"
"Of course. I'm used to it by now."
Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't know what was sad, what was painful, what was frustrating, but I just felt like I could never go back to the way things were, and maybe I was just panicking.The thing that Sayaka-sensei made me drink has already been absorbed in my stomach and is melting into my body, so I can never get rid of it. That means I can no longer leave Sayaka-sensei, and while I don't want to leave, the fact that I can't leave is scary, and thinking that made me cry.Ayumi-senpai patted my shoulder lightly to comfort me, but I was looking down, thinking selfishly that she should have barged into the waiting room and stopped me.
"I don't know if this will be any comfort, but I've been under Sayaka-sensei's guidance for almost three years now. Including Haru-kun, there have been over 20 male students who were brought in because they might have the potential to be Asman.""You know, there were probably fewer than ten people who got to be sat on by the teacher's butt."
So, does that mean I'm one of the chosen ones?
I feel like I'm emanating the gifts from Sayaka-sensei not just from my mouth, but from my entire body, and I was at war with the feeling that I was living as a different being than I was yesterday.
"The first boy they bring here is always taken to the waiting room.""My teacher told me I absolutely mustn't come, so I'm trying not to think about it, but I heard screams a few times. Haru is amazing. So, cheer up."
"I was wondering if that was a pep talk, a warning, or an announcement about the even harsher training to come, and then I felt that same feeling I had when Asman hit the nail on the head.
If less than half the boys were subjected to that treatment, and many more dropped out during that ritual, I wonder if only a few survived."Was it like this even for my classmates? Were the upperclassmen enduring even harsher training? What awaited them after enduring it?
I was wavering between fear and a sense of rivalry that seemed to negate it.
My thoughts grew deeper and deeper, and before I knew it, I was home. I immediately went to my room, looked at my face in the mirror, and breathed onto my hand to check the smell.
The scent from deep within Ms. Ayumi's buttocks was firmly bonded to the tip of my nose, and no matter how much I tried to wipe it away, it wouldn't come off.I took a bath and washed my face, even my nasal passages, but somehow the feeling and scent of Sayaka-sensei's butt were ingrained in me, and I even felt like I had become one with Sayaka-sensei's butt.
My family had already finished dinner, and I devoured the rice ball left on the table, drank juice, and prepared for tomorrow.These days, you can connect with friends at home with your smartphone, but back in the late 1970s, the only way to contact someone was with a black telephone, and you wouldn't call at night unless it was a real emergency.
Because of that, imagination and fantasy expanded our world, and I think especially for junior high boys, we lived by inflating our longing and curiosity towards women in our heads.
That night, the events in the music room with Ms. Sayaka and Ayumi-senpai kept replaying in my mind, and I couldn't fall asleep easily.I remember the feeling of Ms. Ayumi's butt very well, even through the thin fabric. When I put a handkerchief over my face, that scene came back to me, and my groin got hot.
The next morning, when I left the house to go to school, Satomi was standing next to a nearby utility pole.
"I'm sorry about the day before yesterday."
I felt terrible, thinking that Ayumi-senpai must have really given her a hard time.
"I was seen being pathetic in the faculty room, I don't know what was wrong with me.""No, it's my fault. I'm the one who couldn't apologize honestly. I'm sorry."
Walking towards school,
"Have you seen Ayumi-senpai since then?"
I had done more than just see her, but I shook my head, and Satomi-san seemed relieved. For a while, I walked slightly behind Ayumi-san in silence. Ayumi-san must have been blamed quite a bit, so I thought I had to lighten her burden, even if I couldn't completely erase it."I'm grateful to you, Satomi."
Satomi stopped walking and turned to face me.
"I'm sorry for being so cheeky. I reflected on myself after you scolded me."
"No, I was just getting worked up."
"Thanks to you, Satomi, I was able to be honest with myself. I'm happy, and that's why I'm grateful."
"That must have hurt."
"It didn't hurt at all.""I think Satomi-san untangled my twisted heart."
Perhaps because I looked so serious, Satomi-san almost burst out laughing,
"But you were thrashing around quite a bit, weren't you?"
"At first, I tried to escape. But my feelings gradually calmed down, and I realized that this is where I belong."
Satomi-san laughed out loud.
"So, Haru-kun's place is under my butt, huh?"While I agreed with that, I was too embarrassed to say anything and kept quiet. As we approached the school, I was conscious of the eyes of those around us seeing a boy and girl walking to school together, so I created some distance and went to school.
After class, I wasn't sure if I should just go home or stop by the music room. I hadn't seen Ayumi-senpai, and I was hesitating when I heard piano music coming from the music room.Like moths drawn to a bug zapper, I passed by the music room and saw Ms. Sayaka all alone, playing with a considerable amount of intensity.
After walking past, I hid and peeked at her through the glass in the door.
Choir practice seemed to be canceled, and as I was captivated by Ms. Sayaka swaying her body while playing the piano, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Ayumi-senpai standing there,
"Don't disturb the teacher. She'll kill you. Seriously."Ayumi-senpai stopped me just as I was about to open the door and enter the music room. We waited for the performance to end, sitting on the stairs around the corner of the hallway past the music room.
"Actually, I walked to school with Satomi this morning. She apologized to me, and I felt really bad."
"Why? You were being bullied, weren't you?"
"Thank you for helping me back then.""I didn't help him."
I stared at Ayumi-senpai, surprised by her words.
"It's not that I helped him."
Satomi-san thought she had been severely scolded by Ayumi-senpai, so she reported it to cover up, but it seems I was mistaken.
"Haru-kun looked happy, didn't he?"
I felt the blood rushing to my head.
"He looked happy. That's why I questioned Satomi."I felt like I could melt and flow away right there, realizing that Ayumi-senpai knew everything about both Satomi and Sayaka-sensei.
"Satomi said that she kind of calmed down while being punished."
"I thought if I resisted, something even worse would happen to me."
"Oh, really? I'm always looking for boys the teacher might like. If the teacher is happy, I'm happy too."
"Am I just a tribute?"
"Oh, are you unhappy even though the teacher liked you?"
"It's not that I'm unhappy. It's just that I'm sad that I was sent from Ayumi-senpai to the teacher."
Ayumi-senpai looked down a little, and a silent moment passed between them.
"I'm sorry. I knew it. But the teacher...""I'm sorry for saying something strange. I'm going to the teacher now. Ayumi-senpai, thank you so much."
I didn't even know why I was thanking her, but I think I had a cunning plan to test whether Ayumi-senpai would be able to stand by and watch me receive harsh training from Sayaka-sensei by doing so.Ayumi-senpai, looking like she had finished playing for the time being, watched me head towards the music room from the stairs, said a single "Well, I'm going home," and headed towards the entrance.
Peeking into the music room through the glass, I couldn't see the teacher, and since there was no sign of anyone after opening the door, I figured they were in the waiting room and decided to wait for them to come out.
Feeling like I was at a crossroads of fate, I wondered if showing up even though the teacher hadn't called me would please her, making her think I was eagerly continuing from yesterday, or if it would be a huge nuisance, making her resolve that there would be no next time.
Ms. Sayaka could see right through the heart of a seventh-grade boy.
The waiting room had no door, and from the outside, it looked pitch black inside. When I saw the teacher beckoning me from within, I immediately opened the doorway and ran into the waiting room.
Of course I remembered the instructions the teacher gave me yesterday, and I prostrated myself, pressing my forehead against the cold floor.
I felt the teacher's foot pressing down on the back of my head.
The teacher said nothing.
The teacher remained silent as they grabbed my hair, and when I glanced up, I was slapped across the cheek several times.
Then, they pointed at the floor with their index finger, and I sat up straight on my knees.My chin was jerked up by a hand and my mouth was stroked, so I reflexively tilted my head back and opened my mouth as wide as possible.
The teacher, still wearing her skirt, covered me as if to envelop me, and although it was dark, I realized she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt.
The dressing room was dark, but some light came in from the music room, and I could see the teacher's figure from her navel to her epigastrium.The teacher's shadow loomed before me, and without even taking a breath, I received a warm stream of water into my mouth, swallowing desperately.
I felt strangely determined not to spill a drop, not to let it overflow.
There was less than yesterday, and I accepted all of the teacher, breathing heavily, feeling very satisfied.
Without savoring the afterglow, the teacher nudged me out of her skirt with her leg and pointed to the floor again with her index finger, so I prostrated myself without hesitation.
My head was trampled, and her foot pressed down along my spine to my lower back.
Then, the teacher quickly sat down on the back of my head. Since I was prostrating myself with my forehead on the floor, even though the teacher was slender, a considerable pain shot through my forehead.
Whether it was because I was trembling slightly, the teacher raised their hips, lightly kicked me to make me lie on my back, and immediately sat down on my face facing forward. The teacher's bush pressed against my nose, enveloping me in a faint, sweet and sour scent. I felt the teacher's weight on me in the middle of the crowd, unable to open my mouth.
Suddenly, their hips were thrust sharply towards my forehead, and the deepest part of the teacher's buttocks was pressed against my nostrils.
A powerful, invasive, aggressive, and even tissue-destroying odor, completely different from the sweet and sour scent from before, pierced through to the top of my head.
There was no escape, and as I struggled to breathe in the air carrying that strong stench, it felt like it was being embedded deep within the teacher's rear, pressed even closer as if gouging, and I felt a suffocating terror as if my nose was being glued shut.
Then, once my waist was brought back to its original position, my nose was freed, only to be enveloped in a slightly sweet, decaying odor. My mouth was perfectly aligned with the teacher's anus, and at that moment, I kissed the teacher. Even though my first kiss was only with an ass, I felt a strong excitement that I had kissed the teacher.
The teacher's hand tapped my cheek as if signaling, and interpreting it as an order to open my mouth, I opened it as wide as possible, and the teacher's ass was pressed into it.
Even though it was a kiss, the fact that my mouth was pressed against the teacher's butthole made me calmly wonder, despite the critical situation, if it would be expelled into my mouth as is, or if I was going to be eaten. I was waiting for Sayaka-sensei's next move.
I think it stayed like that for over 10 minutes.
Ms. Sayaka didn't utter a single word, and wondering if she was waiting for my move, I gently extended my tongue and stimulated her anus. Suddenly, she raised her hips and, in a rather hysterical voice, said, "Don't do things without permission!" She then stomped on my face hard and left the waiting room.
I realized I'd messed up, but it was already too late. When I followed her, she was organizing her sheet music and closing the keyboard lid.
As I tried to prostrate myself, I was stopped with a foot,
"You're visible from outside. Just go home already."
I was practically kicked out of the music room, and when I looked back, the teacher was sitting on the piano stool, looking deep in thought. I couldn't even apologize, so I gave up and headed for the student entrance. It was dimly lit with only a small light, and there wasn't a soul in sight. It felt somehow eerie, so I hurried outside. I was called out from behind, and I immediately knew it was Ms. Ayumi.
"Were you waiting for me?"
"You're early. Oh dear, your face is a mess again today."
I thought I was completely used to it, but since Sayaka-sensei sat on my face, I hadn't washed it, and the inside of my nose was full of a sour smell. Ayumi-senpai immediately pointed it out.
"Haru-kun, aren't you happy? It was the same with Satomi."
"I thought you were crying because you were scared, so I helped you, but you were grinning, so I was surprised."
"Because I was forcibly held down, and I thought if I ran away, something even worse would happen."
"But you were enjoying it, weren't you? Pervert."
"Do you know what happened to me in the back of the music room, Ayumi-senpai?"
"I don't know. The teacher told me to absolutely not come."
"You really don't know?"
"I told you before, I heard a scream.""But there were no signs of being hit, so I thought it was strange."
"You really don't know?"
"Once, because I was so curious, I asked the teacher about it. She winked and told me, 'It's marking.'"
"Marking? So, I was marked by the teacher."
"Like having a cigarette butt pressed against you."
I rolled up my sleeve and showed Ms. Ayumi that there were no burn marks."It hurt."
"It didn't hurt, but I don't think I'll ever forget it."
"I don't really understand. Oh well. I'll walk you home."
Ayumi-senpai is two years above me, so she seems more like an accomplished woman than a girl, and she's a dazzling presence to me, but she's also a childhood friend, so I've always felt like I can't do anything careless.
I was quite curious if she had a guy she liked, or if she was dating any male students, but she probably just thought of me as a kid, so if I asked, she'd just brush it off, and I wanted to avoid making things awkward.
"Do you think of me as a kid, Ayumi-senpai?"
After a few seconds,
"I don't think of you as a kid, but maybe as a cute junior."
"A junior, huh?"
"You helped my junior because they were being bullied, right?"
"That's right, but they were happy about it. I was so surprised."
"That's why I'm saying they weren't happy."
"But they looked happy."
"So, seeing that, what did you think, Ayumi-senpai?"
"Pervert."
"I'm about to cry. Is it because I'm a pervert that you find me disgusting?"
"If I found you disgusting, I wouldn't be walking with you like this, would I?"
"I just thought, 'He's a pervert.'"
"Is it wrong to be a pervert?"
"Of course it is."
"It's because Ayumi-senpai keeps pushing me onto Sayaka-sensei."
"But you looked happy about it."
"I've always admired Sayaka-sensei."
"Well, isn't that great? You got to touch Sayaka-sensei. Even if it was her butt."
"Actually, I've liked you, Ayumi-senpai, for a long time.""Oh, thank you. I'm very happy."
"What does Ayumi-senpai think of me?"
"Pervert."
It didn't lead anywhere.
After that, every day I went to the music room in the evening, enduring Ayumi-senpai's cold gaze, being sat on by Sayaka-sensei, dragged into the waiting room, and without any hesitation or consideration, I was reduced to nothing more than an object to be simply peed on.
Since there was no singing practice for Ayumi-senpai on Saturday, I listened to the piano performance while constantly pinned under Sayaka-sensei's butt. Perhaps because Ayumi-senpai wasn't there and students weren't passing through the hallway, Sayaka-sensei wasn't wearing panties, and when her skirt enveloped her, her butt and hips were visible straight from her legs, and I was gazing at the round and very beautiful outline of the curve of her butt.
As soon as my face was sandwiched deep, deep between the left and right bulges, I thought, "So this is how I'm destined to be treated after all."
I even suspected that such a beautiful teacher's ass emitted such a harsh, aggressive scent on purpose.
If I were allowed to serve only my teacher's ass, I would have wanted to kiss and lick the source of the scent, but she would never allow it, and I was just a tool used for the cushion and urination. After burying my nostrils in her ass for a long time without panties, I even felt like I wasn't just being scented, but that I was my teacher's excrement itself.
During summer vacation, while intensive training was underway for the September recital, I was used by Ms. Sayaka like a mere prop rather than a servant, and as the performance drew nearer, Ayumi-senpai became very nervous and stopped paying attention to me.
The chorus club's recital was held before the September long weekend, and Ayumi-senpai's solo went perfectly, marking the retirement of the third-year students from club activities.
Exam week was over, and the choir club was reorganized without the third-year students. Three female students who were candidates to sing solos were receiving instruction from Ms. Sayaka. There was no way I could have a role while those three girls were practicing, and I felt like Ms. Sayaka had discarded me, and I felt my heart growing desolate.
Ayumi-senpai was so engrossed in studying for her exams that we never saw each other at school. When I occasionally ran into Satomi-san, I lamented my existence, feeling like I was being looked down upon, like a puppy being petted. After the final exams in December, my classmates were elated by the carefree atmosphere before winter break, but I was the only one feeling down. I wasn't really in the mood for New Year's either, and I spent most of my time in my room, lost in fantasies of being crushed under Sayaka-sensei's butt.
Having lived a self-indulgent life, I faced the graduation ceremony. The underclassmen were diligently practicing songs and finalizing their farewell speeches, and I, too, was trying to pull myself together, at least enough to give Ayumi-senpai a splendid send-off.
During the graduation ceremony, the underclassmen's voices resonated with song, accompanied by Sayaka-sensei's piano performance.
I sent a glance towards Sayaka-sensei, but she didn't react at all, causing a ripple of anxiety in my heart as I wondered if I had already been discarded.
As the graduates lined up and were seen off to the school gate, I was clapping along with my friends to liven things up when Ms. Sayaka tapped me on the shoulder and quietly told me to come to the music room later.
When I knocked and entered the music room after 3 o'clock, Ms. Sayaka was at the piano and, without a word, gestured with her chin for me to go into the waiting room.
It was past 3 o'clock, and Ms. Sayaka was at the piano in the music room. When I knocked and entered, she silently gestured with her chin for me to go into the waiting room. Once inside, I knelt down and prostrated myself. I might not have needed to take such a posture anymore, but I wanted to express my heartfelt gratitude to Ms. Sayaka, so I kept my forehead to the floor.
The teacher was wearing the same thin dress as at the graduation ceremony and black high heels, which clicked as she approached me.
My head, forced into a dogeza, was stomped on, then I was abruptly made to sit upright in seiza, forced into my usual position, and I received a hot torrent in my mouth.
I was used to it by now, without the fear of spilling any, and once I had swallowed it all, Sayaka-sensei turned around and sat on me like a stool, and I pressed my nostrils into the center of her buttocks of my own accord.
There was only a slightly sour smell, and none of the harsh stench like the end result of decay that there had been before.
As the teacher leaned in with all their weight, my face was almost horizontal, and I was supporting myself with my hands behind me.
The teacher swung their legs as if to brush away my arms, and as I fell backward onto the floor, they squatted down, aligning their rear with my mouth.
"You can come out now."
I had been keeping my eyes closed the whole time, kissing the teacher's butt, but I was startled and opened my eyes to see Satomi and Ayumi-senpai peering at me."So this is what a dressing room is like. I always wondered why you never went to the bathroom during breaks, Sensei. I see, you have your own private restroom."
While Ayumi-senpai looked like she understood, Satomi-san was looking down at me with a troubled, surprised expression.
"Ayumi-chan, this girl has always admired you."
"I didn't mean to intrude, but this girl is already my magnificent toilet, and the teacher thought it wouldn't be right for students to get involved with each other. That's why I was waiting for today. Ayumi, I want this girl."
"I hate perverts."
"I know. But you see, there's no other way to pledge more loyalty to a woman than this."
"The teacher, you see, thought about turning this kid into a complete toilet many times, but he realized he had enough potential, so he decided to leave that to you."
"I don't want to be a pervert."
At that moment, Satomi spoke to Ayumi-senpai as if she had made up her mind.
"Senpai, this is fate. If I hadn't ridden on Haru-kun that day, this might not have happened. But for some reason, I ended up sitting on Haru-kun."
"I'm sure Hal-kun was radiating an aura that made women want to sit on his butt. That's why I..."
Sayaka-sensei chimed in, addressing Ayumi-senpai, "I think there are all sorts of forms of connection between men and women. People call it perverted, but forcing a woman down and having sex with her is truly abnormal.
A man who likes women's legs or butts might be more normal."
"That's right, if you don't need her, I'll use her. You were gulping her down just now. I'm surprised."
"Ayumi-chan, you see, I've had her drink so much, but actually, and this is the truth, I've never fed her anything. Like I said before, she has plenty of potential and is ready to be used anytime."
Sayaka-sensei lifted herself off of me, and the three of them looked down at me.
"See, Ayumi-chan, she's waiting for you."
"Come on, Senpai, please."
Urged on by Sayaka-sensei and Satomi-san, Ayumi-senpai hesitantly straddled my face. I could see her pure white panties beneath her black stockings. I opened my mouth wide, awaiting the moment I had longed for.
I didn't feel much emotion at her graduation ceremony, but since she had been so helpful, I gave her a bouquet of flowers with the other kids who walked to school together, and she seemed very happy.As I approached the day of my elementary school graduation, enveloped in the nervousness of finally becoming a junior high student, I was relieved when Ayumi said she would walk to school with me for a while. There was a huge mental gap between a first-year junior high boy and a third-year junior high girl, almost like a child and an adult, and she was like a kind, non-nagging guardian to me, which was nice, but it seemed like a bad idea for a boy and girl to walk to school together, and I was even threatened by some older boys.I thought about consulting Ayumi-senpai, but I didn't want to drag her into my troubles, so I found myself often indulging in the comfortable feeling of drifting in the world of M.
When I looked at Ayumi-san from within the world of M, her breasts seemed more developed, her waist fuller, and as I thought about it, I was seized by a strange sensation of being sucked into her buttocks.One evening before summer vacation, I was late leaving a school committee meeting and tried to get to my usual route home by going behind the school building, a way I didn't normally take. I saw two older girls sitting between the storage shed and the school building. One of them was a year ahead of me and we'd gone to the same elementary school. Maybe it was a mistake that I noticed them, because they called out to me, and as I cautiously approached, I was suddenly pushed from behind and pinned against the wall of the school building.
"You saw us in the faculty room earlier, didn't you?""Come to think of it, I did see two girls being scolded in the staff room before the committee meeting, but I didn't pay much attention and didn't know who they were, so I just ignored it. But it seems I'm being accused of holding a grudge because they say I was laughing while watching them.
"It's a misunderstanding. I wasn't laughing at you two."I was vaguely aware that the homeroom teacher was scolding the two girls about their hairstyles and short skirts, and I was just listening with half an ear, but it seemed like they knew. Now, whenever I see a short skirt, I can't help but glance at the waist, and I have a habit of momentarily slipping into an M-rated world, which is what caused the trouble.
Even though I explained that I only felt sorry for them being scolded in the faculty room, they wouldn't accept it at all.
"You're probably going to spread it around to everyone."
No matter how I answered, I couldn't get them to forgive me."I won't forgive you unless you swear you'll never breathe a word of this to anyone."
I thought if I made a verbal promise, I'd be forgiven, so I rattled off all sorts of declarations, but they completely ignored me.
"Well then, I'll make sure you have something you're too ashamed to tell anyone about too."
With that, the smaller girl shoved me, making me fall. Thinking I was about to be beaten to a pulp, I pleaded with the girl whose name I knew."Satomi, please, I beg you, forgive me. I'll do anything."
"Anything? What are you going to do?"
I was too terrified to escape into my M world, but my knowledge was vast, so I remembered something like a ritual for begging forgiveness from a queen. I pressed my face against the instep of Satomi's foot, who was standing, and begged for forgiveness.
"Aren't you ashamed of doing something like that?"Removing Satomi's shoes by touching her feet, I directly kissed the instep of her foot.
"Just forgive him already."
A word of help came from another female student whose name I didn't know, but before I knew it, I had entered the world of M, and without being ordered, I was sucking on Ayumi's toes, clinging to them. I learned about the "awakening of the goddess" much later, but at that moment, I thought Satomi had truly awakened as a goddess.After the other female student hurried home, Satomi suddenly became kind.
"You won't tell anyone about this, right?"
I was disappointed that it was ending like this, and I couldn't help but say something unnecessary.
"I feel like I'm going to tell everyone tomorrow."
Ayumi, who was staring at me in disbelief while putting on her shoes and getting ready to leave, stopped and said,
"I won't resort to violence."I just made you feel a little embarrassed."
"I feel like I'm going to blurt it out tomorrow."
Satomi stepped on the back of my head, who was in a dogeza position.
"Aren't you ashamed to be licking a girl's foot?"
I raised my face and looked diagonally upwards.
"What are you looking at?"
She plopped down on my forehead, and the sharp pain in the back of my head made my vision go black for a moment.My inner thighs were pressed against my cheeks, immobilizing me, and when they then sat seiza-style on my face, their shins dug into my cheeks, and I writhed in pain.
Because I was in so much pain and they were uncomfortable, they then sat in a tucked position on my face.
It was better than being sat on in seiza, but the throbbing pain in my forehead was unbearable, and I wished they would at least put a cushion under the back of my head, as it was impossible to remain still in that situation.Despite my shaking my head, there was no sign of her getting off, and perhaps because the seat was unstable, she shifted her buttocks around, swaying her hips from side to side and back and forth until she settled, at which point my nose ended up pressed tightly between her buttocks. Her buttocks completely covered my face, and while I was relieved to be free from the pain, I felt the roughness of the black stockings and the overwhelming volume and warmth. However, I started to have trouble breathing and was desperately trying to keep my airway open with my mouth.I was in an extremely painful situation, my mouth covered by a hand as if someone was enjoying my suffering, and only when I groaned did they finally release their hand, allowing me to breathe. Yet, somehow, I felt a strange desire to accept this environment. If they didn't remove their hand from my mouth, I would suffocate and die, and that might even be pleasing. Looking back, I might have been experiencing cerebral dysfunction due to hypoxia.Having finally stabilized, I was rocked back and forth, my nose slightly freed from the pressure of the buttocks. When I took a deep breath, a dusty, sour smell mixed with a sharp, stale odor, making me feel faint for a moment.
Regaining my composure and sniffing around, I realized that the extremely invasive organic smell originated from a single point deep within the buttocks.Drawn by a morbid curiosity, I pressed my nostrils to the air and, as I expected, was enveloped in a very harsh, yet nostalgic and comforting atmosphere.
I remained frozen in my squatting position, and Satomi, whether she was enduring pain or simply resting, also remained motionless. All I could see of her was her black stockings, and I couldn't tell where she was looking or what she was doing.
How much time had passed?"What are you doing?"
I heard a low, suppressed voice, and I immediately knew it was Ayumi-senpai.
I quickly sat up, staring blankly at the sky, as the two of them were whispering to each other. Ayumi-senpai was looking down at me.
"Go home. Now."
I hastily grabbed my bag and ran home.The next day, I passed Ayumi-senpai in the gymnasium and thanked her for yesterday. She told me to wait in front of the chorus club's room around the time their practice ended.
As the sun began to set, the singing from the chorus club faded, and I watched everyone stream out of the music room and head home. Then, Ayumi-senpai called me over.
Ms. Sayaka, the music teacher, was at the piano, and Ayumi-senpai was next to her, looking at sheet music.
"So, this is the one."In my grade, we had a different music teacher, and all the male students were interested in her, so it was an honor to get to know her.
"Ayumi-chan, I'll show you something interesting."
Ms. Sayaka stood up and then sat back down.
"Ayumi-chan, you saw it, right? You understand."
Senior Ayumi tilted her head, and I, who was also pointed out, had no idea what she was talking about.
"We call boys like that 'Assmen'.""Are you an assman?"
I was wondering what "assman" meant when Ms. Sayaka started explaining.
"Where was this child looking when I sat down?"
I was startled.
"She was looking at the chair, not me, right? You didn't notice? She was looking at the seat of the chair, wasn't she?"
I was embarrassed and looked down.
"That's what they call an assman. 'Ass' as in, well, ass. 'Ass' means butt.""So, I guess you could say... butt man, or Mr. Butt."
Ayumi-senpai seemed to finally understand what she saw yesterday and nodded as she backed away.
"You, what's your name?"
"Satake. Satake Harunori."
"Okay, then, Haru-kun."
"P-pleased to meet you."
Sayaka-sensei pretended to burst out laughing and signaled Ayumi-senpai to start practice.
"Look, Satomi-senpai is starting to practice her solo part.""What will you do, Haru-kun?"
The teacher pointed to the seat I had been staring at a moment ago.
"Come on, don't dawdle, we're wasting time."
Even after being told that, I didn't know what to do, and when I looked into the teacher's eyes, she said,
"Do what you want to do most. If you don't do it by the time I count to three, it's over."
As instructed, I buried my face in the seat of the chair that Sayaka-sensei had been using and began to smell it."So, Haru-kun, you're a pervert."
Even after receiving that piercing remark from Sayaka-sensei that felt like it was stabbing me in the back of the head, I kept my face buried in the seat.
What Ayumi-senpai thought of me was the scariest thing, but once I had taken the plunge, there was no choice but to reveal everything.
"Pervert, pervert-kun. Just as I expected. Now, don't bury your face, look up."When I turned my face to the side, Satomi-senpai was looking down at me with eyes that might as well have been looking at a pebble. I was prepared that we had reached the point of no return, so there was no sadness. Suddenly, Sayaka-sensei sat down, and I was restrained with my face still turned to the side. Sayaka-sensei began to play the piano, and Ayumi-sensei unleashed her beautiful voice.Feeling the weight and warmth of Sayaka-sensei's buttocks as she shifted her weight, with both ears blocked by the seat and her bottom, I could only hear the piano and her voice as if they were muffled.
As one song ended, I felt Sayaka-sensei lift her hips ever so slightly, and I quickly looked up at the ceiling.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Sayaka-sensei enveloped my face in her ample buttocks, wiggled them back and forth, and wedged me into the deepest part of her midline.Unlike Satomi's cotton panties yesterday, which were worn over thick black stockings, Sayaka-sensei's light gray panties, made of a very thin, smooth nylon-like material, clung so tightly that I could feel her bare skin.
Yesterday, when I was enveloped by Satomi's buttocks, even though it was a critical situation where I felt like I was about to suffocate, I had a strangely calm feeling and tried to accept the situation. But Sayaka-sensei's buttocks were even more voluptuous, enveloping my heart like an inescapable destiny.I woke up suddenly, feeling like I heard the sound of a piano playing in the distance and a voice calling my name. It seemed I had passed out while Ms. Sayaka was sitting on my butt, and I had been laid on the floor. Ms. Sayaka and Ayumi-senpai seemed to be engrossed in practice.
"You're awake. Now, once more. Concentrate properly. You can't fall asleep."
As I placed my head face-up on the seat again, Ms. Sayaka plopped down, completely blocking my nose and mouth, leaving me with no airway.It was so painful, I wasn't even allowed to kick my legs, and even when I shook my head, I was just pinned down again. I thought I was done for, I was starting to lose consciousness, when a gap was created.
Again, as I placed my head face up on the seat, the teacher plopped down heavily, blocking my nose and mouth, leaving me no way to breathe. It was incredibly painful, and I wasn't allowed to kick my legs; even if I shook my head, I was just pinned down again.I thought I was done for, about to pass out, when a gap opened up, and as I inhaled a lungful of air, I was enveloped in a sticky, semi-liquid air, like damp forest soil or a putrid stench, utterly incomparable to Ayumi-san from yesterday. Once it entered my lungs, I was exposed to a dangerous gas that would never disappear, and even amidst that, I strangely accepted that I must be an asthmatic to feel joy."Dr. Sayaka seemed well aware that I was only half-anesthetized, and occasionally I heard a voice from above.
'Remember to breathe. Feel me with your whole body.'
There she was, embodying the elevated spirit of a pianist and artist, an image also expressed in Assman, who was sitting on the keyboard with his butt.
'Shall we take a little break?'"Ayumi-senpai took a sip from her water bottle, and I watched Sayaka-sensei enter the back room of the music room while I rested my head on the seat. Should I wait like this, or should I stand in the corner, or should I quietly leave the classroom and disappear? I glanced at Ayumi-senpai, but she completely ignored me, and I panicked.
"Haru-kun, come here for a moment."Entering the waiting room, Sayaka-sensei stood with her arms crossed, staring at me,
"Haru-kun, I'm going to test you now. Show me your loyalty and sincerity."
"Yes."
"A 'yes' isn't enough. My orders are absolute."
"Yes."
"This is rather anticlimactic. You need to swear your loyalty to me from the bottom of your heart."
"Yes."
"You should always be prostrating yourself before your teacher.""Put your forehead on the floor and don't lift your head until I say it's okay."
"Yes."
"You're getting the hang of it. Now, sit there in seiza, look up, and open your mouth."
I had a feeling I was going to have chalk or a rag stuffed in my mouth, but it wasn't something that childish.
"Today, I'm going to give you special timing, so you absolutely can't fail. Now, here we go."Even when she said "Here we go," I didn't understand what was happening. Then, I was sitting upright on my knees, looking up with my mouth open, and Ms. Sayaka's hand stroked my chin, tilting my head further upwards. As I stared into her eyes, Ms. Sayaka dripped saliva into my mouth.
"We don't have time. If you spill any, I'll kill you. Your life depends on this."Before I could brace myself, Ms. Sayaka smoothly dropped her skirt, pressed her light gray panties against my face, and then, without taking them off, shifted them with her hand and pressed her dark bush against my mouth.
"Catch your breath, and don't choke."The jet of water shot out with a popping sound, hit the hard palate and bounced back, spreading through my mouth, threatening to overflow if I didn't swallow it immediately. What it was didn't matter; I had to deal with it mechanically, swallowing continuously, unable to breathe.
The ending was abrupt, and I managed to swallow it all without overflowing, but I was completely out of breath, careful not to throw up.Ms. Sayaka, without wiping the dark bush, pulled her shifted panties back into place, put on her skirt, and left the dressing room.
"Come quickly."
Ms. Sayaka's light voice felt like a completely normal act, as if she didn't care at all about what had just happened to me, and I decided to tell myself that there was no need to worry, and I also left the dressing room.
"Now then, let's begin the second half of practice."I wondered if Ayumi-senpai knew about the ritual-like thing that took place in the waiting room, and if she didn't, I had to make sure she didn't find out. I lowered my head and quietly approached the piano, but Ayumi-senpai seemed ready to sing, and Sayaka-sensei gestured as if to hurry me to become the cushion for the chair.Even though I didn't feel nauseous, my stomach was bloated when I was facing upwards, and I endured the restlessness. As Sayaka-sensei's butt filled my entire face, I entered a world of darkness, focusing only on my hearing, listening to Ayumi-senpai's singing the whole time.
Before I suffocated, Sayaka-sensei slightly swayed her hips, barely creating a gap for me to breathe, and gave me a blast of intensely sticky, fermented-smelling air."After practice, I was still sitting on the zabuton cushion, listening to Sayaka-sensei chatting with Ayumi-senpai when she said,
"Haru-kun, good work. Make sure you walk Ayumi-san home properly. See you tomorrow."
The scent of Sayaka-sensei's butt had permeated not only my nostrils but my entire face, and I hesitated to approach Ayumi-senpai. However, they both seemed completely oblivious to my hesitation, so I gave up, swallowed my shame, and walked Ayumi-senpai home along the dark road."Ms. Sayaka is always looking for something, isn't she?"
"Huh? Are there others too?"
"Of course. I'm used to it by now."
Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't know what was sad, what was painful, what was frustrating, but I just felt like I could never go back to the way things were, and maybe I was just panicking.The thing that Sayaka-sensei made me drink has already been absorbed in my stomach and is melting into my body, so I can never get rid of it. That means I can no longer leave Sayaka-sensei, and while I don't want to leave, the fact that I can't leave is scary, and thinking that made me cry.Ayumi-senpai patted my shoulder lightly to comfort me, but I was looking down, thinking selfishly that she should have barged into the waiting room and stopped me.
"I don't know if this will be any comfort, but I've been under Sayaka-sensei's guidance for almost three years now. Including Haru-kun, there have been over 20 male students who were brought in because they might have the potential to be Asman.""You know, there were probably fewer than ten people who got to be sat on by the teacher's butt."
So, does that mean I'm one of the chosen ones?
I feel like I'm emanating the gifts from Sayaka-sensei not just from my mouth, but from my entire body, and I was at war with the feeling that I was living as a different being than I was yesterday.
"The first boy they bring here is always taken to the waiting room.""My teacher told me I absolutely mustn't come, so I'm trying not to think about it, but I heard screams a few times. Haru is amazing. So, cheer up."
"I was wondering if that was a pep talk, a warning, or an announcement about the even harsher training to come, and then I felt that same feeling I had when Asman hit the nail on the head.
If less than half the boys were subjected to that treatment, and many more dropped out during that ritual, I wonder if only a few survived."Was it like this even for my classmates? Were the upperclassmen enduring even harsher training? What awaited them after enduring it?
I was wavering between fear and a sense of rivalry that seemed to negate it.
My thoughts grew deeper and deeper, and before I knew it, I was home. I immediately went to my room, looked at my face in the mirror, and breathed onto my hand to check the smell.
The scent from deep within Ms. Ayumi's buttocks was firmly bonded to the tip of my nose, and no matter how much I tried to wipe it away, it wouldn't come off.I took a bath and washed my face, even my nasal passages, but somehow the feeling and scent of Sayaka-sensei's butt were ingrained in me, and I even felt like I had become one with Sayaka-sensei's butt.
My family had already finished dinner, and I devoured the rice ball left on the table, drank juice, and prepared for tomorrow.These days, you can connect with friends at home with your smartphone, but back in the late 1970s, the only way to contact someone was with a black telephone, and you wouldn't call at night unless it was a real emergency.
Because of that, imagination and fantasy expanded our world, and I think especially for junior high boys, we lived by inflating our longing and curiosity towards women in our heads.
That night, the events in the music room with Ms. Sayaka and Ayumi-senpai kept replaying in my mind, and I couldn't fall asleep easily.I remember the feeling of Ms. Ayumi's butt very well, even through the thin fabric. When I put a handkerchief over my face, that scene came back to me, and my groin got hot.
The next morning, when I left the house to go to school, Satomi was standing next to a nearby utility pole.
"I'm sorry about the day before yesterday."
I felt terrible, thinking that Ayumi-senpai must have really given her a hard time.
"I was seen being pathetic in the faculty room, I don't know what was wrong with me.""No, it's my fault. I'm the one who couldn't apologize honestly. I'm sorry."
Walking towards school,
"Have you seen Ayumi-senpai since then?"
I had done more than just see her, but I shook my head, and Satomi-san seemed relieved. For a while, I walked slightly behind Ayumi-san in silence. Ayumi-san must have been blamed quite a bit, so I thought I had to lighten her burden, even if I couldn't completely erase it."I'm grateful to you, Satomi."
Satomi stopped walking and turned to face me.
"I'm sorry for being so cheeky. I reflected on myself after you scolded me."
"No, I was just getting worked up."
"Thanks to you, Satomi, I was able to be honest with myself. I'm happy, and that's why I'm grateful."
"That must have hurt."
"It didn't hurt at all.""I think Satomi-san untangled my twisted heart."
Perhaps because I looked so serious, Satomi-san almost burst out laughing,
"But you were thrashing around quite a bit, weren't you?"
"At first, I tried to escape. But my feelings gradually calmed down, and I realized that this is where I belong."
Satomi-san laughed out loud.
"So, Haru-kun's place is under my butt, huh?"While I agreed with that, I was too embarrassed to say anything and kept quiet. As we approached the school, I was conscious of the eyes of those around us seeing a boy and girl walking to school together, so I created some distance and went to school.
After class, I wasn't sure if I should just go home or stop by the music room. I hadn't seen Ayumi-senpai, and I was hesitating when I heard piano music coming from the music room.Like moths drawn to a bug zapper, I passed by the music room and saw Ms. Sayaka all alone, playing with a considerable amount of intensity.
After walking past, I hid and peeked at her through the glass in the door.
Choir practice seemed to be canceled, and as I was captivated by Ms. Sayaka swaying her body while playing the piano, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Ayumi-senpai standing there,
"Don't disturb the teacher. She'll kill you. Seriously."Ayumi-senpai stopped me just as I was about to open the door and enter the music room. We waited for the performance to end, sitting on the stairs around the corner of the hallway past the music room.
"Actually, I walked to school with Satomi this morning. She apologized to me, and I felt really bad."
"Why? You were being bullied, weren't you?"
"Thank you for helping me back then.""I didn't help him."
I stared at Ayumi-senpai, surprised by her words.
"It's not that I helped him."
Satomi-san thought she had been severely scolded by Ayumi-senpai, so she reported it to cover up, but it seems I was mistaken.
"Haru-kun looked happy, didn't he?"
I felt the blood rushing to my head.
"He looked happy. That's why I questioned Satomi."I felt like I could melt and flow away right there, realizing that Ayumi-senpai knew everything about both Satomi and Sayaka-sensei.
"Satomi said that she kind of calmed down while being punished."
"I thought if I resisted, something even worse would happen to me."
"Oh, really? I'm always looking for boys the teacher might like. If the teacher is happy, I'm happy too."
"Am I just a tribute?"
"Oh, are you unhappy even though the teacher liked you?"
"It's not that I'm unhappy. It's just that I'm sad that I was sent from Ayumi-senpai to the teacher."
Ayumi-senpai looked down a little, and a silent moment passed between them.
"I'm sorry. I knew it. But the teacher...""I'm sorry for saying something strange. I'm going to the teacher now. Ayumi-senpai, thank you so much."
I didn't even know why I was thanking her, but I think I had a cunning plan to test whether Ayumi-senpai would be able to stand by and watch me receive harsh training from Sayaka-sensei by doing so.Ayumi-senpai, looking like she had finished playing for the time being, watched me head towards the music room from the stairs, said a single "Well, I'm going home," and headed towards the entrance.
Peeking into the music room through the glass, I couldn't see the teacher, and since there was no sign of anyone after opening the door, I figured they were in the waiting room and decided to wait for them to come out.
Feeling like I was at a crossroads of fate, I wondered if showing up even though the teacher hadn't called me would please her, making her think I was eagerly continuing from yesterday, or if it would be a huge nuisance, making her resolve that there would be no next time.
Ms. Sayaka could see right through the heart of a seventh-grade boy.
The waiting room had no door, and from the outside, it looked pitch black inside. When I saw the teacher beckoning me from within, I immediately opened the doorway and ran into the waiting room.
Of course I remembered the instructions the teacher gave me yesterday, and I prostrated myself, pressing my forehead against the cold floor.
I felt the teacher's foot pressing down on the back of my head.
The teacher said nothing.
The teacher remained silent as they grabbed my hair, and when I glanced up, I was slapped across the cheek several times.
Then, they pointed at the floor with their index finger, and I sat up straight on my knees.My chin was jerked up by a hand and my mouth was stroked, so I reflexively tilted my head back and opened my mouth as wide as possible.
The teacher, still wearing her skirt, covered me as if to envelop me, and although it was dark, I realized she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt.
The dressing room was dark, but some light came in from the music room, and I could see the teacher's figure from her navel to her epigastrium.The teacher's shadow loomed before me, and without even taking a breath, I received a warm stream of water into my mouth, swallowing desperately.
I felt strangely determined not to spill a drop, not to let it overflow.
There was less than yesterday, and I accepted all of the teacher, breathing heavily, feeling very satisfied.
Without savoring the afterglow, the teacher nudged me out of her skirt with her leg and pointed to the floor again with her index finger, so I prostrated myself without hesitation.
My head was trampled, and her foot pressed down along my spine to my lower back.
Then, the teacher quickly sat down on the back of my head. Since I was prostrating myself with my forehead on the floor, even though the teacher was slender, a considerable pain shot through my forehead.
Whether it was because I was trembling slightly, the teacher raised their hips, lightly kicked me to make me lie on my back, and immediately sat down on my face facing forward. The teacher's bush pressed against my nose, enveloping me in a faint, sweet and sour scent. I felt the teacher's weight on me in the middle of the crowd, unable to open my mouth.
Suddenly, their hips were thrust sharply towards my forehead, and the deepest part of the teacher's buttocks was pressed against my nostrils.
A powerful, invasive, aggressive, and even tissue-destroying odor, completely different from the sweet and sour scent from before, pierced through to the top of my head.
There was no escape, and as I struggled to breathe in the air carrying that strong stench, it felt like it was being embedded deep within the teacher's rear, pressed even closer as if gouging, and I felt a suffocating terror as if my nose was being glued shut.
Then, once my waist was brought back to its original position, my nose was freed, only to be enveloped in a slightly sweet, decaying odor. My mouth was perfectly aligned with the teacher's anus, and at that moment, I kissed the teacher. Even though my first kiss was only with an ass, I felt a strong excitement that I had kissed the teacher.
The teacher's hand tapped my cheek as if signaling, and interpreting it as an order to open my mouth, I opened it as wide as possible, and the teacher's ass was pressed into it.
Even though it was a kiss, the fact that my mouth was pressed against the teacher's butthole made me calmly wonder, despite the critical situation, if it would be expelled into my mouth as is, or if I was going to be eaten. I was waiting for Sayaka-sensei's next move.
I think it stayed like that for over 10 minutes.
Ms. Sayaka didn't utter a single word, and wondering if she was waiting for my move, I gently extended my tongue and stimulated her anus. Suddenly, she raised her hips and, in a rather hysterical voice, said, "Don't do things without permission!" She then stomped on my face hard and left the waiting room.
I realized I'd messed up, but it was already too late. When I followed her, she was organizing her sheet music and closing the keyboard lid.
As I tried to prostrate myself, I was stopped with a foot,
"You're visible from outside. Just go home already."
I was practically kicked out of the music room, and when I looked back, the teacher was sitting on the piano stool, looking deep in thought. I couldn't even apologize, so I gave up and headed for the student entrance. It was dimly lit with only a small light, and there wasn't a soul in sight. It felt somehow eerie, so I hurried outside. I was called out from behind, and I immediately knew it was Ms. Ayumi.
"Were you waiting for me?"
"You're early. Oh dear, your face is a mess again today."
I thought I was completely used to it, but since Sayaka-sensei sat on my face, I hadn't washed it, and the inside of my nose was full of a sour smell. Ayumi-senpai immediately pointed it out.
"Haru-kun, aren't you happy? It was the same with Satomi."
"I thought you were crying because you were scared, so I helped you, but you were grinning, so I was surprised."
"Because I was forcibly held down, and I thought if I ran away, something even worse would happen."
"But you were enjoying it, weren't you? Pervert."
"Do you know what happened to me in the back of the music room, Ayumi-senpai?"
"I don't know. The teacher told me to absolutely not come."
"You really don't know?"
"I told you before, I heard a scream.""But there were no signs of being hit, so I thought it was strange."
"You really don't know?"
"Once, because I was so curious, I asked the teacher about it. She winked and told me, 'It's marking.'"
"Marking? So, I was marked by the teacher."
"Like having a cigarette butt pressed against you."
I rolled up my sleeve and showed Ms. Ayumi that there were no burn marks."It hurt."
"It didn't hurt, but I don't think I'll ever forget it."
"I don't really understand. Oh well. I'll walk you home."
Ayumi-senpai is two years above me, so she seems more like an accomplished woman than a girl, and she's a dazzling presence to me, but she's also a childhood friend, so I've always felt like I can't do anything careless.
I was quite curious if she had a guy she liked, or if she was dating any male students, but she probably just thought of me as a kid, so if I asked, she'd just brush it off, and I wanted to avoid making things awkward.
"Do you think of me as a kid, Ayumi-senpai?"
After a few seconds,
"I don't think of you as a kid, but maybe as a cute junior."
"A junior, huh?"
"You helped my junior because they were being bullied, right?"
"That's right, but they were happy about it. I was so surprised."
"That's why I'm saying they weren't happy."
"But they looked happy."
"So, seeing that, what did you think, Ayumi-senpai?"
"Pervert."
"I'm about to cry. Is it because I'm a pervert that you find me disgusting?"
"If I found you disgusting, I wouldn't be walking with you like this, would I?"
"I just thought, 'He's a pervert.'"
"Is it wrong to be a pervert?"
"Of course it is."
"It's because Ayumi-senpai keeps pushing me onto Sayaka-sensei."
"But you looked happy about it."
"I've always admired Sayaka-sensei."
"Well, isn't that great? You got to touch Sayaka-sensei. Even if it was her butt."
"Actually, I've liked you, Ayumi-senpai, for a long time.""Oh, thank you. I'm very happy."
"What does Ayumi-senpai think of me?"
"Pervert."
It didn't lead anywhere.
After that, every day I went to the music room in the evening, enduring Ayumi-senpai's cold gaze, being sat on by Sayaka-sensei, dragged into the waiting room, and without any hesitation or consideration, I was reduced to nothing more than an object to be simply peed on.
Since there was no singing practice for Ayumi-senpai on Saturday, I listened to the piano performance while constantly pinned under Sayaka-sensei's butt. Perhaps because Ayumi-senpai wasn't there and students weren't passing through the hallway, Sayaka-sensei wasn't wearing panties, and when her skirt enveloped her, her butt and hips were visible straight from her legs, and I was gazing at the round and very beautiful outline of the curve of her butt.
As soon as my face was sandwiched deep, deep between the left and right bulges, I thought, "So this is how I'm destined to be treated after all."
I even suspected that such a beautiful teacher's ass emitted such a harsh, aggressive scent on purpose.
If I were allowed to serve only my teacher's ass, I would have wanted to kiss and lick the source of the scent, but she would never allow it, and I was just a tool used for the cushion and urination. After burying my nostrils in her ass for a long time without panties, I even felt like I wasn't just being scented, but that I was my teacher's excrement itself.
During summer vacation, while intensive training was underway for the September recital, I was used by Ms. Sayaka like a mere prop rather than a servant, and as the performance drew nearer, Ayumi-senpai became very nervous and stopped paying attention to me.
The chorus club's recital was held before the September long weekend, and Ayumi-senpai's solo went perfectly, marking the retirement of the third-year students from club activities.
Exam week was over, and the choir club was reorganized without the third-year students. Three female students who were candidates to sing solos were receiving instruction from Ms. Sayaka. There was no way I could have a role while those three girls were practicing, and I felt like Ms. Sayaka had discarded me, and I felt my heart growing desolate.
Ayumi-senpai was so engrossed in studying for her exams that we never saw each other at school. When I occasionally ran into Satomi-san, I lamented my existence, feeling like I was being looked down upon, like a puppy being petted. After the final exams in December, my classmates were elated by the carefree atmosphere before winter break, but I was the only one feeling down. I wasn't really in the mood for New Year's either, and I spent most of my time in my room, lost in fantasies of being crushed under Sayaka-sensei's butt.
Having lived a self-indulgent life, I faced the graduation ceremony. The underclassmen were diligently practicing songs and finalizing their farewell speeches, and I, too, was trying to pull myself together, at least enough to give Ayumi-senpai a splendid send-off.
During the graduation ceremony, the underclassmen's voices resonated with song, accompanied by Sayaka-sensei's piano performance.
I sent a glance towards Sayaka-sensei, but she didn't react at all, causing a ripple of anxiety in my heart as I wondered if I had already been discarded.
As the graduates lined up and were seen off to the school gate, I was clapping along with my friends to liven things up when Ms. Sayaka tapped me on the shoulder and quietly told me to come to the music room later.
When I knocked and entered the music room after 3 o'clock, Ms. Sayaka was at the piano and, without a word, gestured with her chin for me to go into the waiting room.
It was past 3 o'clock, and Ms. Sayaka was at the piano in the music room. When I knocked and entered, she silently gestured with her chin for me to go into the waiting room. Once inside, I knelt down and prostrated myself. I might not have needed to take such a posture anymore, but I wanted to express my heartfelt gratitude to Ms. Sayaka, so I kept my forehead to the floor.
The teacher was wearing the same thin dress as at the graduation ceremony and black high heels, which clicked as she approached me.
My head, forced into a dogeza, was stomped on, then I was abruptly made to sit upright in seiza, forced into my usual position, and I received a hot torrent in my mouth.
I was used to it by now, without the fear of spilling any, and once I had swallowed it all, Sayaka-sensei turned around and sat on me like a stool, and I pressed my nostrils into the center of her buttocks of my own accord.
There was only a slightly sour smell, and none of the harsh stench like the end result of decay that there had been before.
As the teacher leaned in with all their weight, my face was almost horizontal, and I was supporting myself with my hands behind me.
The teacher swung their legs as if to brush away my arms, and as I fell backward onto the floor, they squatted down, aligning their rear with my mouth.
"You can come out now."
I had been keeping my eyes closed the whole time, kissing the teacher's butt, but I was startled and opened my eyes to see Satomi and Ayumi-senpai peering at me."So this is what a dressing room is like. I always wondered why you never went to the bathroom during breaks, Sensei. I see, you have your own private restroom."
While Ayumi-senpai looked like she understood, Satomi-san was looking down at me with a troubled, surprised expression.
"Ayumi-chan, this girl has always admired you."
"I didn't mean to intrude, but this girl is already my magnificent toilet, and the teacher thought it wouldn't be right for students to get involved with each other. That's why I was waiting for today. Ayumi, I want this girl."
"I hate perverts."
"I know. But you see, there's no other way to pledge more loyalty to a woman than this."
"The teacher, you see, thought about turning this kid into a complete toilet many times, but he realized he had enough potential, so he decided to leave that to you."
"I don't want to be a pervert."
At that moment, Satomi spoke to Ayumi-senpai as if she had made up her mind.
"Senpai, this is fate. If I hadn't ridden on Haru-kun that day, this might not have happened. But for some reason, I ended up sitting on Haru-kun."
"I'm sure Hal-kun was radiating an aura that made women want to sit on his butt. That's why I..."
Sayaka-sensei chimed in, addressing Ayumi-senpai, "I think there are all sorts of forms of connection between men and women. People call it perverted, but forcing a woman down and having sex with her is truly abnormal.
A man who likes women's legs or butts might be more normal."
"That's right, if you don't need her, I'll use her. You were gulping her down just now. I'm surprised."
"Ayumi-chan, you see, I've had her drink so much, but actually, and this is the truth, I've never fed her anything. Like I said before, she has plenty of potential and is ready to be used anytime."
Sayaka-sensei lifted herself off of me, and the three of them looked down at me.
"See, Ayumi-chan, she's waiting for you."
"Come on, Senpai, please."
Urged on by Sayaka-sensei and Satomi-san, Ayumi-senpai hesitantly straddled my face. I could see her pure white panties beneath her black stockings. I opened my mouth wide, awaiting the moment I had longed for.
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そのほかに外伝も綴りました。
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