Happy New Year!

When I said I'd update soon, I wasn't lying.

WARNING: The rating has now changed to M so take not. If you think anything sexual will offend or disturb you, please don't read this chapter.

(By the way, I have literally no update schedule, I just know I won't update as often once life starts again.)


Chapter Seven

I see the attraction in his eyes as he walks by me. There's no denying it. Even if he wants to keep playing games with me acting like what we did never happened. Treating me like just another student. Attempting to be oh so proper with me. I knew that inside he was shaking with just as much want as I was.

I intended to take advantage of that to the full.

I curled my hand around his waist and snuggled my face into his back,"Nagisa-Sensei~ Have you come to help me?"

"K-Karma-kun," He winced, trying to pull away without obtrusion. His eyes conveyed he was all too aware of the other students in the room, that to me couldn't matter less.

"This isn't appropriate, I'm not your mother I'm your-"

"You're my what?" I purred, letting him escape just so he could regain his balance and spin to face me. Prey with hope was always the most playful anyway. His blue eyes locked out emotions, trying to sound sure when he answered with a stern look, "teacher."

It would have been effective had he not turned pink whilst doing it.

"Ah," I nodded my head in agreement,"But you're more than that aren't you?"

He shuddered, sliding out of my way as he shook his head thoroughly.

"No Karma, you're confused. I'm your teacher and you're my student - that's all there is."

I smirked, the doubt he felt in his own words so obvious it was impossible not to.

"You looked so good with your hair down, you should let it out more often." I called, watching his face go even pinker in embarrassment. It was like pouring food dye into water, manipulating him.

His eyes narrowed in response.

"Don't say such words, Karma-kun. They're inappropriate."

"Why don't you punish me then?" I sung, loud enough for several others surrounding us to hear.

The adult laughed, trying to appear unphased whilst answering. "Trust me Karma-kun, that won't be nearly as enjoyable as you'd hope."

The O on the faces of our classmates helped me make the decision that I would leave him for now.


To my delight, I didn't have to make the next move. He kept me behind that very break time.

"Is there something you want to tell me, Sensei?"

He sighed, looking at me tiredly,"We- You have to stop this Karma-kun."

I tilted my head eyes wide and innocent,"stop what? My admiration for you?"

"If that's what you want to call it, then yes."

"But Nagisa-Sensei, you know how very much I like to make your face go pink, its your fault for being so affected. You're like a toy."

He tried to resist once more. Despite the determination in his eyes, his cheeks returned to my new favourite colour.

"Enough Karma-kun. I mean it."

Laughing, I sunk so I was sitting on his desk, bringing myself down to about his height.

"You get jealous quite often don't you? I'm pleasantly surprised~ You want my affections all to yourself, don't you? That's why you insist on dragging me here in private - away from the others."

"K-Keep your voice down!"

As blue eyes flickered to the occupied class, I slid my hand from his. Lifting his mug to my mouth, I gazed into his distracted eyes, taking a sip of his sweet, creamy coffee.

I watched as his eyes widened in shock.

"Karma did you just-!"

"Now who needs to keep their voice down?" I cooed, but he freaked out so much, I let him slip it out of my grasp. His eyes flickered around, looking frantic. I rolled my eyes. It was clear we were alone.

"I-I can't believe you just did that like we're-"

"It's not like I haven't tasted you any-"

"That's it! Detention! I don't even care anymore you're st-staying behind class. And..And...And you're going to make up for it until you get the message that-"

I flicked his palm discretely before he could finish speaking. He froze, catching my hint with ease a second before Sugaya waddled by and grabbed a pen. He eyed me like I was odd before giving Nagisa an understanding, respectful nod.

I didn't know what the teacher was about to say, but I'd had a feeling it would have raised some questions.

Alone again, a pair of diamonds glanced up, not wanting to look thankful to the victim of a punishment.

I broke the eye contact, throwing my hands into my pockets and walking back to my desk.

Terasaka snickered, asking what I did from behind me. I could here some girls approving of Nagisa's decision. They that being a bit strict would do me good.

I didn't want to show it to the others, but on the inside I was laughing in agreement. Yes indeed, it would do me very, very good.


I sat watching him from the closest seat. It was much easier to take in the smaller strands against his forehead at this distance. The enticing rising of his chest absorbed my attention. When his his eyelashes fluttered down at the books he was marking, I had the strongest desire to film him.

So far there had been a statement silence. A tense awkwardness lingered between us. The elephant in the room was so loud it amazed me that neither of us had ran out.

"Do you need some help, Karma-kun?" He asked professionally, not even sparing a glance. Not even stopping his writing.

"No." I stated.

"Then what are you staring at? You'll only be here longer."

"I'm finished."

"What?"

He looked at me this time, putting his pen down, and meeting my gaze with his intense almost electric eyes.

"I said what you heard." I mused, lifting up my papers and slapping them back down on the desk in a relaxed way. "I've finished them all, and checked them."

"Then you can check them again."

I groaned in annoyance as he continued his work. So I had been provoking him? It wasn't an excuse to start acting like any other of the selfish teacher. This was the sort of thing they would do, making me resent them and plot to stab them. It was getting on my nerves.

I was sure Sensei thought he was being clever by giving me work on my weakest subjects. Little did he know that my weakest were still stronger than the rest of the class' best.

I stood up, but he flinched at the sound of my chair and was quick when he said,"Stay seated, I'll come to you."

No doubt, remembering what happened last time I sat on his desk.

I simpered.

He closed the last book, pushing it to the side, and standing up, taking his time. He stood before me, taking the sheet. I leaned forward. He stepped back.

Irritating had stopped being the right word a while ago.

"I'm impressed, not only are you efficient but you're quick as well

Karma! Though, you should add more detail to your answer here,"

He leaned forwards to show me. Not once did my eyes drift from the passionate stars in his. But he failed to notice this, going on.

"As you can see it's worth eight points and you've only made three, but the three you've explained are great!"

He spoke like my actual teacher, exited and enthused as he ticked away and counted points.

"92% as your lowest, that's brilliant!"

I leered in fatigue, scoffing as I snatched them back from him.

"Can I go now?"

He winced. I almost felt bad with how the light faded from his gaze.

"It's not even been an hour yet. Besides, your real lesson hasn't been learned.." He trailed off.

For a second, I thought he would go all sexy discipline teacher on me. It was clear that I was dreaming, when he cleared his throat.

Breaking me from the distant look claiming my eyes yanked me back to reality. This revealed that he hadn't grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up onto the table with his thighs.

He knew what I had been thinking, and I knew that he knew. Yet we both stayed quiet.

"I-I'm serious. I can't do this Karma. We can't-"

"Because we'll get in trouble? You're a grown man, you can take a risk."

"This is exactly what I mean, it's all fun and games to you, you're too immature to-"

Deciding I had to do it myself, I silenced him by standing up, grabbing him by the tie and pulling his plush lips onto mine. Again. Faintly tasting of what he'd sipped on earlier, I leaned in to uncover the flavour of Nagisa himself.

My tongue brushed against his, sending a shiver of excitement as I pushed my lips further. It was like nothing I'd felt before, kissing Nagisa. The soft texture was incredible. It drove me to insanity, gripping on tight, wishing he would open up and let me wreck him.

To my surprise, it was his tongue entering me. My breath would have hitched if it weren't already escaping me.

Nagisa kissed back with too much precision. Swirling around my tongue, he paralysed me. Dancing his organ against mine like a performer hypnotising a commoner.

Tilting my head up to his like a master until my knees gave out and I fell back into the seat I was sat at. My hands buried into his hair with drive.

To my delight, his found mine, leaning down from above me before melting in my mouth yet again.

It was driving me insane as our saliva merged in a hot, nerve wracking embrace. Tongue on tongue, lips on lips, eyes on eyes.

He pulled away, eyes fogged and hair ruffled. This time, I was the one blushing when the clear coloured trail between us broke. I was heaving, eyes glimmering in amazement, looking up in want.

"You were hiding that from me?" I spoke huskily.

He stared, wiping his mouth in the discomposure of telling me one thing and doing another. It was evident to both me and himself what he needed.

"I-I..."

I was up in a second, slamming my lips into his, angry and ashamed to lose. Even if he was older, I felt like I needed to dominate him to remind him of his place.

Not expecting this, he cried out, muffled into my lips as I bit down roughly on his. I pulled his hair in one hand, wrestling his with the other. As he tried to prevent me, I brushed our tongues, delving into his sugar sweet moans.

Before he could object, I'd already pushed him back until he'd fallen onto his desk chair.

"K-Ka-"

He barely had the breath to speak after sitting down, as I was on him in an instant. Nagisa tasted of bliss. No dream could reproduce the glorious reality of kissing down his chin and ripe adam's apple.

I enjoyed every moment as he leaned back, letting me lick against his throat lewdly. Gasping. Groaning. Goading me on like it pained him to be apart.

"Don't even try and tell me you don't want it." I hissed, now taking both of his hands and slaming them down below. In my head, wishing he would oblige so I could touch more carnal places of his.

Our eyes met. There was fire between us.

I tilted my head and snapped down before his lips could reach mine.

My teeth grazed his throat, the sweetest gasp of pleasure resounding as he reconsidered the situation. I guess I'd been persuasive enough as he soon granted me my wish and relaxed his struggle.

My grin couldn't stop if I fought it.

"Like that Nagisa?" I bit again, this time more roughly, before sucking the skin into my mouth so hard I was sure it was already bruised.

He pleased me with moans, before I headed down further.

Slipping under his shirt, rubbing against his warm waist and his flat stomach. My hands searched until they found the timid buds they had been yearning for.

His back arched uncomfortably, a light squeal of suprise as he ran his fingers through my hair. I pinched again, only for him to groan this time, twisting his hips like a lusty mess.

My breath was hot against him. I leaned in, closing around the bud through the material of his shirt. Nagisa cried out my name, tilting his head to the side as he moaned.

"Karma~"

It thrilled me, knowing that at any moment someone could come up the mountain, student or stranger. The first thing seen through the clear windows being a student obediently on their knees pleasing their teacher.

I knew how much Nagisa liked having his chest played with, so I chewed gently at the other nub one last time, before I leaned down once again.

He whimpered when he felt my touch leave, only to snap his head down to look at me when he felt my pulling down the zipper of his pants.

His eyes looked fearful, his tone warning when he repeated my name one last time. It was a shame his eyes contradicted him by telling me not to stop. My teeth around his zipper turned him on.

"Karma!"

One rough stroke over his clothed cock had him sinking down. Victory. He was spreading his legs around my head, letting me pull his flesh out into the cold air for my sore, eager eyes.

I ran my fingers over his pink erection. It was as pink as his cheeks, likewise begging to be tasted.

But I teased, reaching down and massaging him. Although I'd never been with a boy before, I was enough of a pro with my own body to know exactly how to get him going.

When I dragged my thumb over his tip it was welcomed by an ooze of delectable precum.

"How does this feel Sensei?" I asked, contrasting the innocence of my voice with predatory eyes. He moaned hotly, not knowing how irresistible he looked right now.

"Do you want me to put it in my mouth, Nagisa Sensei?"

He keened, eyes meeting mine, his throbbing cock seeming to release more of its liquids as I laughed. Closing my eyes, I pressed my cheek to him lazily.

He moaned, gasping and pulling at my hair.

"P-please."

"Oh, is that consent I'm hearing?"

I tilted my head, letting him enjoy the view of his pride against my face.

"Yes, Yes Karma..ah.."

My eyes snapped open, I opened my mouth and domed his tip without letting it touch.

"Are you begging me?"

His eyes would have rolled back into his head if he didn't arch his hips and gasp, "I am, I'm b-begging you. Please suck me~"

I grinned, swallowing the entirety so suddenly he jerked.

"O-Ohh..! Like that..!"

I felt his hands tugging at my hair, whisper calling my name in bliss.

I choked uncertainly at first, struggling to catch my breath, realising it would be easy for my teeth to accidentally graze him. Not wanting to, I attempted to pull back, but feeling his hands massaging persuasively down the back of my neck halted me.

His hands were telling me that I felt so good, I had no shame in opening my eyes and meeting his trance like look.

I'd never seen anything quite as debauched and beautiful.

I pulled back, lapping my tongue against him before shoving him back into the depths of my throat.

Repeating this process as best I could, bobbing my head, sucking the taste of my sensei like I was dehydrated.

He was an oasis, the sound of his moaning stirring my arousal.

I lingered, somewhere between knowing that this isn't a dream but a fatally sweet reality and believing it was too good to be true.

He looked so fuckable. Having my own body pulsating, at his mercy... I reached down, getting off at the idea that I had Nagisa-Sensei in my mouth. It was a desperate thing to do, but I hardly cared for desperation.

Moaning my name like that, he should have expected no less when I came first.

It spilled all over my uniform in a thick ribbon that had my eyes closing once more in bliss. I moaned into his cock, melting around him as I rode into my hand.

the last thing I heard, was Nagisa's awestruck cry, as his member tickled, releasing a new, enticing taste.

He tried to pull on my hair and get me to pull off, but I sucked harder in those last moments, milking him completely. I gulped as much as I could down my throat. That didn't stop the last traces from rubbing my lips to glossiness while he separated us.

My orgasm left me dizzy, over pleasured and intoxicated. He was a perfect sight, mindlessly encouraging me to continue licking the remnants of his essence greedily.

I couldn't take my eyes away. He bounced my face away from his, standing up and pulling his pants on, still intensely breathless.

I lost it when he looked up to me, grabbing his hair and kissing him like his tongue was a drug.

Curiosity replaced reluctance in no time, and we found ourselves kissing as hard as we had the first time.

He was my teacher; my sexy, powerful, gorgeous little teacher. The power in his body made dominated his lips all the more fascinating. We deliquesced together as if we'd released no sexual tension at all.

I yanked him away from me by the collar, nuzzling beside his ear when I spoke,"I wanna fuck you right here on this desk."

I demanded, not realising how spoilt and bratty I sounded. He laughed, kissing my neck back wherever he could reach, stupefying me with the sensation.

"I'm serious-" I yank him up by the waist, lifting him from the chair as he shuddered. Yelping cries as he curved his arms around my shoulders for support tickled me. His childish fear, rewarded by being placed back down on his desk made me laugh.

He sat, arched at the back and looking at me in astonishment.

"W-what?!"

Now I knew Nagisa had wanted it the whole time.

For once, when he tried to pry me off of him, it worked with the same efficiency as it had when I first met him. He left me startled as I collapsed into the teacher's chair behind me. Overpowered.

It went straight south.

"Uh...T-this is exactly what I was scared of Karma," he explained nervously. "I-I can't believe you make me so weak-"

He gasped in realisation at what he'd said, flushing as he quickly struggled to continue. "You really are too young, too hasty to rush into things you don't understand, it's my fault and this is..." He sighed. "Wrong."

I looked at him slyly,"Isn't that what makes it so fun?"

I know I had meant it one way, but from his expression, he had taken it another way. He looked disturbed, pained even.

"Don't get me wrong, you won't see me sucking up to any other teachers, or anyone else at all for that matter. I'm just saying what we both know, you wouldn't have came that hard if we weren't teacher and student. Or your very classroom, right Sensei?" I purred.

His eyes turned thick with mesmerising lust.

"We'll make a compromise." I said, because I knew he couldn't.

"We won't fuck on the desk - not yet anyway - but you're gonna take me to your place tonight."

I licked my lips.

" I don't care how so long as we end up there, because I want to show you just how much fun we can have."

Nagisa looked absolutely baffled. Lips parted, tongue moist, eyes aroused yet conflicted.

Taking his face into mine, I kissed him. Gently this time, to warm him up.

He blinked, finally looking at me with some clarity. Until I teasingly licked his bottom lip.

Hastily pulling away, I met the want in his eyes as the approval I knew he was still too shy to voice.


Not long later, the sun had sunk. The moon peaked out to play and my heart thumped in excitement. The car hummed below us, the radio off, the silence emphasising the need to rip each others clothes apart ticking between us.

The blunette drove a simple silver car, one that blended in with society unnoticed. I couldn't help looking up at him curious about what kind of home he hid away in.

Suddenly the vehicle came to a stop.

We hadn't been driving as long as I would have thought, soon rendering me still with a heart pounding in my chest. Anxiety hit me when I realised we could have been stopped by a police car.

A teacher and a student alone in a car together out of school hours. Could they smell the sex on our skin? Could they see the adoration in my eyes?

Although Nagisa looked more of a victim than me, it was better not risked. I felt the burden of the disgusted looks they would give Nagisa at the first sight of my uniform if they did read his age.

I breathed out. There was no police car, no siren.

I looked around in confusion, as he had not gotten out of the car yet.

"Nagisa?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw the familiar plate of my uncle's car. I froze. We were right outside my house.

"Go home." He muttered quietly, hitting anguish into me.

"What do you mean go- we had a deal Nagisa?"

"I know. I'm sorry but your actions tonight have just proven that my fears were right."

"You're getting nervous, after what we did?" I hissed.

He was silent, his head down guiltily.

"Nagisa," I leaned over, taking his face and trying to kiss him. His stern voice interrupted me.

"Karasuma's coming."

I was back in an instant, looking in disbelief at the boy, more concerned than the anger I had. The door slammed behind me. I walked by the older man and brushed his shoulder roughly, kicking off my shoes and heading straight up the stairs to the window.

Nagisa made it out like he was angry with me, telling Karasuma that he had given me a detention for misbehaving in class. Liar. I somewhat wanted him to confess that he had a thing for me, just to see the look on his face.

Irina came storming in, jabbering on about something I couldn't understand. I was an 'uncooperative student' now, apparently.

The blunette didn't make eye contact with the window. But he likely knew I was staring as he kept his eyes trained away at all costs. I was simply glad that he hadn't told them what we had done.