Puella Magi American Sensei

03

Looking up at the nice, modern apartment building, I rang the door buzzer and waited. A few moments later, Mami's voice called through the intercom. "Tomoe residence, who is it?"

"It's me, Tomoe-san," I confirmed.

"Good evening, sensei! I'll unlock the door, so please come up!" The magnetic lock on the door buzzed and clicked. I opened the door and made my way to the elevator, then up to her floor. I rang the bell on Mami's door and, a moment later, my student opened it up with a big smile—wearing an apron over her school uniform.

"Come in, come in!"

"Thank you." I entered the apartment as she closed and locked the door behind us. Looking down, I saw she was barefoot, so I toed off my shoes and left them beside her own. The first thing I noticed about the apartment as I looked around was that it was clean. Very clean. Homura was right, she's a neat freak. Not a bad thing, especially given that she's living alone. Or maybe it is. Either she's very responsible, or she's trying to control the only environment in her life that she can and so overcompensates.

"I'm almost done cooking if you want to have a seat in the living room. Can I get you some tea or anything, sensei?"

"No thanks. You mind if I watch you cook?"

"No, that's fine," she agreed eagerly and I followed her into the kitchen, setting my briefcase down on the western-style table.

"So, what are you making?" I asked, moving up behind her to look over her shoulder as she worked.

"Well, I thought I would make some sushi, along with miso, rice…"

She went on to tell me what was on the menu, pointing out each item in turn. I wasn't a huge fan of Japanese cuisine, but I liked it well enough, and I could tell the quality was probably just as good as Homura's. What is it with these girls not having parents around? Do the Incubators prey on girls without parents, or do they arrange for them to go away using memory manipulation? Or… do they arrange accidents for girls like Mami with high potential and make sure the parents are out of the picture?

It was a chilling thought, but I couldn't actually deny the possibility. After all, Homura had outright stated that the Incubators absolutely wouldn't hesitate to have me assassinated if they learned what I could do.

Shaking my head, I moved to sit down at the table. Opening my briefcase, I said, "Why don't I go ahead and start now? We can get all the boring official stuff out of the way and then just sit and talk a while. Does that sound good?"

"That's fine, White-sensei."

I sent the girl an amused look. "Mami, I'm in your home and it's after hours. If I'm calling you by your name, you can use mine. I don't mind. I'm not a stickler for titles or 'showing the proper respect for a position' and other crap. Call me John, if you want to. Or not. Whatever you're comfortable with."

"Mm…" she put a finger to her lips, turning her head and sending me a cute, even teasing look. "I think 'sensei' is fine."

Nodding, I pulled out my pen and began going over the questions. "Is the house clean?" I made a show of looking around, to which she giggled and turned back to her work at the stove. "Yeah, I think so. It's very well-kept, Mami."

"Thank you, sensei. I do my best."

"Well, good job." The girl beamed at that, making a quiet sound of pleasure. I could almost hear her mentally shouting, 'Sensei praised me!' or something equally silly.

I went down my list as Mami worked, taking my time and making conversation as we went. She finished up cooking and turned off the burners, taking our food off the heat and moving it onto serving plates, trays, and bowls. "There are a few more questions. We could eat first…"

"It's fine, sensei," Mami smiled as she began washing her hands and pulled off her apron.

"Alright. How do you feel about school?"

"Hmm. I'm enjoying school this year, sensei. There are lots of cute kohai who look up to me! I especially like Kaname Madoka-chan from second year. She's so cute~!"

I chuckled at that. "Yeah, she really is. We're not supposed to have favorites, but… if we did, she's one of mine. Her and Akemi Homura-chan are my favorite first years. Pretty sure I already know who my favorite third year is."

"Oh? Who is it?" she asked, a teasing smile pulling at her lips.

"That would be Akiyama in 3-b."

"Gah!" Mami put a hand to her heart, affecting a wounded expression, making her eyes go wide and pouting soulfully. "And after I cooked you a nice meal!"

"My heart can't be bought with food alone," I countered, sending her a smile. "Alright, next question. Do you feel safe and comfortable? The question is intentionally vague, so I'll clarify it and say that it intends to ask how you feel everywhere—school, home, wherever."

Mami's smile faded a bit at that. "I… don't feel safe but I don't feel like I'm in danger, either. But then, the world is a dangerous place, sensei. One moment, everything is fine. The next, you could be in an accident… So, I wouldn't say that I feel unsafe, so much as I am more aware of the dangers of the world than my peers."

"That's, well, it's a pretty mature way to look at it. Yeah, the world isn't exactly wrapped in cotton. Does it bother you? Cause you to have problems focusing, or lose sleep…?"

Mami nodded her head, taking a seat across from me. "A little. I worry sometimes, but… what can you do?"

"Well, you can start by talking to someone about it. For instance, I'm here now if you want to. Or later. Whatever you're comfortable with, okay?"

"Mm. Thank you, sensei. I… think I'll take you up on that later."

I went on down the sheet, before finally getting to the big one. "How do you feel about your home life? Do you feel that all of your needs are being met?"

Mami bit her lip. "It, it's very lonely, sensei. All of my physical needs are taken care of and I feel that my parents did everything they could to provide for me."

Putting the paper in my briefcase, I closed it up and set it on the floor. Reaching out, I laid a hand atop hers. "I dug into your school records a bit before I came over, just to make sure I wouldn't need to look for specific problems. I saw there was an accident and that you lost both of your parents. You don't have any family that could take you in?"

"No, sensei," Mami shook her head. "My mother and father were both only children and I don't know my grandparents and have no way to contact them."

"Would you like me to help you to track them down and make contact?" I offered, and Mami shook her head again.

"I… no, sensei. I don't want to be a burden."

I squeezed her hand. "Mami, you wouldn't be a burden. But, somehow, your paperwork also says you're legally emancipated and from a legal standpoint, there is nothing the school or I can do as a teacher. However, that doesn't mean I can't make the offer outside of my position. So. If there's anything you feel you need or want, tell me and I'll do what I can to help, as long as it's within my power to do so. I can't promise much—a teacher's salary isn't exactly luxurious, but it's not nothing," I chuckled.

Mami's golden eyes stared into my green and she turned her hand over, taking mine in her own and squeezing before her other hand came up to clasp it. "Thank you, sensei. It's nice to finally have someone to talk to about… about everything."

"You've had it rough. It's been hard, hasn't it?"

"It really, really has," she whispered, looking down at our joined hands.

"But you've done well for yourself. You've done a good job on your own. That's something to be proud of, Mami. Not everyone could do what you've done. You're strong."

"Thank you for saying that, sensei. It's nice to hear, even if it's not true. I'm not strong at all," Mami shook her head as tears beaded in her eyes. "I'm… I'm so lonely all the time. I miss them so much. Every time I make friends, they get hurt, or they have to leave, or… or I have to push them away."

"I'm not going anywhere," I promised.

Looking up at me through watery eyes, Mami quietly said, "You said I could ask for anything I needed or wanted." I nodded in confirmation. "I know it's not appropriate, but… Can I, can I have a hug?"

"Of course."

Mami stood up, still tightly clutching my hand in both of hers. Moving around the table, she stood beside me, standing just a bit taller than I was sitting. I stood up and pulled the girl into a hug. Mami's hands released mine, only to go around my waist and latch on like a drowning man does a life preserver. She buried her face in my chest and I rested my chin atop her head, squeezing her back as Mami began to sob. Quietly at first, before she broke down into bawling sobs.

"Shh. It's okay, Mami," I murmured, stroking her back with one hand as she lost control. With the other hand, I began scratching her scalp and rubbing the back of her neck, taking advantage of what I knew about how my touch interacted with magical girls to try to relax her.

Eventually, she fell quiet and relaxed in my arms, her breathing evening out. After a few moments, she sniffled. "Ugh. I'm sorry, sensei. I've made a mess of your shirt."

"It's just a shirt, Mami. Feel a bit better?"

"A bit. I'm, I'm a mess though," she murmured, her hands clutching at my back through my shirt.

Pulling away, I reached down and tilted her face up so I could look at her. Crying isn't pretty and Mami was no exception, with her red face, puffy eyes, and runny nose. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Letting go of her, I looked around the kitchen and found the drawer where she kept her dish towels. Wetting one end of it, I carefully cleaned up her face before drying her up. "There. Much better."

Mami blushed and looked away. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I shouldn't—"

"Nonsense. It's nothing to be ashamed about," I shook my head, before pulling her into another hug, which she eagerly returned and I went back to petting her neck and head. "You wouldn't be human if you didn't have feelings."

Sighing quietly against me, I heard her sniffing a bit as she briefly rubbed her face on my chest, inhaling my scent. "Thank you for putting up with me, sensei."

I squeezed her a little harder. "You're not a burden, Mami. I'm not putting up with you."

The girl nodded once at that. "Can I just… stay like this for a while? It's been so long since I've felt like this…"

"As long as you need to."

Mami looked up at me through wet eyes. She was about Homura's height at 5'1", which put her a full head and change shorter than me. Her gaze was intense, desperate, as she said, "That's not fair, sensei. You shouldn't offer things like that. If, if you offer it now and take it away later, it'll only hurt later. I… I don't want to hurt anymore, but I don't want to be alone either. I don't know what to do."

"I'd be lying if I said I won't ever hurt you—people hurt each other all the time, whether they mean to or not. That's just human nature. But I can promise I won't hurt you intentionally, Mami. I'm not going to offer kindness now and take it away later."

The way she stared up at me, so vulnerable, hurt to look at. "…Do you mean it?"

"I do. I don't make empty promises."

Mami stood on her tiptoes, and when that wasn't enough, her hands came up to my neck and the back of my head and she pulled. I resisted for a moment before letting her pull me in. Mami's lips were soft as they met my own, her eyes staring into mine from just an inch away as she kissed me. Her mouth opened and her small tongue darted out—my own mouth opening reflexively, our tongues met in the middle.

"Mm," she hummed quietly, and I felt her smile against my lips.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss. "We don't have to do this, Mami—"

"I want to, sensei. Please? I, I'll understand if you don't want to. I know I'm a student and there's a risk to your job, but I promise not to tell anyone! Can I please have this?"

Sighing, I rested my forehead against hers and pecked her lips, making her smile brightly. "You're a beautiful girl, Mami, and old enough to make your own decisions. Yes, we could get in trouble with the school, but that's not the problem. I feel like I'd be taking advantage of you if I said yes. You're hurting—"

"It's not! If anything, I'm taking advantage of your kindness, sensei. So it's equal—we can take advantage of each other! Please?"

Chuckling, I shook my head. "Alright." She leaned up to try to kiss me again but I pulled back. "But there are some things I should tell you first."

"Can it wait?" she asked, her hands coming down and starting to unbutton my dress shirt.

"I don't think it should," I murmured, still petting her neck. "I know you're a magical girl."

Mami froze at that, before letting out a strained laugh. "Ha ha, very funny sensei. Well, I do like cosplay—"

"You formed a contract with the Incubator and became a magical girl after the accident," I clarified, reaching down and capturing her hands in my own.

Mami stilled, before shaking her head. "N-no. How, how do you know…?"

I leaned in and pecked her lips again, causing her to whine quietly, but putting the brakes on what sounded like a poor reaction. "I've already spoken with one magical girl in Mitakihara. Listen, it's okay Mami. You've done so much for us. Suffered and bled to keep us all safe from a threat us normal people can't even see, that we can't fight back against. So thank you for keeping us safe."

"Sensei!" Mami cried out, her tone strained as she buried her face in my chest again. "I never thought I'd ever hear anyone say that. Kyubey, he doesn't let people remember those things…"

"Well, I'm a bit of an exception there," I shrugged as I continued to pet her. "You're a good girl Mami, and you've done a good job. I'm proud of you. Thank you."

"Mm!"

I gave her another squeeze before asking what I wanted. "Can I see your soulgem? We discovered something about them that you should know. It's easier to show you."

Mami materialized her soulgem in her hands between us, holding it up for me to see. Bringing my hand on her back around, I gently laid my fingers on her soul. Mami sucked in a breath, her body tensing and quivering against my own. "Sensei? Wh-what," she swallowed, "I feel so… so warm, and good."

"Yeah. Apparently, I can purify soulgems. Kind of like a grief seed, but better. So far, we haven't found a limit—"

Mami shoved her soul into my hand and closed my fist around her, before leaping up and latching onto me, squid-like—arms around my neck, legs around my hips, as her lips hungrily attacked my own. "Mmm~!"

Apparently, talking time was over. I smiled against her lips as I teased her tongue with my own, my hand not holding onto her gem coming down to cup her ass—warm, soft, and firm beneath my hand—as I held her up. I'll break the rest of it to her later, I decided.

Mami pulled away just enough to stare hungrily into my eyes and demand, "Bedroom!"

And then, she renewed her oral assault. She was light, but it was a bit awkward to carry her with one hand, but I managed to navigate the apartment and find the bedroom. I leaned down and deposited Mami on the bed, only for her hands to grab my shirt and begin pulling the buttons open. I placed her soulgem on the bed and took her hands, pulling them away. "This is faster," I said, squeezing her hands a moment before pulling back and untucking my shirt, then pulling it off over my head.

Mami nodded and likewise pulled her own shirt off, before wiggling out of her skirt. She saw the way I looked down on her large, bra-clad breasts and smirked up at me impishly. "See something you like, sensei?"

I met her eyes before looking her up and down slowly, obviously. "I see a lot I like."

"Heh heh~" she giggled, before undoing the bra and tossing it away. Reaching up, she cupped her large breasts and pushed them together—her flesh pale and soft-looking, squishing between her fingers with the pressure she exerted. Her nipples were a pale pink, with large areolas. Reaching down, she shimmied out her panties, exposing her bare sex, her fat lips glistening with arousal. Mami crossed her hands over her stomach, one under her breasts to push them up. A blush lit her cheeks, but her smile was confident and sexy as she looked up at me.

I pulled my pants and boxers down in one movement, pulling my socks off with my toes as I went. My cock bounced a bit as I stood back up. Mami cooed as she looked at it, her left hand slipping down and spreading her lips, before she began to rub herself. "Ahn~," she moaned lewdly. "I want to feel you inside me. Touch me more, sensei~."

I didn't need to be told twice. Leaning down, I ran my hands up her muscular legs, to her thick thighs, spreading them apart. Her skin was smooth, sinfully soft, and warm to the touch. I moved between her legs as she spread her pussy open for me. Lining my cock up, I slid into her with a soft breath of pleasure on her part, her pussy absolutely soaked and hot around me. Slowly, I worked myself back and forth, slightly deeper on each thrust.

"So thick," Mami breathed as her hands came up and draped themselves over my shoulders. "Mmaah~" Her back arched as I bottomed out inside her, the head of my cock kissing her cervix.

Leaning down, I kissed her full, plush lips, still wearing that sexy little confident smile. She chuckled as we kissed, our tongues dancing. Mami's feet came up and stroked my legs as her hands started to explore. She broke the kiss, staring up into my eyes as I began to slowly pump in and out of her tight cunt. "Why does touching you feel so good?"

Reaching out, I picked up her soulgem, and Mami moaned loudly, her body reacting as she shuddered around me—her pussy clenching hard around my cock. Her hand came up, fingers twining with mine, holding her soul between them. "I've never felt like this," she whispered, tilting her head down and nuzzling my neck, her lips kissing me as her tongue darted out and flicked at my neck. With a shudder at the warm little tongue teasing my flesh, I returned the favor, focusing my efforts on her ear as I sucked the shell of it into my mouth and ran my tongue over it.

"Ahn~ N-not my ears~, they're sensitive!"

I nipped her ear and let go just long enough to give it a kiss and whisper, "So what you're saying is, 'molest my ears more, sensei?'"

"Nooo~!" Mami whimpered, but she didn't try to escape when I did exactly that. If anything, she tilted her head to give me more access.

I picked up the pace and force of my thrusts and Mami's hips rose in time to meet them, her body rolling beneath me, her large breasts pressed delightfully into my chest swaying slightly with every thrust. A wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh began to fill the room, along with our gasps, grunts, groans, and moans—and the sound of a bed rocking and squeaking as I made love to the neglected teenager below me.

It didn't take long at all for Mami to come, her free hand going to my head and pulling me into a kiss as her other hand squeezed my own—and her soulgem between them. Her legs locked behind my back, pulling a little harder with every thrust as she shuddered. She moaned into my mouth as her fingers pulled at my hair, her cunt beginning to flutter, then squeeze rhythmically around me.

After the first time, it seemed like it took less time every time after, and I took my time squeezing as many orgasms from the beautiful girl as I could. True to Homura's word, Mami wasn't nearly as responsive to my touch as Homura herself, but she did respond—and it appeared that once I got her worked up, the feelings of pleasure seemed to just keep building.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any more. I was just a normal man, I didn't have any special training or techniques to hold off orgasm—and while I had the self-control to last a good while, eventually even that self-control failed to the deliciously sexy teen girl moaning, mewling, begging for more from her sensei as her body came again and again around me. Taking her other hand in mine, I made those last few thrusts slow and deep as I kissed her. I broke off only long enough to give her a warning.

"Gonna come," I grunted, feeling myself already starting to throb.

"Inside!" Mami demanded, her legs again locking behind my hips.

That was enough to set me off and I kissed her again as I came, my cock throbbing inside her and filling her womb with hot sperm. Mami squealed into my mouth, her body shuddering in another orgasm as her hands squeezed my own and her legs flexed around my waist.

After what felt like a small eternity, I sighed and partially collapsed against the girl as my orgasm petered out. Mami let out a happy little giggle/moan as she freed her hands and wrapped them around me in a hug. "Sensei… I know it's unreasonable, but please, love me more and more like this. Every day. Every night. Come over and let's take advantage of each other whenever we want, okay?"

"I can't promise every night, but as often as I can," I agreed.

I tried to roll off of her but Mami clung tighter and shook her head, before pulling at my chest. "Rest here, sensei. You can squish me all you like and it won't hurt."

"I suppose not, huh?" I murmured, kissing her lips again before I stopped holding my weight off of her. I wasn't huge, but she was younger and smaller than me. That didn't matter though, because while I was pressing her human body into the mattress, Mami's actual body was still in my hand.

"What was it you wanted to tell me, sensei?" she asked after several minutes.

"A few things. First, this," I emphasized the 'this' in question by flexing my cock, still inside her.

Mami whimpered, her body contracting in response and her eyes rolling up. "So close sensei~. I'm, I'm going to come again! Just a little more—"

I reached down with the hand not holding her soulgem and tweaked her nipple, pulling and rolling the little bundle of nerves. That was all it took to set Mami off and she mewled pathetically as she trembled beneath me. "That's part of it. Apparently, it feels really good when I purify a girl's soulgem."

"It, it does~! Purify me more, sensei~" Mami moaned lewdly, panting into my ear as her hands clutched at my back. "I don't want to ever purify my soulgem any other way again. Always, always with you sensei!"

"That's fine, Mami. But if you feel this good doing it, how do you think other girls will feel doing it?"

Mami stilled beneath me. Her hands came up to my shoulders and she pushed me away slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. I didn't see anger in her eyes, or rejection. No, that was determination as she stared at me from all of a few inches away. "Sensei, we don't need grief seeds if we have you, do we?"

"We don't think so, no."

"And you're already purifying two magical girls?" she asked and I nodded. "…We have to find more. I don't care if they want to have sex with you. No, in fact, it's better if they have sex with you. If you can make them all feel like this. They should all share this amazing feeling. The more they enjoy it, the further they'll go to protect you. Sensei, with you keeping us pure, we'll never need grief seeds again. Magical girls can stop fighting over territory. But… but we need to make sure they're loyal. I wouldn't want one to try to take you by force."

"Easy, slow down," I shushed her, stroking her soulgem and gaining an involuntary shudder from her. "We're working on it already. There are some other things you should know. Some not so good news."

"Tell me, sensei. I want to know."

I nodded. Leaning back down, I pecked her lips and pulled back. And then, I told her the truth that, in other timelines, had broken her. "Witches come from magical girls."

I felt her stiffen beneath me and stroked her soulgem again, breaking her mounting horror with forced pleasure. "Wha—?"

"When a magical girl's soulgem gets completely dark, she becomes a witch. Kyubey, the Incubators, incubate magical girls from their larval stage to their adult stage—that is, witches. This is intentional. It's to harvest energy."

"No—!"

I shushed her with a kiss. Mami struggled for a moment before giving in the moment I pulled back and thrust into her once. The pleasure that had been slowly building just by holding her soulgem crested and she whimpered as she came. I broke the kiss, resting my forehead against hers. "It's true. You can ask it yourself later. They won't deny it. There's more there that we suspect, but it's not something we need to get into now."

"I'm going to become a witch?" she asked, looking up into my eyes and looking suddenly very vulnerable.

I brought my hand up, pulling back so I could show her her soulgem—which literally glowed with golden light now. "No, Mami. Not any more. You're safe. And with your help, we can keep as many magical girls safe as possible."

"No more witches?"

Biting my lip, I shook my head. "I'm just one man. I can't be everywhere, and there are lots of magical girls and even more witches. The system is broken—intentionally, we suspect. There's no way to fix it without destroying it. And when I die, it goes right back to what it was. You can't tell the Incubators about me, or our plans. You can't show them your soulgem. If they knew, they would try to have me killed."

"Kyubey wouldn't—!"

"He would," I countered immediately. "But I'm not going to try to convince you of that. Instead, I'll ask, will you please keep this a secret from them? For me?"

Mami stared up into my eyes. Her hands twitched against my back and she looked away for a moment, before nodding. "I will, sensei. If, if you're worried that they might be dangerous, then I can't disregard that, even if I disagree. I just found you, I don't want to lose you." Looking up into my eyes again, she asked, "Who is the other magical girl in Mitakihara?"

"Akemi Homura. She can time travel. We'll introduce you two and tell you her story later. But I need you to know, I trust her. Everything she's going to tell you is true, whether you want to hear it or not. Right now, she's going in search of a magical girl assassin to get her on-side before someone can point her in my direction."

Mami stared. "What."

"Yeah… welcome to the madness," I grinned down at her, before kissing the tip of her nose. "Come on, let's go eat that dinner you cooked. It looked delicious and it'd be a shame to let it go to waste. We can talk more while we eat. Then, how about a bath and some more fun?"

"…I, I want more," she nodded, before unwrapping from around me. I helped her up off the bed and she giggled as she shifted from side to side. "I'm leaking! You made a mess, sensei~."

"Worth it," I grinned, before pulling her into a hug and kissing her soundly—one hand groping her ass while the other squeezed one of her tits, drawing a moan from the beautiful blonde. "Come on, let's go eat."

I smacked her ass, drawing an, "Eep!" from the girl, giving her a shove towards the kitchen. I watched her heart shaped ass sway as she walked, her pussy visible in the gap between her thighs—as she said, leaking a trail of my sperm. We would definitely be taking a bath together after this.

"Alright. Homura can go into more detail later, but I may as well give you the rundown now. Short version, Homura's been trapped in a time loop for the last several years. There are going to be a few witches pop up in the next few months, along with two or three more magical girls. Kyoko may show up on her own, but we're already looking at bringing her in. We're trying to gather up as many magical girls as we can over the next few months and unite them under one banner… because eventually, and I'm not sure on the exact timeframe so you'll need to ask Homura, but one day soon we're going to get trouble coming to town…"