A/N: Type 97 is kinda cute, you know~ This fic also uses Type 97's school skin~

Enjoy~


Bad Student

''Commander~ Here's the docs you asked for~''

''Thanks, 97.''

It was a fairly standard day at the office. Modest weather, ventilation kept the office at just the right temperature, IDW bugging out the construction depot; the same old same old.

And working alongside the Commander was his ever-dutiful secretary, Type 97. Chipper and cheerful the T-Doll served him loyally, doing everything from fetching him documents to coffee to summoning T-Dolls whom he needed to speak with. She wasn't as good with things like schedules or more focus-intensive tasks, getting distracted easily, but he certainly didn't mind the quirk. If anything, it only made her appear cuter to him.

That cuteness of hers was enhanced by her outfit, one she'd taken a liking to recently – a schoolgirl outfit. A white button-up shirt with a blue vest over it, coupled with a red skirt, made her look the part well enough; but Type 97 took it a step further by having cat ears and tail added to her frame, giving her a cat-girl appeal to her. One the T-Doll played into gladly, often mewling for some milk or purring against him, sometimes in... work-inappropriate places. Not that he minded, when they were alone at least.

Knock knock~

''Hm?'' Lowering his pen the Commander lifted his head, eyes on the door. ''Come in?''

The singular door of his office clicked open, allowing Kalina to walk inside. ''Commander, here's the reports you asked for. HQ also sent over the briefing you requested as well.''

''Ah, thank you Kalina.'' With a smile he stood and accepted the documents.

Kalina smiled back but her gaze drifted onto Type 97, perhaps only then noticing the uniform she'd chosen to don. ''Also... what's with the outfit, 97? Not that it's not cute, but...''

''Hm? I just felt like wearing it, that's all~'' Type 97 merrily said, skipping over to the drawers and setting out organising the reports to make room for more.

Kalina hummed uncertainly at that and shot the Commander a look, more befuddled than anything else.

The Commander just smiled and silently shook his head. Nothing to be worried about.

Kalina nodded at that, a and with a quick goodbye said left to continue her duties around the base – her turned back making her miss the Commander's devious smirk.

X-x-X

Night fell quickly, and with its arrival so too did the Commander get an arrival at his bedroom door.

Knock-knock-knock~

The Commander rose from his seat on the edge of his bed, idly brushing his hands down his front as he marched up to his door – a quick twist of the key unlocking it and allowing him to pull it wide open. This late at night the hallway beyond was entirely silent, only some faint murmurs coming from far down the dormitory wing, and even they were sparse and softly-spoken.

''You're late.'' The Commander remarked, gazing down at the T-Doll stood before his door.

''Story, Teacher~'' Type 97 cheerfully apologised, a light pink tint to her cheeks and a demure smile joining it.

The Commander merely hummed and stepped aside, letting his subordinate walk into the room and shutting the door behind her. The moment it clicked shut though his hand came around, slipping under the thin fabric of her skirt and grabbing a handful of her ass – feeling the rough material of her lace panties. Type 97 gasped lightly, scandalised as she peeked back up at him, but the Commander didn't remove his hand; instead guiding the T-Doll towards his bed.

''You've been very naughty lately.'' The Commander remarked, sitting down on the edge and coaxing her into the seat next to him. ''You'll need to be punished for that.''

''B-But I'm doing my best!'' Type 97 protested, biting her lip. ''I-I'm your best student, remember? M-My grades-''

''-have been falling lately.'' The Commander sternly said. ''Come here.''

Type 97 knew full well what was coming and hesitated, looking around as if for help, before with an embarrassed whimper she obliged – laying across his lap on her stomach. The Commander hummed and groped her ass more firmly, lifting her skirt up just so he could see her panties; the lacy black pair earning a hum from him, his hand sliding over her cheeks. He tucked a finger under the back, pulling it out and ultimately letting the tight material slap back against her ass, earning a whine from the submissive T-Doll.

''Lace? Wearing that to school... how shameless of you.'' The Commander scolded. ''Bad students like you need to be punished.''

''B-But it was the only pair I had- eek!''

Type 97's words escalated into a sharp squeak as his hand came down, smacking her ass hard enough to make it jiggle. The shock of it wore off after a moment, earning a whimper from Type 97 as he rubbed her behind better – only to make her yelp again as he spanked her a second time. More rubs eased the pain but only made it sting more when he spanked her a third time, then a fourth, and then a fifth.

By the eighth spank Type 97's ass grew a little red, even with his soothing rubs, the stinging pain earning a whimper from the T-Doll. The Commander was unrelenting though, spanking her a ninth time... before his hand conveniently slid down, feeling the outline of her pussy lips through her underwear. More importantly he felt how damp her underwear was in that location. Humming he pressed his fingers against her clothed lips, slowly but firmly rubbing them and earning a stilted whine from Type 97's throat, both her hands covering her reddening face.

''You got wet from me spanking you?'' The Commander asked in faux-disbelief. ''I never knew you were so perverted, Type 97.''

''I-It's not...'' Type 97 feebly whimpered.

The Commander however took no excuses, and after but a moment he decided to take action – namely by grabbing the back of her black panties and yanking them down. They came down to her soft thighs easily, leaving her ass bare and letting him touch her slit easier; two fingers rubbing her dripping-wet pussy, her excitement easily evident. Type 97 squirmed slightly, whimpered but not telling him to stop, only encouraging him to rub her lower lips more, to coax more sounds out of it.

Then with little warning he curled his fingers and pushed two inside her. Type 97 gasped, tensing up as she felt his thick fingers intrude into her, but could only whimper as he wriggled them in deeper. Taking it slow he explored a bit, wiggling his fingers about or curling them around, his fingertips rubbing against her fleshy insides and touching some spots that made her jerk or twitch the most, her gasping moans contained within her throat.

''Getting so wet... I should punish you more.'' The Commander noted aloud, his other hand cupping her chin, stroking it.

Type 97 shivered, her cattish traits showing through with the chin-scratching. ''N-Nyaa...''

Smirking he pumped his fingers into her faster – driving them in deep and scissoring them apart, before abruptly pulling them out. The sudden absence made Type 97 jerk, a needy whimper escaping her pursed lips, but the Commander merely replied by bringing his hand down on her ass; harshly spanking the naughty student and slapping a moan from her throat, one that sounded so dangerously loud in his bedroom. Not that the Commander had any concerns about being overheard.

Another spank stung her ass – and without missing a beat three fingers jammed themselves into her sex. Type 97 cried out in pleasure, her walls clenching around his digits but failing to stop him from thrusting them into her slick heat, fingering out a shaky moan from the T-Doll. Feebly she tried to push herself back onto his fingers but he merely moved his hand back with the motion, denying her the relief she so desperately wanted. It wouldn't be a 'punishment' otherwise.

Smirking the Commander followed up on that train of thought, letting his thumb rub up against her clit only briefly – before all at once he pulled his fingers out of her, his hand coming to settle on her ass.

''Get on your knees.'' The Commander ordered sternly.

Type 97 shivered and let out a cute whimper, squirming off of his lap and kneeling in front of him. Flushed and with half-lidded eyes she gazed up at him, her cheeks only darkening further when he shamelessly unbuckled his belt and shoved them down, allowing him to pull his cock out in front of her. His naughty student gazed at it with a mixture of surprise and awe, her tongue coming out to lick her lips unconsciously, as if his cock was a tasty snack she wanted to swallow. In a way, she would.

Laying his hand on the back of her head the Commander snaked his fingers into her dark hair, pulling her close. Type 97 didn't need a bigger hint than that, blushing a deep red hue as she leaned in – and using only her mouth started to please him, kissing the tip. Another kiss pecked the tip before she went slightly lower, smooching the underside of his shaft and working her way down to the base, peering up into his eyes the whole time.

Smooching lips trailed back up his cock with a tug of her hair, the Commander's firm hand guiding her mouth to the tip – and with a groan he pushed her down. It slipped past her soft pink lips and went over her tongue, easing into her mouth inch by inch until he hit the back of her throat, causing Type 97 to gag; coughing on his cock. The Commander loosened his hold briefly, letting her lean back and catch her breath, but the moment she'd done so he pushed her down again to the same result.

On the fourth try though Type 97 grunted, throat spasming, but managed to hold her gag reflex back – allowing his cock down her throat. The Commander moaned at the pleasurable heat, feeling her throat muscles spasm and grip his shaft, only encouraging him to push her down more and make his student take his dick. Her lips pursed as best they could around his shaft, forming a lewd 'O' shape, until soon her nose was buried in his crotch and his dick was down her gullet, lubed with her spit and using her throat like a cock-warmer.

''Kh... g-gh... guhk...!'' Type 97 began to run low on air; coughing and spasming around his dick, her eyes beginning to water.

Only then did the Commander loosen his hold, allowing the T-Doll to rear her head back with a wet gasp, coughing as she swallowed some of her own spit. He gave her no more than a few seconds though before pushing her straight back down again, moaning blissfully as he sheathed himself down her throat again. Rather than hold her down though he bobbed her head, letting her suck up to the tip before making her throat accept his girth, the tip sometimes making her gag. Not that it made him stop. He was just teaching her throat the right way to handle his cock, after all.

And slowly Type 97 got used to the motions; figuring out how best to suck and slurp his cock, how to purse her lips to the curve of his cock, how to tilt her head so it went down her throat easier – all to the Commander's pleasure, moans and groans arising from his throat as she gave him head. His free hand petted her head as reward, fondling her cat ears and earning a cattish purr from the T-Doll, the vibrations teasing his cock pleasurably.

''Ah, yeah, that's it...'' The Commander murmured, listening to her grunt and gag on his cock. ''Learn your lesson...''

Type 97 whined around his cock, red eyes peering up at him as she dutifully swallowed his shaft. Her tongue curled and licked around his cock when it could, her head tilting slightly just so she could take him deeper easier – prompting the Commander to grab her by her twin-tails and yank her down harder. She gagged at that, nose flush against his groin as he made her deep-throat him again and again, moans of pure lust bubbling out of his throat.

Leaning back slightly he controlled her pace, his hips lifting off the bed slightly and pushing his dick down her throat more – his eyes not-so-subtly peering down past her face, and at her clothed breasts. Type 97 sensed where his gaze was and blushed, moaning around his shaft before she moved both hands to her vest, unbuttoning it and hurriedly shrugging it off, the task made a challenge when she was currently getting throat-fucked, shudders travelling their way through her curvy frame.

''Mmgk...'' Type 97's throat convulsed around his throat, her hands busy unbuttoning her white school shirt.

The Commander pursed his lips, enduring the pleasure that tickled up his cock and staring down at Type 97, waiting in anticipation - and to his delight she got her shirt unbuttoned quickly, causing it to spill open and reveal her chest pushed up by a lacy black bra, the cups a scarlet red hue. Groaning he slipped a hand down and dipped one hand into the left cup, hefting her plump breast out of her bra and jiggling it a little, earning a muffled moan from the T-Doll, her head pushed into his crotch by his sole remaining hand.

The Commander endured the throat that convulsed around his cock, pleasure tingling up his shaft – amplified by how good Type 97 was getting at giving head, her lips pursing around his shaft and slurping up to the tip, her spit acting like lube and letting her slide up it. Coupled with the breast he idly fondled the Commander felt his orgasm racing up his shaft sooner than expected, pressure bubbling up his shaft.

Until soon, it erupted. ''Mn!''

Type 97's eyes bulged as he suddenly shoved her all the way down his cock, blowing his load straight down her gullet. The T-Doll dutifully swallowed it, gulping his thick load down as fast as she could – seconds passing as she kept swallowing, her throat visibly bulging with every gulp.

Until with a moan the Commander unhanded the T-Doll, allowing her to pull her mouth off his cock wit ha gasp; coughing on her own spit and wiping her chin dry with her sleeve. ''G-Guh...''

The Commander smiled tightly at her reaction, panting for breath himself... and even as a full minute passed, his dick remained rock-hard.

Prompting him to speak. ''Get on the bed.''

''Y-Yes, Teacher...'' Type 97 breathlessly agreed.

The Commander smiled at that and shuffled to the side, giving room for Type 97 to stand and climb onto the bed. Naturally his eyes went to her behind, lust still burning strong inside him as he held her waist and guided her onto her knees – putting the schoolgirl on all fours. Type 97 bit her lip but didn't protest, leaning forwards on her palms and lifting her knees when requested, allowing him to take her panties off fully; her legs nudged apart as he got behind her.

''You've been a bad girl.'' The Commander remarked, pushing his wet, saliva-coated tip against her pussy. ''Hopefully you'll learn your lesson after this.''

Type 97 opened her mouth to speak, but only a sharp, pleasure-filled moan tumbled out as he pushed inside – spreading her lips with his shaft. The searing heat that smothered him forced a groan out of the Commander's own throat, both his hands grabbing her waist and pulling her back towards him, burying his swollen shaft deep between her hot walls and hitting her innermost parts on the very first thrust, not least thanks to how wet she was.

The Commander didn't wait more than a few moments before he started to move; slowly pulling out before sinking back into her slick heat, savouring the erotic sensation. The T-Doll herself clutched at the sheets, demurely moaning as he stretched her insides apart with every slow, rhythmic thrust, his pelvis bumping against her bare ass and nudging her forwards a little, tempting her in turn to push herself back onto his erect shaft.

''Mn, bet you wanted this.'' The Commander murmured, digging his fingers into her hips, pulling her back firmly and relishing how she moaned – his cock sliding into her slick, snug tunnel easily. ''You wanted me to bend you over and take you, didn't you?''

''T-That's not it~'' Type 97 whined, but the way she started to push herself back, impaling herself on his shaft, betrayed her.

Prompting the Commander to bring his right hand down and spank her again. Type 97 yelped in pleasure, clamping around his throbbing cock from the surprise alone – the way her walls conformed to his cock leaving him moaning throatily. Picking up the pace he stuffed her needy pussy to the brim, his pelvis audibly smacking up against her ass and jerking her body forwards, her hands scrambling across the sheets for purchase just so she could push her ass back towards him, getting his cock nice and deep.

Her arms however couldn't take the pressure, quivering and shaking under her own weight - until soon they gave out, and Type 97 buried her face in the sheets with a moan; her ass remaining up in the air. The Commander took full advantage of that, moving his hands up to her shoulders and keeping them pinned down against the quilt as he pounded her faster, his cock going in at just the right angle to make Type 97 cry out, clenching tight as a vice as he railed her raw.

''A-Ah, teacher, teacher~!'' Type 97 wailed, gripping onto the sheets. ''I-I'm cumm- kya~!''

With a shrill, girlish cry Type 97 climaxed; her walls pressing down tightly on his cock. The sudden tightness pushed the Commander to his own limit, a shout fleeing his throat right before he slammed balls-deep in his 'student', flooding her pussy with thick, plentiful ropes of semen; splattering her smothering walls with it and pumping it into her innermost parts, her walls helping squeeze every last drop out.

''Mn! Nn!'' The Commander grunted harshly, jerking his hips in short, hurried thrusts. ''F-Fuck...''

''Mn, teacher... that's a bad word...'' Type 97 managed to mewl out, thighs quivering under her own weight.

The Commander just cracked a smile at that, rocking his hips a little more before finally pulling out – allowing a thick dribble of semen to spill out of Type 97. The cat-girl T-Doll moaned at the feeling, her knees finally giving out and flopping flat on her front, catching her breath at last... until he grabbed her thigh and rolled her over onto her back. She whined, feigning fatigue even as she spread her legs wide apart, giving him an uninhibited view of her glistening sex.

Still hard despite his prior orgasm the Commander shuffled between her legs, teasingly rubbing the tip of his dick along her slit – the slow, teasing strokes soon earning a whine from his student, and the moment she whined he stuck it in.

''Mm~!'' Type 97 clamped around his intruding cock, tensing. ''D-Don't surprise me like that~''

''You're in no position to argue.'' The Commander teasingly fired back, grunting as he got on top of her – taking both her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand, freeing his other.

He put that hand to good use, groping her right tit and squeezing a mewl out of Type 97, her head tilting back as he started moving his waist too – pumping himself in-and-out of her slick heat. With every thrust some of his load leaked out of her, yet the lewd feeling only aroused Type 97 more than anything else; her walls clenching tight around his girth and enticing him to plunge into her faster to compensate.

The sound of their flesh smacking together was joined by the creaking of the bed; the headboard bumping against the wall quietly at first but quickly getting louder, escalating to a dull, repetitive thudding sound. Type 97 whined at the lewd noise, embarrassed by the prospect of it drawing attention, but the Commander muted such sounds with a sudden kiss – lips mashing against hers and devouring her voice.

''Mmph...'' Type 97 replied then by wrapping her legs around his waist, her ankles locking behind his ass and pulling him into her more. ''Do it harder~''

''As you wish...'' With a grunt the Commander sped up; jerking his hips forth in shorter, rougher thrusts and making her clamp around him with a whimper.

The feeling alone kept him going; any fatigue he felt pushed down by sheer, uncontrollable lust, intimately feeling her grip his girth as he slammed it into her – plunging himself into her vice-like tunnel and hitting her innermost parts with every thunderous thrust. Type 97 gasped and mewled but didn't tell him to stop, her hands wriggling feebly in his hold, her fingers curled into fists as she endured his pounding thrusts.

Both were still sensitive from their orgasms though; their twitching parts smacking together with slick squelches. Even though she was playing the submissive role Type 97 rocked her hips as best she could, whimpering and crying out as his cock managed to hilt within her again and again, rubbing up against those few sensitive spots that just made her melt. The Commander himself felt like he was melting too, her pussy smothering his cock with how hot she felt, pushing him closer to his limit.

''Hah, Mn, here it comes...!'' The Commander groaned out-

-and barely after the word left his lips the heat in his cock peaked; his hips instinctively jerking forth and sheathing him balls-deep in his student, climaxing inside her. Type 97 cried out, throwing her head back and pulling him balls-deep into her with her feet, her slick walls squeezing out spurt after spurt of semen from him. Any thrusts he managed were short and jerky, their flesh smacking together roughly.

Until soon he hilted inside her and groaned; finally coming to a stop. The T-Doll moaned, walls constricting his girth and wringing out every last drop, both of them left panting from the force of their orgasms. Silence reigned over them for but a few more moments before the Commander groaned, his girth sliding out and the tip soon springing free from her lips, earning a breathless mewl from his lover.

''Hah... well, that's enough roleplay for one night, huh?'' The Commander breathed, easing himself down onto the bed next to her.

''Yep~'' Type 97 giggled, pushing herself into his chest.

''Y'know, someone might start to notice we're doing this if you keep wearing that school uniform.'' The Commander remarked, running a hand through her hair, petting her. ''Run the risk of me bending you over my desk.''

The T-Doll's cheeks burned red, but a pleased smile lit up her face all the same. ''Hehe... oh no, whatever will I do~''

''You tease.'' The Commander rumbled playfully, rolling on top of her.

Type 97's giggle was muffled by a kiss, and ultimately melted into a moan as he pinned her to the bed – both going for a heated make-out session before they had to clean up for bed.

[END]