A/N: Finally got around to doing the second chapter of this one~

Do enjoy~

Tricked and Treated

Chapter 2: Atsuko's Turn

One day had passed since Halloween.

One day since he had gone trick-or-treating with the Arius Squad.

And one day since he'd bent Saori over and banged his student in an alleyway.

Just remembering it brought a blush to his cheeks, his face hot and throat closing up. It was so very sinful, and if that information was to spread the rumours, nay, the chaos that would happen was unfathomable. Thankfully Saori promised not to tell anyone, and together they managed to rejoin the others once they'd gone at it enough times, returning to SCHALE for the night. Wherein they fucked in his bed thrice more before sleep finally claimed them.

On the one hand, he was ashamed. Aphrodisiac or not Saori was his student, and it was his duty to guide and mentor her wisely... but goddamn if she wasn't one of the hottest women he'd ever met, and while she seemed ignorant of her own beauty and the effects it had on him, she was more than willing to be intimate with him. Whether this would be just a one time thing or something more serious, though, they never had the chance to broach. When he woke in the morning both Saori and Arius Squad were gone; leaving a note that they were thankful for the hospitality, but they had some contracts that needed done. Fair enough, he had to admit, and if anything he was proud they were working hard already.

Even if, personally, he'd have liked a morning to sit and talk things over with Saori. Along with the implications of him cumming inside of her several times without protection.

Sensei sighed, running a hand over his face in some feeble attempt to quash his embarrassment, to no avail. Even as he sat there behind his desk filling out forms on his computer his mind turned back to the night before, vividly recalling how Saori felt. The plumpness of her breast, the smoothness of her skin, the tightness of her loins – he shuddered, growing shamefully erect just thinking about being inside of her. Of pushing her up against the wall of an alley and just rutting her like a beast, banging parts and grunting like animals.

Pursing his lips he chased the thoughts from his mind, glancing over his shoulder instead. The night sky greeted him, the various skyworks pinging across Kivotos's grand canvas, but Saori and the others hadn't come back yet. He didn't expect them to, admittedly; they were the independent sort and while willing to accept his generosity, they'd only do so if they had no other option, more often than not. Thus they were probably in some shady hotel somewhere they got on the cheap. At least he knew they could take care of themselves.

As if his thoughts were the trigger his phone suddenly chirped, piquing his attention and prompting him to pluck it up, a flick of his thumb opening the newest message – one from Atsuko.

[Sensei, please come meet me at the following coordinates. Come alone~]

That was all Atsuko said, and when he texted back asking if she was alright he got no reply. The tilde though at the end of her words assured him she wasn't, despite his paranoid worries. If she was in danger she'd say as much, or at least try to hint at it. Either she was lost, or just wanted to meet him in private.

'Oh gods, does she know what I did with Saori?' The realisation struck, his embarrassment now mixed with mortification. '...no, even if she does know, I have to face the music regardless. I'm sure she'll just want to talk it over... if that's even the reason she's calling me over there...'

Nodding to himself Sensei quickly began closing up shop; and within the minute was out the door, hurrying in pursuit of Atsuko.

X-x-X

It took him only ten minutes to find where the coordinates led, and another five to actually reach them from the nearest intersection.

His curiosity gradually turned into surprise though as he recognised the houses he passed, many of which still had Halloween decorations hanging up. This was the same street he had taken the Arius girls trick-or-treating on. And as he finally neared the coordinates he realised that they led back towards the very same alleyway where he'd pounded Saori for an hour or more straight. If he wasn't feeling intimidated before, then he certainly was now.

When he showed up at the mouth of the alleyway, however, nobody was inside. Fear gave way to curiosity and Sensei ventured further inside, looking about in the hopes of finding any trace of Atsuko – and as he neared the small shelter, he found her.

''You kept me waiting, Sen-sei~''

Atsuko glided out of her hiding spot with a playful smile, her red eyes twinkling with mirth. A wedding dress clad her lithe form, the very same one she'd worn the day prior – a corpse bride outfit. The traditional white wedding dress flowed down to her thighs where it cut off at the front, leaving the sides and back to trail down to her ankles. A corset hugged her sides tightly and kept the dress smug, a demure amount of cleavage present with her small bust size. The fake bloodstain was still present in the corset and the veil was over her head, not a speck out of place from the night before.

''Atsuko?'' Sensei remarked, befuddled. ''What are you doing here? And um... in that outfit?''

Atsuko tittered gently. ''You know why, Sensei.''

''...you saw me and Saori?''

''Mmhm~'' Atsuko merrily hummed, meandering up towards him, every step making her heels click against the ground. ''And I want you to do the same thing to me.''

It took a moment for her words to truly sink in, and when they did he flinched as if struck – disbelief written across his face. ''A-Atsuko? Where's this coming from?''

In response the lavender-haired girl pouted. ''Where? From my heart, of course. It's not my fault you never noticed my feelings Sensei – or Sa-chan's, either.''

''Wait, so both you and Saori-''

''Yup~'' Her merry chirp cut him off, and he practically flinched as she laid a hand on his chest, the distance between them nil. ''We have for a while now. It's not good to ignore a girl's feelings, you know? Especially since I dressed up like this just for you~''

The lilted sing-song tone she ended with brought a blush to Sensei's cheeks. A thousand thoughts raced through his head, clogging his mind – up until Atsuko stood up on her tiptoes and clutched onto his collar. In the blink of an eye she pulled him down and brushed her lips against his own, her gentle exhalation tickling his lips and inviting him in just that little bit closer. An invitation Sensei fell for.

''Mm~''

Atsuko's gentle, pleased hum sent shudders through him as he kissed the shorter girl. Her lips were slimmer than Saori's but softer, more inviting – not a blemish nor cut upon them as she drew him deeper into her intoxicating sweetness. Her arms shifted to his shoulders and he settled his hands on her narrow hips, holding her close as their lips slowly smacked together, the moment draining him of all thought as they just made out.

The need to breathe was what coaxed Sensei back from the kiss. For a moment he stared into Atsuko's endearing red eyes, her lips curling up into a small, pleased smile as a pink blush coloured her cheeks, only heightening how goddamn cute she was in that moment. When she gave his shoulders a light tug he thusly couldn't resist, leaning down and claiming her entrancing lips in another, longer kiss.

When they broke apart for the second time Atsuko slipped out of his hold only long enough to tug him into the shallow shelter; deep enough to hide them from any passersby. Sensei understood and the moment he could he kissed Atsuko once more, his reservations steadily withering away as he pecked and smooched the attractive lavender-haired girl, her gentle hums and playful giggles only coaxing him into it further.

''Atsuko...'' Came Sensei's breathless grunt.

''Are you getting excited Sensei~?''

''Y... Yeah.'' He bashfully admitted, swallowing. ''Are you sure you want to do this? Especially since Saori and I-''

''It's fine.'' She put a finger to his lips. ''Sa-chan won't mind.''

Then without another word Atsuko dropped to her knees. Clad in a wedding dress as she was he got a nice view down her cleavage, small as it was, but his attention quickly gravitated to her nimble hands as they worked on his belt. Within moments she had the buckle undone and his tight-fitting dress pants fell down his thighs, his boxers soon unbuttoned a moment later and allowing his cock to flop out, semi-erect.

Atsuko cooed at the sight, her fingers curling around his shaft as she gripped it gently. That gentleness extended to her strokes as she deftly pumped up to the head and then down to the base, her motions tender in a way that left him shivering, craving more. As if sensing that craving Atsuko upped the speed a little, a playful hum escaping his partner as she worked him to full hardness, intermixing her strokes with slow kneading gropes or shorter tugs, the constant barrage of sensation orgasmic.

''Mm... did Sa-chan do this for you too?'' Atsuko gently inquired, kissing the tip – never breaking eye contact as she did so.

Sensei swallowed, tried to hold the words back, but when being stared at with such entrancing eyes the words spilled out all the same. ''Y-Yeah...''

Atsuko made a cute noise of understanding – and then took him into her mouth. The suddenness of it took his breath away, acutely aware of the slim lips that grazed over his girth and pursed just past the halfway point before sucking up to the tip once more; the gentle, repeated envelopment heavenly. He had to put a hand on the wall next to him just to stay steady; groans bubbling up his throat as Atsuko took him in deeper and deeper, her innocent lips snugly fitting around his shaft.

Until soon she nearly deep-throated him. Air got stuck in his throat and came out as a ragged gasp – and a moan soon followed as she did actually deep-throat him. The back of her throat felt hot, his tip brushing down it, and her lips pressed into his girth as she sensually slurped back up to the tip. Her nimble tongue lashed at the head, lifting it up before swirling around the tip, preluding the deep-throating that followed a mere moment later.

Sensei's legs tensed lest they give out from under him, his lips pursing as he withheld a groan. As if eager to suck it out of him Atsuko deep-throated him once more, humming around his cock as she slurped up to the tip, her tongue giving it only a brief flick before she throated him once more. While not as aggressively earnest as Saori was Atsuko moved with a nimble dexterity that left him like putty; every sensual suck and playful peck on the tip leaving him pulsating in her warm, wet mouth.

''Crap, Atsuko...'' Sensei breathed out, brushing some lavender hair from her face.

Atsuko hummed at that, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled around his cock – rewarding him with another love-filled suck. The gentle press of her lips became more apparent as she sucked her way along his shaft, bobbing back-and-forth and laying her palms upon his thighs, gradually shifting them up to his hips as she worked. The rapturous sucks that swallowed his cock left him light-headed, his eyes screwing shut as he groaned, each breath becoming increasingly tight.

Then she pulled back, a string of saliva hanging between her bottom lip and his dick. It snapped when she smiled and with a titter Atsuko took his tip back between her lips but no more; swirling her tongue around the head even as pre-cum gleamed across it, her eyes crinkling with mirth as she teased him. He pursed his lips and settled his hand on the back of her head, pushing the white bridal veil into her hair as he encouraged her back down his shaft, her receptive mouth enveloping him once more.

''Hnf, keep going, hah...!''

A handjob and blowjob from the eternally-cute Atsuko? There was no way he could resist. Every suck threatened to make him nut and every gentle hum reduced him to a shuddering mess, the prospect of cumming in her mouth so damn inviting it was becoming hard to think, let alone resist. The gentle squelch of her spit being smeared in by her bottom lip, the hotness of her tongue as it curled around his cock, her gentle exhales as they washed over his girth – it was all too much.

And then with a gasp, Sensei came. He clutched onto the back of Atsuko's head with both hands and pulled him into her crotch, hunching over her as he busted down her virgin throat, his cum utterly pouring down it in thick, gallonous spurts, filling her belly with his lurid warmth. She gulped it down heartily, eyes gently shut despite his firm grip on her head, swallowing his semen with a gentle hum of delight.

Until his orgasm finished and Sensei stumbled back, his cock slipping out of her mouth. One final spurt, as if eager to join its brethren in her belly, spurted out from his tip and splattered across her lips and extended tongue, earning a surprised noise from Atsuko before she licked her lips clean and swallowed it all, her pretty pink lips pursing and spreading into a smile nary a second later.

''Hehe. Did you enjoy that, Sen-sei~?''

Again with the playful coo. He pursed his lips, breathing heavily as he tried in vain to centre himself, to find any sort of reason to stop here – but even in the absence of aphrodisiacs he couldn't deny his own wants. And Atsuko, kneeling before him with a flush to her cheeks and a naughty want in her eyes, was too damn irresistible.

Doubly so when she rose to her feet and, without losing that naughtiness, bent over. With one hand on the wall she pulled the back of her wedding dress up and up until it was bunched between her lithe fingers, presenting her smooth, creamy ass to him, only a pair of lilac panties present – denying him a view of her womanhood, though her panties clung so tightly he could make out her folds through the fabric. He couldn't resist such a sight and stepped closer, his breathing hard as he stroked himself off and rubbed his tip along her clothed slit, earning a gentle coo from Atsuko herself.

One that dipped into a moan when he pulled her panties down to her thighs, his bare tip then pushing against her slit. Her thighs closed and her panties dropped to her ankles, leaving naught to shield her from his cock as he rubbed his along her slit, teasing her delicate, virgin entrance – and then claimed her. The insertion was slow but Atsuko made the most delightful whine, her voice crescendoing into a sweet arc of bliss, her hand releasing her dress as it joined its sister on the wall; her head bowing forth.

''Fuck...'' Sensei let out a soft curse, holding her left hip with one hand and keeping her dress up with his other – enabling him to admire her attractive rear. ''Atsuko...''

Words failed him and so he didn't bother trying to speak more; a short, punctuating grunt joining his stiff thrust. His partner mewled adorably and pushed herself back onto his shaft, her clenching tightness enveloping him and driving him crazy – his hips rocking now in long, gradual motions, pumping himself between her petals and relishing how she held his shaft; the searing embrace so tight it left him bereft of thought. She was even tighter than Saori was. Not that he'd say that aloud.

''Mm, Sensei?''

''Yeah?'' He managed to grunt out between thrusts.

''Who feels better – me, or Sa-chan~?''

The daring question made his throat close up, but failed to stall his hips – his shaft still sliding between those sticky lips. Her loins smothered him, a fleshy tunnel that dripped with her own excitement, but his mind was more occupied by the query. Was it a trick question, or just a tease? Sincerity or mirth, which could it be? Even glancing at her visage, peering at him from over her shoulder, yielded little information. Just a light amusement mixed with pleasure.

''I... can't answer that.'' He soon demurred.

Atsuko pouted and pushed her butt back against him. Sensei responded with a sharp buck of his hips, succeeding in fucking a little moan out of Atsuko – and in a fit of lust he bucked his hips harder, faster. Foregoing a gentle tempo he drove his dick between her petals and made Atsuko moan and whimper, her lovely voice filling the alleyway as his cock scraped her insides and soon hilted up against her innermost parts – every hard thrust clapping her ass cheeks and jolting her towards the wall.

With a cutesy whine Atsuko arched her back further, her feet shifting further apart as well. The posture just encouraged Sensei to drive his dick into his student, every thrust rough and burying him up to the hilt – but despite his absent gentleness Atsuko loved it. Moans, soft and with a tapered high pitch, rung out as he banged her against the wall, her hands flush with the concrete and serving as the only reason he didn't shove her flush against the material, their flesh loudly slapping together with every impact.

His hands weren't idle either. They held her narrow hips or darted down to her thighs, copping a feel only to move up to her chest, pulling the front of it down just so he could grope at her breasts. No bra was present to cover them, letting him squish them to his leisure. Though not very big they had a softness to them that enticed his touch further, his index fingers finding her nipples easily and toying with them, working little moans out of his partner.

''Hng, you're so tight...'' Sensei breathed out, filling the air even as it became sparse in his own lungs. ''Can't... oh shit...''

''Nn, do it inside Sensei~'' Atsuko mewled out, peering over her shoulder.

''I can't return this dress if you make a mess of it~''

That sent him over the edge. With a strained, nigh-feral groan Sensei pounded Atsuko with sudden vigour, clapping her ass with his powerful thrusts and sheathing his entire girth within her – fucking a cries out of Atsuko that were stifled only by her palm, letting only her muffled moans ring out as he railed her good and raw-!

Until he peaked. Slamming in up to the hilt he released himself inside of Atsuko, a rush escaping him as he flooded her depths with his seed. Atsuko buckled, fingers clutching at the wall as a keening cry fled her lips, her tightening insides milking him for all of his seed. As if to spurt out even more seed Sensei bucked his hips, jamming himself into her smothering tightness and filling her up even more, the excess dripping out around his girth and forming a tiny puddle on the ground between her legs.

The pair of them stayed like that for a long few moments, tense and panting, until Sensei found the strength to pull out. Atsuko made an adorable whimper but he stumbled back all the same, putting his back to the wall on their right for support, only to soon slide down it and sit down, just catching his breath. For a long minute, they stayed like that.

That was until Atsuko turned to face him, and then the next thing he knew she was straddling him.

''Atsu-''

''Ssh~'' A finger, dainty and slim, touched his lips. ''I want to make Sensei feel good too~''

Lifting the front of her dress with one hand the lavender-haired vixen spread her pussy lips with two fingers, eased herself down – and a moan was forced out of him as she impaled herself onto his cock. Sensitive from two back-to-back orgasms Sensei was overwhelmed by the sensation of being back inside of her; her slick insides squeezing him ever so tightly. The moment most of his cock was inside Atsuko bounced back up, mewling in delight as he scraped her insides before gravity pulled her back down once more, his tip touching her innermost parts.

Then nary a moment later she was bouncing back up and falling onto his cock once more. The chilly night air contrasted sharply with the heat of her privates, the all-encompassing hotness of her pussy frying his mind – and by instinct his hands found her hips and yanked her down harder. Atsuko moaned at that, throwing her head back even as she slapped herself down and ground herself down onto his dick, stirring him around her clenching tightness for a few moments before going back to bouncing, the 'plap-plap' of their colliding flesh ringing out.

Yet he didn't care if someone was to overhear, much like how Atsuko had overheard him and Saori going at it. With hands on Atsuko's narrow hips and her blushing face before him he could do nothing but close the distance and kiss her – devouring Atsuko's happy moan, her arms winding their way around his neck as she slowed her bounces, allowing them to drag the kiss out. The moment it ended though she picked up speed once more, her pussy swallowing his cock greedily as she squeezed him for more of his seed.

''Hnf, dammit...'' Sensei groaned, pulling back from the kiss only to attack Atsuko's neck, marking her with numerous hickeys.

Hickeys Atsuko accepted with a mewl, her head lolling the other way just so he had more room to kiss. Sensei growled at that, grabbing her pert ass and helping her move – his own hips jolting up when they could, shoving his dick into her drooling honeypot. Perhaps it was because of his sensitivity but he felt his stamina waning fast, urging him to fuck her all the harder; his hands groping her ass roughly even as he nipped at her flesh, kissing and fucking her as she whined in his lap, accepting his brutish fucking gladly.

''S-Sensei~'' Atsuko mewled into his ear, her breath hot and her insides hotter-

When she added; ''Let's have lots of babies, mm~?''

That did it. Fiery need surged up his shaft, potent and virile – until with a strangled sort of gasp Sensei busted his nut inside of Atsuko for the second time that night, his molten warmth erupting within her. Atsuko jolted, whether from shock or pleasure he didn't know; only that she soon writhed with a stammering moan and held onto him, grinding herself down onto his dick until she reached her own orgasm, her insides happily milking him for every last spurt of love she could wring out of him.

Exhaling a ragged breath Sensei stole one final kiss from Atsuko before flopping back against the wall, not surprised when Atsuko flopped against his chest, tired but with a smile. Though his time with Saori lasted much longer thanks to the aphrodisiac, without it he didn't have the strength to carry on, and he doubted Atsuko did either.

''Mm, Sensei, you smell nice.'' Atsuko murmured, nuzzling his shoulder.

''...was this really alright...?'' Sensei mumbled, more to himself than to her.

But Atsuko just giggled. ''Mmhm, I'll tell Sa-chan all about it tomorrow~ We'll come back and visit tomorrow night, if that's okay~''

''Y-Yeah... sure.''

He wasn't sure whether to be excited, or nervous.

Probably both.

[END]

A/N: Fun fact; 'gallonous' is not a word, I made it up. Meaning 'having the quantity of gallons'~

Credit to Eusia for assisting me in crafting that~