Azumanga Daioh Fan Fiction ❯ Azumanga Daioh! Lemon Edition ❯ Payback 2 ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

Payback, Part 2

 

By Andrew J. Talon

  

Disclaimer: Azumanga Daioh is not mine, and I am not writing this story for profit of any kind.

 

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My name is Masajun Akira. I'm 16 years old.

 

My plan to get revenge on Miss Yukari technically worked. I drugged her and spanked her and no one caught me.

 

Just one slight detail…

 

"M-Miss Yukari!"

"Really Akira, -mmph- you shouldn't -suck suck- call me that while I'm -smack- not in class!"

It was insane. Absolutely, utterly insane. She was insane. Here I was, back against the wall of the boy's locker room, while my English teacher is crouched in front of me giving me a blowjob. A wet, hot, and utterly maddening blowjob.

I really should just tell her to leave me alone... Shove her away, damn the consequences...

Later though... Yeah, much later...

 

“Mmmmph!” I hold up my arm to my mouth, biting the fabric of my long-sleeved school uniform as I ejaculate into her warm mouth. I look down, a bit dazed, as she swallows my load with a pleased hum.

 

“Mmm… Tasty,” she smirked up at me before standing up. She kissed me and I found myself kissing back, our tongues wrestling lazily around eachother like two slugs, my arms already around her waist while her arms go around my neck.

 

The bell rings, and she pulls away with a sigh.

 

“Damnit… Oh well, see you at lunch, Akira-kun,” she whispers, kissing me one last time before heading out of the locker room with a scowl. I wait a few more minutes, the cheerful buzz from my afterglow soon vanishing. It's replacements are my old friends, resentment and depressions.

 

This has been going on for weeks now. As I make my way to class and take my seat, I try not to look at Yu-Miss Yukari. Every time I do nowadays, she shoots me this naughty smile that simultaneously makes me panic and hard.

 

Panic, because if someone sees it, they may start to wonder what's going on. Its bad enough Yu-Miss Yukari brags about “bagging” a “hot young stud” in the office when I go to the closet to wait for her. If anyone finds out… I'm so doomed.

 

I especially hate her naughty smile for the reason that it never fails to make my dick harden. In class, in the lunch room-My treacherous organ is willing to salute that dictatorial witch.

 

Oh God… I've got to stop listening to Isamu. Why he's always reading poetry when he hangs out with Kasuga is beyond me.

 

You don't think… Nah. Isamu and Osaka? That's just… Weird.

 

My musings are cut short by the lunch bell, and after a quick chat with my friends and wolfing down my meal in the lunch hall I head for the closet.

 

The moment I open the door, Yu-Miss Yukari yanks me in, shutting the door quickly before shoving her tongue down my throat.

 

“Hurry, damnit!” She groans as she breaks the kiss, yanking down her skirt and turning around, spreading her legs. I don't bother to check-I know she's soaking wet, a fact my penis happily confirms as I slide into her sex. I grit my teeth and pull back before thrusting forward, making Yu-Miss Yukari gasp.

 

"Harder," she moans, and I do my best to comply, slamming my hips against her round bottom. I reach up her body and slide my hands under her blouse, grabbing her bare breasts and squeezing them as I keep fucking her from behind.

She's been coming to school without underwear more often. I can tell what days they are when she wears a jacket to hide her hard nipples. She doesn't always do it so well, as the nosebleeds on a few guys can attest.

Not that I can complain too much, I reflect as I keep pounding away at her pussy, feeling it's juices splatter against my crotch every time I slam into it. Yukari really gets off in this position, especially when I'm squeezing her breasts.

"I'm so close... Harder, damnit! Harder, oooh!"

At least there's less chance of discovery in this closet than in the locker room...

 

“Ohhh, oohhhhh! FU-MMPH!” She screams through my hand that I managed to slap over her mouth just in time. Her pussy gushes fluids, which finally tips me over the edge and makes me empty myself deep inside her. She sighs, just leaning against the wall, as I pant on top of her. I feel the odd compulsion to kiss the back of her neck and I do so, breathing in the scent of her hair. I keep myself inside of her as I do so, enjoying how warm, slick and tight she is.

 

Finally, we pull apart. Yukari grabs some towels and soaks them in a small sink in the closet, with which she cleans herself. I follow suit.

 

“Remember, the train today,” she spoke. I nod dully as she slips out, fully dressed. I sigh and look up at the ceiling.

 

“This my punishment, God? To be some woman's sex toy? Guess that's what I get for my pride…”

 

Though I would like to just say that if it weren't for Death Note, I'd never have been inspired to catch her. So damn you Shonen Jump. Damn you to hell.

 

As I step out of the closet, a hear a shy, feminine cough from behind. I spin around, eyes wide, only to find a slim, black-haired girl before me.

 

“Um, Masajun-san?” She asks, tilting her head curiously.

 

Great, it's Chihiro, I think irritably. I cough and try to look nonchalant.

 

“Um, yes? Something wrong, Chihiro-san?” I asked quietly. She blushed, twiddling her thumbs.

 

“Um, well… I was wondering… If… If you weren't doing anything this weekend, um… We-We could go to the movies?”

 

I blink. She's… She's…?

 

“You're asking me on a… A date?” I ask. Chihiro nods, eyes still averted, cheeks flushed adorably.

 

“I… I guess… I mean, I just… I kind of… Like you,” she mumbles.

 

I close my eyes and sigh.

 

“Sorry Chihiro-san… But I can't. I have… Plans,” I finish lamely. She frowns, looking right into my eyes. I look back, unable to tear myself away form her sad gaze.

 

“Oh,” she mumbles.

 

“Sorry,” I add feebly. She nods and smiles again.

 

“It's okay… Maybe some other time?” She asks. I nod.

 

“Sure…”

 

She turns and walks off, and I sigh, looking up at the ceiling again.

 

“Thanks a lot God… Sick bastard…”

 

I have to turn down a cute, sweet girl like that… For Yu-Miss Yukari.

 

This fucking sucks! I should just stop this, damn the consequences!

 

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I'm weak, what can I say?

 

After school I head for the train, joining the Friday night traffic on their way home. At the station, I easily spot Miss Yukari standing for the same car as me. She stares straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to anything even as the train drives up. The doors open, and the people pile in.

 

Ring ring! Ring ring!

 

I pull out my cell phone and answer. “Hey mom… Where am I? Well…”

 

I scan the train. Where is she…?

 

"Don't worry mom, I'll be back for dinner tomorrow night," I say on the phone, covertly looking about the crowded train. I catch sight of a familiar smile, and move carefully towards my teacher.

"Yeah, just a sleepover... No, no, nothing like that. It's just for studying and fun," I add further, holding back a sigh. I hate lying to my mom, I really do...

But Miss Yukari's got a lot of free time. Free time she's decided she wants me to fill. Pun definitely intended.

She's up against the side of the car, facing a window. She's pretending to innocently read a book. I shake my head mentally at this-Anyone who knew Yukari well would see this wasn't what it appeared to be. Still, I suppose some aspects of fantasies must be kept to.

"No, it's okay," I reply to my mom's fretting, sliding a hand around my teacher's waist and pulling up her skirt. She continues to read, as though ignoring me. It's a little tricky moving my hand in front of her, but I manage to get under her skirt and put a hand on her bare thigh.

"Yakitori sounds good," I go on, rubbing two fingers against her crotch. Whenever we do this train fantasy thing she always puts on underwear. Very nice, very silky underwear, that does nothing to hide how hot she is between her legs. The moment I feel that, I get hard. My dick is such a traitor. Now I know why men don't like women in politics-It'd be so easy for them to take over...

"Mmm... Hm? Oh, nothing," I explain, covering the fact that Miss Yukari has just begun rubbing her round, firm bottom against the bulge in my pants. In retaliation I pull her panties down and slide a finger into her already dripping passage.

God, she's such a slut...

She loses her composure, leaning back against me. I tilt my head to trap my phone between my shoulder and my ear, while my other hand joins the battle, sliding my hand under her blouse and groping her bra-less breast.

"Ha," she breathes as I pinch her nipple, all the while continuing to finger her. I hum at my mom's latest rambling, trying hard to ignore what I'm doing.

"Sure, I'd like that... Okay, love you too..." I add a second finger to Miss Yukari's pussy and raise my thumb up enough to brush her clit with every insertion. Her breathing becomes harder as she rubs her ass against me with more vigor.

"Right... Bye Mom," I say, and finally my mother hangs up. I pull my hand away from Miss Yukari's breasts just long enough to stuff my phone into my pocket. She still whines about it, even though I go right back to groping her and haven't stopped fingering her once.

Such a brat...

She reached back and slides her hand into my pants, squeezing my dick. I groan and  turn her around, pushing her against the wall of the train car. The people in here are so tightly packed, and a radio is blaring somewhere, no one is going to see.

"Making me do this while I talk to my mom," I grumble, trying very hard not to look into her warm, sensual brown eyes. I try to concentrate on her eyebrows, that's much safer. Because if I look in her eyes, I tend to start kissing her. Same with her mouth.

Oh hell, I looked. She smirks.

"You know you love it," she whispers as she pulls me close, guiding my dick into her warm pussy. "Otherwise, you wouldn't keep doing it."

"Fuck," I mutter as once again I'm inside her. I hate it when she's right.

 

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After getting off the train (and on it. Yes, that was a pun, and I blame Isamu for it), we walked the relatively short distance to her home. Well, technically her parent's home, but they were always out during the weekends. While my situation sucks, having to explain it to the parents of the woman who has essentially made me her sex slave is definitely in my top ten nightmare scenarios.

 

Number one is screwing Miss Yukari on the stage in the school auditorium and the curtains going up on us. And everyone I know is there.

 

What am I going to do?

 

I keep thinking back to Chihiro, her confession. How I had to turn her down. How I'll probably have to turn her down again and again, so long as Miss Yukari wants me.

 

She pulls off her shoes when we get to her house, and I follow suit. She walks up the stairs to her room, yanking off her blouse and tossing it aside. She stops and pulls down her skirt and panties, sliding them down to the steps and allowing her to gracefully step out of them.

 

Yu-MISS YUKARI looks over her shoulder, hair falling over one of her eyes as she smiles that naughty smile of hers and winks.

 

My hands clench then relax. I take to the stairs as well, watching her walk up ahead of me, her tight ass swinging seductively with every step.

 

She stops at the top and turns around, hands on her hips as she smirks. Even after seeing it several times I have to trace her beautiful body with my eyes. For someone this lazy, she sure is fit. Perky breasts and round, firm bottom with a flat stomach.

 

“Come up here,” she orders as she sits, spreading her legs and reaching her right hand down to her pussy lips. She spreads these too, and I walk up, about ready to descend to my knees and put my mouth to her sex again…

 

I freeze. She grimaces.

 

“Hey! Come up here!” She repeats. I take a deep breath, and look up at her with narrowed eyes.

 

“No.”

 

Miss Yukari just blinks, and then glares.

 

“Yes! Come up here!”

 

“I'm tired of this,” I say flatly, angrily. “I'm tired of having to do this all the time with you! Just sex, sex, sex! I hate it just being that!”

 

“Just…?” She asked, blinking in confusion. I nod, feeling a bit confused myself. Shouldn't she be screaming about now?

 

Instead, she raises an eyebrow and crosses her hands over her chest.

 

“So… You'd rather date Chihiro than me, is that it?”

 

“I-What?!” I gasp, truly and utterly bewildered. “How-How did you-?”

 

“Oh come on, I knew she had a crush on you the moment I saw her around you,” Yukari replied with a dismissive raspberry. She smirked at me.

 

“Confessed her feelings, finally?”

 

I nodded a bit numbly. How did she…?

 

“But, here's the thing Akira-kun,” she stated, standing up and walking down the stairs slowly, purposefully, her boobs bouncing with each step. I backed up a bit to the landing, as she continued to approach.

 

“I like you,” she said as she reached the bottom step, reaching forward and hugging me. My eyes bug out.

 

“Wh-What?!”

 

“What's so weird about it? I like you,” she said warmly, one of her hands rubbing my back. Miss Yukari peered right into my eyes and smiled fondly, eyes softening. The hands that had been rubbing my back now slipped forward and into my pants, rubbing my penis gently. I stiffened and let out a breath.

 

“And if your attention's wandering, well… I'll just have to show you how much better I am than Chihiro-san,” she murmured, moving forward and kissing me. Unlike every one of our other kisses, this was gentle, almost chaste. Even as she slid her tongue into my mouth it was slow and deliberate, taking her time.

 

My hands slid up her body and reached her shoulders, pulling her closer, before I ran my fingers down her back. She lifted one leg up and put it over my hip, rubbing herself against me. As my fingers ran over the small of her back, she actually purred.

 

The rest of the night was hazy but bliss-filled. Miss Yukari was warm, gentle, almost loving. When I woke up the next morning in her bed, she was hugging me close, smiling in her sleep.

 

And I have to admit it… I was smiling too.

 

Okay, so our relationship is still mostly sex. I won't deny that. But everything she does with me is warmer somehow, gentler. She still loves to be fucked hard and told she's a little whore, but that's just who she is.

 

And I kind of like her too.

 

In a twisted sort of way.

 

… Still kind of wish I'd used the whoopee cushion… But not as much now.

 

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