InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ This Thing Called Destiny. ❯ MIROKU/ALL GIRLS BOARDING SCHOOL: Schoolyard Lust. ( Chapter 12 )

Title: Schoolyard Lust.

Author: Sun

Rating: Adult

Genre: AU, Hentai

Word Count: 1050

Summary: Miroku just can't keep his hand to himself, his eyes on her face - or his cock in his pants, it seems…

Warnings: Explicit/underage sex, spanking, male domination, and salacious sexual relationships galore!

Mod Note: This NOT FOR VOTE. For shits and giggles ONLY.

 

 

The bell rang, and Miroku looked up from his “paperwork” to see all of his students standing and grabbing their bags, swinging them on their shoulders and filing out of the room. The silence from before was filled with obnoxious giggling and loud chattering. Soon, the only ones left in the classroom were Miroku and today's little vixen.

 

She was a cute, petite thing, sitting there at her desk, her slim legs crossed at the ankles. Her leg warmers had ridden down her smooth calves during the first ten minutes of class, revealing the creamy skin hidden underneath. As his eyes moved upwards along the curve of her body, they located the place where her green pleated miniskirt ended, just halfway down her firm thighs. Her white blouse was tantalizingly tight, showing off every tiny curve of her seductive body. As she peeked up at him from her work, her mahogany eyes hidden behind thick-framed glassed, she tucked a stray, wavy strand of midnight hair behind her adorable ear.

 

Oh, what I wouldn't give to suck that earlobe… he thought as he absentmindedly licked his lips and stood.

 

His violet eyes were trained only on her as he slowly crossed the room, and the minx looked up from her writing. The girl's lips were parted just slightly, and she pushed her glassed back up on the bridge of her nose. “Is everything all right, Houshi-sama?” she asked, her tone betraying her slight intimidation.

 

Miroku only smiled sincerely down at her; she visibly relaxed. “Sango, my dear, you have been staying over in my classroom for about a month now,” he commented, and she nodded. “Yes, sir. I know you don't have a last period, and I've got a study hall at this time. The other girls in that class talk very loudly, sir, and I find it impossible to study…”

 

At the moment, Miroku was doing some studying of his own, and Sango realized this when she looked up again to meet his eyes and found them zeroed in on her plump, luscious breasts, the two perky globes barely contained by her tight top. She flushed a delicious shade of pink.

 

Miroku leaned down, one hand settling on the desk in front of her, the other gripping the back of her chair. She shivered as he murmured in her ear, “Do you like it when I look at you so?”

 

Nearly breathless, she nodded, barely turning her head in his direction; she was sure that she would melt if her cheek met his lips.

 

He smirked and pulled away, standing tall at her side. Silently, he walked back across the room, passing his own desk and the chalkboard. Poking his head out into the hallway, he looked up and down the now-empty corridor. Satisfied that there would be no interruptions, he pulled the door shut and locked it.

 

A chill ran down Sango's spine as he turned, and their eyes met once again.

 

“Looking so scrumptious in that uniform of yours, Sango, my dear, is a grave sin,” Miroku murmured as he approached her slowly. She turned in her seat, her legs uncrossing and parting unknowingly. Her bosom heaved with every hard breath she took, and she watched him with wide, eager eyes. As he came closer, she reddened beneath his heavy stare. “It's time for Sensei to teach you your lesson, is it not, my dearest Sango-chan?”

 

Somehow, Sango turned a deeper red. “Y-yes, Houshi-sama,” she stammered nervously, her knees turning to jelly beneath the desk.

 

Miroku leaned forward suddenly, his hand gripping her wrist rather tightly, and she felt his breath on her ear as he whispered, “You must call me… Miroku-sensei.”

 

The girl barely nodded.

 

“Say it for me, Sango-chan.”

 

“M-Miroku-sensei.”

 

Her breathy voice made him instantly hard; he smirked, victorious. “Very good, my love,” he mumbled, pulling her to her feet and leading her across the room. When they made it to his desk, he spun her roughly around, causing her to face him; her eyes were wide and her cheeks were the most enticing shade of scarlet he had ever seen.

 

“Place your palms flat upon the desk.”

 

She hesitated. “B-but, Miroku-sensei-”

 

*SMACK*

 

She jumped at the loud noise his ruler made when it connected with the desktop. She stared, wide-eyed, at the long, thick piece of wood in his hands. He smirked maliciously at her, tapping it against the palm of his other hand. “Sango-chan, do you not want to expand your knowledge?” Miroku asked her in a low tone.

 

Her eyes never left the ruler as she murmured, “Y-yes, Miroku-sensei. I do.”

 

“Then you must do as I say, my dearest.”

 

Slowly, she nodded, turning away from him and placing both hands on the desk, palms flat.

 

“Bend just slightly at the waist. Like so…”

 

She felt his stiff cock brush up against her ass as he came up behind her. His hands found her hips with ease, and he bent her form to his whim.

 

“Spread your legs just like this…” he murmured against her neck then, using the ruler to nudge her legs about two inches apart. “There. Was that so hard, my Sango-chan?”

 

She shook her head no, releasing a sigh of relief - only to suck her breath right back in at the surprising sting her ass received right then as the wooden ruler collided with her backside. Startled by the lack of warning, Sango opened her mouth to say something when she heard the swift “swish!” and the loud “crack!” of the makeshift paddle meeting her barely covered flesh. Tears fell freely down her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip, and she heard Miroku come closer behind her. She felt his chest press against her back. “There, there,” he mumbled, reaching around her with empty hands to cup her firm breasts. “Would you like me to make it all better?”

 

She nodded just slightly. “Y-yes, Miroku-sensei,” she whispered as he hiked up her short skirt and slid slowly into her depths.

 

As he took his virgin Sango, causing her to cry out his name, Miroku barely heard his friend Inuyasha, the principal of the institution, call Kagome Higurashi's name over the loudspeaker.

 

Inuyasha has need of his pet as well, it would seem... he thought with a snicker.