No Consequences Hentai Logic Chapter 7

Ever since you started fucking Miss Takeda's ass once or twice a week... Well, things had changed a bit. A breath of fresh air, as for the first time, you noticed a change in something as a result of your actions. 

In fact, you were so happy, that you even went for something unusual and followed her to the faculty office, and then bent her over her desk. You knew nobody would interrupt, and that the only other teacher present, Miss Sakurako, was currently spying on the both of you from the closet with her hand in her panties.

Miss Takeda was smiling a lot more. It was an odd thing to notice, something you'd never really cared before, but the fact that she provided so much pleasure to you had actually lead to you caring a bit that she existed, and that she did her job. 

Her asshole was slick with her own vaginal fluid - she got wet almost on reflex when you approached her these days and she was a very messy woman - that you'd lubricated your cock with, and even as she protested that it wasn't the time, you continued pounding her ass hard and fast, the slapping sound of skin on skin almost managing to completely drown out the wet sound that her pussy made as you played with it, while two of your fingers went in and out of her mouth.

You licked your lips, enjoying yourself greatly as the woman held onto the desk for dear life, her entire body trembling, the desk shaking slightly with every one of your thrusts. You didn't allow her to get a word in edgewise, each time she wanted to form a coherent thought your fingers went back in, or you pounded her deeply, or otherwise prevented her from talking.

"You've been really happy lately Miss Takeda," you said with a grin, letting her tongue go, as you expected a response now. "Something good happen with your boyfriend?"

"Nnnn-no," she moaned, "I- er, I've- I've just been feeling great," she said, moaning as your cock hit that particular spot that she loved, her eyes rolling up a bit. "That's- that's the spot, please, more," she moaned.

How could you deny her? You grunted in effort and redoubled your assault, the hand that had been playing with her mouth moving to her breasts, you were easily able to unbutton her shirt one handed, it seemed like they came apart on their own, and move her bra up like it was almost fluid, freeing her sizable tits for you to play with, pinching and caressing and squeezing, rolling her rock hard nipple with a pair of fingers.

She came, again and again, not even pretending not to enjoy it anymore. She was beautiful, and caught in the throes of pleasure, even more so, and you couldn't help yourself, quickly feeling the impending end as your own pleasure mounted.

Your muscles burned and your cock throbbed, and you could feel your balls demanding release... and then...

"Inside... cum inside!" she begged. "Don't- don't spill it, my clothes'll get dirty!"

You grinned. The excuse came later, she absolutely didn't care about her clothes getting dirty - nobody would notice anyway. Your orgasm hit like a truck, and it seemed that giving her a cum enema triggered her own orgasm, as both of you let out matching moans of sheer, unadulterated pleasure.

"aah, I came... I came when you came in my ass... I came so much..." Miss Takeda muttered, as she collapsed all over her papers, spreading them and even throwing off a pen case, spilling its contents on the floor. True to your word, every single drop of cum you pumped right into her, flooding her insides completely and utterly.

And yet, when you pulled out, despite the prodigious loads that you'd become accustomed to, her ass closed up, tight as a bank vault, protecting a treasure its owner surely deemed more precious than any gem.

You panted for breath, for a moment thinking of wiping your cock when you decided that was a stupid idea, and instead walking around Miss Takeda's desk to stick your dick in her mouth, for her to clean instead. She cleaned the remnants of semen and vaginal fluid with gusto, and despite the slow and gentle blowjob, you didn't quite feel the need to get back to action just yet.

Even if Miss Sakurako, with her dark blue, almost black, hair and her slim form was looking like a tasty side dish... there were things that you were interested in beyond just sex. Shocker, something the you from a year ago would never have believed.

"So... how long have you been feeling happier for?"

She frowned and looked aside.

"Since I first fucked your ass, right?" you asked, idly. "You've been really happy and all smiles since I've been fucking you weekly."

She frowned, but ultimately, couldn't really lie, not when she was still half stupid from the thorough ass pounding and pipe cleaning you'd done. "Yes," she admitted, finally. "I've been feeling much better now that, now that I'm helping you..."

You smirked. "How about we call it mutual help? Clearly," you said, "your performance's increasing. You've been getting compliments and the other students all talk about how you've been super energetic and perky!"

Well, you imagined they did. You didn't really pay much attention to the mobs and most of what the girls talked about could be resumed to her looking like she got a new boyfriend or something.

Still... it did give you an idea of something to check, something that actually gave you a bit of an inkling that you might've been missing things, that you hadn't quite seen everything that was going on around you. You had been a fair bit too close to really understand what was going on.

"Can you tell me how Rina's grades have been?" you asked, idly. "This past year, compared with the years before it."

Miss Takeda frowned. "Rina... That would be Rina Harada right?" she asked, frowning. "Yes, I believe, this past year her performance in school has seen a marked improvement across the board," she said, bringing a hand up to her mouth in a classic thinking gesture, finger over her lips. "In fact, her performance has improved so much that I've heard talk about a potential career in swimming, though her university prospects also look great."

You nodded. It seemed your hypothesis was starting to come together and look more like a proper theory. "What about Hana Satoru?" you asked.

This time, it took a bit of searching of her files, but indeed, she too showed a marked, although less extreme, improvement in her grades and her performance at her after school club activities. In fact, Miss Takeda even pointed out that she had a glowing recommendation from the volleyball team's coach to seek a career in professional sports.

You'd have to check to  make sure, but you were quite certain that your stepmother was looking way better than you ever recalled her looking, and that was accounting for this world's impossibly high level of average attractiveness. In fact... you couldn't remember the last time you, or her, or really anyone you were with, was sick or too exhausted to go someplace and have fun.

And you were having sex daily... Despite that, your loads were always thick and big. 

Well then... you might have just discovered something that you could do. Something that could give you purpose. Clearly, you were this world's version of a cheat code super secretary. You know the kind, the hypercompetent butler or maid that the rich family has that is simultaneously a servant and yet the most important person.

You could be like that! Well... except you wouldn't be doing housework. Mostly you'd play a plumber and lay pipe in any cavity that it fit into.

Well... "Thank you for this career counseling," you said, cheekily. 

"Ah, yes- I, wait, that's what we were doing?" she asked, blinking in confusion. She had taken the time you were thinking to pull her panties back on, and you mused about how she still hadn't spilled a drop. Well, it'd be hard to tell now, until it soaked through.

You also spied miss Sakurako clearly standing awkwardly, trying to find a good time to get out of the closet, or possibly just waiting until both of you left, now that the sexytimes had passed.

You grinned. "I've found my calling in life," you said. "I will become a supporter," you said, "and take care of the women in my life."

She smiled. "That's a laudable goal," she said, "but it's not a career."

"I didn't say I'd do it for free," you said, cheekily. 

For the time being, though, you had found something to do with your time. And you were still a bit aroused after her cleanup blowjob. Lunch was almost over... you'd have time for maybe a quick blowjob if you caught Rina right now. Or you could bring your seats together and have her give you a handjob. You wondered if the teachers would believe the good old 'forgot my textbook' trick.

No other way to check than to check, you mused.

Minutes later, you found yourself seated alongside Rina, both of you close together, as the redhead furiously stroked your cock while your hand explored her wet cunt, under her panties.

You'd almost forgotten you had Japanese Literature, Miss Sakurako's subject, and you made absolutely sure that she could tell you were making Rina cum again and again, licking your lips at her every time she glanced your way.

You might very well have found your first client, time would tell. 

As you approached the limit of your endurance... "Rina, I'm going to cum," you said.

She looked at you, looked at the textbook, then looked at her hand, and back at your face, where you gave her a shameless grin. The students were focused on miss Sakurako as she read a passage, and you were seated at the back of the class. Now was the time.

Rina finally decided, after doubting herself. "I got it," she said, going down on you, unsubtly taking your cock into her mouth, the top half she gave a tongue bath to and the bottom half she stroked. Fortunately, nobody noticed the noise. She pulled back and licked the glans a bit, looking up at you as she did. "Good thing I skipped lunch," she muttered.

You wanted to laugh, you really did - you were quite sure she would not get fat from drinking your cum.

You looked at Miss Sakurako, right in the eye, and then lowered the textbook. She and she alone looked at you and Rina as you let yourself cum down her throat, your childhood friend swallowing the cum like water, with the practice that came from your frequent blowjobs.

You licked your lips at the teacher, who squirmed and rubbed her thighs together, right in front of everyone in the class, as her voice trembled while she read the last part of the passage.