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Anaxagoras is a kind, understanding man.
Patience flowed in his blood, he was always willing to listen. Which is strange how young Mana seemed to be struggling to continue reading, much less look into his visible eye. Through her long bangs, she kept her distance from her tutor as she spoke the words from the book in her hands. Even though she was quiet, Anaxagoras didn’t want to rush her. Everything takes its time.
Keys wriggling, the front door opens, Mana standing up to see who was there. Her footsteps were quiet as she sprinted there. “We’re home! It was such a long line…” Hyacine said, carrying a large bag of groceries in her hand. Mana carried another one she sat on the ground, taking it towards the kitchen.
“Where’s mom?” Mana asks her classmate, finally raising her voice after such a while. Anaxa followed, hearing his assistant out. “Hyacinthia, you shouldn’t drag all of these insi—”
“Hyacine, Mana~ come help me with the bags~” booming from the door was you, standing in front of the door, no bags in hand. Rather, you come inside in a long, loose shirt, stopping right at the middle of your thighs. Hair unkempt, as if you just woke up from bed. Before taking in your appearance, Anaxa figured to greet you.
“You must be Mana’s mothe– wha, [name]?!”
“Oh? Naxy, it's been forever! It’s so nice to see you again~ you must be teaching my daughter!”
Your familiar appearance took Anaxa off guard. He didn’t expect that his untidy, unkempt, unmotivated old high school classmate would become a mother. Especially since you look so young to be one. “You're… M-Mana’s mother?” he asked, pointing to you then at your daughter. You nod your head, proud to hear his shock.
“Yuuup~ I adopted her, but she’s my pride and joy!” Mana’s face flushed as she heard you praise her, the young girl’s face planted on her mother’s chest. Your annoyingly large chest, that presumably got bigger the last time Anaxa saw you. Not like he paid attention.
“M-Mom… you’re embarrassing me… ah, your clothes!”
Hyacine frets, her hands to her hips after resting them. “I told her that anyone could see her underwear…” she couldn’t help but worry for how you dressed. You pat her fluffy pink hair, as if it didn’t bother you.
“Ahh, don’t worry. I’ve been wearing these shorts, see?” Without a second thought, you lifted up your shirt, flashing your shorts towards Anaxa’s direction, having full view of such a sight. He doesn’t know what’s the matter; you’re only wearing black booty shorts. Black shorts that hug your thighs, looking insanely plump in the material. The curve from your stomach to your thighs was something to marvel at. And if you turned around at a 180° angle, he would see your ass peaking from the bottom and—
No, no, no. Anaxa isn’t checking you out. He is above such… foul desires. He coughs to the side, pretending he wasn’t affected. He then turns towards your daughter before she heads out the door, calling her name. “Mana,” he takes a deep breath, blinking twice. “I’ll be… ending our study session here. It’s 8 PM.”
Frowning, you didn’t seem to like the idea. “Ehh~ why don’t you and Hyacine stay here? She and Mana can have a little sleepover, and we can have a little reunion~” you insisted as you guide Mana out the door. “Don’t worry, umm… professor Anal~!” To mistake his name in that manner?! To break the first rule as he introduces himself?! “Have you forgotten?! It’s Anaxagoras! A-na-“ Ah, there he was, stating the very obvious. Unlike one of his students who would cower near him, you just laugh it away before he could finish.
In fact, seeing him so mad at your mistake was so funny! Your body shakes, “I'm sorry… you're just… you're still so cute when you're mad! Don't worry; I haven't forgotten about you, Anaxa. I'm sure you'll stay with us for the night, right?” you walk close to him, taking his hand to shake it. Even though it was hot outside, your hand was just the perfect temperature to cool him down. Incredibly soft too, like petting a puppy kind of soft.
… You were always a strange woman.
As what was decided, Hyacine was to stay in Mana’s room for the night. You were glad that the two of them were not only already good friends, but most of her clothes fit with hers! Anaxa, being the gentleman he says he is, chooses to sleep on the couch. Pouting at him with such pudgy cheeks, you still weren’t glad with his choice, though. “Really? My bed has tons of space, you know!” your arms were wide as he entered your room for a quick glimpse — clothes on the floor, empty bottles of water and alcohol… do not yell at her, do not yell at her.
“I’ll… pass.”
Mana offered her tutor a blanket before he made his space on the couch, apologizing for her mother’s behavior. “I'm sorry, mama means well and I love her, but… she always had her head in the clouds.”
In other news, water is wet. “You don’t have to worry, Mana.” Anaxa nods his head as he takes the blanket. “I can see that she's never truly changed. Always being late, sleeping in the middle of lessons…” he grumbles, unaware of the blush on his face.
Mana still couldn’t shake the feeling, though… “Okay. But do know… mama can sometimes… sleepwalk. If that happens, please let me know. ”Sleepwalking? How confusing. Nodding his head, Anaxa could only wish Mana good night.
Minutes pass. Presumably, an hour has too. And yet, the professor couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t a problem with the couch; it’s comfortable enough. Anaxa takes a deep breath, the silence now testing whatever patience he could have left. Only the soft ticking of the clock could try comforting him.
And then, a door opens. Footsteps. Maybe it’s Mana, or Hyacine?
The noise approaches him, checking shouldn’t be wrong. He was then met with… you? Was this what Mana meant by you sleepwalking? He sits upright, raising his hand to cover his left eye. He looks at you getting closer to where the couch was, half lidded [e/c] eyes looking down. “Ana… Anaxa…?” He ties his eyepatch to his face when you call his name out.
You merely smile at him, still in that loose shirt. Licking your lips, you pounce on him, your head against his chest. Your weight above his own felt… electrifying. But he was a responsible adult, he couldn’t allow this! “Wha — [name], get off!” Anaxa held his voice down, not wanting either of the girls knowing what was going on. He clicks his tongue before he talks to you, “I get it; you had a couple drinks. I'll take you back to your room and—”
You raise your head, confused by his words. “What? I'm not drunk. Not tired either.” you correct him, not adjusting yourself to sit on his lap. Any more moving, and he'll… “I told you, I wanted to have a little reunion!”
The blush still present on his face, Anaxa tries to play it off as you being friendly, crossing his arms after tying back his eyepatch. “Ahem… sure, I suppose.”
“Yaay~” you exclaim, running to the kitchen as he sharply turns, a shushing finger against his lips. “I’m glad you’re still the same as always. Stingy, prickly… but the good kind of stingy and prickly.” you tell him, pouring him a cup of water. “Sooo… got a girlfriend yet?” The mere question forces Anaxa to do a spittake. You pat his back after that, your hand soothing him. “Oh… I guess not, huh?” Sheepishly laughing, you sit next to him, elbow touching his arm. He took a glance your way, then back to the cup in his hand.
“I… ahem, have no need for a girlfriend at this time. I’m far too… busy.”
You grumble at his reply, leaning your head on his shoulder now. Far too close for comfort. “Don’t worry about it though! I mean, I’m right here aren’t I? You've got me, right?” Now you’re being really patronizing. Even those heaving beasts you call breasts were pressed on his arm. Anaxa shuts his eyes, pushing away any concerning thoughts.
Calm down, Anaxagoras. You are better than this. Tell her you aren’t interested. You are above such disgusting thoughts—
“Oh? You’re popping a boner on me, huh?”
The blood drains from his skin.
It’s over. It’s never been so over in his entire life.
Having lost this battle of his brain and his body, the teacher had no choice but to surrender. Surrender to his needs, surrender to his dignity…
Even as Anaxa doesn't answer, you smile at him, a swift comfort. “Hehe… don’t worry. I’ll gladly help out. What are friends for?”
Surrender… to you.
Your palm presses from his chest to the tip of his clothed erection, a chuckle as you feel the patch of pre-cum stain his pants, becoming damper as you touch it.. “You’re shaking, Naxy.” Was he? He didn’t know; he was preoccupied with his deranged thoughts. He holds your hand, you thinking he was going to stop you right there… and yet—
“You don’t understand, do you?”
“Hmm? Mmh-!?” Two shall play at this game. You’ve teased him for over a decade, so the right reason is to silence you with a kiss. A rather rough one at that, almost gnawing at your lower lip.
(Reasoning that was made in the spur of the moment, but will surely turn in his favor by the end.)
You seem to like it, a little moan leaving your lips after he lets go, Anaxa having forgotten that he turned you around, your back to the counter. “Naxy… the couch, or my bed?” Your bedroom means that Mana and Hyacine could have a chance of hearing your indecent noises. The walls have ears. But the couch… no other option. He takes you by your wrist, back now slammed on the soft cushions. With how you’re reacting, it seems that you fancy being manhandled.
“Let me…” without a second thought, you flash your big breasts his way, gravity at your whim as they bounce down at your upper body. At that moment, Anaxa tells the voice in his head one simple declaration — I am not any better than an elderly pervert. You watch how he takes a deep breath, head tilted to the side. A chuckle leaves your lips as you take his hand again, palm pressed on your right breast. He can’t deny, it feels really soft.
“You know what to do? Or was that handling your sudden superpower?” you tease him in that annoying yet sweet voice of yours. You knew exactly how to press his buttons, down to his biggest pet peeves – but it only made him more attracted to you. “Don't… don't test me. You always, always, enjoyed making me look like a fool. Was this…” he takes a sharp breath, his thumb rolling on your nipple, earning a gasp from you. “... some kind of mind game to you?” You merely stared at him as he felt your boob, shaking your head. “If I wanted to screw with you, I would’ve hunted you down where you live.” you whisper, stealing his next words as you kiss him again, tongue sloppily dragging on his lips.
Left hand lowering his slacks and briefs, you finally had a view of the cock you waited almost a decade to see; he was otherwise average, veins in the right places. Tugging and pulling to the side, Anaxa felt his patience waning. Goodness, the things you're doing to him… “Are you… going to do somethiii—” tongue pressed against the urethra, you got to work. Guessing from his reaction, he definitely isn’t used to getting a blowjob… really at all. You’ll have to give him the real experience!!
“Ana…” you hold back from saying his name as you take his length in — thick enough to gag on. The sight alone is so obscene, so filthy… but the professor doesn’t want to let go, not just yet. He just isn’t used to being the one pleasured, after all. “Is… it g-good?” even he struggled to get the words out, covering his jaw with his hand as he pants and huffs.
The living room was filled with the sounds of you sucking him off and his grunts. But before Anaxa can finally reach his climax, you move your head away. Your answer was denial, refusing to let him reach that peak. “W-Why would you-” he quickly covers his jaw, a chuckle from you like he said the funniest joke.
“You're so cute, Naxy. Maybe I should—”
“Miss [name]? Are you awake? How's the professor?” Hyacine!? Why is she awake should be the question! Anaxa was quick enough to have his palm on your wrist, unaware of the smile on your face. “I didn't see her in her room, so I thought…” the student goes on, you ignoring her as you climb above him once again, stripping off the shorts you wore — revealing a lack of underwear.
He's so glad the living room was pitch dark, dark enough that Hyacine couldn't see a thing. “Oh… I guess he's asleep.” She sighs, watching her turn back to your daughter’s room. Licking your lips, you get into work.
His length in your hand as you climb above him, you lower your hips, the tip of his cock pushing on your entrance. Holding back a sharp whimper, more of him slipping inside of you. “Hyacine~ can you get me water?” What the fuck?!
“Oh? Miss [name], did you call me?” Don't turn around. By god, don't turn around, Hyacine! All of his other students can be screwballs, but Anaxa had so much hope in her! “I didn't know where you were, soo…” she says, the volume of her footsteps inconsistent. Is she close, or is she far?
“You—” whatever argument Anaxa was about to throw your way was quickly shut up, his face stuffed between your breasts. He didn’t have to guess that this was something you were into. And since Hyacine was still several feet away…
After filling the cup of tap water, Hyacine does her best to approach him, the sole source of light being one open window. “Here you go. Hey, wasn't professor Anaxa here? I thought he took the couch.” she questions, your head shaking as your head was nesting above Anaxa’s.
“Ohh… Naxy went to the bathroom. I'm sure he’ll… mmh, oh… come back when I'm done. You should… go to bed now~” were you already close? He can feel your walls clenching around him, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you drink from that cup. And once Hyacine had finally taken the hint to leave, you yank Anaxa’s head over, lips entangling with his as the water splashes from you to him.
He disliked how you just pulled him to your whims whenever you pleased. It felt as if he and you were in school again, where he always caved and caved. And this very moment, nothing has changed.
And the thought of it… made his cock twitch intensely. Sharply grunting, he holds your hips tight (enough for blood to leak on your skin) and comes inside, his legs trembling as this warmth enveloped him, trapped him. And since the two of you hardly go in the same pace, your hips still shake around him, even seconds after his cum spills from his thighs.
“Haaah… Naxy, that felt so good… I still want more. Wanna go again until we faint?”
Good god. He can’t handle it. You’re far too unstoppable, far too assertive.
… Unless…