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Sukuna Ryomen takes pride at the fact that despite his questionable teaching methods, he remains to be one of the most lauded teachers in the academy. The higher-ups just cannot deny that his methodology works and they can't afford to lose it in the midst of complaints about him at parent-teacher conferences. Somehow, he managed to make Japanese History, one of the more lax subjects, harder than every student's majors. Tons of essays that need proper citation and classroom debates in a week's worth, maybe throw in a book report and one hundred-item quizzes somewhere within that timeframe on occasion — Sukuna ensured his curriculum is brutal. As a history fanatic, he has long established that there is strength in knowledge and while the entire subject tends to leave the students with trivial shit they won't even bother using and applying in their daily lives, the skills and brain power required in his classes ensure his students leave his class as capable individuals.
The Tokyo Metropolitan Academy for the Religious is currently housing both its faculty and its students inside its premises. Sukuna chose this academy to teach precisely for three reasons — one, the academy managed to survive and adapt in the ever-changing liberated society while keeping its rather conservative values; two, the academy is one of the top-rated schools in all of Japan. Who wouldn't want to work for such a prestigious school with humongous pay? And three, taking advantage of the school's generosity and housing himself inside means he practically has no reason to go back to his boring family back in Sendai and he gets to send his idiot of a half-brained half-brother to a school of this caliber with a hefty discount and simultaneously wedge his clingy and annoying ass off his back. Each faculty member gets issued a room for themselves entirely free of charge and loaded with amenities, and each student gets to board with a handful of their kinfolk for a fee. Sukuna's faculty discount together with his dimwitted brother's athletic scholarship means Yuji gets to study and live here for free, Sukuna's monthly paycheck gets reduced by a laughable 10%, and Sukuna can finally get himself some peace and quiet seeing how the teachers' dorms and students' dorms are worlds away from each other.
Sukuna has just finished wrapping up his class who left his classroom in pure dread and horror. After all, he just made them sit through a boring war documentary and made them write a review about it exactly an hour before dismissal. He gripped the sickly thin stack of handwritten reviews on his one hand and carried his laptop bag on the other the proceeded to head back to his room. Already feeling confident that the highest grade he can give to these papers would be a 3.5, he tossed them to his work desk and fixed himself a snack consisting of coffee and day-old cafeteria panini. He then tucked his work laptop beneath his bed and replaced it with his personal laptop, which he propped on his workstation. When he's done, he stripped to his boxers, grabbed the bottle of lube sitting on his drawer and logged in.
Sukuna is very comfortable at the fact that he's bisexual, and that he'd bend anyone over his desk if he liked them enough. One thing he liked about society these days is everyone being more open and lenient towards sexuality. However, since he is working for a conservative institution, he needs to have reservations or risk losing such a good job. Needless to say, he has always felt repressed within the premises. He can't remember the last time he fucked a good hole. The most he can get these days are hookups with strangers on the down low during the weekends— and those just aren't enough to satiate his thirst. On busier days like this, he finds himself resorting to his stash. Sukuna palms himself with his hand as he licks his lips and browses the website for any model he fancies beating his meat to for tonight. And yes, he's going to pleasure himself while checking the papers. He's already confident that most of the works will severely disappoint him so he needs this to counteract.
Sukuna does have a favorite student. This student of his is very straightforward and operates by the book while also being one of the smartest kids he has ever handled. This same student's face is staring back at him coyly from the thumbnail for his page while he's bent over a couch wearing nothing but a bright red pair of jockstraps, showing off his tiny hole for the world to see.
Sukuna froze on his seat. He gulped. Megumi Fushiguro just turned 18 a few days ago. He's a pretty boy with a lithe and limber body. His pale skin makes his onyx eyes pop out from beneath his long lashes. His thick dark hair, while being a mess, makes him more rugged and appealing. Unfortunately for him, he is dense and oblivious to the affections from the other students thanks to his good looks. Fortunately for Sukuna, he can undress the boy in front of him with his gaze when he's alone with him and the boy won't even notice.
Sukuna let out a deep breath he didn't know he had stored. Part of him wants to hit himself and wake up because there is no way his object of desire is right here in front of him in this sketchy website ready for consumption. Sukuna unconsciously traced the boy's pink hole from the thumbnail with the hover of his mouse as his dick started throbbing angrily inside his boxers. Before he can even think straight, he fumbled for his credit card dedicated just for his nightly activities and booked Megumi for a private session. Before he can even evaluate the risks this action brings to the table properly, Sukuna tabbed in his pledge and braced himself for a rather interesting view.
Megumi accepted his offer and routed him back to a private chatroom. A few moments later, Sukuna is staring at his student, still wearing his blue uniform, looking at the webcam sultrily within the comfort of his dorm room. Looks like Yuji got dragged off by one of his female friends to shopping again. Sukuna gulped a lump in his throat. The Jennifer Lawrence poster in the background is smiling at him, taunting him, accusing him of being a perverted freak.
Oh who was he kidding — he is a perverted freak. He jumped at the first chance of his beloved student being open and vulnerable to him on camera for a generous tip moral obligations and repercussions be damned.
"What can I do for you, sir?" Megumi chewed his lip. Sukuna felt his legs tremble at the sound of his sexy voice. He's pictured how his voice would sound when he's crying his name as he slides in him, and Sukuna can just cum at the idea of him actually hearing him do just that. He grabbed his earphones and quickly plugged it in. He fervently typed: call me daddy.
At that, Megumi's eyes widened just a bit, his face flushing a lovely shade of red. Sukuna's breath hitched when Megumi obliged, "D-daddy. What can I do for you?"
The more rational part of him says Megumi is pretty new to the webcam boy scene. Sukuna pulled his boxers down. He maybe a newbie, but the boy sure is a natural. Sukuna is impressed how Megumi internalized being an online slut. He never dated anyone (he checked his social media), and while he does get hit on, Megumi never even experienced first base (contrary to popular belief, he pays attention to gossip especially when it involves him). Sukuna wants to give Megumi his full, undivided attention — preferably, alone in the same bed where he sleeps while clamping a hand over his pretty mouth to muffle his cries, but he'll make do for now. He squeezed a handful of lube on his hand and began spreading it on his fully erect dick as he typed with one hand: strip
Megumi did so much to Sukuna's delight. Sukuna rubbed circles around his cock's head as he went with the flow. He stared as Megumi undid the zipper of his uniform top and tossed the garment on the floor. Sukuna tightened his grip on his cock and stroked slowly as he relished the sight of Megumi's creamy skin before him. Sukuna pictured himself leaving marks on his delicate neck. Hell — he can practically taste the sweat on Megumi's damp skin. He wondered how soft his lean warm muscles would feel under his touch, how his toned chest would accommodate his palms, and how his pink nipples would feel when it's rock hard between his fingers or his teeth. "Do you like what you see, daddy?"
Sukuna nodded as if Megumi can see him. Opening the chatbox again, Sukuna keyed in his next request: show me your hole
"M-my…" Megumi stuttered, "my hole...uh, okay…" The boy stood up from his seat and turned to his back. He peeled his briefs off him then spread his cheeks. Sukuna picked up a whimper from him, which made him grin. Megumi stared back at the webcam — or, rather, at the chatbox.
Sukuna upped his pace. Megumi's tight, pink hole is clenching and throbbing, practically begging Sukuna to enter him. Sukuna grunted and bit his lips. One downside of the dormitory is that the walls are pretty thin. His own precum started leaking, which prompted him to spread it all over his dick. Sukuna can just tell Megumi's hole can service him deservingly. He started thrusting from his seat, imagining that the fist he's pumping his dick in is megumi's hot and tight entrance. There's no way Megumi isn't a virgin. The only other man he saw with Megumi is his half-brother, who is pretty much the straightest thing on this campus. Megumi is not the type to experiment, either, that's why this ordeal is a welcome surprise for him. He would very much like to have the honor of being the first man inside this boy.
Sukuna typed: finger your hole open.
Megumi gasped, which made Sukuna shudder. The boy coated his index finger with saliva and hesitated. To further motivate the pretty boy, Sukuna tipped him more. Megumi gulped, then proceeded to start inserting his finger clumsily. "A-ah!" Megumi stifled a yelp. The tip of his finger is barely in, and he's already in pain. The lack of lubrication contributed to that, Sukuna is sure. As if he needed more proof that Megumi has never been fucked pretty.
With trembling hands, Megumi clamped his mouth. Sukuna felt bad for a moment there; Megumi can't fully indulge himself in the act or else his neighbors will hear him. He is pretty much in the same boat. Looks like him and Megumi need to make do.
After some time, Megumi has successfully buried his index finger inside. Sukuna admired the way his ass swallowed his finger and was not letting go. Megumi struggled to pull the finger out then thrust again. Sukuna writhed in his seat and matched his hand's pace to Megumi's rhythm. He can feel the coiling heat inside him starting to unravel. Grunting, he typed once more: faster
Megumi robotically obliged. He clenched his eyes shut as his finger started moving in and out of his hole at a faster pace. Sukuna followed through. He starts leaking more precum as he can see Megumi quivering from the angle. The squelching sounds from the lube, together with Megumi doing his best to muffle his little whimpers drives Sukuna insane. He risked letting out a low moan. Sukuna headed for the chatbox again. His insides are about to unravel completely and he can't take it any longer. Try curling your finger inside while thrusting.
Megumi obeyed the order. He slowed his pace down to adhere to Sukuna's request. It only took him a handful of time before Megumi seemingly found his spot and let out a whine. Megumi gasped and pulled his finger out. Sukuna closed his eyes and replayed megumi's whine inside his head, "Ah, Megumi~" he gasped. He focused his gaze on the slightly puckered hole, clenching for more attention. Sukuna would love to give the hole his love and attention when he gets his hands on megumi. He bet the hole tastes sweet. "Megumi...Megumi," Sukuna uttered as he felt his climax approaching. He clung to his shaft and pumped harder, frantically visualizing the heat and tightness of his fist to be the young student's insides. Megumi's toned down whimpers and moans from the background kept bouncing off inside his head. Sukuna imagined the boy is making such lewd noises because he buried his dick inside his tight hole and kept thrusting and thrusting.
Sukuna jumped out of his seat as he felt the coils inside him snap. He bit his lip as he started spewing his seed. His mind went blank as he kept on thrusting in his hand as his orgasm pumped out of him. Opening his eyes, he realized he sputtered his thick fluid on his laptop screen. It looks like he just came all over Megumi's ass. He typed his thanks and exited the website as he caught his breath.
He began checking the papers after wiping off some of his semen out of the works. As he read through the mundane thoughts of his students, he can't help but wonder: Why is Megumi Fushiguro, whose legal guardian until recently is Satoru Gojo — one of the school administrators — doing webcam work on the sides? Judging from the stuff he brings to his class, it seems like Gojo keeps the boy loaded so it can't be money issues. He just doesn't know enough about Megumi to at least deduce why he'd resort to such work.
Sukuna knows he should just drop it. Tonight was a happy little accident and he should not even entertain the idea of having Megumi Fushiguro all for himself. For one, he is one of his best students. Plus, he is backed by a very powerful man in this institution. The boy is a walking hazard and he should just move on and be thankful for the experience.
On the other hand, he remembered how his little pink hole clenched, almost like it's begging to be filled by him. He likes the sound of Megumi calling him daddy, of Megumi moaning and whimpering because of his cock plunged deep inside him, of Megumi losing it when Sukuna finds his spot and abuses it. Sukuna has always had his eyes set on the boy and now he has the leverage and means to get what he wants. Does he wanna risk it all just for a young student's attention?
Yes. Yes he wants to. Ethics and risks and hazards be damned. Sukuna always gets what he wants and Megumi is not going to be an exception.