Stealing Spree
Chapter 2639: Stop me if its too much (2) *

Before Hayashi-sensei could respond, I paused, my lips hovering just above the now-unhooked bra, the fabric loosening slightly to reveal more of her smooth, flushed skin. Her bountiful chest heaved with each breath, the tension in the room thick enough to choke on.

My hands returned to her lower back, steadying her, but I didn’t push further, giving her the space to decide what came next.

Her eyes, sharp and conflicted, locked onto mine, and I could see the gears turning. Part of her wanted to scold me into next week, part of her teetered on the edge of letting go.

“O-onoda-kun,” She said with a shaky voice, like she was trying to claw back control. “This… this is beyond inappropriate. You know that.”

Her words were firm, but her head nodded imperceptibly, giving me the go ahead to continue.

I tilted my head and smiled teasingly, “I know, sensei. I’m a shameless brat, remember? So, what’s it gonna be? Tell me to stop, and I’ll back off. Promise.”

Her lips parted, a retort ready, but it faltered. Her cheeks were a furnace as the flush spread further down her neck,

The unhooked bra hung loose as the edge of it slipped slightly. At this point, it was almost fully exposed to me now. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin and the tension in her body screamed both defiance and curiosity.

“You’re impossible. This can’t… we can’t…” But her hands didn’t move, still tangled in my hair, and her body leaned ever so slightly closer, like she was testing the waters herself.

I didn’t move, letting the moment hang, giving her every chance to set the boundary. My lips hovered near her chest, the faint scent of her lavender perfume mixing with the warmth of her skin, driving my senses wild.

But I kept my restraint, waiting for her signal.

“Your call, sensei,” I said softly, my voice steady despite the heat coursing through me. “I’m only as shameless as you let me be.”

Hayashi-sensei’s eyes narrowed, a spark of her usual authority flaring up. I thought she’d pull me away. Instead, she let out a shaky breath, her voice barely audible.

“Just… don’t make me regret this, Onoda-kun.”

And with that, I got her permission. Slowly, I let my lips graze the sensitive skin, my tongue flicking lightly against the stiff peak I’d teased earlier.

The fabric was no longer a barrier and the direct contact drew a sharp gasp from her, her body arching slightly into me. She tasted so sweet that I couldn’t stop myself from sucking it in right away like I was milking her.

Hayashi-sensei’s gasp turned into a stifled moan. Her nipple, now freed from the confines of her bra, hardened further under my tongue’s careful attention, and I could feel her pulse racing beneath my touch.

I kept my movements slow, savoring every subtle reaction. Her shallow breaths, the slight tremor in her thighs, the way her grip on my hair tightened when I flicked my tongue just right.

My hands stayed on her lower back, anchoring her, but I didn’t dare push further without her explicit say-so. This was her moment to lead, even if she was teetering on the edge of surrender.

“Onoda-kun…” Her voice was now a breathy whisper. “You’re… you’re going to get us both in trouble.”

I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, my lips brushing against her skin as I spoke, keeping my tone low and teasing. “You’re the School Director, sensei. We can keep this between us.”

I dived back, giving the other side the same attention. Her body trembled under my touch, a soft shudder running through her as my lips closed around her other nipple. My hand gently cupped her breast, kneading with just enough pressure to draw another stifled moan from Hayashi-sensei.

She pulled me even closer to her rather than pushing me away, a silent encouragement that spoke of her current desire.

Even at this moment, the office was quiet, save for her ragged breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner.

My tongue swirled, teasing the sensitive peak, while my fingers pinched the other. It was still damp from my earlier attention.

Every small reaction from her felt like a victory I hadn’t earned but was greedy to claim.

“Onoda-kun…” Her voice was a strained whisper, laced with a mix of surrender and defiance, like she was still trying to convince herself she was in control. “H-how long are you gonna keep this up?”

Her hips shifted slightly in the chair, pressing closer, and her hand slid from my hair to my shoulder, gripping it as if to anchor herself.

I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, my lips hovering near her skin, letting the warmth of my breath tease her further.

“Sensei, you’re still calling the shots. Say the word, and I’ll stop. But…” I let my thumb graze her nipple again, eliciting a soft gasp. “I don’t think you want me to.”

Her eyes, half-lidded and glassy with desire, locked onto mine. The flush on her cheeks had spread to her chest, and her lips parted as if to protest, but no words came.

Instead, she let out a shaky breath, her hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me closer in a wordless answer.

I took that as my cue, leaning in to kiss the soft skin just above her breast, trailing my lips slowly upward to her collarbon,e then to the curve of her neck.

Each kiss was testing her boundaries, giving her every chance to pull back. But Hayashi-sensei didn’t. Her head tilted slightly, giving me better access and a soft moan escaped her as my lips brushed the sensitive spot just below her ear.

My hands moved to her waist, pulling her gently closer until she was perched on the edge of her chair, her thighs locking me in. The unhooked bra had slipped further, leaving her blouse barely clinging to her shoulders, exposing the full curve of her breasts.

I couldn’t help but admire her at this angle. I actually never expected this situation to escalate to this point. Yet here we are. Just minutes after Kaoru-san departed.

“If anyone finds out…”

“They won’t,” I assured her, my lips brushing against her jaw as I spoke. “This is just for us, sensei. Just you and me.”

Her fingers dug into my shoulders. I thought she’d push me away to reassert her authority. But instead, she pulled me closer as her lips hovered dangerously close to mine. Her fragrant breath brushed against my face.

“Your call, sensei,” I said softly as I brought a hand to her face, cupping her cheek. “What do you want?”

A storm of conflict and desire swirled in her eyes. Then, with a quiet, almost defeated sigh, she closed the distance. Her lips reached mine and pressed down in a kiss that was shaky at first but quickly deepened, hungry and unrestrained.

Her lips were soft but demanding, like she was pouring all her pent-up frustration and longing into it. My other arm tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against me, and she responded by looping her arms around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair as the kiss grew more fervent.

Her blouse slipped further, and I could feel the warmth of her bare skin against my chest, the softness of her curves pressing into me. My fingers traced the line of her spine, careful not to push too far, but the way she arched into my touch told me she was as lost in the moment as I was.

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