Social Studies: Ms. Kiriko

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"This is Ms. Kiriko Kamori." Declared Principal Morrison, gesturing to the Japanese girl smiling prettily next to him at the head of the class. Introducing her for the first time. "Originally we brought her over here to teach a class on Japanese culture. But apparently, I've been informed that it would qualify under 'Social Studies'. So technically she's now the Social Studies teacher." He explained rather tiredly, as if 'why didn't we know this beforehand' had come up. "Ahem. Anyway. I would like you ALL to be respectful and courteous and I would like to remind you that she IS related to the Shimadas so you might want to remind yourselves of that before you give her a hard time and head to martial arts class."

The silence was palpable, but Ms. Kamori just waved in the adorable uniform that made her look more like a Japanese office lady than a teacher, but hey I guess it works out for everyone. She's showing off plenty of leg, wearing heels, short skirt and a suit jacket. "If you need anything Ms. Kamori please don't hesitate to ask me. Mr. Winston… in case of emergency just have Scott Snow do something about it."

"Oh come on!" I replied indignantly as the class chuckled. Ms. Kamori however focused on me, and recognizing me, she waved cheerily, and I sheepishly waved back.

"He's the general pack mule around here so, like I said, in case of emergency he'll generally know what to do."

"What does that tell you about this school." I replied almost indignantly as Principal Morrison smirked.

"Good luck Ms. Kamori." He said, walking out of the classroom as Ms. Kamori smiled, bowed, and grinned at us all.

"It is a pleasure to meet you! I look forward to informing you about anything and everything I can! We'll start with the basics." She grabbed a piece of chalk from the board and began. "Japan is an island country made up of nearly 7000 islands, 421 of which are inhabited. Five of these are defined as "mainland" islands: Hokkaidō, Honshū, Shikoku, Kyūshū, and Okinawa Island, though that last one is basically a collection of them. We'll get back to that."

And on and on she went, I can't say it wasn't interesting. Most of what she covered was pretty basic, some things we already knew from the Shimadas, basic cultural tidbits like they didn't shake hands they bowed. But then there were other things she described like Shinto practice and guardian spirits.

And naturally, before we knew it the bell was ringing and it was time for a new class. Everyone gathered their things and petered out as she smiled at them all, "Next class we're going to talk about the different types of Yokai, and what to do if one of them tries to eat you." She said casually as if that was a daily thing.

Then again Jeremy has a griffin. I imagine a yokai isn't completely out of the question.

"Oh and Scott hang back for a bit? I'd like to have a chat." I lingered a bit and sighed, approaching her desk as she smiled mischievously at me.

"So already need me to do something do you? That was fast." I replied, "Usually Mei needs to have something explode before I have to do anything." I replied as she seemed to take in that knowledge.

"Does that happen often?"

"Far more than you'd think honestly," I replied sadly. "So, anyway. What do you need?"

"Oh. Lots of things. Mind seeing me at lunch? I'll explain in detail." She said casually as I raised an eyebrow at her before I sighed.

"Is this a sex thing?"

"Noooo-" she began only to stop herself and say quickly. "Yes. Yes, it is. Is that weird?"

"In the sense that I'm a student and you're a teacher but then again I'm also banging most of the female faculty so I can't really justify most of it."

"Oh, so it's not a problem! Great. I have this ITCH I need to get scratched." She suddenly bit her bottom lip, pressing her waist to the corner of the desk and grinding her crotch temptingly against it as she looked me dead in the eyes and expected me to take her right there on the desk.

"I mean. Technically it's not a problem for me. But there might be some ethical questions down the line." I looked back at her for a minute and laughed nervously. "…Seriously? Right now? You just started you barely lasted the day."

"Yeah but I REALLY need it." she moaned as I rolled my eyes at that.

"…Did Olivia slip you something this morning when you left the house? Or are you really just like this?" I asked as she fidgeted, frowned, and seemed to think about it. "I mean really you just got here and you already jump right in? Where's the romance? Where's the wining and dining? I at least flirt a little first."

"…Olivia just told me that if asked you'd probably pound my ass until I couldn't walk properly back to class and you wouldn't really ask too many questions."

…She makes a fair and accurate statement. She's a very reasonable teacher. I was just going to have lunch today but I guess I could fit her into my schedule.

"Fine. I'll come and see you at lunch." I noted, "I got to go and get to my next class or Ms. Ana will break my legs." I walked past her, smacking her on that tight little mini-skirt rear as she cooed with a squeaky

"Oh!" and I walked out, heading off to my history class with Ms. Ana. Though I am a little surprised at how much of a nympho our new Japanese teacher is and how she didn't bat an eye when the guy who banged her a while ago ended up being a student in her class. That sounds like a cheap rom-com or maybe a highly sexualized thriller. Describing most of my life right there…

Classes came and went, homework was assigned and it soon came time for lunch. I was actually planning on eating my lunch but I suppose instead I'll head to see our new Social Studies teacher and help her with an itch she needs to scratch…

Lunchtime, I quickly at what I could before heading back to the social studies classroom, finding Ms. Kamori wriggling in her chair as I approached her she smiled at me, stood up, and walked right past me to the door of the classroom swinging it shut behind me and locking it, then practically skipping back to her desk and bending right over.

She grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up slowly over her smooth round ass cheeks. Because of course, she wasn't wearing any underwear what did I expect? She then rested her hands on her porcelain behind, pulling her cheeks apart and swaying them tantalizingly at me before I finally unzipped.

I walked over to her, grabbing her thin waist before pressing my obvious erection to her puckered rear and slipping my length into her familiar and already well-stretched ass. She came almost immediately, shuddering excitedly as she felt my hot throbbing rod slide immediately to the base of her bowels. She squeaked adorable, clawing at the desk as I pressed down on her back and rapidly jackhammered into her body. "Mmgh! MMgh!" she covered her own mouth as the echoing smacks of my hips against her ass reverberated around us.

Plunging in and out of her rectum her body trembled on the desk, orgasming again and again. As I anally penetrated her. Her body thrust back against me as I pushed her against the desk, shoving it further and further forward towards the wall as she bit her bottom lip and clawed the top of the wood. "NNgh! MMMN!" she shuddered, eyes rolling up into her head as she whapped her forehead on the table.

A steady drumbeat of her ass echoed around us as she clenched tightly around me, squeezing me surprisingly well for someone who clearly-

"Anaru daisuki!" she squeaked, in a standard hentai-ish squeal of pleasure as her mouth lolled from her mouth and she climaxed. "Haaaah." She sighed in intense relief, shuddering and shaking as her insides spasmed around my length. "Haaaah…"

Her legs wobbled like jello as arousal dribbled down her inner thighs, I leaned over her, pinning her down onto the desk by her shoulders before rapidly jackhammering into her ass, eager to get my own release off before lunch was over.

"Haa! Ah! Ha! Aah!" she gasped, eyes rolling up into her head, shuddering and shaking in orgasm once again her face the picture of hentai ahegao… which may or may not be racist. But I pushed deep inside her and fell on top of her, planting my hips against her and feeling my cock bulging against her inner walls as I filled her bowels with my cum. "Haaaah…" she twitched beneath me, wiggling slowly under my weight as I pushed back up and swatted her rear with a loud CLAP. "Oh."

I pulled out of her tight little butt as she wiggled it behind her like a dog in heat. Her rear bouncing slightly from side to side, she didn't have a booty like Satya but it was an admirable attempt. Suddenly she slid off the desk, dropping onto and sitting on her heels, tossing her hair back and turning around, kneeling before me in the seiza position before opening her mouth and throwing her head forward onto my cock. Sliding back and forth rapidly as I quickly hardened once again.

Sliding easily in and out of her throat as she gazed up at me, tongue swirling and spiraling around my shaft as she rapidly licked up and down my length, polishing my dick clean as she sucked her ass from my member.

I grabbed her head, taking control of her pace, pumping my hips rapidly against her, pulling her all the way down onto my cock as I sighed contentedly. "Mmgh. Mmnh. MMgh…" she moaned loudly as she savored my taste, her hands sliding between her legs and rubbing herself excitedly as I continued to use her mouth. Or maybe she was using my dick? it's hard to keep track honestly. She was sucking on it like she was using it as a pacifier.

She buried her face into my crotch, her nose inside my pants and inhaling my scent as her tongue slipped in and out of her lips lapping at my shaft and on my sack before pulling her face back to the tip of my cock and slurping loudly as I took a breath, sighed, and let it all out in her mouth. "MMnh!" her eyes widened unblinkingly to look up at me as her cheeks bulged with my cum. "GULP… GULP!" she pulled her lips away from my shaft as I slipped from her lips.

"Ah…" she sighed, opening her mouth adorably and wagging her tongue across her bottom lip before swirling it around her mouth and letting it snap back into her mouth before she stood up. "MMn." She wiggled in place, pushing her skirt back down over her ass. Brushing it neatly straight before slipping my limp and flaccid length back into my pants. "There we go."

I glanced at her and shook my head. "Feeling better?"

"Much!" she said cheerily, "Honestly I figured with the Shimada brothers here I'd be pretty set but it's good to know I have a backup when everything is super busy."

"Back up. Wow." I replied sarcastically, "Well. Glad I could help. But seriously don't listen to anything Olivia says or eat anything she gives you… Ms. O'Deorain too for that matter." I noted.

"So can I count on you for more emergencies?"

"I mean… probably? It's what I'm here for at this point." I replied casually, "…Wait are we-"

"We're talking about sex, yes." She replied cheerily, "I'll see you tomorrow at Lunch then. Or later after school." She patted my shoulder and turned me around to face the door to the classroom as I mumbled exasperatedly.

"I don't think you know what qualifies as an emergency around here." I said lazily as a loud BOOM echoed around the school, we both hesitated as I sighed, "That. THAT is an emergency. I need to head to the chemistry lab now. Enjoy your lunch."

"Already did Scott." She replied before licking her lips sensually.

End

Turns out that 'culture' qualifies under Social studies so Kiriko is the social studies teacher.