35. The Black Thunder [R-18]

I sat on the bed, waiting, when Sensei returned—a towel slung over her shoulder, carrying a tray with a big bottle, ice-filled glasses, and more.

"This one's mine. Here's yours."

She handed me a glass of fizzy soda with ice bobbing in it. A sip revealed ginger ale.

"Yours is booze, Sensei? Whiskey?"

The amber liquid in her glass bottle bore a black label with a rose—classic whiskey vibes. Was she a heavyweight?

"Not really strong stuff. I just like how fast it hits."

"Efficient choice."

"Purists might call it heresy."

We sat side by side on the bed, raising our glasses in a toast.

"I met it in high school. I was in the karate club—under Yamazaki-sensei, by the way."

"Oh… wait, huh?"

Yamazaki-sensei? Our Yamazaki-sensei?

"Although I'm your senpai now, about ten years back, I was a student at Nikka Academy—an OG, you could say. Don't spread it around, though. Nothing shady, just a hassle."

She shrugged.

"So that's why Yamazaki-sensei throws you off?"

"Hm? How'd you know that much?"

"Kind of had that vibe."

"Less 'throws me off,' more 'can't defy her.' She patched me up during club injuries too."

More school nurse than karate coach, then.

"I'm the karate club advisor now, by the way, with Yamazaki-sensei as co-advisor."

Yeah, that'd keep your head bowed.

"Back to the story. Sophomore year—I scored big at a tournament, got props from my senpai."

"Got it."

"And, well… uh, you know. I got her hand-me-down."

"Hand-me-down?"

Not a gi, surely. Maybe a belt?

"That's how I became a woman."

"…?"

Huh? Became a woman? With a hand-me-down? Wait—

"You mean… she gave it to you!?"

"Not that shocking. Pretty common in sports circles. My senpai got it from her senpai too."

"…R-Really?"

This world, man.

Treating guys like shared goods—too few men, so instead of stealing or cheating, they pass them around? Her senpai's senpai's guy—probably not a student, then. An older man, recycled… damn, what a world! Sign me up for that future!

Her story rolled on.

"I meant to pass it to a junior, but the chance slipped by. Kept it as a memento."

"?"

What now? Another weird turn.

"Wanna see? Might be intense for a guy."

"…Yeah, I do."

No clue what it was, but curiosity won. A photo of him, maybe?

She fished a fancy box from under the bed, pulling something out to show me. I'd seen that distinct color and shape recently.

"Oh. Black Thunder."

The legendary beast.

Its black silhouette differed slightly from the shop's—pre-model-change, maybe—but that presence, that menace, that hue? Pure Black Thunder lineage.

"You know it, Miyagi!?"

She gawked, stunned.

So this… was her first? Handed down from her senpai. But hygiene-wise, uh…?

"Uh, Sensei?"

"What?"

She plugged Black Thunder's cord into a nearby extension without looking at me.

"So, your senpai gave it to you?"

"Yeah. Karate left no time for jobs—couldn't afford luxe stuff like this on pocket money. Meant a lot."

Not what I meant.

She flipped the switch. A bzzz hummed through the room.

"Yep, still kicking. Took care of me since my first time—still solid."

A decade-plus of… group action? No wonder it's a legend—built to last.

But that's beside the point.

"Sensei, isn't… passing it around kinda unsanitary?"

"Not raw, obviously. My senpai and I always used condoms with it."

Oh, right—makes sense.

"Statute of limitations is up, so…"

She lowered her voice.

"This—and condoms—aren't cheap when you're using a bunch. Student cash is tight; I'd rather buy dirty mags than burn it on supplies."

"Uh-huh."

Where was this going?

"Back then, I'd sneak condoms from the nurse's cabinet—past Yamazaki-sensei's eyes."

Quite the rap sheet for prim-and-proper Sensei.

"She never caught you?"

"She tracked the stock, sure. Once, she staked out and nabbed the thief red-handed."

"You?"

"Nah, my senpai."

She waggled the buzzing Black Thunder side to side.

"She got three hours of hallway kneeling and a lecture—public shaming."

Sensei's face softened, mournful, but words failed me—for many reasons.

"Still, Sensei… losing your virginity to a toy—does that count?"

"What, only a man's embrace ends it?"

"That's my take."

Her face tightened.

"Every girl dreams of a man taking it, sure, but reality's harsher. Usually it's this—or a veggie."

Veggies too, huh? Next time I see a uniformed girl buying carrots, my mind's gonna wander.

"Hmm… still feels like it doesn't count. I'd say I took your real virginity."

Petty jealousy over Black Thunder made me push it.

Her stern look melted into teary eyes.