46. The Angel Who Descended to Our Class Was a Little Devil (Fuyuhara POV 08)

"Miyagi, what'd you just say?"

Sexy… seduce? Huh?

I blinked, lost, asking again.

"You think talk of 'intercourse' gets me hard?"

"H-Hard…? W-What?"

"My dick—that's what hard, obviously."

"…"

Here we go. That deadpan filth again. I know he talks like this, but my ears burned anyway—couldn't dodge it.

"By the way, Sensei."

"What?"

"Your sugar-dating track record—any wins?"

Topic shift—rude one, too.

"…Don't wanna say."

"I'm curious. A beauty like you—tons of action, right?"

"…"

Beauty. He called me pretty. Oh—stop smirking, face! Flex those muscles!

"No need for the death glare."

Whose fault is that?

"Fine, you wanna know? Zero."

"Eh?"

"Panicked at twenty-four—apps, sites, cash, time—all in. Two years, zero guys."

"…No way."

Because I'm pretty? Heh, nice—my thighs twitched at the praise. But zero's true—damn it. Added it's "condition mismatches," but facts are facts.

"Oh, got it. Difference of interests?"

"The moment I say 'pregnancy', within seconds I'm blocked."

"That bad, huh?"

"Normal reaction. A kid's a burden, no upside for them."

"Is it?"

Yeah, it is. I had to wonder if he's was even from this world—He was so pure, so off.

"You're the scary one—way too chill. Even sat by me in Yamazaki's sex-ed talk."

"Yeah. Isn't the homeroom teacher's side normal?"

"Guys stick by male teachers."

Made me happy, though. Thought it was trust—never guessed he liked me. He's got no hang-ups with girls—shows in how he acts daily.

"No distrust or disgust with classmates—upbringing thing?"

"Dunno. Never thought about it. Not scared of women, though… just don't wanna vibe with everyone."

Saying he likes me. Angel—no, not an angel. A naughty kid tempting his teacher. I knew it, but my face melted anyway—smirk city.

"S-Stop teasing."

"I'm serious—that's why we're talking."

Smirk overload. Life's good when you grind, huh?

That bliss lasted seconds.

"So, Sensei, back to it—seduce me with sexy words."

"Y-You remembered?"

Not kidding—dead serious.

Sexy talk, though? Hmm. Those passive-girl smut novels—what'd they say? Best line from my stash…

"T-To me…"

"Yeah, to you."

Shit. Reading porn's easy—saying it? Guts needed. Screw it—woman up!

"…P-Pump me full—raw."

Nailed it! Take that, you little devil! This grown woman's line melted your heart, right?

"Sure. 'Pump me full—raw,' five points."

What?

Five?

Half!?

"Harsh!? T-That took guts!"

"Out of a hundred, by the way."

Five outta hundred!? Cocky pretty-boy—beauty gets you a pass, but still!

"Now I wanna know the perfect score."

Five for that—what's a hundred? Filthy as hell, probably.

"At least who's doing what to whose where—must-haves."

"Why am I getting lectured? Hey, flip that meat—it's burning."

Groaning, I poked the grill with untouched chopsticks. Feed him—maybe he'll drop this dumb game.

"Thanks… tasty! Retry time."

"For real?"

Deadass. Endless cringe lines followed—I adapted. Shame faded; stubbornness won. Threw out every word I had. Scores stayed brutal—fifteen topped it. Criteria? Mystery. Tough exams get parent flak—tests measure, not flunk. Wait—if I fail this, no action tonight? No baby shot!?

Mid-freakout, Miyagi got serious.

"Sensei, real talk now."

"Huh? What?"

"You've been begging me to knock you up in all those ways."

"You made me! With points!"

Demon.

"Point is, I can't fully go along with it."

"…Oh."

Disappointment plastered my face. He'd been open, sure, but never locked in for baby-making—just checked responsibility. I'd planned a slow grind anyway. No rush. Sniff.

My sulk hit hard—he jumped in.

"Hear me out. Can we set a pregnancy timeline?"

"Timeline? Terms?"

"I'd rather go raw—feels better, so I'm in—but…"

"Uh, yeah… you're way too blunt."

His straight shots should numb me—still jittery. Too damn hot.

"No condom means tonight could do it, right?"

"T-Tonight? Uh, yeah… possible, maybe."

Cycle's off peak, but not impossible.

"That'd mess me up."

Wants to dodge it—fair. Joking aside, he's worried about fallout. I'd never burden him—gotta drill that in, no matter how pathetic I sound.

"No, I'd never—"

"If you're out for birth, who handles my sex drive?"

Huh?

Huh?

Oh.

Oh. This horny little devil!