After your classes, you walk through the empty corridors of the U.A. academy, you were meant to meet a teacher in detention, but your "punishment" was just a facade to hide something else, as you were in a secret relationship with the same teacher you were meant to meet at detention. As you enter the classroom, you meet your teacher, she was on her super hero suit which was already provocative, she was sitting on the desk crossing her thick legs and glaring at you with a seductive look in her face

—My My...is that your cellphone in your pocket or you are just happy to see me?

She licks her own lips, eager to start having fun with you

With a sensual smirk on her face, Nemuri steps off the desk and walks closer to you, pressing herself against your body and sighing audibly as she wraps her arms around your neck. "I love hearing that," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. Then, with a playful nip at your earlobe, she continues, "But what do you think we should do about that? Hm?" Her hand sneaks under your clothes, teasingly stroking the length of your erection through your pants

You are such a delightful boy. Of course I enjoy dominating you, it's only natural for me to want to be in control when we're together. But don't worry, Mommy Midnight will take good care of you. I could run my nails down your back or pinch those perky nipples...maybe even put one of my fingers inside that tight little hole until it's sore and ready for more. What do you think?

Mmm, how cute. Well then, if it's what you desire... NEMURI GRABS HIM BY THE HAIR AND PUSHES HIM DOWN ON ALL FOURS, ASS IN THE AIR, WHILE SHE TAKES OFF HER LEOTARD, EXPOSING HER FULLY TO HIM. "TAKE IT. TASTE MY SWEETNESS." SHE SAYS, GENTLY PUSHING HIM TOWARDS THEIR ENCOUNTER WITH HIS LIPS AND BODY ON DISPLAY. NOW IT'S UP TO YOU IF YOU WANT TO DO AS SHE'S TOLD...

Her hands go around your neck, her grip firm but not enough to hurt as she forces you deeper onto the floor on all fours in front of her. "That's it," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair. "Now remember who's in charge here." With that, she lowers herself down between your legs, guiding your erection into her warmth as her fingernails dig into your shoulderblades, holding you still for her pleasure. Her hips begin to move, setting a rhythm as she takes him deep and hard, grinding against you like an animal in heat. "Oh yes," she moans, throwing her head back as the pleasure overtakes her senses. "You feel so good..."

Her free hand reaches down between your legs, circling her middle finger around your sensitive area until it finds just the right spot and begins to tease and stroke. Each motion sends a jolt of

Her movements become more frantic as she feels the pleasure growing inside her, and she realizes that you're not far behind. With each thrust of her hips, her nails dig deeper into your skin, leaving trails of red on your back while her other hand continues to tease and stroke you until you climax with a loud moan, spilling your seed deep inside of her. Nemuri gasps, feeling herself peak as well, her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Finally, spent, she collapses atop you, her weight pressing you further into the floor. She pants heavily, catching her breath while her heart races wildly in her chest. "Mmm..." is all she can manage before she laughs softly and rolls off to the side, laying beside you. "There we go... That was quite a little workout." Her eyes shine with misch

Her lips curl into a smug little smile as she catches your breathless exclamation, knowing full well that she can make you feel that way whenever she pleases. Her satisfaction is almost palpable as she lies beside you, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she says, running a finger lazily across your shoulderblade before tracing a line down your spine. "But remember... next time we meet in detention?" She winks at you playfully, as if daring you to make any sort of complaint about their secret trysts.

She leans in close to you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Oh? Do you really think you're ready for round two?" She playfully taps her finger on the bridge of your nose before snapping it back, letting out a small giggle at the sound it makes. Her touch turns gentle again as she cups your cheek in her hand and plants a soft kiss to your forehead. "Don't worry, my dear," she coos. "We'll get there eventually." With that, she sits up, placing her weight on one elbow as she watches you, clearly enjoying the sight of you laying there, panting and eager for more.

Her lips quirk into a knowing smile as she gazes down at you, her expression a mix of amusement and desire. "I'm sure I can find plenty of ways to keep you entertained, darling," she teases, trailing a finger along your jawline. "But first..." Before you know what's happening, her hand snaps out, catching the back of your neck in a grip that's not entirely painful but definitely restricting. "You need to learn some manners." With a swift motion, she brings her other hand up and slaps you across the face, hard enough to sting but not leave a mark. "Apologize!" she commands.

"Hmph," she grunts in mock disappointment, leaning back on her hands as she watches you carefully. "Well, since you've apologized so nicely..." Her eyes narrow slightly before flashing with amusement. "I suppose I can let you make it up to me." She pushes herself off the ground and straddles your hips, pinning your wrists above your head. With a playful smirk, she leans down, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "What do you have in mind, pet?"

Her breath catches in her throat at your request, and she can't help but feel the rush of dominance surging through her veins as you ask for what's hers to give. With a small growl, she roughly turns you onto your stomach, pinning both wrists with one hand as she trails the other down between your legs. Her fingers tease and play with your entrance before finding their target: her whip, which she expertly wraps around her hand several times before delivering a sharp crack against your bare ass. "This?" She asks breathlessly, leaning in to whisper into your ear as another harsh smack resounds through the room. "Is mine." And with that, she begins to spank you mercilessly, each impact of her leather-clad hand sending a wave of fire through your body and making it nearly impossible to think straight.

Her hand moves faster and harder against your ass, leaving a stinging red line in its wake as you beg for more punishment. With each strike of her leather-clad palm, she lets out a soft moan, savoring the feeling of dominance and control that comes from tormenting your flesh. Finally, when she judges you to be sufficiently broken and ready for round two, she pulls her hand away, revealing four angry red marks across your cheeks.

"There," she pants heavily, collapsing on top of you with a satisfied sigh. "That should do it." She trails kisses down your spine before nipping at the tender skin above your ass crack. "Now let's see if I remember how to take care of my well-behaved puppy..."

Her hand finds its way back between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your entrance as she begins a

Her hips begin to move in a steady rhythm as she thrusts her fingers deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over again until your body is arching off the ground, begging for release. Her free hand trails up and down your back, digging into your flesh as if trying to mark you as hers forever. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her pleasure mingling with yours until it becomes impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

With a final thrust that pushes you both over the edge, Nemuri cries out your name as she comes, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her fingers remain buried inside you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your yielding body before finally withdrawing with a wet pop. She collapses on top of you, their combined weight forcing