Stealing Spree

Picking the clubroom for the Girls Basketball Club, Ryouko-san brought me inside and immediately turned around the moment the door closed behind us.

“Ruki-kun,” She started, her face a mix of both concern and delight as she reached for my cheek, cupping my cheek gently.

My body reacted by wrapping my arms around her, pulling her into my embrace. Ryouko-san’s eyes, which were usually sharp and authoritative in front of the class, softened as she allowed herself to be enclosed within. There was even a hint of excitement as if she had been waiting for it for a long time.

“You’re not missing a beat, huh?” She giggled softly as she pressed her forehead against mine, surrendering in my embrace.

Her warm breath brushed against my lips as the scent of her perfume filled the space between us. The gymnasium was already quiet, leaving just the two of us in this clubroom.

Of course, Orimura-sensei or Sachi might still be out there but they’d probably be busy on something else. Otherwise, Orimura-sensei wouldn’t ask that girl to stay.

“Well, I missed my Ryouko-san,” I answered with a teasing smile as I tightened my hold just enough to feel her body relax against me. Her fingers traced lightly along my jaw, a touch that sent a familiar spark through me.

Ryouko-san pleasantly smiled as she planted her lips on mine before answering with a voice filled with affection, “I know. And I missed you too. I promised to make up for the punishment earlier. Tell me, Ruki-kun, what do you want to do?”

“Let’s see. Ryouko-san didn’t need to make up for it since I deserved to be punished for being late. But if there’s what I wanted to do… it was to pamper you. I missed my chance earlier, after all.”

I chased after her lips as I kissed her back with an added fierceness to it.

Ryouko-san’s lips curved into a rare playful smirk as she pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. “There you go again. It should be me pampering you, Ruki-kun. Should I be worried about what you’ve got planned?”

I chuckled, letting my hands settle comfortably at her waist, my thumbs pressing deeper against her side, stretching the fabric of her tracksuit. “You know I hate to worry you, Ryouko-san. I just want to make sure my favorite PE teacher feels appreciated. You’ve always been working hard for everyone. Even if they became terrified of you, it didn’t stop you from creating these fun activities. That should be appreciated more, right?”

Ryouko-san burst out in giggles before her hand slid down to my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Ruki-kun, didn’t we already talk about this before? You’ve become my assistant because of it. And in the end, you saw through me, why I ended up this way.”

“Oh? Did we? I seemed to forget about it. Because you see, I only remembered falling in love with my Ryouko-san,” I tilted my head, acting oblivious before grinning wildly.

“That glib tongue of yours needs to be tied down, Ruki-kun.” Ryouko-san blushed and lightly hit my shoulder.

In response, I pushed my head, capturing her lips again before saying, “I know what can tie my tongue, Ryouko-san.”

One of my hands traveled to the zipper of her tracksuit, pulling it down, revealing her inner shirt and her voluptuous chest hidden within. Then, I grabbed the hem of that shirt, lifting it just enough to expose the smooth curve of her toned midriff.

Ryouko-san gasped for breath as her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before a knowing glint sparked in them. Possibly remembering the last time I was this bold in this very clubroom.

Her fingers tightened on my shoulder, urging me closer as her lips parted in a soft, teasing exhale.

“Ruki-kun. Are you not worried that someone might walk in on us?”

I grinned, letting my fingers trace the edge of her exposed skin, gradually crawling upwards. “I trust my Ryouko-san to keep an eye on the door.”

She laughed again but then pointed at the corner where I sneakily sucked on her while the members of the club were inside. “At least, let’s move to that corner.”

I nodded and guided her there, pressing her back against the wall and away from the clear line of sight of the door.

Ryouko-san’s arms wrapped around me, Ryouko-san’s arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer until our breaths mingled in the small space between us.

The corner of the clubroom felt like our own little world, tucked away from prying eyes, the faint sound of the gymnasium’s air conditioning the only sound beyond our quiet exhales. Her tracksuit hung open, the fabric of her inner shirt clinging to her curves and I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger for a moment, appreciating the way her body seemed to invite me in without a word.

“Ruki-kun, you’re staring.”

I met her eyes and grinned unapologetically. “Can you blame me? You’re making it hard not to, Ryouko-san.”

Her lips twitched, fighting a smile, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers slid into my hair, tugging gently as she tilted her head, exposing the smooth line of her neck.

It was an invitation, subtle but undeniable, and I didn’t hesitate to lean in, pressing a soft kiss just below her jaw. Her skin was warm, faintly salty with the remnants of the day’s exertion, and the quiet hitch in her breath spurred me on.

Her hands tightened in my hair as I trailed my kisses lower, grazing the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder and her collarbone.

Ryouko-san shivered from the sensation as my hand continued to crawl beneath her shirt, my fingers gently caressing across the taut plane of her stomach as I moved upward, feeling the soft fabric of her sports bra barely holding her size.

My other hand continued rolling her shirt up, exposing her chest to me. And with a gentle tug, I slid her bra up, freeing her full, supple breasts to the cool air of the clubroom.

Ryouko-san’s breath caught as a soft moan escaped her lips when my fingers brushed against her sensitive skin, teasing the hardened peaks with deliberate care.

“Ruki-kun…” Her voice was a whisper, laced with a mix of desire and playful reproach, but her body arched into my touch, betraying her eagerness. Her hands slid down from my hair to grip my shoulders, anchoring herself as I lowered my head, my lips joining my fingers as I showered her chest with kissing before gently sucking at her exposed nipple.

The taste of her was intoxicating, warm, slightly sweet, and utterly Ryouko-san. I took my time, savoring every quiet gasp and every subtle shift of her body as she pressed herself closer. Her thighs brushed against mine in a silent plea for more.

My free hand found her waist again as my fingers dug into the curve of her hip, pulling her flush against me until there was no space left between us before sliding down to cup her supple behind..

“You’re always too good at this, Ruki-kun,” she murmured, her voice breathy, her eyes half-lidded as she looked down at me. “It’s unfair.”

“Unfair? I’m just showing my favorite PE teacher how much I appreciate her.” I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze as I answered affectionately. “Besides, you’re not exactly stopping me, Ryouko-san.”

Her lips parted, ready to retort, but I didn’t give her the chance. I captured her sensitive peak again as I sucked harder, making her swallow whatever clever comeback she’d been about to unleash. Her response was immediate. Ryouko-san clutched my hair and my shirt as if she wanted to tear them. Eventually though, one of her hands found its way to my crotch, feeling the growing bulge of my cock.

Ryouko-san’s fingers lingered over the straining fabric of my pants, her touch tracing my length, as if testing the waters before diving in. The heat of her palm seeped through, sending a jolt through me that made it hard to keep my focus.

I glanced up to meet her gaze and saw a playful challenge dancing in them, her lips curving into a smirk that was equal parts confident and coy.

“Looks like I’m not the only one enjoying this, Ruki-kun,” She teasingly whispered even with my mouth still stuffed with her. Her voice carried that familiar authority she wielded so effortlessly during PE Classes or every morning in front of the gate. But here, in this stolen moment, it was laced with something far more intimate, an undeniable showcase of her affection for me.

I let out a soft chuckle before resuming with what I was doing, sucking on her just enough to make her squirm and moan. Her face turned as red as an apple.

“You’re playing dirty now, Ryouko-san. I thought I was the one supposed to be pampering you.”

Despite the difficulty, Ryouko-san matched up with my naughtiness as her smirk widened. Her hand gave my cock gentle squeeze, enough to make me bite back a groan before sliding in, bypassing the waistband, touching me directly, “You are, Ruki-kun. But I never said I wouldn’t pamper you back. Besides, I also love seeing this face of yours as you squirm a little.”

This… When did she become this bold? Wait… This was my influence, wasn’t it? In any case, I didn’t plan on stopping her.

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