Book 3: Chapter 8 (1/2)

Monday came too quickly, and I was back in class with everyone else. The previous two nights, I had ended up sleeping with Netorare. Well, we slept in the same bed. No sooner had nighttime fell than I went to bed. With the lights out, I flopped into bed next to her. My hands reached out to touch her, but halfway to her body, her eyes snapped open.

“Don’t even think about it!” She growled.

“Eh? But, Netori…”

“I’m not sleeping with you! I’m not!” She huffed.

“Is that so?” I asked, grinning.

I reached over and touched her leg gently. She let out a cry, trying to move away, but instantly chains appeared, preventing her from resisting it. Just like Netori had said, Netorare was completely defenseless. She was stuck under the law and I had the full right to do whatever I wanted to her. She let out a cry, desperately fighting her chains, but she couldn’t stop it as my hand slowly went up her robes.

“Stop!” She cried out. “Don’t! E-even if you do it with me, you’ll never earn points! I hate you! You’re a pervert! Worse!”

My hand stopped suddenly, my lips only a few inches from her own. I smiled, removed my hand, and then flopped down on the bed right next to her. I closed my eyes and sighed. She blinked, staring up in confusion before finally turning to me.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She demanded suspiciously.

I opened one eye. “Eh? You said stop? What do you want now?”

“Y-y-you actually stopped?”

“What’s the point if I’m not going to earn any points?” I shrugged.

“The point?” Netorare’s eyes widened, and then her eyes narrowed. “Are you speaking of sleeping with a goddess like it’s a chore!”

“Huh?” I blinked. “I’m just saying if there is no point…”

“No point? No point! I’m the best fuck you’ll ever get! I’m a goddess. You should feel lucky for even being within an inch of my greatness!”

“Then, are you saying you want to fuck?” I asked incredulously.

“Of course not!” She sniffed angrily. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t want it.”

“Whatever…” I rolled away, “You just better not snore.”

“I’m a goddess! I don’t snore!” She cried out.

She remained in a huff for some time after that. I felt her eyes watching me deep into the night until she finally fell asleep. As it turns out, she snores really badly. A particularly loud snort in the middle of the night woke me up.

I grabbed her and tried to turn her over so she’d snore into her pillow at least, and then she suddenly grabbed me.

“Geehee… Hakaru… no touching…” A strange smile formed on her.

“I’m not touching!” I growled.

“Oo… naughty boy… well… maybe just a little. No… stop… You lowly mortal. Yes… you can be my slave. Gee hee…”

I realized her eyes were closed while she had that creepy grin, and all of her words weren’t being addressed to me at all. Her talking was worse than her snoring. I sighed, collapsing next to her and using my music headphones to block out her talking and snoring.

So, school returned quickly with my nights spent like that. Sitting in class, I watched Sasori who was wearing a long skirt that went down to her ankles. I supposed in school she should be Sensei or Mrs. Fukumi, but I was having a harder and harder time not just seeing her as a woman. Was she really not wearing any underwear? I kept glancing at her skirt wondering about that.  She gave nothing away in class. She was really good at keeping her face free of emotion while she was teaching.

After school, I planned to take her over her school desk. If there was one thing, I was good at, it was milking a girl for every point she was worth. If my teacher wanted to play sex games at school, then I would happily play with her until she was completely mine. It’d be better if I felt her emotions were genuine rather than escapism, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. The game must continue.

“Hey, Hakaru… how’s it hanging?” The bell had just rung for lunch and I looked up to see Derek smiling down at me with a harmless expression.

“What is it, Derek?” I responded flatly.

“I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch together.” He smirked.

I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t talking to me anymore? What happened to Halloween?”