Teacher’s Celebration: Scene 2 POV

You know that night after we finally got out of the school event, the energy was just buzzing, and things got way more intense than I expected—it was a total Goukaku Iwai moment, but not the kind you’d brag about in class. I’m standing there in that flimsy lace, still feeling the thrill of sneaking around, and she just drops to her knees without a word, giving me this sly look. Her hands start slow, teasing me through the fabric, and then she’s all in, taking me deep while her eyes water a little, and I’m gripping the desk behind me because my legs are shaking. The heat built until I couldn’t hold back, and she took everything, then pulled away with this messy grin, and oh god, the way she let herself go after, it was just this raw, wet chaos that left us both breathless on the floor.