Kento Nakajima, or known as Kenty by close friends, has been a teacher for a while in Japan’s most prestigious public christian school, St James Kisai High School. He had worked hard for quite a long time to achieve his english teaching certificate to be able to teach the students with his eloquent language, english.
And there, the wiring technician Fuma who has been working as the school wiring technician for 15 years since 17 years old , adjusting the school electricity. Gym has always been his gig during free time.
Today Kenty enter the class, hips swaying back and forth as well as his juicy cake jiggle a bit when he walk into the class. He worn his loose fabric jacket as well as the charming white shirt tucked underneath with Calvin Klein necktie he properly adjust on himself. “ Good morning, class” Kenty spoke in english as usual to train his students to develop tthe proper english pronounciation by speech.
“ today we are going to learn about adjectives, now Sou..” Kenty says and he quiz the kids. Before lessons can continue, the soft yet stern knock comes. “ excuse me…” a silly yet cheerful voice greeted.
“ yes? Anyone wanna see me?”
“ AH NO NO NO , NAKAJIMA-SENSEI, HAHAH im Kikuchi Fuma, the school wiring technician, coming here to fix the electrical box, heard the news that some glitch happens since thunder. Aaish, Thunders can shoot hard like humans lust huh?” He joked but FUCK, SLIGHT SEXUAL SHIT CAME FROM THE TECHNICIAN ALREADY AROUSED KENTY.
Kenty is trying to stay cool but failing a bit “Ha, well, we do get some pretty intense storms around here. Hopefully your wiring skills are as strong as your… jokes.”
Kenty again, his brain processing in heat, just being professional by laughing a bit and says “ Ah no issues, afterall, you are the school priority anyways” he says , trying hard not to smirk. Just by first time meet, Kenty is already eager to know more about that technician. There's just something about that man in typical engineering outfit with the constuction helmet. Strange but he knows thats the man’s job to fix the electric
Fuma, grinning and adjusting his helmet “Don’t worry, sensei. I fix more than just wires… if you catch my drift.” He leans just a little closer, eyes twinkling .
“ alright class let's continue our lessons” Kenty says after having lil long, small talk with that technician. Fuma effortlessly focuses on fixing the wiring box. And while he does so, he can't help but feel like Nakajima-sensei’s voice is such music to his ears. And that feels so illegal to him . He look at Kenty and spew some humorous sentence
Just as he teaches while the technician is continuing his job on fixing the box, Kenty can’t help but think “Thunder… lust… Damn, why does he have to say it like that? Keep it together, Nakajima. You’re a teacher, not a teenager with a crush.”
“ teacher! In English, another adjective for hot is hotter!” He says smirking and fix the electrical box right away.
“ Look, class technician Kikuchi is right! After hot it gets hotter, this would also apply to someone else in the class” Kenty said, already at urge to bite his lips. The class can't help but to just focus for sake of exams.
Just as the students diligently jot down their notes, Fuma finishes fixing the wiring box with a final twist.
He stands up, brushing off his hands, then turns to Nakajima-sensei with a teasing smile that could melt steel.
Fuma:
“If anything else blows a fuse, you know who to call, teacher.”
Kenty meets his gaze, a slow smirk curving on his lips.
Kenty:
“Noted. And I might just take you up on that.”
He pauses, voice dropping just a touch, like a secret shared between them.
“After all, some things are worth risking a short circuit.”
Fuma chuckles softly, tipping his helmet before stepping out, leaving the classroom charged with more than just electricity.
Now it's break time for the students after a long half day of study. Kenty walked out holding his reference books and teaching stationery . He places his stuff in the office, heading to the cafeteria . He went there, enjoying his meals until he heard some familiar gossip about the technician from some student.
“ Have you all seen technician Kikuchi’s body? It's so insane! He rarely take off his construction suit but when I walk past the corridor, he is only in his singlet and his body is really built like Hercules! So big, sculpted and toned as if he was born to hit the gym!”
“ Really, Ryusei? You gotta be joking!”
“ I am not joking! Really why would i? Oh my gosh”
The students' gossip has turned on Kenty’s attention, rather driving his desire to have some intimate time with this school technician.
Kenty threw half of his meals away and drink his water, walking to find the technician. Just as he enters the male bathroom, there he is, just zipped his pants and the technician saw him again. “ Ah! Nakajima-sensei! There you are. What brings you here to bump onto each other like this” Technician Kikuchi Fuma asked. Leaning his arms on the wall. Kenty just sweetly smiles in relief and he tries to touch the technician’s arms. So big, bulky and veiny. Fuma doesn’t even seem to flinch, rather he is amused the seemingly right kind of guy he wants to intertwined sexually finally tries to physically connect with him.
“ So you like that arms? This one **stretches his arms, driving Kenty crazy deep down** took about 3 weeks to make it complete. Combined with my diet and some 0.1% supplements i took. Hardwork makes results, just like how my intimation skills towards you, sensei” Fuma said, now he walks closer to Kenty now.
“ You… you truly are… “ Kenty tries to speak it but Fuma place his finger on his lips “ shush, without wasting any time, here’s my business card. Because i know within second i reach home you will call me” the technician says.
Then he stretch his body again. “ see you later, Kenty-sensei” AND FUCK ITS NOT NAKAJIMA-SENSEI, HE CALLED KENTY BY HIS NICKNAME . How is a man working as the school wiring technician be able to know him by nickname? Millions of question runs through kenty’s skullhead right now but one thing he know, he finally made his wet dream to connect with the St James Kisai Highschool wiring technician bonded with him now. Just another matter of fact that he need to text him soon and try get to know him better then come to his place after online talks.
It’s 6:00 p.m.
Kenty sank into his dining chair, loosened his tie, and placed his teaching bag aside. The room was quiet—too quiet for someone whose mind had been buzzing with forbidden thoughts since lunch break. He glanced at the small object beside him: a worn-out dildo, mocking him like an unfinished sentence.
But tonight, he wasn’t reaching for silicone.
His eyes shifted to the business card lying on the table.
**Technician Kikuchi Fuma** *"Need a fix? I do it all."* (Contact: [xxx-xxxx-xxxx])
Kenty exhaled, brushing a hand through his hair. “Come on, Kenty. This is what you’ve been craving, isn’t it?”
He reached for his phone and typed.
🕰️ **[Monday, 6:13 p.m.]**
**Kenty:** hey it’s Kenty-sensei here… the one you called. also… how did you know my nickname?
The reply came fast—too fast.
**Fuma:** OOOOO KENTY SENSEI!!! HIII!! 😁 how? ehh… let’s just say I asked your co-worker 😏
so tell me—why’re you texting me now?
Kenty chuckled under his breath and sent a sticker of a little guy nodding bashfully.
**Kenty:** ah, must’ve been Miss Yuna Taira… I guess I just wanna get to know you better. Like you said, right?
**Fuma:** sure, sensei. but just know… I’m *really* good at getting to know people. 😈
That single message sparked something between them. A shared wavelength. Same hunger, different flavors.
Kenty hesitated—then flipped his phone camera. He hit a record.
Tongue out. Shirt and pants off. Head tilted. Just a cute face with obvious big juicy bare ass Kenty shows himself.
**Send.**
Almost instantly, Fuma’s reply popped up. A dim-lit video of something... sizeable, barely restrained behind his grey sweatpants.
Fuma ( groin picture with caption): come on sensei, if you wanna see *mystery*— meet me at a love hotel already.
Kenty laughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. His cheeks were flushed, but he didn’t back out. Instead, he leaned forward, fingers hovering over the keyboard with something bold in his chest.
Kenty:sure. send location. we should meet. now.
As promised, Fuma sent the location.
( skip plot)
Kenty enters the love hotel room, assisted by Fuma. The love hotel looking dimly yet is aestheticized by the advanced LED lights. Kenty who is already impatient he is, hold himself together for a moment before he burst out.
“ So, the St James Kisai wiring technician, Kikuchi Fuma, what surprise you want to serve to me for tonight?” He asked in flirtatious yet calm way. However, the same goofy and friendly school longtime technician says nothing. He goes down unzip his pants, along with unbuttoning his ripped jeans, and pull down his tight spandex boxer along.
And there it is, the very large, jiggly and veiny monstrous life-size cock he had been keeping all along inside disguising as mystery for Kenty-sensei. His face is deadpan, as if he is gaining the assertive energy slowly.
The technician, no longer technician now. Rather, the true side of Kikuchi Fuma. He stared right into Kenty’s soul, making solid eye contact. “ Bare or creamed up?” Giving choices to Kenty before he serve the anatomy gourmet to Kenty .
“ Cream up won’t be as good as the original” Kenty exclaimed. He knelt down, both pretty masculine yet delicate hands grabbed the member with precisionly tight. And he opens the thin lips of his , without hesitation thrust his own mouth into the long veiny member , as almost touching the bare groin. Fuma grunts as he feels the teacher’s mouth now eating up his cock. Kenty meanwhile is in battle with his libido as he massively slurps the cock, bobbing his head up and down. The mouth meanwhile is as if adjusting aggressively to swallow the massive foreign object of orgasm.
Fuma pants , his adrenaline slides up to down like a monorail.” SHOW ME WHAT YOU ARE, NAKAJIMA KENTO” he muttered loud enough kenty could hear from below. While Kenty being obedient german shepherd he is
Fuma competes with his own bodily fluid, trying not to cum inside of Kenty’s mouth. He wants to see Kenty suffer, the lessons that hit much harder than Kenty teaching the students IGCSE level english. Kenty became a dog, biting the cock while wincing muffled and Fuma grunts more “ AH FUCK” and as return, he grabbed Kenty by hair and push the teacher’s head right against his lower mildly hairy toned abs . While the cock? Reaching Kenty’s throat. Kenty gag as he felt like some insides are strangling him from the organ. Kenty immediately resists and grabs again , the sticky drool comes out of his side lips, his tongue now revealed outside of his mouth. He looked at the now wet cock, grabbing it again and licking the fingertip of it and began to nibble on it without having to put his teeth against the member skin. He nibbles whilst slowly and slowly pushes his mouth again inside of the member.
“ You really are such a slut is it, Nakajima-sensei,” Fuma smirks. His voice hoarse yet sounds exhausted but he is not in fact exhausted. He is enjoying seeing how very desperate the diligent English teacher looks right now. Kenty releases his hands once his mouth has occupied the man’s member. Bobbing his head up and down like a hyper dog who is having a sensory fulfilment at the moment. “ Mhm hm MRRHHGGMM” Kenty growled and right now he looks very mindless as if he is enjoying the most stimulating activity he has ever had in his life. He carelessly slurped inch by inch swallowing his man’s cock sized. Fuma chuckles at this point while moaning on the other side.
Kenty endlessly shovels and shove whilst squeezing the cock pipe. With the mighty strength his jaw has, Fuma finally squirted. The lotion-like fluid burst through his throat and sideways that made Kenty’s cheeks got little mess. Fuma has finally cum all over Kenty’s mouth and jaw. Kenty took his mouth off the man’s cock. Sealed his mouth shut and swallowed the semen Fuma squirted into his mouth. Now Fuma wanted something more to make Kenty suffer.
“ Bend your body down,” Fuma commanded. The usual goofball school wiring technician right now is far cry from the Fuma who is now assertively dominating Kenty.
Kenty reluctantly does as the man said. His body surrenders completely to Fuma’s command. Just as the back and knees finally folded down as he bent, there it was, the fleshy, pale, cracked looking and delicate asshole of his revealing after Kenty voluntarily took off his chinos pant. Fuma smirks real hard and licks his own teeth as if he is feeling that libido tension pressuring his nervous system like a rice cooker.
“ such a pretty masterpiece i see….” He says in a deep calm voice as assertive as possible whilst caressing the perfectly sculpted ass. Fuma then grabbed his own cock, stretching it up and down with both hands gripping against it like washing a cucumber. He adjusts the function of his own member making sure it functions like a pipe host.
“ L-lube… Lube….” Kenty says in pitchy tone. Fuma chuckles seeing the first time a teacher is scared because to his old school logic, teachers supposedly be brave and assertive to student. Fuma held his chin “ aw what a cute Nakajima-sensei. All confidence and strictness when teaching student , but look at him now being all scared puppy to a technician who only knows to fix the school wires for 17 years. What if students knows this side of Nakajima-sensei” Fuma said.
“ N-no no! N-n-no! I don't want them to know-” Kenty says in fear now
“ shhh shh shh shhhhh” Fuma placed his finger on his lips “ relax… let me take over shall we?” He asked.
Kenty braced himself. Fuma take about one and two little squeeze of lube bottle, spreading it all over his cock, not too wet nor too dry but one thing for sure he won’t go easy on this twink teacher. He finally spread his palm, grabbed Kenty’s both curvy hip and with a good eye focus point of his cock , he automatically plunged his fat dick into the man’s hole. Kenty gasps so hard . Never in his experience in teaching IGCSE english, he would feel such a good shoveling gets into his fat ass.
Kenty’s eyes rolled up to his brain, his tongue spread out of his lips, wet enough for him to drool. His breath hitches as he felt the tension and Fuma from the back enjoy the moment seeing Kenty's great suffering right in front of him. With steady and motion speed, Fuma thrust his cock up and down like in and out loop which he himself think is normal speed but to Kenty, its too much but too good to be told no.
Kenty trembles hard between anxiousness of the tension touch and excitement. The hitching moan in the most effeminate way goes out from the teacher’s mouth. Sounded as if he is a horrified victim in need of help .
As it kept going, Fuma sped up the motion speed . Up down, up down and up down and all over again as if he is using a scrub daddy sponge to wash the inner and outer of his cock up and down. Kenty on other hand gripped the heavy ceramic table in front of him. Heavy enough not to move when he is being ride on by a man, 3 cm taller than him yet have a physical of a bodybuilder.
“ ah ah ah ah AH , faster faster faster, Kikuchi-san-”
Fuma gripped the teacher’s hips harder and grunted “ it's Fuma you whore” he said mercilessly and changed angle to left and right instead. Kenty is at verge or screaming
But rather he hysterically moans as the tension gets accelerated to the max. “ Owa owa owa AAAAAAhhhkk” he said voice as pitchy yet hoarse feeling those sadistic euphoria.
He bent his head down while his ass pretty much jiggled, ironically with a wet slapping sound made from Fuma bounce to the point he could feel his rectal was getting fiddled by the man’s massive cock.
One side of Kenty crying on when its over and other side of him, stronger opponent thinks he doesn’t want this to stop. He needs Fuma to keep on destroying him.
“ Ah FUCK, KILL ME PLEASE, FUMA-KUN-” he begged, more pleading than when dealing with the school principal.
Fuma didn’t stop there nor listen, he went slow, almost stopping. But, moves fast up, down, slowly and violently. Fuma felt the strong urge that the semen had produced. He isn’t in desperation to cum but let it squirt. And that's where he keeps on increasing the speed of his thrust because why need a lube when his semen is free? He could make Kenty’s anal bleed if he could.
He thrust his cock in some intersection way and Kenty winces and moans deeply, his breath becomes hot as toast and he just feels the plain and pleasure from this enigma of the man. The ride feels truly extreme in a very good way as each second the dick keeps on up and down and in and out leaving pain that will make him explode anytime soon. The cock is too monstrous to even describe without looking at it physically. And with the summarized ending, Fuma took out his cock. “ Pop” kind of wet sound made as he finally finished giving Kenty the first taste of medicine he will never forget .
Fuma gets up, take the bottle of lubricant, squirt it out on his palm and rubs it like sanitizer, cracking his thickly veined hard fingers one by one, push kenty down the bed and made him lift his legs. The anal exposed open like a rabbit hole. And Fuma whispered “ and that’s where real lubricant usage starts” and he dip his thumb right into Kenty’s ass.
Kenty's face was sent to shockwave. The presence of this Daimyou man’s finger has sent millions of adrenaline to short circuit him. He tried to get himself together but his goodnessly slutty side has give in. Giving himself a hitchy moan. The moan of relief and the moan of stimulation “ Aaaahhh AAAHH aaahhh~~~~” and little did kenty know, Fuma was just testing the water.
He grabbed both of Kenty’s ass whos unpeacefully lying on bed, spread Kenty’s asscheeks apart and clamp up open his anal. Revealing a holy pale and crack looking hole like a nutty putty cave entrance. He then inserts his thumb and starts to drift the shoved finger left and right leaving Kenty screaming from the amount of greatness the school wiring technician has served. “ YOU FIX SCHOOL ELECTRIC WIRING BOX AND NOW YOU’RE ELECTRIFYING ME? FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK” Kenty says as he screams from the joyride he’s experiencing.
Fuma says nothing, his finger continues to explore each inch of Kenty’s anal depth. He initially began to also bend his finger as he added more minimal sensation hoping it won’t hurt Kenty but it did anyways ( lol).
“ Ah ah ah Ahhh wanna cummie” Kenty says in the cringiest way behind his moan. He felt like he might squirt Fuma back in return but he brace himself anyways.
Fuma on other hand keeps Kenty’s ass and hips restrained and without warning he begins to bounce his big thick finger up and down into the teacher’s anal. “ This method is better than just following the conventional” Fuma says in a reserved voice and still has the audacity to make the fulfilling amused face as if he truly enjoys torturing Kenty this way.
His finger then went to the left, thrusting it up and down and making some rough circulation around it. Kenty gagged his own mouth all together whilst gripping the bed sheets tight. Then to the right, he thrust up and down inside the anal. Fuma’s finger tries to go deeper till he believes he has touched Kenty’s prostate. He lifted up his muscular arms and grabbed Kenty by legs and asscheeks, making Kenty fold in half. Kenty was intimidated, he felt like the air around the room is getting hotter and he is definitely screwed to be railed. Fuma twirls the already buried finger into Kenty’s anal and he sped up the force of his finger, making it digging down against the asscheeks.
Kenty felt like he was going crazy now. He screams and wails from the momentum he felt on his anal. And maybe the prostate itself from his body will splurge out because of how surprisingly well skilled Fuma is. Fuma kept on aggressively shoveling back and forth and bouncing up and down till his anal produced some wet plopping sounds. He turn Kenty’s body to the right, and move his buried finger into Kenty’s anal back and forth and up and down as usual.
“ OOOAAAHH, Hit it again, Technician-san”
Kenty at this point felt like he was at the brink of losing his whole sanity. Everything is just too good to experience and the air in the room is getting hotter. Just as Fuma is at the climax, he presses the finger harder, his finger presence has gone halfway right into Kenty’s ass and Kenty moans with all his lungs and eyes turned backwards from the pressure insertment. Then Fuma in bullet train speed took off his finger. Stare at it for a moment, then start licking from fingertip to the palm level of his finger. The musky, gooey and soury with dull taste of the anal substance.
“ I’m not gonna say it tastes disgusting, rather it tastes like your musty body?” Fuma trying not to be mean says what’s in his mind anyways.
“ Idiot” Kenty mumbled, he is already so tired but he knows this isn’t over yet.
Fuma lick his finger again after fingering Kenty’s anal. And then after he was done in a few seconds he grabbed Kenty again. He’s becoming an animal now as he aggressively spreads Kenty’s legs wide apart like forcing a clam to open its shell for a pearl. He placed his face near Kenty’s anal.
He didn’t even sniff like a wolf. Rather he open his mouth, sticking out his tongue and place it against the anal surface. Kenty winces and he felt that gooey yet cold sensation of the tongue and his mind was like “ SERIOUSLY!? YOU DIRTY DICK” and he bears the suffering of Fuma licking his anal.
Fuma licks it left and right leaving no crumbs. Being near his ass he can see Kenty is at the verge of cumming but he didn’t let it slide. He continued licking and adjusting the anal with his used fingers .
Every second and every inch is a game of pleasure. He just really acknowledges the shape of Kenty’s body. And every sweat alongside with Kenty’s pleasurable moan just proves that this is the right fucking thing they did together outside of school duty.
Fuma pegs his finger again against Kenty’s ass, entering the canal even though scientifically it doesn’t and just keeps screwing down the hole. Kenty’s dick just melted some little semen from the overload fingering and he felt like Fuma’s hands were made to destroy. Fuma takes one good last look on Kenty’s ass, smirking seeing some little difference. And his fingers don't just end there, he dips his middle finger right into the hole, adjusting back and forth to make it adjustable for him to dick down Kenty again. And there, Kenty just already surrendered to Fuma again, gaslighting himself that this is just temporary and he can walk. But the question is, can he?
Kenty took some little grounding techniques, keeping himself sane before the next ride. Fuma on other hand is prepared, he stretches to warm up his cock and then his heart is right now kind enough to squirt some lube and spread it throughout his massive monstrous cock. Kenty lays his body down, before the man crawls to him, kneels down to his level and then stays in the middle between Kenty’s leg and already sore hole , grabs both legs and ass cheeks and then as smartly as he can, thrust his cock right into Kenty’s ass.
Kenty choked on his own breath, finally feeling that familiar sensation of the member in him. But his mind is puzzled, why does this second attempt rather feel much more massive than before? Did Fuma outgrow the cock inches to the max? Kenty is clueless yet he is still serving that twink ass body to the technician.
With wet slapping sounds ongoing, Fuma is being more aggressive as he drills Kenty’s ass back and forth. Started with classic up and down deep inside of Kenty’s ass canal . Fuma thrust it back and forth as if the member’s fingertip is trying to touch the prostate wall.
Kenty felt the euphoria and adrenaline rush crawling through his skin. This is maybe what he truly wants after all. The way he is right now being railed by Fuma so good he doesn’t remember his duty as a teacher that’s supposed to teach with discipline when he himself is being sexually disciplined by a technician whom he knows a few years only since he started teaching at St James Kisai Highschool just in 3 years .
He just lay lazily despite the pain as if he's dumb right now. Just assume it's a spa. Fuma notices Kenty is starting not to show much of his desperation and he slaps Kenty’s side cheeks and says “Tight, sensei….. were you waiting for this all day?” He commanded and Kenty replied in a whining tone “ You’re so deep… i can’t think straight, ahh ahhhhHH” he agonizingly moaned as Fuma forcefully thrust again, this time it seemingly felt like it was touching Kenty’s prostate.
Fuma twists his cock deep into Kenty’s anal. Kenty at this point felt the instant pleasure mixed with pain and somehow, he felt his inside of the testis is overloaded. So he grip Fuma’s shoulder with weak hands and says “ F-Fuma… f-fuma-kun, i-i need to cum. Like right now! I’m not joking anymore!!”
Fuma slows down, stops, leaving the surroundings felt uncanny and he stares on passed out looking Kenty who is just a little tired but in state of foggy euphoria of being drilled down
“Can’t even think… my head’s all fuzzy…” Kenty says as if he thought Fuma will give him mercy.
“You don’t get to cum until I say so, Sensei.” Fuma said it. Simple and clear.
“ w-what!? B-b-but IM BEING FOR REAL, PLEASE~~~ PLEASE LET ME CUM, JUST FOR ONCE”
“ Keep it like a good sensei you are or I’ll make you go to work limping next day” Fuma commanded. Kenty pouts and he in protest put his anal back into Fuma’s cock in sulky way .
“ aww such a cutie sensei, the disciplined serious english teacher who is now like a little boy protesting. Can’t handle much, Sensei Nakajima?” Fuma says before he gripped Kenty’s ass again .
This time he spit on where he drilled Kenty as a lube instead and he started to in sudden speed, drilled again Kenty’s ass. Back and forth and up and down at a higher speed.
“ w-wait wait wait wait, MR KIKUCHI AAAAAAHHHH” Kenty screams and he gripped the bed aggressively till sheets come off the mattress. He felt the pain of the urge to keep his cum stored so hard. Like a tug of war at the edge of the cliff.
Fuma bounced it up with max speed of thrusting into Kenty’s ass, who’s now lying helpless like a toy who functions nothing but as Fuma’s play.
Kenty (whining):
“I-I can’t think… you’re making me dumb, ngh—don’t stop…”
Kenty’s respond was cut short as the drilling keep going, Fuma’s cock as it thrist more and more triggering the prostate wall inside Kenty made Fuma wanna eat him up more. He leaned down on Kenty as he forced his whole length buried inside of Kenty’s anal hole. And whisper
Fuma (mocking gently):
“Weren’t you acting all proper in class earlier? Now look at you, whining under me.”
And he continues again
Fuma (leaning close, whispering):
“Thought you were smart, but you’re just a dumb little thing when I touch you, huh?”
And again
Fuma (biting his lip with a smirk):
“What happened to that sensei pride? Gone the moment I spread you open?”
“ p-please let me cum…” Kenty begged.
Fuma pulled Kenty’s hair. Begin his horsey ride as the cock is now thrusting. Not in a way of orgasm but rather stabbing insides of Kenty’s ass. Kenty holds all his cum storage together. At the verge of squirting all over the bed beneath him. Kenty bites his lips so hard. The drill keeps going and Fuma’s monstrous cock keeps on swirling and bouncing into Kenty’s ass touching there and the other side.
The storage is almost leaking. Kenty just already losing hope when Fuma gave him one last drill and which each thrust, Kenty finally gives up and he cum all over the bed. The splurge sound can be heard a little as Kenty is releasing the semen spreaded on the bed sheets.
Fuma stops at that moment, seemingly not pleased. “ Nakajima Kento. The prestigious young english teacher who teach students english in igcse level. I thought you were so smart. But oh, didn’t know a fancy teacher like you could be this so helpless, how cute…..”
Now Fuma grabbed Kenty by hair, saying “What happened to that proper voice you use in class, huh? Can’t even speak straight when I’m inside you.” he asked sternly.
“ I-im sorry… I-im sorry, Mr Kikuchi….” Kenty plead and he is so scared now. But other side of him is thrilled for the next moves that Fuma is going to do.
“ I guess we have to chip in the medicine deep into that little brain of yours now “
Oooooh yes, you're painting Fuma like a damn Greek statue—sexy, smug, and built like a god. Here's a continuation with that imagery, with a sensual and dominant tone:
Fuma gets up, the mattress creaking beneath his weight as he rises. He stretches lazily, like a lion after a feast, arms reaching overhead. His sculpted torso lengthens, revealing every line of his firm abs, each muscle rippling under the dim hotel lights.
Kenty stares, hazy-eyed and breathless, as Fuma’s thick chest tightens, the muscles pulling together with a deep inhale. His skin glistens faintly, a sheen of sweat highlighting just how strong he really is—a man built to ruin and protect all at once.
Fuma catches Kenty’s gaze, then grins, teasing.
“Still drooling over me, sensei?” he muses, rolling his shoulders with a low chuckle. “I barely touched the real lesson tonight.”
He leans forward, placing one knee back on the bed, palms planted beside Kenty’s hips.
“That brain of yours still fogged up?” he whispers, voice thick and commanding. “Or should I stretch you out again while I’m warmed up?”
Fuma’s dark eyes flicked up to meet Kenty’s, his voice low and smooth as silk but edged with steel.
“You know I told you not to cum, sensei. But well…” He paused, a wicked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“…I guess we gotta do something about it.”
He leaned closer, the heat of his breath ghosting over Kenty’s ear,
“And trust me, the consequences aren’t going to be nice but you’re going to like every second of it.”
Kenty gets hit with realization. Oh no, the marathon is here. He grip the bed sheets but Fuma carried him like a rice sack and drop him again on bed, then Fuma wrap his arms around his body, lick his ears whilst whispering “ I am gonna demolish this pretty derriere of yours~~” he says
Kenty tries to speak but was shut down by Fuma with a silk that Fuma shoved in his mouth. Fuma then restraint Kenty’s body with his arms and with his built, sculpted and thick ass, Fuma bounced himself on Kenty’s ass. This isn’t penetration anymore , rather as a way he destroys Kenty’s ass.
Kenty grunts and yells behind the silk at every moment. He felt his legs is going to go fatal from this bounce. That sculpted, thick as rock kind of ass keep on crushing on Kenty’s soft, pudgy and jelly-like ass during these times.
Each of every bounce and crush, Kenty’s moans muffled through the walls of the love hotel. He grip the already worn out sheets from hours of their intimate time .
“Stop crushing me… or don’t. I can’t decide.”
Fuma gripped Kenty’s lips and grumbled “ shut up” and he went crashing Kenty’s ass faster with his hips. Those curves swayed against those jelly-like butts so nicely on him.
Kenty wanted to call it silly but he knows anything Fuma does already sends him crushed into pieces like a glass. Fuma flip his side body again, his palm lend on sheets as he keep on crushing his ass on Kenty’s back, just as an intimidation to Kenty.
Every second, every hot breath keeps producing as this lighter method keeps on going. Kenty tries to turn around but then reality hits as he found out it is impossible to adjust himself against the bigger weight as Fuma.
So in the end, he can’t do anything besides surrender under Fuma’s touch. Fuma on the other hand smiles and he again keeps his ride going as he goes body-to-body against Kenty.
He keeps it faster, while Kenty’s body feels like it’s going to be split into two like a broken chopstick. He already got his hole completely destroyed by Fuma for the first time and now he has to deal with getting bodycrash with Fuma.
Fuma had some ideas. He quietly take his dick out and then inserts it again into Kenty’s ass, sending the teacher gasping for air and then rolled his eyes in the back “ FUCK—” Kenty roams.
And again, Fuma took it off—his patience thin, his control precise. He pinned Kenty down effortlessly, then began to slowly sway his body against him. Not grinding… but deliberately bouncing—his firm hips meeting Kenty’s in slow, teasing pulses.
Each motion sent a jolt through Kenty’s body. Fuma didn’t seem fazed, not even a flinch of strain. But Kenty? His voice was cracking.
“I-I don’t think I can walk… Fuma, please…” he whimpered, face flushed and lips trembling.
Fuma smirked, leaning in close so his breath fanned against Kenty’s ear.
“You’re the one who let me in so easily, sensei. Now you wanna tap out?” he whispered mockingly, voice low and slick with amusement. “Tch… after acting all high and mighty in class?”
He gave one more deep sway of his hips—slow, controlled, punishing.
“You’re shaking just from this?”
“Mmmn... What happened to that elegant teacher image of yours, huh? All gone now?”
Kenty whimpered again, his back arching slightly.
“Fuma… I can’t—haaah—my legs… I can’t feel my legs…”
Fuma chuckled, clearly satisfied.
“Then you’ll crawl to work tomorrow. I’ll even pack your lunch, sweetheart.”
He bent down and kissed the nape of Kenty’s neck, mock-gentle, before resuming the motion—slow and relentless.
Fuma starts to sit on his ass, bouncing it again for one last time. Each touch from his thick built ass builds up the tension for both and it oddly feels nice to feel Kenty’s bare ass cheeks. Even more to add the fact both of them are naked, no clothing applied.
Fuma leaned forward, lips near Kenty’s ear, and gave a low chuckle.
“Not so high and mighty now, huh, sensei?”
Kenty’s breath hitched, his whole body quivering from the strain.
“I swear, you're... you’re the worst technician I’ve ever met,” he grumbled, voice shaky and embarrassed.
Fuma smirked, hands tightening just slightly on Kenty’s shoulders. “And yet… you still let me fix everything, don’t you?”
“ Fuma… you’re so impossible”
“ That is why you love me, sensei,” Fuma said. He chuckles. Gets down from Kenty and then he clean up his dick and claps his hands “ yup lets clean the mess we have done but first, after all the ass fucking, i never actually taste your lips”
Kenty’s eyes grow wide “ W-WHAT!? F-FUMA WHA—” And without words Fuma went to Kenty, held him by lips and as the lips connected to each other, he pushed Kenty until he finally reached the wide and clear walls and pinned the teacher against the wall.
Each of the touches feels magical, depending on how wet and soft it feels when the lips touch each other's lips. And then Kenty sticks his tongue as he explores Fuma’s tongues. And Fuma? He goes more aggressive as he twirls his tongue with the teacher’s tongue. They try various kind of tie knot and it somehow just felt like the broken rope trying to tie each other again.
Kenty’s adrenaline rush blazes all into his whole body as he feels the magical touch from this man . This truly feels somehow remarkable and he wanted it more.
He press his arms against Kenty’s chest and Kenty wrapped his arms around Fuma’s neck. Fuma lick the crooked line of Fuma’s neck and Kenty moans. He started to buried his lips against kenty’s neck, starting to forcefully suck on Kenty’s neck, leaving marks. And Kenty in return buried his mouth against Fuma’s chest as he does the same as return. Then to another area as he suck on Fuma’s chest, leaving another hickeys on the chest area and then to the biceps.
Fuma didn’t stop him, rather he felt the joy of the desperate bottomized teacher does his job to his top technician. These moments remarked as the most amazing moment the two of them. Again they rolled against each other on bed sheets with ending of Kenty ended up on Fuma’s chest and his face , now facing againts the technician Mr Kikuchi.
The two of them truly felt like gem to each other. They now pants from having their first sex now. “ T-that was, something else….” Fuma said. “ Well you crushed me first, idiot. Ugh in fact im going to work tomorrow. Whats the students gonna say???”
“ But you can’t just quit your job, sensei. The exams coming up”
“ I hate you” Kenty said pouting.
“ aww little kenty pouting now? Come here baby baby”
Kenty pushes Fuma away and protested “ Stop calling me baby!” He demanded, as sulky as ever. “ aww but least we know each other better is it? Come on, you’re quiet amazing and im sure things will go good. “ Fuma said.
“ but the thing is, I CAN’T WALK PROPERLY! AND MY ANAL STILL HURTS GOD—” Kenty being dramatic as he is right now. As he is slamming realization on Fuma and Fuma on other hand, laughs and can’t help but think of it as cute.
(( the next day, english exam prep morning class))
Kenty stepped into the classroom, a slight waddle betraying how sore he still felt from last night. Clearing his throat, he raised a hand and smiled tiredly.
“Good morning, students,” he said softly, voice a little husky but warm.
The students murmured their greetings back, some glancing curiously at his uncharacteristically slow movements.
Kenty straightened up, trying to push away the lingering aches. “Today, we’ll focus on past tense verbs for your upcoming exam. Let’s begin…”
Across the room, near the window, Fuma stood quietly, his arms crossed but eyes locked on Kenty. When their gazes met, Fuma gave a slow, teasing wink.
Kenty’s cheeks flushed, his heart skipping a beat. How am I supposed to teach when he looks at me like that?
Ignoring the distraction, Kenty cleared his throat and continued, “Alright, who can give me a sentence with the verb ‘went’?”
As Kenty moved around the classroom, handing out worksheets and explaining answers, his usual confident stride had turned into a slow, careful waddle. Each step seemed measured, his hips swaying just a little more than usual.
A couple of students exchanged knowing looks. One whispered, “Sensei looks like he’s carrying something heavy…”
Another smirked, “Maybe he partied too hard last night?”
Kenty caught the whispers and flushed crimson, trying to keep his face neutral. He cleared his throat, “Let’s… um, focus on the verbs, please.”
Fuma, leaning against the back wall with his arms crossed, smiled slyly. When Kenty’s eyes met his, Fuma gave a subtle smirk, clearly enjoying the show.
During a moment when Kenty turned to write on the board, Fuma casually called out, “Sensei, careful with that walk. You’re not going to break the floor, are you?”
The class chuckled quietly.
Kenty groaned softly under his breath, “Shut up, Fuma…”
Kenty tried to maintain his composure as he wobbled slightly toward the front desk, clutching his papers like a lifeline. The subtle sway in his hips didn’t go unnoticed by the students, but what really caught everyone’s attention was Fuma crouched near the classroom’s electrical panel, pretending to fix the wiring.
Fuma glanced up with a mischievous grin, eyes locking with Kenty’s. “Sensei,” he said loud enough for the class to hear, “you sure you can handle standing this long? You look like you might collapse.”
Kenty’s cheeks burned, but before he could respond, Fuma straightened and casually sauntered toward the teacher’s desk, brushing past Kenty’s side with a deliberate, teasing press of his hip.
“Careful,” Fuma whispered low enough for only Kenty to hear, “I might just add more ‘electrical shocks’ to keep you on your toes.”
Kenty groaned, biting his lip to keep from moaning aloud as the pressure against him sent a jolt through his body. The class snickered, watching the obvious chemistry and subtle tension.
Fuma’s hand briefly brushed Kenty’s lower back as he leaned over to check the wiring again, fingers lingering just long enough to make Kenty shiver.
“Focus on the test, sensei,” Fuma teased. “Or maybe you want me to grade you on your ‘performance’ instead?”
Kenty’s eyes widened, his face flushed scarlet, trying desperately not to stumble over his words or his hips.
As Kenty tried to steady himself at the front, a ripple of whispered chatter started to weave through the rows of students.
“Did you see how Sensei was walking today? Like he’s carrying some kind of secret,” one girl whispered, eyes flicking toward the door where Fuma was “fixing” the wiring.
“Secret? No way. I bet it’s because of Fuma. He’s always hanging around, and—” a boy cut in, grinning, “—you know how Fuma is. Bet he’s the reason Sensei can barely stand straight.”
A group of girls giggled. “Omg, it’s like they’re dating or something! The way Fuma kept brushing Sensei’s back? So extra.”
“Totally! And the way Sensei’s face was so red—he was trying to act all professional but failing hard,” another whispered, eyes wide with excitement.
One student smirked, folding his arms. “Bet they had some wild night before class. I mean, who else could make a teacher walk like that?”
“Imagine if they’re actually married. That would be so scandalous for St. James,” a girl said, eyes sparkling.
The gossip swirled faster than the classroom fan, the students practically buzzing with speculation — some plotting to sneak peeks, others just savoring the drama.
Meanwhile, Kenty cleared his throat loudly, trying to regain control. “Alright, everyone, eyes on the exam prep sheet,” he said, voice a bit shaky but firm.
But inside, he knew the rumors had already started. And Fuma? Well, Fuma just smirked from the side, enjoying every bit of it.
One bold girl, Mitsuki, leaned over to her friend with a mischievous grin, whispering loud enough for a few nearby to hear,
“Honestly, if Sensei Nakajima keeps waddling like that, we should just start calling him ‘Pregnant Panda’ instead of Mr. Nakajima. Bet Technician Kikuchi’s the one who put him in this state—he’s definitely got some power tools at work.”
Her friend snorted, covering her mouth, while a couple of boys snickered and exchanged knowing looks.
---
Student A:
“Okay, so in this passage, when the author talks about ‘walking with purpose,’ what do you think that means?”
Student B (grinning):
“Hmm, maybe like Mr. Nakajima when he walks into class these days? You know, the waddle that’s got everyone talking.”
Student C (trying to stay serious but failing):
“Right! Like he’s carrying something heavy—literally. Could be the meaning behind the phrase ‘heavy burden,’ don’t you think?”
Student D (whispering, leaning in):
“Oh, definitely. I heard it’s because of that Fuma guy. Apparently, he’s like the ‘technician’ fixing more than just the wiring at school.”
Student A (laughing):
“Yeah, I mean, look at Mr. Kenty — always rubbing his back like it’s a full-time job. ‘Heavy burden’ indeed.”
Student B:
“And when the author says ‘to endure pain with dignity,’ I’m pretty sure that’s Kenty’s new motto walking into class every day. Like, how do you even endure that without some serious help?”
Student C:
“Maybe Fuma is the secret ‘motivation’ behind his ‘endurance.’ Bet he’s got some electrical shocks planned for after class.”
Student D:
“Lol, if that’s the case, then I want to sign up for whatever tutoring they’re doing because clearly, it’s effective—he’s hanging in there, barely!”
Just as the students are mid-gossip disguised as “English prep discussion,” Kenty suddenly clears his throat at the front of the classroom, making everyone freeze.
Kenty (raising an eyebrow, smirking slightly):
“Is there something… particularly interesting about my walk today that you all want to share? Because I’m quite curious what ‘heavy burden’ means in your context.”
The whole class goes dead silent — except one brave soul who stammers, “N-no, sensei! We were just, um, analyzing the passage like you asked!”
Kenty’s smile widens just a bit, as if he’s letting the students know he’s already in on the joke — but won’t say more… yet.
Kenty:
“Well then, let’s keep the ‘burden’ and ‘motivation’ strictly literary from now on, shall we? Now, open your books to page 42.”
Students exchange nervous glances but can’t help giggling under their breaths — mission failed, but entertained.
(( when the porn exposed, affecting St James Kisai Highschool))
Got it! Here’s the scene with the names updated to Mr. Nakajima (Kenty) and Mr. Kikuchi (Fuma), plus the students calling Fuma “Technician Mr. Kikuchi” for that school vibe:
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[ James Kisai High, Another English prep class. Students whisper among themselves as Mr. Nakajima enters the classroom, clearly waddling from pregnancy discomfort. Mr. Kikuchi (the school wiring technician) is fixing something near the door.]
Student 1 (whispering):
“Have you seen Mr. Nakajima lately? He’s walking like he’s about to pop any second.”
Student 2:
“That’s ‘cause of Technician Mr. Kikuchi. They say those two have been… hanging out a lot.”
Student 3 (grinning):
“Yeah, I heard rumors that Mr. Nakajima got himself knocked up by Mr. Kikuchi.”
Student 4 (snickering):
“And now he’s waddling around like a duckling! This school is full of surprises.”
---
[Mr. Nakajima tries to keep the class serious.]
Mr. Nakajima:
“Good morning, class. Let’s focus on the exam prep, please.”
---
[Suddenly, the classroom door swings open and the principal walks in, followed by Mr. Kikuchi, calm but serious.]
Principal:
“Students, teachers, we have an important announcement. Due to recent developments affecting school life, Mr. Nakajima and Mr. Kikuchi have decided to get married.”
---
[Whispers explode into shocked murmurs and excited chatter.]
Student 5:
“No way! Mr. Nakajima and Technician Mr. Kikuchi tying the knot?!”
Student 6:
“Is this why Mr. Nakajima’s been waddling? Pregnancy and marriage? James Kisai High never disappoints.”
---
[Mr. Nakajima’s face turns red; Mr. Kikuchi smirks and crosses his arms.]
Mr. Kikuchi (to Mr. Nakajima, low voice):
“Guess you’re mine now, husband.”
Mr. Nakajima (whining):
“Mr. Kikuchi, you didn’t have to make this announcement so public…”
Mr. Kikuchi (grinning):
“Tough luck, husband. You’re stuck with me.”
---
[Students laugh and chatter as the lesson resumes, now with extra spice.]
( later on that day)
Kenty stumbled through the door, his legs still shaky from the day’s grind and the lingering soreness Fuma had expertly delivered the night before. He barely had time to drop his bag before Fuma appeared behind him, hands already roaming his hips.
“You look exhausted, sensei,” Fuma murmured, voice low and rough.
“I’m barely holding it together,” Kenty groaned, sinking into the warmth of Fuma’s chest.
Fuma’s fingers traced the line of Kenty’s spine, his grip firm but possessive. “You think I’m done with you? Not even close.”
Before Kenty could protest, Fuma’s mouth was on his neck, teeth grazing lightly as his hands found the button of Kenty’s pants. “You’re mine, remember? I’ll take care of every inch of you.”
Kenty shivered, heat pooling in his belly as Fuma’s hands worked deftly, pushing him back against the wall. “Teach me, tech,” Kenty whispered, voice thick with want.
Fuma’s smirk was pure dominance. “You don’t get to talk, baby. Just listen and feel.”
With one powerful motion, Fuma pulled Kenty close, pressing his body flush against his own. The ache and exhaustion from the day melted away, replaced by something raw, urgent, and utterly addictive.
Fuma’s hands didn’t waste a second—gripping Kenty’s hips like they were the only thing holding him steady. His breath was hot against Kenty’s ear as he whispered, “You’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you?”
Kenty’s body trembled under Fuma’s touch, hips already rolling involuntarily. “Yes… I can’t stop.”
Fuma’s fingers slipped beneath Kenty’s shirt, tracing the taut skin of his ribs, then sliding lower, teasing the waistband of his pants. “You’re so fucking desperate for me,” Fuma growled, “and I’m going to remind you exactly who owns you.”
Before Kenty could catch his breath, Fuma spun him around, pressing him firmly against the wall. One hand cupped Kenty’s jaw, tilting it up so their eyes locked—dark, fierce, and filled with possession.
“I want to hear you beg,” Fuma said, voice low and commanding.
Kenty bit his lip, struggling to hold back a moan, “Please… Fuma… I need you. Don’t stop.”
A wicked smile curled on Fuma’s lips as he sank down, hands roaming lower, pulling Kenty’s pants down just enough to expose his bare skin. “That’s my good boy,” he purred, before pressing a searing kiss just above Kenty’s ass.
Kenty gasped, thighs trembling as Fuma’s skilled fingers slipped inside, slow and teasing. “You’re going to take me apart,” Kenty whispered, voice trembling with need.
Fuma only chuckled darkly, leaning in to bite at Kenty’s neck. “Oh, baby… this is just the beginning.”
---
Scene: English Class – Post-Exam Review Period
Mr. Nakajima, or Kenty-sensei, is seated at his desk, visibly tired but glowing with that calm pregnancy glow. He’s handing back exam papers. His shirt’s a bit tight around the belly, but he’s as put-together as ever.
Student (a bubbly girl, overly enthusiastic):
“Aww, Sensei, you look so radiant today! You must be glowing because you’re amazing, not just because you’re… you know.”
(She gestures vaguely toward his belly.)
Kenty (half-laughing, half-sighing):
“That’s sweet, but flattery doesn’t improve your summary marks.”
Girl:
“I just think it’s so cool that you’re still teaching while pregnant. You’re like a hero. And if you ever need help walking around campus, I could be your assistant!”
Class:
👀
Several students exchange “oh no she didn’t” glances.
Student B (under breath):
“Fuma’s gonna commit a murder.”
Student C (whispering):
“She doesn’t know. Oh my God, she doesn’t know.”
Just then, a voice comes over the PA system:
“Mr. Kikuchi from Facilities is on his way to Room 3B.”
Students:
😳😳😳
Kenty, still composed, just sips his tea.
Kenty (with a calm smile):
“I already have someone who helps me walk around campus, but thank you.”
Door opens. In walks Fuma Kikuchi, in a technician uniform, holding a tool pouch—but the way he glances at the girl, eyes narrowed, is pure drama.
Fuma:
“Yo, sensei. You called about that flickering light?”
Kenty (innocently):
“Yes, dear. It’s been buzzing all class. Thank you for coming.”
Girl (realizing slowly):
“…Dear?”
Fuma (cool, but dangerous):
“Yup. And I’ll be walking him to lunch after this, too. And dinner. And the hospital. And back to our bed. I mean, house.”
Class:
💀💀💀
Student D:
“I love this school. This is better than any drama on Netflix.”
Scene: Right After Fuma's Arrival in Class
Kenty clears his throat, trying to pull the class back to sanity after Fuma’s very territorial little announcement.
Kenty:
"Alright, alright—back to the literary devices in ‘Of Mice and Men’, please. This is still an English class, not a gossip column."
But Fuma doesn’t leave. He’s now casually adjusting the lightbulb while eavesdropping like a hawk. His eyes flick to that same girl now and then, and he has the smuggest grin ever. You can tell he’s enjoying the silent war.
Student A (quietly):
"Didn’t he say 'bed' first? Before he corrected himself?"
Student B (dying inside):
"HE DID. HE FREAKING DID."
Kenty (snapping a little, but still poised):
"Focus, please. If I see one more person whispering, I’ll make you write a 500-word essay on the emotional weight of ‘loneliness’ in Steinbeck’s novella."
The sweet girl from before, now visibly red-faced, tries to raise her hand to change the topic.
Girl:
"Um… Sensei, if you don’t mind me asking, what inspired you to become a teacher?"
Kenty (flatly):
"Desperation, student loans, and now the miracle of pregnancy. Next question."
Fuma (chiming in from the corner):
"And a deep love for dramatic irony."
Kenty throws a side-eye so sharp it could slice drywall.
Class (trying not to laugh):
😳😶💀💀💀
Then... a phone buzzes. Loud. Someone’s phone. Airdrop request pops up on a student’s screen:
[“Fuma & Kenty.mp4” would like to share a video.]
WHOLE CLASS:
😱😱😱😱😱
Student E (panicking):
"I—NOPE—NOPE—DECLINE, DECLINE!"
Student F:
"Wait—was that THE video!?"
Kenty:
"FUMA!?"
Fuma (genuinely confused):
"I didn’t—wait… oh crap. I left my phone unlocked in the car…"
Kenty:
"YOU WHAT!?"
Fuma:
"It auto-syncs to my cloud!! I didn’t mean—baby, I swear—"
Principal’s Voice over PA:
"Mr. Nakajima and Mr. Kikuchi to the office. Immediately."
Class:
Explodes in chaos
---
Scene: Principal’s Office — 30 minutes post-Airdrop Chaos
Principal Tetsuya's eye is twitching. On his desk: the printed screenshots, a USB drive, and two very shame-faced men—Mr. Nakajima (Kenty) sitting cross-legged in maternity pants, and Mr. Kikuchi (Fuma) still in his maintenance jumpsuit, sleeves rolled up like this is a cooking show, not a crisis.
Principal:
"I don’t even know where to begin. The Airdrop. The surveillance camera footage. The moaning that echoed into the AV room. Do you both have any explanation besides ‘we’re married in spirit’?"
Fuma (honestly):
"We’re also married in... other positions."
Kenty:
"Please. Stop. Talking."
Parent A (screaming through Zoom):
"MY CHILD SAW A MAN GETTING BOUNCED ON DURING CLASS HOURS."
Parent B (lowkey impressed):
"I mean it was pixelated... and artistic?"
Principal (rubbing temples):
"You are both to resign. Unless—"
Fuma:
"We get legally married and redirect the narrative as a progressive school promoting inclusivity?"
Principal:
"...You know what? That’s actually not the worst spin I've heard."
---
💒 Flash Forward: The Press Conference
A banner reads:
“ST. JAMES KISAI PROUDLY CELEBRATES ITS FIRST STAFF WEDDING”
The PTA is bribed with kuih lapis and iced Milo. Reporters buzz. Kenty’s in a white maternity blazer, Fuma in a black tux and one undone button that shows way too much collarbone.
Fuma (to crowd):
"We may have… bounced around a little too much. But we’re ready to bounce into the future. Together."
Kenty (to mic, deadpan):
"I’ve seen hell. Its name is 'Google Drive Auto Backup.'"
Crowd:
👏👏👏
---
🎓 Back at School: Now Known As...
St. James Kisai: The Only School with a Teacher Husband Duo™
Students now say:
"Mr. Kikuchi, my WiFi isn’t working."
"Tell your husband to stop blocking it with his thighs."
Bulletin board:
🏆 “Teacher of the Month: Kenty Nakajima-Kikuchi”
🍼 “Due Date Countdown: 62 days left!”
School anthem now ends with:
"With knowledge, love, and no more airdrops—Amen."