Chapter 2960: Third Squeeze *

Orimura-sensei tried to muster a retort, but her voice became a mere shadow of its usual authority. She was thoroughly flushed crimson as her chest heaved breathlessly. Her eyes shimmered yet unfocused, swirling with a mixture of exhaustion and lingering desire.

The ’final boss’ had been defeated by the momentum of the pleasure I had driven into her. But obviously, that’s far from enough to truly take her down.

"You... arrogant... brat, bring it on!" After gathering her breath, she daringly gasped but the lack of conviction in her voice only made it more endearing.

Like this, I waited until she recovered for a bit before continuing. But to my surprise, she pushed on my chest, enough to make me take a step back, my cock sliding out of her.

Then, hopping off the table with a sudden agility that betrayed her exhausted state, Orimura-sensei pushed me firmly back into the chair, her expression shifting from a haze of pleasure back to a glimmer of her usual strictness.

She straddled my lap and guided me back into her sacred place, sinking slowly with a punishing grace as she devoured me for the second time today.

My hands instinctively moved from her waist to her ass, pulling her down firmly as she settled her weight.

Orimura-sensei grinned as though finding this shift in position intoxicating. Looking back on our previous intimate moments, this was her favorite position. After all, it felt like the aggressor and the one being claimed were interchangeable.

However, she seemed to have forgotten that she could only get the upper hand if I stayed passive and let her take control.

Well, let’s not shatter her expectations. I also love seeing her this confident, after all.

"Shameless brat, see this? I can take you down at your own game." She blew into my ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. Orimura-sensei began to move. Her hips demandingly drew a circle that got both of us reeling from the pleasure.

Using her weight to pin me into the chair, she started treating my lap like a throne she had just conquered.

But as she looked down at me with that triumphant smirk, she didn’t notice the shift in my grip. My hands stopped passively resting on her backside and instead clamped firmly onto them, anchoring her.

At the moment, she was savoring the friction from our movements, ensuring every millimeter of my length was stimulated.

Once she got the hang of it, she sought my lips, kissing me passionately as she began to lift her hips up and down, bouncing on my lap as my cock drilled deep into her sacred place.

With a relentless rhythm, we gradually lost ourselves in the pleasure. Her insides gripping me with every descent was almost unbearable and likewise, the way my cock filled perfectly was something she couldn’t stop craving.

For the next five minutes, it became her turn to dictate the pace. However, just like the first time, her second climax came before she could push me to my limits.

"You hateful brat! Haa~!"

As her internal walls shuddered against me in a final, desperate contraction, a moan, one filled with sweetness and unwillingness, escaped as she collapsed against my chest.

I endured the almost unbearable sensation of being squeezed out by her by holding her tightly and keeping her body steady while I distracted myself with sucking on her swollen cherries, savoring the taste.

"Mhm. Now that’s the second squeeze. Sensei, you can’t bail out on me yet."

I wrapped my arms around her, carrying her back to the table. With her strength mostly depleted, she could only lie down with half-lidded eyes as she watched me slide to her side, spooning her from behind.

She squirmed for a moment before melting entirely at the comfort of my embrace. The cold surface of the table contrasted with the searing heat of our skin, making the intimacy feel even more concentrated. I pressed my chest against her back, my breath ghosting over her neck, while my hand ventured back to the soft curve of her hip.

"Mhm... This would’ve been better if we were in a bed. But too bad. There’s only a table here. You don’t mind, do you?" In between my words, I dropped kisses on the side of her neck, behind her ear, and her nape.

Orimura-sensei let out a defeated sigh, her body feeling completely limp yet receptive. "I do mind, shameless brat. If they come in and see us like this..." Her voice trailed off there as the rest of her sentence could already be inferred.

Right. Shio and Ryouko-san must’ve been wondering what’s happening now. At any moment, they might try to take a peek through the door or just burst in to tease us.

And if they saw Orimura-sensei like this, this woman would definitely feel that the tough and stern act she always put on because she couldn’t be honest with her true feelings was completely shattered.

"Well, that just makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?" I teasingly whispered, earning me an almost powerless pinch as she reached behind her.

"S-shut up and give it to me. You won’t go back on your word, will you? I have to deliver the final blow... and make you weak on your knees."

At this point, Orimura-sensei’s voice had already lost all its edge. It was replaced by a needy, breathy quality that made my desire for her spike once again.

As if spurned by her own words, she shifted her weight as she blindly reached for my cock. She missed once, her hand only landing on my waist, before she finally gripped me and pulled me forward while she pushed her hips back, inviting me to enter from behind.

The angle was different and the pressure more focused. But it was more than fine. I could tell how she didn’t want to leave my embrace, her body practically begging for the connection while enjoying the warmth of my chest against her spine.

"I really wish you could be more honest with me, sensei. You know... I also want to hear you say ’I love you’."

Without waiting for her reply, the tip of my cock found her narrow entrance and drilled its way inside with one decisive push.

Orimura-sensei let out a stifled gasp as her hand gripped my arm. The shift in angle allowed me to hit a different spot that made her entire body shudder. She didn’t answer my request. Instead, she turned her head slightly, demanding my lips.

What else can I do? I still gave it to her while my hips began to drive into her with a steady, rhythmic force. The table creaked again but it no longer felt like a warning. It became a beat we were both dancing to.

Unlike the first and second rounds, there was no more talking or playful banter about discipline or delinquency. The two of us just focused on the pleasure and comfort of each other. Words of affection might still be difficult to extract from her but her body was screaming it. Every time I pushed deep into her, Orimura-sensei let out a soft, rhythmic moan that synced perfectly with the movement of our hips.

As the tension built, she began to move her hips in a desperate search for more, practically begging me to hit that sensitive spot again and again. Her grip on my arm tightened, and she leaned her head back against my shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut in a haze of pure bliss while our kisses became more passionate.

Eventually, our position shifted. I climbed on top of her, pinning her.

Orimura-sensei’s legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I pushed back in, her ankles locking behind my back.

This was the moment of total surrender, letting her body fully submit to me and making love with an intensity that drowned out the rest of the world.

I could feel her heart beating rapidly, a frantic drumming that mirrored the pace of our collision.

Every thrust was a deep, resonant impact that sent shockwaves through both of us. Orimura-sensei’s composure had vanished entirely, replaced by a vocal need.

Amidst her moans, she was whimpering my name, her voice cracking under the weight of the pleasure. She arched her back, pushing her chest upward as if trying to fuse our bodies into one single entity.

"Shameless brat... please... right there!" she gasped, her voice a fragile thread of its former self.

The request was the final spark. I shifted my weight, driving into her with a focused intensity that left no room for hesitation.

Orimura-sensei’s world narrowed down to the point of impact, her eyes rolling back as her arms also locked around my head, pulling me down into the heat of her skin.

With a subdued moan, she collapsed into a violent climax. Her internal walls spasmed around me in a series of rhythmic contractions that felt like they were trying to pull me deeper into her, squeezing the last bit of my sanity.

A moment later, the dam broke for me too.

I failed to muffle my voice, letting out a low groan as I buried myself to the hilt, releasing everything deep within her in a powerful, pulsing surge.

We stayed like this for more than a minute, locked in a breathless embrace with the only sound in the room being the synchronized thumping of our hearts and exhausted gasps.