۞ Chapter 89.5 ⟴ The Student Iroha Gets What She Pleaded For ۞ {+18}

"I want you to beg me properly. Get on your knees and show me how much you want it."

Iroha's face burned hotter. The thought of kneeling before him made her stomach flutter with both embarrassment and anticipation. But she had already decided — she would do anything to learn.

Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, her small frame trembling slightly. Looking up at him with determined eyes, she clasped her hands together.

"Please, Senpai... I beg you to teach me. I'll do anything you ask, I'll study harder than anyone else. Please make me your apprentice."

Her voice was soft but earnest, and tears threatened to form in her eyes from the intensity of her emotions.

Daiki observed her silently for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke.

"Take off your shirt and bra, then beg me again."

Iroha's eyes widened in shock. Her hands instinctively crossed over her chest as she stared up at him, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly.

"I... I can't..." She whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Then leave." His voice was flat, devoid of emotion.

Iroha remained frozen on her knees, her mind racing.

This fickle senpai is really showing his true colors now, isn't he!

With trembling fingers, she reached for the buttons of her uniform shirt. Each movement was hesitant, uncertain. The fabric rustled softly as she slipped it off her shoulders.

Her face burned with shame as she reached behind her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, unable to look at him.

Finally bare from the waist up, she crossed her arms over her chest, her small frame shaking.

"Please..." She spoke again, unable to look at him properly. Still, she continued, "Please teach me. I'll do anything..."

If this playboy senpai doesn't teach me today, my name isn't Iroha!

Daiki's expression remained unchanged as he studied her.

"Take off the rest of your clothes and bow to me again."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she processed his words. Her fingers trembled at the waistband of her skirt.

"I... I understand." She whispered, her voice barely audible.

With shaking hands, she unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her knees. Her stockings and underwear followed, until she was completely exposed.

The cool air made her shiver, or perhaps it was the intensity of his gaze. Gathering what remained of her courage, she bowed deeply, pressing her forehead to the floor.

"Please, Senpai... I beg you... Make me your apprentice..."

Her voice cracked with emotion, a mixture of desperation and determination.

Daiki finally moved, taking a step closer, "You really want this that badly?"

"Yes." She breathed, maintaining her position, "More than anything."

He remained silent for what felt like an eternity.

"You really are a determined girl, Iroha." Daiki's voice contained a trace of laughter.

But it didn't seem so funny to Iroha, who heard his next words like thunder echoing in her ear.

"Now turn your back to me and raise your hips. Your lesson will begin right now."

Iroha's breath caught in her throat. Her body trembled as she slowly turned around, positioning herself as instructed. The cool air against her exposed skin made her shiver.

"Good girl." Daiki murmured, his voice low, "Now, your first lesson in Cursed Energy requires complete submission to your teacher."

She felt his presence behind her, his warmth radiating against her bare skin. His hands traced down her sides, making her gasp.

"S-senpai..." She whimpered, her fingers curling against the floor.

"Quiet now. Focus on the sensations. Cursed Energy flows through the body, and you need to learn how to feel it."

His touch became more insistent, exploring every inch of her exposed flesh.

First wandering around her waist, he soon slowly moved to her breasts, squeezing those soft things before returning to her back again and thus beginning an easy cycle there. Moreover, his hands were covered in Cursed Energy, so he could easily tease her.

Iroha bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans.

"That's right." He whispered, "Let the Cursed Energy flow through you. Feel how it builds..."

His fingers found their way between her thighs, and Iroha couldn't hold back a cry of pleasure.

"Sen... senpai!" She gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Daiki's hand paused briefly right above that slit, his other hand going straight to her neck.

"This is just the beginning of your training, Iroha. Are you ready to continue?" As he spoke, his hand slowly caressed both entrances there, as if threatening to enter both.

Through her haze of arousal, she managed to nod, "Yes... please teach me more..."

The sound of rustling fabric behind her made her heart race even faster.

"Then let's proceed with the next lesson." Daiki said, his voice thick with desire.

Iroha closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come. She had asked for this, after all. She would endure anything to learn how to become a Sorcerer.

She felt him position himself behind her, and then—

A gasp escaped her lips as he entered her in one smooth motion. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pain and pleasure that made her head spin.

"Remember to breathe." He instructed, his hands gripping her hips.

He began to move with deliberate patience, each motion carefully measured and controlled. His rhythm started as a gentle, almost teasing pace that made her breath catch with every movement.

Gradually, his thrusts grew more forceful, building in both speed and intensity until they became passionate and urgent. Each powerful movement sent cascading waves of intense pleasure coursing through her delicate frame, making her entire body tremble with mounting sensation.

While Iroha was on all fours on the floor, it was impossible not to notice how small she was compared to Daiki. Her delicate hands could barely steady themselves against the cold floor, and her entire body trembled with each of his thrusts.

The contrast between their bodies was even more evident now - while he was tall and muscular, she was small and delicate. His large hands nearly covered her entire waist, and when he leaned over her, his body completely covered hers.

"So small..." He murmured, increasing the rhythm of his movements, "And yet, so determined..."

Iroha couldn't respond, lost in sensations she had never experienced before. Each of his movements seemed even more intense due to the size difference between them, filling her completely.

Her legs trembled with the effort of maintaining the position, and she could feel sweat running down her bare skin. But she wouldn't give up - not when she was finally receiving the training she so desired.

She was finally getting what this fickle senpai had to offer!

Slowly, as they gave in to pleasure, endless knowledge about Cursed Energy, Manipulation, Fundamentals, and various things appeared in her mind.

At the same time, she finally realized that the only pain she had felt so far was from the first time he entered! But now she didn't know if he had done something or if she was naturally more resistant...

Either way, she could feel her body getting stronger too, and the Cursed Energy growing, even if slowly!

Iroha's moans echoed through the room as Daiki continued his rhythmic movements. Her small body was covered in sweat, trembling with each powerful thrust.

"More..." She whispered, barely able to form words, "Please, Senpai..."

Daiki responded by increasing the pace, his hands gripping her delicate waist more firmly. The contrast between their bodies was even more evident now - she so small and fragile beneath his muscular body.

Iroha felt her entire body vibrate with an energy she had never experienced before. Each of Daiki's movements not only filled her physically but also fed her internal power, her Cursed Energy flowing stronger with each moment.

"Ah... Senpai..." She moaned, feeling him go even deeper, "I can feel... the Cursed Energy... in my body…!"

Daiki leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, whispering in her ear, "That's right... let it flow naturally..."

The pleasure was becoming unbearable, a growing pressure threatening to explode. Iroha could feel something building inside her - not just the physical climax, but also a wave of pure power.

"I can't take it anymore..." She whimpered, her small hands pressing against the floor.

"Then don't." He responded, increasing the pace even more, "Let it happen..."

With a muffled cry, Iroha felt her entire body convulse in ecstasy. At the same moment, an explosion of Cursed Energy emanated from her, making the air around them vibrate with pure power.

Daiki also reached his limit, filling her completely while holding her trembling body against his.

For several moments, they stayed like that, panting, while the energy in the air slowly dissipated.

"Your first lesson was a success." Daiki murmured, finally moving away from her, "You have a natural talent for this."

Iroha collapsed on the floor, exhausted but satisfied. Her body still tingled with the new energy she had discovered, and her mind was filled with knowledge she didn't possess before.

This fickle senpai really knew how to teach!

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Several hours later.

It was almost morning when Iroha woke up slightly.

And she didn't need to think much to know in whose arms she was now.

Nestled against Daiki's broad chest, the warmth of his body enveloped her like a comforting blanket, and she could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart.

She moved slightly, adjusting her position, and felt his arms gently tighten in response. Even in sleep, he seemed to want to keep her close.

"Senpai..." She whispered, a soft smile on her lips as she recalled the events of the previous night.

Her body was still sensitive, but in a pleasant way. And more importantly, she could now feel the Cursed Energy flowing naturally within her, like a calm but constant river.

Closing her eyes again, she decided to enjoy these precious moments before the sun rose completely. After all, she had gotten exactly what she wanted - and much more.

With this comforting thought, she fell back asleep in her senpai's arms, satisfied with the success of her first "lesson".