Training

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Lemon Content Warning: This fic contains sexual themes, and is not recommended for younger readers.

‘*’ Thoughts
“*” Spoken

Fate/Stay Night:

Training

By: Hawker_748


Taiga Fujimura set down her pen and clenched her hand a few times, hissing lightly at the discomfort this caused. She’d been grading assignments for over an hour and her hand was cramping up from the workload. It had been slow going, but she’d finally finished marking and recording the results in her register, which left her the rest of the evening to do as she pleased. She stood up and stretched, her back creaking as she straightened out, as if expressing its relief to be finally leaving the classroom. Now that her work was finished, she planned on going over to Shirou’s to enjoy some of Sakura’s cooking, and then meet up with her friend Neko for a few drinks afterward.

Taiga let out a satisfied breath, enjoying the peace and quiet of the empty school, and wondering why more teachers didn’t do more of their work here. It was nice and quiet without the hustle and bustle of the students, a perfect place to work without being disturbed. ‘And you don’t have to carry all that paper home either,’ she thought to herself with a grin. Taiga went to the windows and closed the blinds, the room slowly darkening as the late day sunlight was blocked off. She reached the last window at the front of the classroom and was closing the last one when she thought she heard the door to her class opening. Before she could turn around to check, Taiga felt strong hands grip her upper arms tightly and she was roughly forced face-first into the corner of the room.

“What’re-” Before she could ever cry out in surprise a hand was clamped over her mouth, her assailant pinning her in the corner with his body, his other hand roughly grabbing at her breasts through her clothes. Taiga tried to free herself, but she was trapped in the corner, her forehead against the wall, and she wasn’t strong enough to push the man – she could tell it was a man by his size and the roughness of his hands – off of her. She tried to cry out when the man moved his head next to hers and bit the top of her ear, but only muffled groans got through the man’s hand. Taiga’s eyes went wide when she felt a sudden hardness pressing into her from behind, coupled with the assailant’s harsh breath in her ear.

Taiga struggled to break free, to cry out or claw at him with her hands but the hand on her breast quickly moved to her throat. “Don’t move,” a voice rasped harshly. “Don’t move, don’t make a sound, and you’ll be okay. You try something…” The man minutely tightened the grip on her throat, giving Taiga a hint of what he planned. “You understand?”

Trembling from the man’s words, and unable to speak, Taiga nodded slowly.

“Good girl,” the man murmured as he let go of her and roughly grabbed her breasts through her clothes, grinding up against her and keeping her pinned to the wall. He forced his legs between hers, taking away her ability to kick at his groin, and his arms were keeping hers at her side, eliminating all her leverage.

Taiga could feel the man’s breath on her neck as he laid rough kisses along the side of her throat, a twisted parody of a sign of affection. She tried to remove herself from what was happening, let her mind go elsewhere, but when the man reached up and undid the straps of her dress, Taiga couldn’t help but notice the top of it falling away. She let out a whimper when the man slipped his right hand behind her dress and down to the hem of her sweater, easing it under and resting her hand on her bare stomach.

The man continued to grind arrogantly against her ass, his hardness rubbing against her as he let himself explore her. His hand slid upward on her stomach, pushing her bra out of the way before it cupped her left breast, his callused fingers gently tracing the contours. He moved his head to her ear, taking the lobe between his lips and suckling on the small fold of skin, using her tongue to play with her pearl earring.

Taiga closed her eyes and pressed her lips together tightly, wishing with all her heart that she didn’t enjoy having her ears played with as much as she did. She’d always loved that, and her assailant acted as if he knew exactly what buttons to push; while he was being forceful, he hadn’t been brutal so far, not doing anything that would hurt her or leave any lasting physical traces. “B-bastard,” she whispered. “Y-you like victimizing helpless women…?” Taiga was in no position to fight back physically, but she’d be damned if she’d accept the violation without some form of resistance.

Taiga had to bite her lips to keep from screaming when the stranger hiked up her skirt and forced his left hand down the front of her panties, brusquely rubbing against her sex. “Be quiet,” he hissed in her ear, using his middle finger to tease her lower lips. It angered Taiga that she could feel her body responding unconsciously to the man’s rough stimulation, acting like it was in the hands of her lover, instead of some nameless assailant.

“Y-you don’t like it when your victim fights back?” Taiga taunted with as much nerve as she could muster. “If I’d had a shinai, I-I’d thrash you…”

“Lucky for me you don’t then,” the raspy voice practically sneered. “If this is so bad, why are you getting wet?”

Taiga felt herself go red in embarrassment. She’d held out hope that her attacker wouldn’t notice, but it had been a foolish dream. “D-doesn’t mean I want this…”

“You should let your body talk for you,” the man replied as he slid his finger roughly inside her.

Taiga tried to muffle her moan before it escaped her lips but she couldn’t do it. She found herself squirming by reflex as the solitary digit forced its way into her. She clenched her teeth and screwed her eyes shut, but she couldn’t block out the stimulation from reaching her brain, pleasure and shame warring for dominance. Her forehead rested against the wall as the man continued to slide his finger in and out of her, her cleft getting wetter as her body welcomed the intruder. Taiga could feel short breaths hissing through her teeth as the knot of tension slowly began to tighten.

Taiga let out a gasp when the man began to grind his prick against her ass, the hardness obvious even through both of their clothes. Through the waves that were flowing through her, she dimly realized that the stranger had let go of her breasts and had moved his hand to his pants, the faint sound of him unzipping surprisingly loud in her ears. The man abruptly ceased his fingering, easing his soaking digit out of her before he took hold of the front of her drenched panties and with a savage tug ripped them off of her body. Without giving her a chance to react, he lifted the back of her skirt up and roughly shoved his rampant prick between her lower lips.

“Ooaaahh!”

Taiga bit her lip to end the cry she let out at the intrusion, and the only sound she let out was a deep whimper as the entire length of the stranger slid home. Without hesitation he pulled his hips back and savagely pushed himself back into her, driving her against the wall. She couldn’t suppress the cry when the man took hold of her, his left arm over her chest, his hand roughly squeezing her breasts through her shirt while his right hand held her hips. He rested his chin on her shoulders and Taiga could hear him grunting roughly as he relentlessly hammered into her.

Taiga tried to block it all out, but the man’s prick was touching her in all the right places, stretching her slick walls, every bump and vein sending sparks up her spine. Her hands began to grip at the wall as she started to push back to meet the thrusts, loving how it felt when he bottomed out. Taiga began panting, her fingernails scratching the paint on the walls as the man claimed her, kissing her on the base of the neck. The ferocity and intensity of the experience was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, and she let the man hurriedly push her towards orgasm.

“T-Tiger…” the man rasped as he went rigid, a rush of silken warmth rushing deep into her.

“D-don’t call me that…” Taiga groaned as the sudden heat pushed her over the edge. She felt her legs go weak and she slumped against the wall as her body shook, a moan rattling at the back of her throat as she was supported by the man, his strong hands keeping her from falling. Taiga leaned against the wall for a few minutes as she tried to catch her breath, her legs gradually regaining their strength.

“M-Ms. Fujimura… Are you okay?” a concerned voice whispered in her left ear.

Taiga turned her head and looked into the concerned eyes of Issei Ryudo, the student council president. She gave him a weak smile. “Yes Issei, I’m fine.” She leaned her head towards him and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

“But-but it was so… rough…” he murmured, his cheeks going red as he thought about what he’d said and done. “You could have been hurt!”

Smiling patiently, Taiga reassured the distraught young man. “Haven’t I told you I’ll let you know if I want you to stop?”

“Yes…”

“Didn’t I ASK you to do this?”

“Yes, but-”

“But nothing, Issei-kun,” Taiga interrupted. “It’s fun doing things like that, you seemed to like it too.”

Issei looked even more embarrassed. “T-that’s true, but…” He trailed off, his arguments faltering, as usual.

Taiga gave him another kiss, then gently pushed him away, reaching into her pockets and taking out some Kleenex, giving some to Issei to clean himself and using the rest for herself.

As he idly wiped his flaccid member and zipped himself back up, Issei gave his teacher and lover a long glance; she looked completely unflustered by anything that had happened. Not the semi-violent nature of the act, or that what they were doing was illegal, unprofessional, unethical, and maybe even fattening. He was the student council president, and he planned to be a monk, he should have been setting a better example, but he continued to submit to his base desires.

The young man found that it was a constant struggle, more difficult than any scholastic endeavor would ever be. There was the part of him that wanted to devote himself to what made man better, inspired them to great heights, and what pushed them to discover what was good in the universe.

Then there was the part of him that was interested in becoming a monk…

Issei felt guilty even as he completed the thought. As he caught Taiga giving him a contented, and mischievous, smile and moving towards him, Issei thought back to how this had all started. It had been less than a year, but to the young man it seemed like a lifetime ago.

***

“Issei-kun, have you seen Emiya-kun?”

Issei stopped mid-step on the stairs and looked up to see Ms. Fujimura coming towards him. “Sorry, I haven’t,” he replied. “Did you look in the student council room? I think he was fixing a fan…”

Taiga shook her head. “I was just there, he’d already finished.”

“What’s this about?”

“I’m not going to be able to make it for dinner tonight,” Taiga explained as she came alongside the young man. “I don’t want him waiting for me while the food gets co- Ahhh!” Letting out a surprised yelp, Taiga fell forward as her foot slipped off the edge of a step.

Without hesitating, Issei grabbed her wrist and took hold of the railing, letting out a pained grunt at the sudden shock load to his shoulders. She twisted around so she was facing him, but he managed to stop her from tumbling down, and he let go of the railing and grabbed her other arm, bracing himself so she wouldn’t hit her head.

When the movement stopped, Taiga had ended up on her back on the stairs, and Issei let out a relieved sigh, grateful that she didn’t look like she was hurt; she was gritting her teeth a little and hissing, but it could have been a lot worse. “Ms. Fujimura, are you… okay…?” He trailed off as his eyes were drawn like a magnet to her waist. Her dress had been flung upward, giving him an unobstructed view of her white cotton panties. In spite of the circumstances, Issei could feel his cheeks going warm as he was treated to the enticing sight of his homeroom teacher’s underwear.

“Thanks Issei-kun,” Taiga breathed. “That could have… really… hurt…” She stopped talking as she noticed that her student had gone as stiff as a board, the whites of his eyes contrasting with his flushed face as he gazed down at her. Tracing his stare, Taiga ‘eeped’ and pulled her hands from his grasp and quickly pulled the skirt down to cover herself. “Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry!” Issei yelped, quickly lifting his eyes and stepping away, though he did extend a hand to help his teacher back up. When she took his hand, Issei pulled her up carefully, unable to look at her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Taiga replied, letting go of him and taking a moment to brush herself off, before giving Issei a close look. “What about you?”

“D-don’t worry about me, I’m okay,” Issei murmured, mentally debating if leaving right then would be too rude.

“I figured that,” Taiga told him with a nod. “You were okay enough that you could take the time to look at my panties…”

Issei blanched. “I didn’t mean it!” he squeaked. “It was an accident, you fell!”

“You could have caught me,” Taiga countered. “Wait, that wouldn’t have worked…”

“Yeah, it wouldn’t.” Issei let out a sigh of relief.

“You would have just felt me up if you’d done that.”

Issei just stood there, gawking at Taiga with a stricken look on his face. His mouth moved, but he could only make strangling noises as she glared at him and invaded his personal space, her nose inches from his.

“Issei…” Taiga growled menacingly.

“Y-yes Ms. Fujimura…?” he squeaked.

“Gotcha…”

Issei looked at her blankly as she leaned back against the wall and started laughing, tears in her eyes as she struggled to compose herself. “S-sorry Issei-kun,” she gasped when she managed to calm down. “But I couldn’t resist, the look on your face was priceless…” Her composure evaporated as she was gripped by laughter again.

Flustered, and knowing that he looked the part, Issei tried to express outrage. “That-that was unfair Ms. Fujimura,” he stammered, wishing he sounded more like an authority figure. ‘I’m supposed to be the student council president,’ he reminded himself. “Y-you had no right-”

“Relax Issei-kun,” Taiga interrupted him casually. “I was just having a little fun…”

“It wasn’t proper-”

“Don’t be so uptight Issei-kun,” she told him, the humor in her voice making him even more annoyed. “You should feel lucky.”

“Lucky?”

“Yeah, lucky.”

“Why?”

“All the boys in your class have wanted to see my panties, you got the chance.”

“W-who would want to see your panties?” Issei demanded.

Taiga blinked at that. “You’ve never wanted to see them?”

“No.”

“Is-is that true?” Taiga whispered, sounding upset.

‘Oh no, I’ve hurt her feelings,’ Issei realized, feeling like a jerk. “Ms. Fujimura… You’re an attractive woman, n-no one would deny that, but-”

“But you’re only interested in Tohsaka’s underwear, right?”

“No!”

“Really? Then who? Emiya-kun perhaps?”

Issei had a sudden urge to beat his head against the wall. “No! Especially not Emiya’s!”

Taiga gave him an imperious look. “No need to be rude,” she sniffed.

Feeling a tic by his left eye, Issei tried to figure out how to answer that without losing what little cool he had left. ‘I-I shouldn’t be getting worked up like this,’ he admonished himself. “Ms. Fujimura…”

Before he could finish what he started, Taiga looked down at her watch and let out a small cry. “I have to go! Sorry Issei-kun, we’ll chat again later. Remember to tell Emiya-kun what I told you, bye!” She picked up her bag and scrambled away, leaving a dumbfounded Issei staring after her.

“W-what was that?” Issei asked himself after a few minutes of stunned silence. He felt a strong urge to start swearing in frustration, but he stopped himself, embarrassed at his weakness. “Some monk,” he growled, disgusted at how he’d reacted, utterly failing to keep his form and composure. He felt himself blushing as he recalled the pristine whiteness of Taiga’s underwear, as unspoiled as new fallen snow. It was an entirely normal male response, but it was also a sign of his weakness.

Issei took a deep breath to regain his focus and push aside any thoughts about teachers who had the maturity level of preschoolers. Shaking his head and chuckling in spite of himself at how he’d reacted, Issei promised himself that he would spend more time that evening in meditation, to keep something like this from happening again. ‘Ms. Fujimura had her fun, I just have to get over it,’ he decided. ‘Besides, it’s not like this will happen again, right?’

***

When he finally succeeded in becoming a monk, and some young man asked him what the secret of life was, Issei Ryudo would pretend to contemplate, then tell him the most important piece of advice he knew:

Never, EVER tempt fate.

Why?

You’ll be sorry…

A reasonable man might have assumed that Taiga Fujimura had had her fun, and that she wouldn’t find a need to continue to tease Issei for her own amusement. But that only proved that a reasonable man had never actually met her.

The very next day Issei had been the first student in the classroom when Ms. Fujimura walked in; she’d set down her bag and walked over to his desk. “Good morning Issei-kun…”

“Good Morning Ms. Fuj-GAH!” Issei fell out of his chair when his teacher brazenly reached down and hiked up her skirt. Flailing wildly and closing his eyes, he hit the ground hard. Hissing as the wind was knocked out of him. “W-what’re you doing?!” he slurred.

“That doesn’t look very comfortable…”

“You think?” he shot back.

“Then why are you down there?” Taiga asked sweetly.

“Because you… flashed…” Issei’s anger dissipated as he belatedly realized that under her skirt, his teacher was wearing, “B-bloomers…?”

“You sound disappointed…”

Once again, Issei found himself unable to respond coherently, staring up stupidly at Taiga as she dropped her skirt. He grumbled to himself about challenges on the path to enlightenment, refusing her outstretched hand as he got back to his feet. Opening his book with the intention of ignoring her till the class started he went to sit back down. “It doesn’t matter to me what you have on,” he muttered. “I really don’t care.”

“There’s a thong under the bloomers.”

Issei slipped off the chair and ended up on his butt. Wincing at the pain, he gave Taiga a horrified look. “Are-are you…?”

“Attractive? Alluring? Sexy? Availa-”

“Insane!”

“I’m not the one who keeps falling out of his chair,” Taiga pointed out.

Any response Issei might have used was forever silenced when the bane of his existence, Rin Tohsaka, walked into the class, looking for Ms. Fujimura. She stopped and stared at the odd sight of the student council president sprawled on the floor. “Are you okay Ryudo?”

Humiliated at looking so foolish in front of his nemesis, Issei struggled to salvage his dignity. “I’m fine, thanks.” With all the grace he could muster, and ignoring his throbbing tailbone, he got back to his feet. “I just stumbled.”

“He had someone on his mind,” Taiga added.

Not wanting to give his teacher the satisfaction of flinching, Issei sat down and opened his book and tried to focus on the words on the page. It took him five minutes to notice that the book was upside down.

When other students began to file into the classroom, Issei heard none of the usual gossip, not even noticing Rin’s departure, trying to refocus his thoughts. And while he would have pulled out his own fingernails before admitting it, part of his mind kept trying to picture Taiga in a thong.

That had been bad enough, but it wasn’t even close to being the end of his ordeal. He’d gotten away from Taiga for the rest of the day by practically bolting from the class, trying not to feel ashamed by his pathetic retreat from the field. The next day he purposely delayed his arrival to her class until there were a few other students, and he smiled inwardly at outwitting Ms. Fujimura.

In retrospect, he really should have known better.

While walking through the halls, he absently noticed Ms. Fujimura walking towards him but he paid her no mind. That it, until she brushed up against him as she passed; that wouldn’t have been odd in a crowded hallway, but there was no one else around. And Taiga had been on the other side of the hall. Issei practically molded himself to the wall, his bag slipping from numb fingers, and the blood draining from his face.

“Issei-kun?” Taiga asked innocently. “Is something wrong? You dropped your bag…”

“Y-you… you… too close…” he babbled.

Taiga frowned. “I’m sorry Issei-kun, but I can’t understand you. Maybe you should see the nurse.” She gave him a winning smile and walked away, leaving him to try to gather his thoughts and pick up his bag.

It didn’t get any easier as the days went on; without fail Taiga would brush up against him when they passed, even growing bold enough to do it when there were other students around. She somehow managed to do it without attracting attention from anyone else, and more than once Issei wondered if the other students had all gone blind, or if it was a great conspiracy.

It was worse when they were on the stairs; she’d always pass too close to him, but if they were alone, she’d hike up her skirt. Not all the way up, but enough for Issei to realize that Ms. Fujimura had very nice legs, with excellent muscle tone. ‘Must be all that kendo,’ he caught himself thinking once, before he violently stomped over that thought. Issei couldn’t even protest, as the closeness always left him momentarily flustered, and she was gone before his higher reasoning could reassert itself.

‘I’ll just have to try to avoid her.’

***

Avoiding Taiga had worked.

For almost two days.

The student council office had proven to be a great place to lay low, the only time he couldn’t use it was when Shirou was repairing something and needed privacy. Issei had been confident that he’d be safe from Taiga there; it had been nice while it lasted.

After the end of a council meeting, while Issei and a few other members were just loitering, he looked up and saw his newest nemesis brazenly approaching. “There you are Issei-kun, I’ve been looking all over for you…”

“What is it Ms. Fujimura?” Issei was a little surprised, but since he wasn’t alone, he didn’t feel that he was at risk.

“I just wanted to ask you, what did you think about what I showed you the other day?”

The young man nearly fell out of his chair. “W-what…?” he squeaked.

“You know,” she reminded him sweetly. “The plans for the school festival?”

“The school festival?” one of the other council members asked.

“Yes, Issei seemed entranced by them, but I wanted to make sure,” she replied, moving so that she was next to him, so only he could see her face. “I’d… kind of like to see you down there, Issei-kun…” Taiga trailed off, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. “…at the festival.”

“Oh, you will Ms. Fujimura,” the vice president assured her earnestly. “We’ll make sure of that.”

No one except Taiga seemed to notice that Issei went pale as a ghost, his mouth opening, but no sound coming out.

“Glad to hear that.” Taiga chirped. “Issei-kun, you look like a real hands-on kind of guy, and I hope I’ll see you getting busy down there. And I don’t just mean lip service… I really want to see you with your hands full.”

The council’s secretary/treasurer piped up. “Oh, for sure Issei! I’d love to see you down there too! I’ll be taking pictures for the school paper, and it’ll be great to get photos of you down there!”

Taiga winked and blew Issei a kiss. “Can’t wait… I’ve got to go, if you’ll excuse me…” She walked briskly out of the room, not appearing to notice the commotion when the council members finally noticed that the president had slumped forward, his mind deciding that being unconscious was the best reaction.

***

Issei walked nervously through the hallways, as jumpy as a flea on a hot griddle. For over a week Taiga Fujimura had been invading his personal space, showing off her legs and using all sorts of innuendo in front of him, being careful to make it sound innocent, but they both knew what she really meant. He tried to push all impure thoughts out of his head, he was training to become a monk after all, but the harder he tried, the more they dug in and held.

“That woman is a curse!” he seethed under his breath. “She’s a demon, a devil. Temptation in human form…” At that point, Issei was starting to view Rin as the less problematic of the two women. ‘I have to figure out something or I’ll have to change schools. This is insane! She could end up-’

The thought died abruptly as the devil came around the corner less than thirty feet in front of him. Not hesitating for a second, Issei sprang towards the nearest door, opened it and slipped into the room, holding it shut behind him. “Safe,” he murmured. “There’s no danger… in… here…?”

There was an awful silence as Issei belatedly noticed several opened and closed toilet stalls, and a disturbing lack of urinals. He found his eyes meeting the shocked and surprised eyes of half a dozen girls in the washroom, the looks on their faces quickly moving towards outrage.

“R-Ryudo…?” Rin’s astonished voice sounded out softly, before an enraged bellow replaced it.

“Issei, you PERVERT!”

Unsuccessfully dodging several thrown objects, the humiliated student council president scrambled out of the woman’s washroom, trying to bolt through the hall but tripping and falling flat on his face.

“Issei-kun? What are you doing?”

He glanced up and saw Taiga looking down at him, a scandalized expression on her face.

“Are you that desperate to see women’s underwear? If so, why haven’t you been trying to see mine?”

As the cries of outrage from the washroom and the laughter of his peers rang in his ears, Issei Ryudo could do nothing but wonder why God was testing him.

***

Issei liked to think that he was pretty even tempered, but even he had his limits. He’d struggled to maintain his composure when he’d had to explain himself to the principal, that he’d simply made an honest, if stupid, mistake. It was embarrassing, but he wasn’t going to admit that he was avoiding Ms. Fujimura; accusing her of untoward behavior probably wouldn’t work, and she’d been careful to avoid doing anything in front of witnesses.

The principal had accepted his apology, even though it has taken the better part of an hour to convince him, and Issei found himself walking across an empty courtyard, the other students and teachers long gone. He absently wiped his brow in the hot, sultry air, a menacing thunderhead promising a violent break from the week long heat wave. But even if it had been mid winter, Issei would still have been steaming, upset and angry over how Taiga had been acting around him of late. ‘Can’t she show any maturity?’ he wondered. ‘She’s a teacher, Emiya’s guardian. I’m amazed he grew up to be normal with her in his life…’

Issei took a deep breath and gave his head a disgusted shake; it wasn’t right, him thinking like this. He still wished to become a monk, and they were supposed to be the paragon of patience and temperament. ‘This is merely a test for me, a chance to prove that I have what it takes. I should thank Taiga for the chance to discover my weakness.’ Issei kept that thought for almost two seconds before snorting in disgust.

“Why is she doing this?!” he raged, making a few pedestrians on the sidewalk recoil in surprise. Issei hadn’t wanted to go back to the temple with his thoughts in such disarray, he felt it would be tainting somehow, so he’d decided to walk through the city, despite the threatening skies. He continued to walk aimlessly, the chaotic thoughts slowly fading into the background, almost as if they were generated by the school. Issei found this fitting, as that was the only place where he encountered the new bane of his existence, Ms. Taiga Fujimura.

“Ah-choooo!”

“Bless you,” Issei murmured.

“Thanks Issei-kun,” a horrifyingly familiar voice replied from behind him.

“M-Ms. Fujimura?” Issei yelped, whipping around to find his tormentor wiping her nose with a Kleenex. “What are you doing here?”

“I was running some errands,” she told him. “I don’t live at school, I do have a life. Sort of…”

“You’re lying!” Issei snarled, knowing that he was losing his cool but having too much frustration to keep it bottled up anymore. “You’re teasing me, even on my own time!”

“Teasing?” Taiga replied innocently.

“Yeah, being close to me, showing your legs, all of that! You’re worse than Rin, you’re a demon!” Issei accused.

“I wasn’t teasing, I was just having fun,” Taiga pouted. “I thought monks were supposed to have thicker skin…”

“I’ve seen hell because of you!” A flash of lightning emphasized his words, a loud rumbling following shortly after.

“Going into the woman’s washroom upset you that much? I didn’t know you were like that-”

“I’m not!” Issei practically shrieked, his face going scarlet in embarrassment. “And you’re still doing it!”

“I just came to pick up some groceries, see?” Taiga held up two bags as proof. “I didn’t even think I’d see you.”

Out of the corner of his eye Issei noticed some pedestrians gawking at him and his teacher with frank interest. ‘She’s getting me worked up again,’ he realized. ‘I need to calm down.’ “M-Ms. Fujimura, I’m not really angry at you, but, but could you please stop?” he implored her.

“It’s that upsetting?”

Biting off a snappy retort, Issei kept to the high road. “It is,” he calmly explained. “And it’s probably not something you should be doing.”

“Issei – aw NUTS!” Taiga let out a disgusted cry when the rain started.

Issei was surprised; unlike most rains, this one hadn’t slowly built up, one moment it wasn’t raining, the next was a downpour. ‘It hit quicker than I thought,’ he realized. He looked up and down the sidewalk, but there weren’t many places he could take shelter.

“C’mon Issei, we’ll get soaked if we stay here!” Taiga grabbed his arm and practically dragged him into an alley, pulling him under a fire escape which offered some respite from the elements.

Issei let himself get taken to the shelter, not relishing more time being close to Taiga, but at the same time he wasn’t dressed for the rain and he’d end up drenched if he stayed out in the open. He frowned when he got under the makeshift shelter, there wasn’t a lot of room and Ms. Fujimura was closer to him than he liked. Issei even considered making a run for some other refuge, but the rain was coming down so hard he couldn’t even see the sidewalk, and he’d be soaked to the skin if he ventured out. Looking over at his companion, he saw her set down her bags and run her hands through her short hair to clear away some of the water.

“Good thing we got out of that, right Issei-kun?”

“Yeah,” Issei grunted, not wanting to talk to her, but too polite to completely ignore her.

The two of them stayed there and watched the rain fall, the occasional flash of lightning and rumble of thunder giving emphasis to the ferocity of the storm. A few nearby lightning strikes made Issei flinch, even though he knew the chances of getting hit were low. After several minutes of silence, Taiga looked over at him and asked why he was being so quiet.

“I don’t feel like talking.”

“Why?”

“Why?” he scoffed. “You’ve been driving me up the wall at school, and I don’t want to deal with it on my own time.”

“Just because I was having a little fun with you?”

“Fun? You’ve delighted in taunting me, just because I accidentally saw your panties!”

“You’re still hung up on that?”

“Me? You’re the one who keeps bringing it up!” Issei could feel that he was getting flustered and riled up, but for the first time he felt he had enough privacy to respond properly.

“So you saw my underwear, big deal,” Taiga casually dismissed his concerns. “Most boys would be thankful.”

“I shouldn’t have seen them!” Issei practically yelped. “And you shouldn’t have acted like you did.”

“You-you think I’m unattractive?” Taiga asked quietly, a hurt look in her eyes.

Issei swallowed once, his eyes flicking over to see if was still raining too hard to head out. “N-no…” he stammered. “Y-you’re good looking, but-but… Why does that matter?” He could feel his heart racing, and he was shivering from the cold chill in the air and the adrenalin flowing through his system. “I-I’m uncomfortable with you doing what you’ve been doing.”

“Are you sure you like girls?” Taiga got right in his face, her nose inches from his own.

“Yes! But I’m going to be a monk…” Issei found himself staring into Taiga’s eyes, limpid pools he felt like he could fall into and drown. Not for the first time he remembered hearing his fellow male students talking about how beautiful Ms. Fujimori was, and Issei wasn’t going to claim otherwise. He’d been thinking about that far more than was healthy for someone in his position, his baser instincts having risen to greater prominence since the first incident.

For a few seconds there was only the sound of the rain as they stared into each others eyes; Taiga then took hold of Issei’s head with her hands and crushed her lips to his, her tongue forcing its way between his lips. Issei resisted for only a fraction of a second before he grabbed Taiga’s slender waist and pushed her against the wall, never breaking the kiss as he held himself against her. She moved her arms to hold him around his neck and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, grinding herself against his rapidly hardening prick.

Water was now dripping from the gap between the fire escape and the side of the building, and a few streams of water fell onto Taiga’s head, wetting her hair and trickling down the side of her neck, making her gasp. Breaking the kiss Issei moved his lips to the side of her throat, kissing and licking the chilled skin, rubbing himself between her legs, the warmth apparent even through his pants. Taiga took hold of his collar and pulled it open, kissing and biting him none too gently along the junction of his neck and shoulders, making him cry out in surprise.

Issei froze for a moment when he felt Taiga move a hand to the button of his pants, managing to open it with one hand and struggle to undo the zipper. After a few seconds she succeeded, holding onto him as she unclasped her legs and stood again, pulling his pants open and pushing his underwear down, his rampant prick springing free. Pushing past his earlier hesitation Issei reached up under Taiga’s dress and took hold of her panties, brusquely pulling them down her gorgeous legs.

Taiga let the simple white garment slide down her legs to her ankles, stepping out of them before she grasped Issei around the neck again and clasped her legs around his waist. She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him hungrily as she reached down and took hold of his hard-on, guiding the tip so that it was pushing against her warm, sopping wet lips. She broke the kiss and moved her lips to Issei’s left ear, blowing in it softly and biting the fleshy earlobe. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

Thrusting his hips forward as hard as he could, Issei followed her instructions to the letter; he hissed sharply as he fed more and more of his prick into Taiga’s snug, wet passage. When he’d forced his entire length inside his homeroom teacher, he paused to savor the indescribable heat and tightness he felt gripping him. He would have been happy to stay like that indefinitely, but Taiga’s desperate squirming, clearly telling him to keep going, broke him out of his reverie. Pulling his head back so he could see her face, Issei eased his hips back until only the head of his cock was inside her before forcing himself back in.

“Ahhhh!”

Taiga cried out and tried to throw her head back, but the wall she was pressed against meant the she and Issei never broke eye contact. She tightened her hold on his waist with her legs as she tried to move herself to counter Issei’s thrusts. She shook her head roughly to fling some of the water off of her hair as the young man continued to hammer his iron hard tool into her soaking pussy.

“Unnh… Unhh… Uhhh…”

Issei grunted harshly as he slammed into Taiga again and again, feeling her grab at him as he moved inside her, as if trying to keep him either in or out of her. A sudden stream of water trickling onto the back of his neck and down his collar made him gasp in surprise, but it didn’t affect his rhythm. Leaning forward he eagerly kissed Taiga, their tongues thrashing and dueling with each other as their movements grew more frantic.

A blinding flash and an almost simultaneous thunder crack did nothing to deter the young man and woman desperately engaging in a carnal act under a flimsy shelter; if asked, neither would have recalled the near miss. All that Issei was aware of was a maddening desire to finish, and curiosity of what Taiga’s face would look like when she climaxed. After countless minutes he felt her go rigid, her kegel muscles suddenly gripping him tightly, a groan rattling from his throat even though they never broke the kiss. Issei then felt the world spin as his balls tightened up and all the tension that had been building up was released in a heartbeat. He felt three warm jets of his seed fire deep into Taiga’s pussy, his legs going weak as he slumped forward, somehow managing to keep himself upright.

Breaking the kiss Issei’s head slumped forward, his forehead resting on the wet bricks as he heard Taiga’s deep breathing next to his ear. Turning his head, he placed soft kisses on the side of her neck, tasting both her sweat and the cold rain water, using his head to nuzzle hers. The faint smell of ozone wafted into his nose, but it was overwhelmed but the scent of his own sweat and Taiga’s wet hair. In the back of his mind he knew he should be feeling troubled over what had happened, but at that moment all he wanted was to feel her trembling in his arms, her soft, indistinct murmuring in his ear the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. He stayed motionless for some time, listening to her and the sound of the falling rain, until she cleared her throat and unclasped her legs, clearly wanting to be let go. Issei made sure her feet were on the ground before he let her go and pulled back, his sticky prick slipping out of her.

“Give me a moment to clean up Issei.” Taiga told him as she opened her purse, taking out some tissues, handing him a few and after hiking up her skirt using the rest to wipe herself off.

Feeling embarrassed, as well as a cold draft, Issei began to clean his flaccid member, idly glancing around and belatedly wondering if anyone had seen them. ‘You weren’t so shy a few minutes ago,’ he told himself. As fast as he could, he cleaned himself and stuffed himself back into his boxers and pants, zipping up and running his hands through his wet hair. He glanced down and noticed something in a puddle. “Uh, Ms. Fujimura, your panties…”

Glancing down to where he was pointing, Taiga gave her discarded underwear a disdainful look. “Forget it, I’m not putting those back on. Just leave them…”

“Okay…” Issei found himself wondering if it was proper for her to go without underwear, but he grimaced in disgust at himself; considering what had already happened, Taiga not wearing panties seemed like a minor worry.

“It looks like the rain’s stopping,” Taiga remarked, cutting into Issei’s thoughts. “Come with me Issei, you carry my groceries, and I’ll put your clothes in the dryer, and let you have a bath.”

“Ms. Fujimura-”

“Hurry up, before the rain picks up again.” She stepped out from under the shelter and started walking briskly, leaving Issei behind without a second thought. After watching her all the way to the sidewalk, Issei picked up the bags she’d left behind and scurried after her, having to walk quickly to catch up.

As he struggled to keep up with his teacher, Issei had more time to consider what he’d done; Taiga was his teacher, he was a student, and he was planning on becoming a monk. That was bad enough, but she was the guardian of his best friend, and that brought a whole other level of wrongness to the encounter. ‘What am I going to do?’ Issei asked himself. ‘I shouldn’t have done that, but, but-’ He cursed his own weakness, but he knew that he hadn’t wanted it to stop.

Issei was still trying to reconcile what had happened when they reached Taiga’s home; she opened the gate and stepped through, Issei following after a brief hesitation. Letting herself in, she gestured for him to enter, closing the door and taking the bags from him. “Thanks Issei. The bath’s down the hall, just leave your clothes in the hall and I’ll put ‘em in the dryer.”

“Ms. Fujimura, I… we…” Issei could feel himself blushing, and he couldn’t even think of what to say.

“Hurry up, you’ll catch a cold,” Taiga insisted, practically shoving him down the hall. “I can’t have you missing school because of me.”

Unable to think of an effective reply, Issei simply made his way toward the bath, meekly following her instructions. After undressing and leaving his clothes in a pile outside the door, he rinsed himself off and filled the bath, slipping into its warm depths, letting out a relieved sigh. Despite the circumstances, he was thankful for the hot soak, the cold having seeped into his bones, but he’d been too distracted to notice earlier. But even as his body relaxed, his mind was still a maelstrom of uncertainty and conflicting emotions. What had happened in the alley was wrong, and he knew it, but it had been so wonderful that he was having trouble staying upset. He hadn’t planned on doing it, but he hadn’t put up much resistance either.

‘Is it really so bad?’ he asked himself. ‘No one got hurt, and I know a monk shouldn’t, but I’m not a monk yet…’ Issei gnashed his teeth in frustration and then instantly regretted yet another loss of control. “Ms. Fujimura seems to have that effect on me,” he mused. “I thought Tohsaka was a problem, but she’s got nothing on her…”

His musing were cut short when the bathroom door opened and the source of his internal conflicts walked in wearing only a towel, which she carelessly discarded as she made her way to the bath. Issei felt his eyes go wide as his gaze shamelessly traced its way over Taiga’s body, from her long shapely legs, her narrow waist, to her ample breasts to the warm smile she wore. He tried to object, but he couldn’t make himself speak, incoherent gibberish coming out of his mouth as his teacher stepped gracefully into the bath, sat next to him and leaned on him.

Ceasing his idiotic babbling, Issei stayed motionless, not wanting to push Taiga away but not wanting to encourage her either. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as she pressed her body against his, her head leaning against his, the smell of rain wafting from her hair into his nose. ‘Wh-what do I do?!’ he asked himself in a near panic. He felt embarrassment grip him as his body reacted to the contact, his prick went rigid, and he was dismayed to realize he could see it underwater.

After a few tense seconds where Issei was too scared to move or speak, Taiga moved her head from his shoulder, making him let out a relieved breath, only to nearly yelp when she kissed him hungrily. He was aghast to feel himself respond to the kiss, almost against his will, but he couldn’t hold back a groan when she gripped his shaft under the water and began to stroke him. Taking hold of her in his arms, Issei ran his hands up and down her back, exploring every curve with his fingertips. When Taiga broke off the kiss and stood up, he tried to stand up to kiss her again, but she pushed him back down and stood between his legs, her breasts tantalizingly close to his lips. Feeling bolder than he ever had in his life, Issei stuck out his tongue and gently flicked her right nipple, feeling it instantly harden.

Taiga threw back her head and cried out, her fingers twisting in Issei’s hair and clasping him to her chest, clearly wanting more. So he gave her more; taking the hard nub between his lips, he sucked eagerly on it, holding it between his teeth and trilling it with his tongue. He detached himself from her breast and dragged his tongue along the valley between her full mounds and ran his tongue around the other one, tracing the outside of the areola. Issei waited until he heard her whimper in frustration before all but attacking her nipple, kissing, licking, and sucking as if his life depended on it.

Issei closed his eyes and groaned when Ms. Fujimura reached under the water with her right hand and took hold of his rigid tool, effortlessly stroking him and making his senses reel. He ran his own right hand over her skin, lightly caressing her until his hand was just over her soft patch of pubic hair. After taking a breath to marshal his courage, Issei gently ran his middle finger along the moist junction where Taiga’s lower lips joined. He heard the breath catch in her throat and after she pulled his head tighter to his chest, he slowly eased his longest finger into her, amazed at hot and tight she was.

‘How did I ever fit in?’ Issei found himself wondering. ‘I can barely move my finger.’ She may have been up to her inner thighs in hot water, but Taiga’s body felt even hotter. She gripped his finger as he slid it in and out of her almost to the third knuckle, the ample wetness the only thing that made movement possible. Taiga stroked him faster in response. Her arm was making ripples appear on the surface of the water, the hot liquid swirling around the swollen head of his prick when she pulled the hood of skin back. Issei felt the tension start to rise when, without warning, she ceased her efforts, prompting him to whine in disappointment.

Taiga moved his hand away from her and took hold of his head with both her hands, kissing him frantically as she pulled him to his feet and forced him to stand. Once he was upright again, she pushed him back and made him sit down on the edge of the bath; when he was seated she stepped closer to him and eased her right leg over the edge, sitting in his lap and wrapping her left leg around his waist. She hooked her ankles together behind him and pulled herself towards him, taking hold of his cock with her right hand and guiding the head of it between her wet lips, moaning as it slowly squeezed its way into her.

Crying out at the rush of warmth, Issei reflexively pushed his hips forward, taking hold of Taiga and pulling her tight against him, hissing in pleasure as his entire length was nestled inside her. She seized his lips again and forced her tongue into his mouth as he pushed her back a little before yanking her back towards him, forcing his prick back into her. They kissed frantically, both of them trying to suck on the tongue of the other as they continued to writhe together, Taiga holding tight onto Issei’s shoulders, her fingernails starting to dig in. She then broke off the kiss and moved her head next to his, taking Issei’s earlobe between her teeth and gently biting it, making him shudder as her warm breath washed against his ear.

Faster and faster the two of them moved together, an almost desperate need pushing them both; Issei hadn’t been surprised this time, but he’d felt even less motivated to resist, eagerly anticipating the release at the end. Taiga’s fingernails were digging into his shoulders, but Issei continued to pull her against him as hard as he could, loving the way she sounded when he bottomed out inside her. Her nipples were pressed into his chest, their fullness massaging him with every move that she made, driving Issei nearly mad.

This time he was able to feel himself approaching the edge, and he moved as rapidly as he could, wanting to push the both of them over. “Uhhh… Uhhh… Annhh… T-Tiger…” Issei gasped as he felt himself fire off a volley of his essence deep into his teacher’s womb. “Ohhh… OW!” He let out a shout when he felt Taiga’s fingernails raking bloody trails as she dragged her hands along his shoulders, combined with a sharp pain when she bit his collar bone.

Through the sudden haze of pain, Issei felt Taiga’s pussy gripping his prick, her body shaking as she was rocked by an orgasm. She shuddered for a few moments as she kept her teeth clamped on him, finally letting go and panting hard, sweat rolling down her forehead. However, Issei was startled when Taiga went nose to nose with him, an angry scowl twisting her lovely features. “Don’t call me ‘Tiger!’” she hissed.

“I-I’m sorry,” he gasped, feeling embarrassed and apologetic.

“Next time you call me that, I might bite something else,” she cooed menacingly before kissing him again.

“N-next time?” Issei stammered after Taiga broke off the kiss. “What do you mean, ‘next time?’”

Taiga looked at him blankly. “You don’t want to do this again?”

“No! Yes! I-I mean-” Issei couldn’t figure out what to say, the part of his mind that was saying they’d done something wrong arguing with the part that wanted more; the internal argument left him a flustered, babbling wreck.

“You’re really cute when you’re confused,” Taiga told him with a naughty look, separating from him and slipping back into the bath.

Issei slipped back into the water a few moment later, idly cleaning himself off and feeling guilty for sullying the water. He still didn’t know what to say when leaned against him, kissed his cheek and let out a contented sigh. In a daze he would faintly recall sitting with her for a while before they both got out of the tub and dried off, Taiga giving him his now dry clothes, seeing him to the door and kissing him goodbye before leaving him outside. The rain had stopped and Issei walked home under a clear, darkening sky as he made his way to the temple and tried to purify himself and clear his mind. But despite his efforts he still saw Taiga’s face twisted in ecstasy just before he fell asleep.

***

Issei shook his head to bring himself back to the present and stop thinking about the past. He belatedly noticed that Taiga had moved past him and locked the door to the classroom. “What do you want…?”

“Give me your underwear.”

Issei did a double take. “Beg pardon?”

“I said, give me your underwear.”

“Why?”

Taiga leaned against the wall and gave him a half-lidded smile. “Maybe I’m going to take them home and try them on. Maybe I’m going to keep them in my desk. Maybe I just get hot thinking about you walking around without them. Maybe you should quit asking questions and give them to me.”

Knowing that he’d never be able to convince her otherwise, Issei slipped out of his shoes, removed his pants, and eased his boxers down his legs, laying them on a desk. He then quickly redressed, feeling awkward as he rubbed up against his pants, before he gave his underwear to his teacher, who smiled at his compliance. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he told her again for the umpteenth time, having lost exact count long ago.

“I didn’t make you show up today,” she reminded him.

Issei knew that was true and couldn’t respond to that, fidgeting as his pants began to chafe. She’d told him they could break it off anytime he said so, and he had tried many times, but he always ended up coming back for more.

“I don’t think you should wear underwear anymore,” Taiga told him, interrupting his thoughts. “I like having only one layer between us.”

“No,” he refused as forcefully as could make himself. “I have enough trouble changing for P.E. already, I can’t deal with that.” Issei idly rubbed one of the bite marks on his chest through his clothing. To keep from having explain them, he’d taken to changing late, making up some reason to be delayed. Not having underwear would be an even bigger headache.

Issei HAD missed a day of school once, but it hadn’t been due to bite marks; he’d called in sick one Wednesday morning and not gone in. The secretary who’d taken his message hadn’t noticed that Ms. Fujimura had also called in sick less than a minute earlier. ‘We did spend the day in bed,’ Issei recalled, ‘But I don’t think it could be called bed-rest…’

“Very well,” Taiga pouted, but Issei was sure he hadn’t heard the last of this.

“We-we need to stop doing this,” he murmured. “Today was the last time, okay?”

“Okay,” Taiga replied, unlocking the door and heading back to her desk to gather up some papers. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard this, and she sounded like she didn’t think it’d be the last. But as her student reached the door she called out to him. “Issei?”

He paused at the doorway. “Yes?”

“There’s a staff meeting tomorrow, it’ll keep us all busy,” she explained. “But the next day, I’ll be staying late…”

Issei didn’t reply or even look back, he just strode into the hall and down the stairs, making his way out of the school.

But as he walked through the school yard, he was already thinking of what he could do to kill time after school in two days.

End of Training

This was pre-read by Rx7 and Fatuous One.

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