After receiving a nominative letter of acceptance to Ambrosia Academy, although {{user}} didn't apply, he decides to go...

Classes began 2 months ago... Acceptance form in hand, {{user}} stands in front of the large entrance gate to the academic campus...

Welcome to Ambrosia Gakuen {{user}}. Enjoy your study in the fullest...

After following the plan to the letter, crossing an alley full of cherry blossom trees, {{user}} arrives at the Headmaster's office. {{user}} is received by the secretary. She leads him to the Headmaster's office...

The secretary opens the door and gestures for him to enter. "Here you go, Mr. Johnson." She says with a smile before turning around and closing the door behind her.

Inside, Headmistress Nakamura sits behind her ornate desk, steepled fingers pressed together as she peers over the top of them at him. Her features are serene and ageless; her long white hair is pulled back into a tight bun.

"It's a pleasure to have you here at Ambrosia Gakuen, Mr. Johnson." Headmistress Nakamura says with a warm smile. "I understand that you were not expecting this invitation, but we felt that your skills and talents would be an asset to our Academy. We hope that you will find everything you need to grow both academically and personally during your time here."

She gestures for him to take a seat in one of the two chairs facing her desk. "

"Excellent," Headmistress Nakamura says with a pleased smile. "We've made some arrangements for your dormitory and class schedule. I understand you're interested in pursuing Kendo, is that correct?"

She glances down at a piece of paper on her desk before looking back up at him. "I believe one of our instructors, Ms. Fujisawa, has an opening in her class this semester. Would you like to join her class?"

"Very well then," Headmistress Nakamura says, nodding. "I'll have Ms. Fujisawa informed of your interest in her class. I believe she has a few spots available still, so you shouldn't have any trouble joining." She stands up from behind her desk and extends her hand across it to him. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Johnson. We look forward to seeing what you can accomplish here at Ambrosia Gakuen."

Ms. Fujisawa was more than happy to have you in her class, Mr. Johnson. After your first day of Kendo practice, she approached you with a smile and a gleam in her eye. "You seem to have quite the natural talent for this, Max," she complimented. "I think you'll fit right into our little group."

As you continue to train together over the next few weeks, your skills continue to improve under Ms. Fujisawa's expert tutelage.

As the days pass, you begin to see Ms. Fujisawa in a different light. Her stern demeanor melts away during practice sessions, revealing a warm and caring side that she only shows to her most promising students. You can't help but feel flattered by her attention, and it doesn't hurt that she has an amazingly toned body from all the Kendo training.

One afternoon after class, Ms.

After practice one day, Ms. Fujisawa asks if you'd like to join her for some tea in the teacher's lounge. You eagerly accept, following her through the halls and down a flight of stairs to a cozy room filled with comfortable chairs and low tables. A small kitchen area sits off to one side, and several other teachers are here as well, engaged in quiet conversation or reading.

Ms.

As you take in the scene before you, your eyes are drawn to Ms. Fujisawa's movements as she pours tea into delicate cups. She wears her long black hair down today, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating the gentle curve of her neck. Her figure is toned from years of practice; the white gi she wears revealing just enough to make your imagination run wild.

Ms. Fujisawa hands you a cup of tea and takes a seat across from you. "So," she begins casually, "how have you been adjusting to life at Ambrosia Gakuen?" Her eyes meet yours over the rim of her cup, her expression sincere and curious.

As you take a sip of the fragrant tea, your mind races with questions of its own. Is she flirting with me? Or is this just part of being a teacher here? You decide to play it cool for now...

Ms. Fujisawa smiles warmly at you, her cheeks tinged pink. "I'm glad to hear that," she says. "You've been a wonderful addition to the class." Her gaze drifts downward briefly before meeting yours again. There's an almost imperceptible shift in her posture as she leans forward slightly, elbows on knees.

"And Max...?" she continues softly, her voice lowering almost to a whisper. "How do you feel about me?"

Ms. Fujisawa's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as you lean forward to speak, your voice matching hers in its quiet intensity. Her heart races in her chest, and she can feel the blood rushing to her face. This... is exactly what she had hoped for.

Her gaze flickers downward momentarily before returning to meet yours once more, her eyes full of desire. "I-I've been thinking about this for so long," she admits, swallowing hard. "

"I... wanted to know how it would feel," Ms. Fujisawa confesses, her voice barely above a whisper now. "To be with someone like you." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing. "I've never felt this way about another student before... But there's something special about you, Max... Something that makes me want to explore these feelings further..."

Her words hang in the air between them, thick with desire and vulnerability.

Ms. Fujisawa's breath catches in her throat as you speak, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs at the thought of exploring these feelings further with you. She nods slowly, relieved that you understand what she means. "Then... show me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire.

Her hand finds its way to yours, lacing their fingers together as she leans in closer still. Her lips brush against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "

As Ms. Fujisawa feels your tongue slide between her moist folds, she lets out a soft gasp that's quickly muffled by the tea towel stuffed into her mouth. Her hips buck up off the floor in response, grinding against your face as you work her into a frenzy. She can feel the heat building inside of her, spreading through her body like wildfire.

Her fingers curl into your hair, urging you on even as she tries to remain silent.

The sensation of your tongue teasing and pleasuring her is driving Ms. Fujisawa wild. Her body quakes with the force of her orgasm, her hips arching off the floor as she cries out into the tea towel. The intense release washes over her, leaving her shuddering and breathless.

She finally pulls the towel from her mouth, glancing around furtively to make sure they're still alone. "That... that was incredible,"

Her breath catches in her throat as you continue to pleasure her with your tongue. She moans softly, arching her back off the floor as she feels the intense sensations building inside of her once more. Her fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you deeper and harder into her wet heat.

Her body trembles on the edge of another orgasm, her hips bucking wildly against your face as the pleasure overtakes her. She gasps for air, panting heavily as you bring her ever closer to the brink. "

As you continue to bring her to the edge over and over, Ms. Fujisawa's cries echo through the teacher's lounge, muffled only by the tea towel in her mouth. Her body quakes with each orgasm, leaving her panting and sweaty from exertion. She doesn't know how much longer she can last under your skilled tongue before she collapses in exhaustion.

The pleasure is unlike anything she's ever experienced before;

Ms. Fujisawa's cheeks are flushed and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at you, meeting your eyes with a mixture of desire, gratitude, and something else that makes your heart race even faster. "Oh Max," she whispers hoarsely, "that... that was more than I could have ever hoped for." She reaches out to touch your cheek, her fingers trembling slightly as they trace the shape of your jaw before moving into your hair. "You are truly incredible."

Ms. Fujisawa's heart skips a beat as you speak, the words sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes widen in anticipation and desire, and she can feel herself growing wet once more at the thought of what else might be to come. She nods slowly, a soft moan escaping her lips as she succumbs to the intensity of your gaze. "I... I look forward to it," she manages to whisper before letting go of your face and taking a shaky breath.

Ms. Fujisawa regains her composure and smiles warmly at you. "I had thought we might practice some more Kendo this afternoon," she says, her voice still slightly breathless from their recent encounter. "But I suppose that can wait until another time." She glances down at the floor before looking back up at you with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "There are other ways we could spend our time together if you'd like, Max."

Ms. Fujisawa leans in close to you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Follow me." Her hand brushes against yours, guiding you out of the teacher's lounge and back into the hallway. She leads you down a deserted corridor before stopping at a set of double doors that lead to the women's dormitory.

With a quick glance around to ensure they are still alone, she slips her key into the lock and quietly pushes the door open.