Chapter 38 – Taking the Reins

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Author: Jammin’ Rabbit Original Source: Tamaya Kagiya Artist: Himexin

Coach takes a seat and pulls me closer to him. I wrap my hands around his thick member, stroking the length of the shaft. His head tilts back, but his hands reach down to play with my breasts.

“Don’t just use your hands. Get closer to it.” He urges.

He slides a foot between my legs and pushes his shin upwards. I grind against his meaty leg, pressing my **** against it.

Without sparing another moment, I open my mouth to let a mouthful of drool run down from the tip to his balls.

“You’re naughty, Saeko. Maybe you’ve wanted to be a girl all along? It’s like you have experience with this.”

His throaty voice from years of smoking isn’t pleasant to my ears. If he would just stay quiet, maybe I would be enjoying this more.

Lubricated by the saliva, my hands glide quickly up and down his shaft. When he begins to moan in pleasure, I lower myself to suck on the head.

Shhluurrp… shllrrp… mmh… chu!

“Oooh, you have done this before! You really know how to use your mouth.”

Knock. Knock.


“— ?!”

A familiar voice calls from the other side of the door. Before I could pull away, Coach grabs my head and forces me down to the base.

“Mmph— ghbouh?!”

“Don’t stop, keep sucking.” He whispers to me, and then calls to the door. “W-Who is it?

“It’s me, Hayato! Me and Yuuyan came by ‘cos he’s got something to say.”

Hayato’s heavy Kansai accent comes through clear as day. My clubmates are just behind the door while I’m giving our coach head.

Coach lifts his leg up from under me and pulls me on top of him. I take a seat on his lap, our bodies close enough that his 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓴 is sandwiched between us. He straddles my hips as I rub my crotch against his. His muscular arms wrap around my back, squeezing me so close that my breasts are squished against his chest.


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I quickly cover my mouth.

“I’m busy right now! Don’t you two have class?” Coach yells.

“We’re helping Rikacchi and the student council run errands. Yuuyan wanted to drop by since we have time. Can we come in?”

“Just say it through the door!” His voice is growing impatient, and so are his hips. He picks up speed as we both dry hump our crotches against each other. We’re moving so much, the chair is starting to squeak.

“C-Coach… nnh… you’re too rough, they’re going to hear…ahh!”

“Shh.” Coach screws his lips against mine, filling my lungs with the nauseating smell of smoke.

I feel his fingers pulling my underwear aside as he tries to slip his 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓴 inside me. But we’re so close, he can’t find the right angle.

This time, I hear Yuuto speak. “We ran into Saeko during lunch today. I just wanted to say that… I think you should just let her join the team already.”

They’re… talking about me…?

“He’s— I mean she’s helped us for two years now, it feels unfair to keep her on the bench like that. Especially in her final year.” Yuuto continues.

“Right? Right? We can get our own water and towels. Just put Saeko in as a 2-dan, she’s got the skills!” Hayato chimes in.

I don’t believe it. Yuuto and Hayato are talking to Coach on my behalf? Meanwhile, I’m degrading myself by taking a shortcut to get on the team.

Our lips part. Coach turns his head to the door and laughs. “I heard you. Maybe it’ll happen sooner than you think. Is that all?”

“That’s it, Coach. Please, think about it. See you at practice.”

Their presence at the door disappears. Coach and I are finally alone again. He starts tugging on my underwear, positioning his 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓴 right at the entrance of my 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓼𝔂.

“Let’s have some real fun— huh?”

Coach expresses a mixture of surprise and confusion when I hop off of him.

“I have a better idea.”

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I focus my aura, condensing it around where he’s sitting. His eyes glaze over with a distant look.

“All of this since the moment I walked in has been a dream. Got that, Coach?”

“Got it.” He says monotonously.

I take a deep breath and start beating into his stomach. Punch after punch, I lay into him until it starts bruising. He’s lucky I’m not putting my full strength into it.

“You know, Coach… I knew since the moment I joined you were going to use me to make your life easier. You’re always slacking off in the lockers or on the phone after telling me what to do. Even now, you’re still baiting me. Worse now because I’m a girl. I bet you liked that, but I didn’t.”

Coach continues to stare at me with a deadpan expression.

I take a seat on the chair and order him on the ground. “I permit you to massage my feet.”

He prostrates himself on the floor and starts giving me a foot rub.

“It doesn’t matter.” I say to myself. “I don’t want to be a participating member anymore. I really like the guys in kendo. I couldn’t ask for better teammates. That’s why I’m going to help them through Hyogo, and when we win, to Kobe, and then Tokyo.”

I kick Coach in the face. He falls backwards to the ground. “Stay down, and answer my questions.”

“What do you want to ask?”

“I think it’s weird that our club has zero female members for three years straight. I don’t suppose you have something to do with that?”

There seems to be some resistance in answering despite being charmed. “I do.”

“Have you ever propositioned them like you just did to me?”

“I have. Several times, in fact. But they all turned me down except for you.”

I scoff at my own naivety. “You will never do that again, understood?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Whew. By the way, where’s the sex toy you took from Gouda?”

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“It’s wrapped in a paper bag inside a trash can. Right there at the corner of the room.” He points to the small bin behind the desk.

I head over and pluck it from the trash. It only takes a poke to know it’s the right one.

“With that settled.” I stretch my arms and pull off my skirt and underwear. I take a seat on his erect 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓴, grinding on it with my wet 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓼𝔂. “We’re going to have some fun. Too bad only one of us is going to remember it.”

After a class period’s worth of relentlessly draining Coach, I leave him lying unconscious in the clubroom and head back class. I take a detour to Naruse’s office to charm a nurse’s note off her so I don’t return looking suspicious.

Torii Sensei didn’t seem to mind when I got back to class, and took my note without so much of a question about where I was. She simply sniffed, smirked, and then ushered me to my seat.

Once the final bell rings, mine and Mio’s desk is surrounded once again with people trying to invite us out.

“Sorry, guys. Mio and I have kendo to go to later.” I tell them, earning a round of disappointed groans.

I’m still not used to this sudden surge of popularity. Being an average guy meant that no one really looked my way and left me alone for the most part. I kind of missed that. Being a girl sure is tough when you just want some privacy.

While everyone is leaving, Mio and Kana hang behind.

“Kahaha! That’s so gross. I can’t believe that ogre of a coach had it.”

“I’m not giving it back. You’re just going to lose it again.” I say, putting my foot down.

“Fine, fine. So, we heading down now, or you sticking in class again like yesterday?”

“O-Oh, you can go ahead first. I’m going to stay to talk to Torii Sensei about something.”

“Suit yourself.” Mio shrugs. “Riiiikkkaaa! Let me hang out in the student council room for a bit!”

“Ehh?? As long as you don’t cause trouble… Ko and Ueda left all the work to me because you guys kept flirting last time!”

“One of them likes you, you know? I can tell. Maybe we can invite them to bathe together at your sento?” Rika looks troubled by Mio’s habit of being touchy. She puts an arm around Rika as they head out of the room.

“That’s a little much, don’t you think??”

Kana lingers behind and takes a seat next to me. “Mio’s really fitting in.”

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“Fits in a little too well.” I add.

“How about you?”

“I think I’m getting used to it. Helps that everyone is being so supportive. Are you still… against this?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think. This is your choice.” Kana says coldly. “Well, time for cram.”

He gets up and lays a six-inch yakisoba bread on my desk.

“What’s this for?”

The sight of the glistening noodles sandwiched between bread makes my mouth water.

“I noticed you didn’t get a chance to grab lunch. Thought I’d get you something. Besides, you don’t want to goto kendo on an empty stomach.”

“I don’t know what to say… thank you.”

Kana is already out the door before he can hear my gratitude. But before I could dig in, the door slides shut on its own and Torii Sensei takes the place where Kana was just standing.

“Oh, I don’t mind if you eat now. I’m in a rather happy mood that you decided to see me.”

Torii Sensei’s fingers tap the desk rhythmically just like last time. She’s got a smile on her face, the kind that says she’s known this was going to happen all along.

Without saying a word, I unwrap the yakisoba bread and start eating it in front of her.

I’ll have to properly thank Kana for this later. I don’t feel hunger the same way as when I was human, but it’s still a welcome sensation to have an appetite satiated.

“Having sexual relations with a faculty member, how bold. Did he come on to you? Can’t have that. I may have to look into it, wouldn’t it simply be terrible if you became the cause of his firing?”

Too bad listening to her speak is spoiling this otherwise delicious meal. I quickly scarf down the rest since I shouldn’t waste too much time before kendo.

I clear my throat and say, “It wouldn’t bother my conscience at all if that happened.”

“Well, then. To what do I owe the pleasure of receiving your visit?”

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I still don’t fully trust you, but I figure if we’re not on hostile terms, we can at least help each other.”

Her hand drops onto my head.

“Of course. It’s what I wanted all along.”

“So… so…I was hoping you can teach me to fly.” I ask timidly, my confidence having finally left me now that I don’t have the yakisoba bread between us.

Torii Sensei stares at me in bewilderment, and out of nowhere bursts into a giggling fit. “Color me surprised! Very well, I shall teach you to fly.”

She hops off the desk and flings her arms out to the side like a ballerina. As if on cue, all of the desks pile to one side of the room, leaving mine the only one unmoved.

Then, Torii Sensei unveils her wings and launches into the air, stopping short of hitting the ceiling.

“At a glance, our wings cannot possibly raise us. But in drawing the latent magic within you, compelling it to your wings, you can soar as eagles do.”

Torii Sensei extends a hand to me, but it’s out of reach. She’s too high to jump to. The only way to get to her is to fly.

I shut my eyes and slow my breathing. Just like how I use my charm, I apply the same practice to my wings.

The idea of focusing magic is still a foreign concept to me. I still don’t know how I do what I do, only that I know it happens. Like… when I finally started going to the bathroom as a girl. Just sitting on the toilet and relaxing was all it took, and every other time came naturally. Flying’s got to be a little different, but if it’s any bit similar—

“Saeko, open your eyes!”

My eyes snap open, and I see Torii Sensei slowly approaching me— wait, that’s not right. I’m approaching her. I become deathly aware of my feet’s lack of purchase on solid ground, and I’m suddenly weightless—


I start falling, but Torii Sensei pushes off the ceiling and catches me before I hit ground. She holds my hands, lifting me back into the air.

“You were close!”

I expected Torii Sensei to mock me, or make some remark about saving my life. But her smile and praise is just like that of a teacher.

With her help, I’m able to focus again and levitate on the same level as her. She even lets go of my hands to applaud.

I’m actually flying!

It’s nothing like being pulled into the air by Mio. This feeling of being unbound by gravity is exhilarating. I want to throw open the windows and fly, to feel the wind against my face and wings.

“I did it!”

I can’t control my happiness and tackle Sensei mid-air with a hug. Her gasp makes me aware of my brazen act of intimacy and pull away.

“S-Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

Sensei floats over to me and pats my head. At that moment, she doesn’t look any bit menacing. Just a teacher proud of her student’s success.

“Thanks, Sensei. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Torii Sensei brushes off the compliment wagging her finger. “It’s only natural we look after each other. Right?”


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