Student Favouritism

You set your car's gear to "Park" as you brace yourself for your first day teaching at Barbed Tail High-School. Your hands are shaking and there's a bottomless pit where your stomach should be, but deep breaths and encouraging thoughts steel your nerves...

..for about three seconds.

You get out of your car and your immediately try to remember where you're supposed to go, as it is a fairly large school.
Just as the first bead of sweat threatens to roll down your forehead, you jump at the sudden sensation of someone tapping you on the shoulder.

You whip around to face the school's Arachne principal, and subsequently mask your surprise with a face of professionalism.

Apparently it didn't work at all, however, as she stifles a chuckle and greets you.
"I presume you're the newest history teacher?" She asks you, tilting her head and smiling.
You tell her that you are, and that you're lost.

"Performance anxiety, hmm?" She laughs at her own joke, and then tells you to follow her.

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She leads you to your classroom and tells you a few things, like how to properly introduce yourself, when and when not to set homework, how to dress appropriately so as to not get gang-raped by your students, and most importantly, to not pick favourites.

That second last part she especially stresses, probably because you're the ***ONLY MALE TEACHER ON CAMPUS*** and they want you to last as long as possible.
Pun probably intended.

She gives you a clipboard with a list of names and a pencil.

"Here's a list of names in your class, you've got an hour before they start to get here, so make yourself comfy. Toodles!" With that, she scutters away back to her office, probably to do some spider-things, or whatever she does during work hours.

You settle into your desk and rub your forehead, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead, going over your lesson planner and thinking about that one WikiHow guide on how to deal with moody teenagers.

Of course, all that guide said was to fuck them and was written by a Crow Tengu, so, oh well.
You write your name on the whiteboard, to make your introduction just that slight bit less awkward.
You also put a bag of lollipops in a lockable drawer on your desk, just for the good students, if you get any, that is.

Before long, the hour passes by and students start to flood your classroom, amongst a wave of chatter.

The aforementioned wave quickly dies, however, as the first set of eyes glue themselves to you.

The sound of silence is a loud sound, indeed.
You introduce yourself to the dozen or so teenagers in front of you, and immediately a Hellhound pipes up with;

"Can we just call you Teacher?"
A Minotaur sitting next to her agrees, and says that your last name is "like, way too long."
They snicker to each other, and the class murmurs in agreement.

You cringe internally for a second, and then begrudgingly oblige.
You take a stack of papers out of your binder, and hand them out to the class.

The papers consist of some questions like 'how much homework is too much homework?', 'is this paper a waste of time? Y/N', etc. etc.

You didn't think it was necessary but in your acceptance email the principal recommended you do something like this.

While they were writing you observed your class. Nothing too extreme, only 2 delinquents, normal students, some human boys, most of them varying mamono species.
However, there was an Inari sitting at her desk, paper finished, beaming at you with big emerald eyes.

You go to collect her paper, and as you move back to your desk you can feel those emerald eyes staring at your ass.
Damned grey work slacks...

After you collect everyone's paper (the Minotaur and the Hellhound didn't touch theirs) you set the class some very easy work to do.

Cue the loud, annoying groaning from 75% of the class.
"Oh, come on, it's not that hard or taxing," you tell them.
And it really wasn't, just some note taking about the history of the Demon Lord and her lillim daughters.

As expected, the Inari finishes writing down the notes first, so you give her a lollipop.
Cue the loud, annoying groaning from 85% of the class.
After that, the Inari tells you that it's time for the next lesson, and the class begins packing up their things and leaving.
She thanks you for the lollipop, and winks at you.

Winks at you?
... No, that was probably your imagination.
Probably.

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The rest of the day isn't very interesting, aside from some uncomfortable flirting in the teacher's lounge.

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The next few weeks pass quickly, and uneventfully, with the Inari quickly rising and staying at the top of the class.
After your last class of the day you're getting ready to go back home, when you hear a knock at your classroom door.

"Um, hi Teacher!"
The Inari stands at the door frame, holding one of her arms and smiling at you with those pretty emerald eyes.

"Do you mind if I talk to you for a bit?"
You oblige, and let her in.

"I just wanted to know, um, am I at the top of the class?"
You tell her that she is, and smirk at her favourable reaction.
She moves in closer and says that you're a really, really good teacher.
She moves in even closer.

Her breathing is heavy and she's blushing hard.
"Well, um..." She looks away, "I think of you as more than just my teacher..."
Immediately she pushes you onto your chair, drops to her knees and her hands scramble to unzip your pants.
While your brain is still struggling to comprehend what's happening, she tugs your pants down and lets free your stiffening erection.

You move to stop her from performing such a lewd act on you, but those big emerald eyes of hers look up at you, pleading to let her continue.

'This is wrong,' you think, 'she's still just a girl!'
Your mind screams internally, but your body lets it happen.
Her mouth starts licking and sucking on your tip and a chill goes up your spine.

She closes her lips over your bulging, throbbing glans and she starts bobbing her head up and down your twitching length.

Her suction increases, and she brings a few fingers under her skirt to rub herself.
Those big emerald eyes stare up at yours, and unable to handle the gaze, you explode down her throat.

She's surprised at first, her eyes widen and a sound of shock gurgles out of her throat, but she relaxes after a few seconds and swallows your load.

She pulls off your now-glistening rod, panting.
"Did I do good?"

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Through the next month, you begin secretly seeing her after school, personally pardoning her from club activities to meet her in the teacher's bathroom to have naughty, forbidden sex in the stalls.

After the first few sessions she asked you to take photos of your 'extra-credit sessions' together on her phone, so she can look at them at night when she's lonely.

Some of your more favourite pictures include you touching her sensitive, still-developing breasts while she rides you, holding onto a few locks of her silky golden hair while she deepthroats you, and squeezing her young, taut rear while anally penetrating her.


However, after another month the principal calls you in to see you.
She says some things that make your heart skip a few hundred beats.

"While mopping up the teacher's bathrooms, the janitor found some... fluids on the sides of a stall that were clearly sexual fluids, from the smell of them."

Sweat threatens to cascade down your face.

"And, when I asked her who she thought they belonged to, she said they smelt like you."

Your breathing gets heavy.

"Alright, don't ask me how they smell like you, she's a Kikimora, she's just weird like that, but..." She pauses. "Have you been having sexual relations with a student?"

...

You decide it's probably best to tell her the truth.

Her expression is stoic for a few moments.
But then, she bursts into laughter from seeing the sweat raining down your face.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I thought I was going to have to fire you in a week or two!"

You lean back in your chair in relief and shock.
You tell her that you thought having sex with an underage mamono was illegal.

"Of course not, you big silly! That only applies to underage humans! You can fuck as many underage mamono as you want, as long as they consent."

"I never told you that having relations with mamono students was a requirement for male teachers because I thought you would already be taken in a week! I mean, that's what happens in every other school," she says, wiping a tear from her eye.

"So I can keep..." You cleared your throat, "with my student?"
"Yes, of course!" Your eyes widen at her response. "And, judging by your reaction, you'll be doing that quite often, hmm?"

You awkwardly laugh and rub the back of your neck.
(like a true anime character hahahednchgh)

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And so, your after-school 'study sessions' with your Inari student became more frequent, and less secretive, with some rumours actually popping up around school.

Neither of you cared though, as long as it didn't interrupt your sessions together in the teacher's bathroom.

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