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"Sir. What's the matter, calling me out to a place like this all of a sudden?"
Aika had changed into her gym clothes.
Unlike the previous costume play, these were the standard Northwest Middle School half-pants and T-shirt.
Blue jersey fabric half-pants, a T-shirt with a name tag displaying her class and name, and navy blue socks.
Amidst the usual glimpses of her alluring underwear, it was easy to forgetâbut she was still just a middle school girl.
That said, her figure was far more mature than most middle schoolers.
The name tag reading "2-A Kutsuki Aika" was slightly distorted by the swell of her chest, and the half-pants hugged her hips in a provocatively rounded way.
Aika tended to look slimmer in clothes, but when she wore fitted shirts and shorts, her sensual curves were impossible to hide. Or rather, no matter how hard she tried, they spilled out anyway.
"You're not seriously going to punish me, are you? I only ran a little in the hallway."
Apparently, the scenario was that I was the P.E. teacher, and Aika was the student summoned to the disciplinary room.
Since she was in her real gym clothes, it felt much more realistic than the previous costume play. The fact that her real name was on the name tag was oddly arousing, too.
But what felt most refreshing was Aika's slightly different tone of voice.
Of course, her school persona and her home persona were different.
It wasn't exactly acting, but her attitude toward me and her attitude toward a P.E. teacher would naturally distinct.
Her demeanor changed depending on who she was withâeven among classmates, it varied from person to person.
People adapt themselves to different situations. And for a teenage girl, that was even more true.
Aika was a little defiant toward the P.E. teacher.
I could relateâto middle schoolers, teachers were the enemy. Of course, it depended on the person, but even as a kid, no one wanted to submit easily. Resistance was natural.
And yet, sometimes they could feel almost like friends. Human relationships were undeniably complex, layered things.
"Sure, it's in the school rules, but was it really necessary to drag me all the way to the P.E. storage room?"
Aika's wariness only grew more obvious.
It seemed this costume play was going to be a one-woman show for Aika. My role was to imagine my own lines (as the teacher) while listening to her student character's dialogue.
Waitâthe disciplinary room was actually the P.E. storage room? This teacher had ulterior motives written all over him.
"...O-okay, fine. I'm sorry. I won't do it again, so please let me go. Please."
Threatened with somethingâmaybe her gradesâAika reluctantly bowed her head.
I'd never seen Aika bow to anyone else before. The usual composed Aika would never do such a thing, but in a place like school, where forced hierarchies existed, maybe this kind of thing happened.
If threatened with failing grades, a kid her age would cave easily.
"...Is this not enough? Then what do you want me to do?"
Flustered, Aika kept stealing glances at my (the P.E. teacher's) crotch.
Apparently, the P.E. teacher was half-hard. If he'd called a student into the storage room with that intention from the start, he was beyond reprehensible.
In this scenario, that irredeemable scum was meâbut still.
"...You're the worst. Do you even realize what'll happen if anyone finds out you're making demands like this to your own student?"
Her face bright red, Aika averted her eyes from my crotch.
Presumably, the male teacher had demanded that she touch him.
What a perverted, disgusting creep.
"F-fine... I'll touch you, okay? But nothing more than that, got it?"
Keeping her gaze averted, Aika knelt on the floor. Her flushed face was unbearably cute, and at the same time, a sense of conquest surged through me. Just like the imaginary P.E. teacher, I pitched a tent in my pants.
"H-hard... What kind of life do you live to get it this hard?"
With clumsy hands, Aika began stroking my crotch.
It reminded me of the first time I held her in the park.
Come to think of it, that nightâthe day I bought Aika for 100,000 yenâwas when our father-daughter relationship began.
Remembering that time, I involuntarily grew fully erect.
Even during our usual sex, I rarely got this hard. Maybe it was the magic of costume play and roleplaying.
"That's enough, right...? Come on, just let me go already."
Aika looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes, as if seeking her master's permission. Any man would feel a sadistic urge seeing that expression. It was counterproductive. Maybe she knew exactly what she was doing.
Fully immersed in my role as the P.E. teacher, I pulled down my pants and underwear.
Instantly, my fully erect penis was exposed right in front of Aika's eyes.
This sensation was eerily similar to the first time I exposed myself to Anna-chan.
Getting excited over showing my throbbing manhood to a middle schoolerâI was becoming an irredeemable pervert.
"Whoa... It's huge..."
Aika's eyes widened. Maybe it had been a while since she'd seen me this big, and her genuine reaction slipped out.
That part was adorable, too, and it only turned me on.
But as if remembering the role she'd set for herself, Aika quickly regained her composure.
Or rather, the composure of a middle schooler who'd just been shown a grown man's erectionâflustered, embarrassed, but still scolding him under the pretense of the scenario.
"Quit messing around. You said just touching, right?"
Aika glared at me lightly. Since she almost never directed this kind of expression at me, it felt refreshing.
"Well... I did say touch, but not directly. And definitely not something this gross."
Resisting the P.E. teacher's words, Aika kept stealing glances at the throbbing member.
The setting seemed to be that she was both afraid of and secretly curious about the teacher's penis.
A template setup for costume play, but not entirely fictional. Even Anna-chan, for all her innocence, had harbored curiosity about male anatomy.
For a teenage girl, it might've been a perfectly ordinary feeling.
"...Fine. Just touching, okay?"
Whether succumbing to the teacher's pressure or her own curiosity, Aika began stroking me directly.
The unusual, highly specific scenario had me on the verge of climax almost instantly.
That was how arousing Aika in her gym clothes was.
But I couldn't let it end so soon.
Aika surely had her own script to follow.
"Seriously, so thick... You're not doing this to other girls, are you?"
While stroking my fully erect member, Aika glared at me. Maybe having control over my most sensitive and vulnerable part gave her some confidence.
"You're the worst. Making a middle schooler touch you like thisâis this really what a teacher should be doing?"
Even as she condemned the P.E. teacher, Aika didn't stop her hand. Ethical issues aside, her actions were a separate matter.
"Honestly, how much more do you need to get off? How many girls have you made cry like this before?"
Interrogating the male teacher, Aika's strokes grew increasingly lewd.
What had been a one-handed job became two, and she began meticulously working the base, the head, and even the balls. She was getting into it, too.
"It's really amazing... Getting this hard..."
Presumably ordered to suck, Aika stared at the penis with fascination before hesitantly taking it into her mouth.
"Ahh..."
A moan escaped me from the sheer pleasure. Even though she'd given me blowjobs before, today's felt especially good.
It was as if Aika was sucking some other man's cockâbut the one she was dutifully servicing was unmistakably mine.
The proof was in the obscene warmth and wetness enveloping my straining erection.
"Fine. Today, I'll do whatever you say. But you'd better be ready. I'll punish you for all the girls you've made cry until now."
Do whatever you sayâor maybe want you to make me do it. Aika began earnestly fellating the P.E. teacher's cock.
Her real name on the gym clothes.
The P.E. storage room setting.
Even though the location was unmistakably Sazanami-sou, the scenario was unbelievably arousing.
"By the way, sir, you've been staring at me during class, haven't you? The bra patterns showing through my T-shirt, the panty lines under my half-pants..."
With confident handjob-blowing, Aika switched to the offensive.
Now that she mentioned it, her bra design was visible through the T-shirtâthe mature black-and-blue one we'd just bought at the department store.
The rounded curves of her half-pants also clearly outlined panty lines. For a man, it was a dangerously tempting sight.
You saw girls like this all the time in middle and high school.
Maybe it was unavoidable given the fabric of gym clothes, but on a well-endowed girl like Aika, the effect was magnified.
If Aika dressed like this at school, the boys in her class would be glued to her.
In fact, back when I'd visited her school, male students had been staring relentlessly.
That probably hadn't changed.
Imagining those boys groping Aika's ample curves and fondling her plump rearâthere had to be countless guys doing just that.
Not just classmates, but boys from other classes, too.
Upperclassmen, underclassmen.
Maybe even real teachers.
"You've wanted this all along, haven't you? What a pervert. A teacher lusting after his student."
Speeding up her handjob-blowjob combo, Aika tugged up her T-shirt with one hand.
Instantly, the newly bought bra and her snow-white cleavage were exposed. Even as she scorned the teacher for his desires, she was clearly turned on herself.
"And I'm still in middle school, you know? Getting this hard from a middle schooler sucking you offâyou're really a lolicon, aren't you?"
It felt like she was talking about me, and I faltered. But the pleasure overwhelmed me.
Still wearing her bra, Aika sandwiched my erect penis between her breasts and began a paizuri.
Come to think of it, this was our first clothed paizuri, and an indescribable excitement shot through my brainstem.
"...But I noticed, you know. That's why I wore see-through bras on your days and made sure to bend over in front of you."
Apparently, in this scenario, Aika had secretly wanted the P.E. teacher to take her.
Sounded incredibly slutty, but I'd heard teenage girls often idolized older men.
So maybe it wasn't so strange for a middle schooler to tease her P.E. teacher.
"My chest is big, right? The biggest in your class."
From the barely-E-cup cleavage, the swollen, dark-red glans peeked in and out.
The pre-cum-smeared valley of white flesh looked nothing like a middle schooler's.
The softness and warmth of her breasts, the obscene in-and-out of my cockâall of it blended into an unprecedented pleasure.
"I'm gonna cum, Aika...!"
I couldn't help but cry out.
In Aika's script, maybe the P.E. teacher was yelling something like, "I'm coming, Kutsuki!"
Aika moved her body up and down, vigorously coaxing out the teacher's climax.
"Cum! Mark your middle school student with your thick load!!"
"Ahh! I'm cumming!!"
In that moment, I was completely myself.
Unbelievable pleasure raced through my body as I released a massive amount of semen.
Her beautiful face, her glossy black hair, her brand-new underwear, her snow-white cleavage, her school-issued half-pantsâall of it was drenched in white.
"Such a strong smell... Your cum's kinda addicting, sir."
Licking the white fluid from her lips, Aika smiled seductively.
Then, as if a switch had flippedâ
"Did it feel good... Dad?"
The usual Aika was back. It seemed the first climax marked the end of this little play.
"It felt... really good."
I was panting, more turned on than ever by this costume play. Compared to last time, the details were meticulously crafted.
"Butâ"
I hurriedly pulled Aika's T-shirt back down, covering her exposed cleavage and tucking her bare skin back where it belonged.
As expected, Aika looked confused. She didn't seem to realize what was happening.
"Wearing something like this outside is forbidden. Your bra's showing, and your panty lines are completely visible!"
Like a father scolding his daughter's outfit, I reprimanded Aika.
We were father and daughter, technically.
Earlier, I'd thought this level of exposure was normal, but nowâ
"What if a real P.E. teacher got turned on? A middle school girl wouldn't stand a chance if he forced himself on you!"
Now, my paternal concern outweighed my arousal.
Caught off guard, Aika seemed utterly lost.
Of courseâher dad, who'd just been moaning in pleasure from her paizuri, was suddenly yelling at her.
Seeing me fuming, Aika floundered for an explanation.
"I-it's fine! At school, I wear a cami under my T-shirt and spats under my half-pants!"
I almost doubted her panicked excuse, but now that she mentioned it, her laundry did include camisoles and spats.
Seemed she was telling the truth.
"I'm extremely proper around anyone but you, Dad."
Now Aika pouted, offended at being doubted.
"But..."
Then, slightly embarrassed, she averted her eyes and mumbledâ
"Thanks... for worrying about me."
We exchanged an awkward, almost real father-daughter moment.
Right. I had been worried about Aika.
Even if I'd been granted parental rights and custody, we weren't truly father and daughter.
Even the adoption paperwork was still pending.
But moments like this made me feel like we were inching closer to being a real family.
Whether real fathers and daughters had sexual relationships was beside the pointâour bond was undeniably deepening.
Would we ever become true father and daughter?
Or would we walk a different path?
I didn't know yet.
But for now, as long as we were together, we could keep nurturing our familial ties.
Even without marriage or children of my own, I understood that much.
All I could do was live my life to the fullest, hoping we could stay together as long as possible.
To live our lives to the fullest.
"Not enough yet? Wanna keep going, Dad? Or should I stay as the teacher?"
Aika asked whether we should continue the costume play or switch back to our usual sex.
The teacher-student scenario had been wildly perverse and exciting.
I'd been incredibly turned on.
Butâ
"Let's just stick to the usual."
I remembered that father-daughter sex was already plenty abnormal and chose the familiar path.
It happened just before Augustâa summer vacation memory.
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