In the courtyard, Hannah waited, the girl whose panties he saw. She proposed a "marriage internship," a hidden Kiyone tradition. Shocked, Ben took her to his dorm for privacy, avoiding the courtyard's risks.
Hannah sat on his living room carpet, out of place in the familiar room. Her beauty surpassed idols, her faint shampoo scent sweet. "Read this," she said, sliding a paper across the table.
"Special Internship A Course Permit. What is this?" Ben asked, reading. It named "Hannah" as applicant, "Ben" as teacher, stamped with the principal's rare seal.
"It is called a marriage internship," Hannah said. "They do not tell young male teachers to prevent coercion."
"An internship risking coercion should not exist," Ben said. "Marriage internship" sounded risky, especially after Hannah's bold kiss earlier. The vague "A Course" title sparked wild thoughts.
"It is tradition," Hannah said firmly. "We are cut off from the world, but we will join it someday. We learn skills, like using smartphones, for that. Marriage is often our future, for family alliances."
"Arranged marriages?" Ben asked, the idea distant from his simple roots.
"I am not happy about it, but it is our duty for a secure life," Hannah said. "Refusing means losing that security."
"That is heavy," Ben said, unsure how to reply.
"Marriage is a path, like college or work. Kiyone offers this internship to practice it," Hannah said.
"Like bride training?" Ben asked.
"No, that is just skills. This is living as a wife," Hannah said.
"Living as a wife. That kiss earlier?" Ben asked, heart racing.
"Married couples kiss. It is normal," Hannah said, blushing. "I called you husband because you are the only single male teacher."
"It is just an internship. Family status should not matter," Ben said.
"Do you hate me?" Hannah asked, shoulders falling.
"No, it is sudden," Ben said. "What do I do?"
"Do not overthink. It is living as a married couple. I will stay here starting today," Hannah said.
"What?" Ben's face warmed. Living with a stunning girl, her scent testing him, was too much. "A man and woman alone."
"Do not think dirty thoughts! You are improper!" Hannah said, glaring.
"Sorry," Ben said, flustered. "What is next?"
Hannah moved the table, closing the gap. "After the vow kiss, the first night," she said, voice shaky.
"You have dirty thoughts!" Ben said, stunned.
"It is not! It is normal for couples!" Hannah insisted.
"It is not real marriage!" Ben said.
"It is close to real! This is part of it!" Hannah said, gripping her skirt, trembling. "I am a proper lady. I would not come here without resolve."
Ben studied her. Her breasts strained her blazer, thighs peeked from her skirt, face innocent yet stirring. Her earlier kiss and white panties flooded his mind. * She is too perfect, * he thought, desire surging.
"No, you are my student. Internship or not," Ben began.
Hannah tackled him to the carpet, lips crashing onto his. The second kiss jolted him, her soft lips numbing him. "Ben, I am ready, please, take me," she whispered, eyes hazy.
"Are you sure you want me?" Ben asked, heart pounding.
"If you do not want me, we can stop," Hannah said softly.
"No, it is not that. It is sudden. You are sure about me?" Ben asked.
"Real marriage is more sudden. I might sleep with my husband on our second meeting. But you, we have known each other over a year," Hannah said.
"True, but I am your teacher," Ben said.
"I have watched you for a year," Hannah said, blushing, then stopped. "Never mind."
"What?" Ben asked, puzzled.
"Is my body not appealing?" Hannah asked, tears forming.
"No, that is not it!" Ben said. Her courage struck him. * She is serious. I must not falter, * he thought. "If I had to pick a girl here to sleep with, I would choose you, Hannah, without hesitation."
"Me?" Hannah gasped, eyes wide.
Ben pulled her close, her slim body soft. Her breath hitched, lips meeting his, kiss, kiss.
"Hannah," Ben said, tasting her sweet lips, tongue slipping into her mouth. Her softness drove him wild, desire breaking free. * I cannot hold back, * he thought.
He eased her to the carpet. Hannah tensed but did not resist, face flushed, eyes averted. * No bed, but I do not care, * Ben thought. His need consumed him.
"Hannah," Ben said, cupping her face, kissing her. Her lips smacked, kiss, kiss, as she pressed back, tongue twirling. Wet sounds echoed, lips melding fiercely.
"Ben, this kissing is so much," Hannah gasped, voice sweet. She leaned in, tongue eager, soft.
Ben licked her cheek, skin silky, warm. "Not there, it tickles!" Hannah giggled, squirming, body twisting.
Her skin felt incredible. He kissed her cheek, kiss, kiss, then licked lightly, savoring her taste. * Her skin is delicious, * Ben thought.
"Hannah, may I go further?" Ben asked, voice low.
"Yes, I am your wife, do what you want," Hannah said, * I am his now *.
Her view of marriage seemed off, but Ben ignored it. Desire overwhelmed him. He kissed harder, kiss, kiss, holding her cheeks, tasting her sweet lips, tongue stirring her mouth. Her black hair spread on the carpet, skin flushed, accepting his kisses. * Her lips are unreal, * Ben thought, lost in her taste.
"Ben, kissing like this, I cannot breathe," Hannah panted, her chest heaving.
"Sorry," Ben said, but kept kissing, * too good to stop *.
A virgin, Ben lacked experience. His serious nature made dating hard, and he fantasized about a cute girl like Hannah. Now, she was real, willing. "Sorry, I am too aroused," Ben said, kissing again, kiss, kiss.
He wanted to strip her white panties and enter her virgin pussy. Hannah gasped as he tossed her blazer aside, hands shaking, unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a white bra.
"Wow," Ben said, stunned. Her breasts, even in the bra, were striking. He had guessed their size, but they exceeded expectations.
"Do not stare, please," Hannah pleaded, blushing.
"I cannot stop," Ben said, reaching out. He cupped her breasts through the bra, too big for one hand. Her breath hitched, voice trembling with pleasure.
"They are huge. What is your size?" Ben asked, squeezing gently.
"Do not ask, have you not seen my measurements?" Hannah said.
"No, I would not look," Ben said, avoiding private data.
"It is 93 centimeters," Hannah said, shy.
"93? Like an idol!" Ben said, cock throbbing. He lifted her bra, breasts bouncing free, full, perfect. "Your nipples, pink, perfect," Ben said, eyeing the rosy tips.
"Do not say that!" Hannah said, covering her face.
Ben pinched a nipple lightly, then caressed her breasts, their curves flawless. Hannah's body arched, a soft moan escaping. He licked a nipple, tasting faint sweetness, the tip hard, sharp. "No, my nipple, it tingles!" Hannah gasped, breasts jiggling as she squirmed.
"Your nipples are sensitive," Ben said, sucking one, slurp, slurp, pinching the other, rolling it. Her voice trembled, "Do not say it, my nipples are hard now."
Her shy reaction was adorable. Ben kissed her, kiss, kiss, tongue diving into her mouth, tasting sweetness. Hannah's lips pressed back, her body shuddering with need.
He kneaded her breasts, circling, lifting their weight. * These are mine, * Ben thought, teasing her nipples. "Are these breasts so good?" Hannah asked, kissing him, tongue shyly entering his mouth.
"The best I have seen. They are mine during this internship, yes?" Ben said, sucking a breast hard, slurp, kneading both, watching them bounce.
"Yes, I am your wife," Hannah said, her breasts shaking. "Do not, they will break!" she gasped as he molded them, shapes shifting.
* Perfect face, perfect breasts, mine, * Ben thought, kissing her, kiss, kiss. "Time for these," he said, lifting her skirt. "Cute panties," he added, eyeing white lace.
Hannah gasped sharply. The plaid skirt, flashed earlier, was now in his hands.
"These, different from this afternoon?" Ben asked. The lace seemed different.