(set: $restraint to 10)"school" ends, for some of your classmates, at 3:15 in the afternoon.
many stay after cleaning duty for sports, other clubs, or private studying in the library, and consider "school" to not be over until several hours later.
still more go to cram school, moving "school" even further towards nightfall.
for you, school starts (link-reveal:"when you wake up")[, through the (link-reveal:"morning bell")[, past the (link-reveal:"afternoon bell")[, is your (link-reveal:"club activity")[, follows you (link-reveal:"home")[, and [[continues on]]]]]]][[and on]][[and on ]][[and on ]]you're at (link:"home")[school] right now.
what should you (link:"do?")[study?
[[science->math]]]social studies, of course. it's how you've always started your home study sessions.
a fresh workbook is waiting for you on your desk, with a perfectly sharpened pencil sitting perfectly parallel to it. you sit down.
[[you need to work quickly.]](link:"who is")[(link:"when was")[(link:"how did")[(link:"where")[(link-goto:"why")]]]](live:.2s)[when](live:.3s)[who](live:.4s)[how](live:.5s)[did](live:.6s)[from](live:0.7s)[because](live:.8s)[however](live:.9s)[after](live:1s)[between](live:1.1s)[someone](live:1.2s)[
(live:4.31s)[why](live:4.32s)[why](live:4.33s)[why](live:4.34s)[why](live:4.35s)[why](live:4.36s)[why](live:4.37s)[why](live:4.38s)[why](live:4.39s)[why](live:4.4s)[why(goto:"whymst")][["asano-kun."]]you slam the workbook shut. you finished just in time.
"welcome home, [[principal]]."you slap the completed workbook into your father's offered hand. he doesn't even wince.
he flips through the pages at speeds you wouldn't believe from anyone else but him, scanning your answers with what you know is perfect precision, no matter how impossible it seems.
"no mistakes today." he returns the book to your hand. your palm stings. "(link:"excellent work.")[(link-goto:"let's continue.")]"he's crowding you into your desk chair in an instant, then grabbing your chin to lift your gaze towards his, to stare into eyes that (link:"look")[you want to look] so much like your own, to try and grasp what you can exploit, destroy, [[learn.]]and then there's a hand over your eyes, blocking any further inquiry from you.
''[["down."]]''it's such a routine part of your day that it's easy to (link:"fall,")[(set: $restraint to it-1)(goto:"listen")] to let go, to allow cold tendrils to encircle your mind and drag it under, further, ''down''.
but this is a test. and to pass, you must [[stop listening.]]you open your eyes, focus on the pinpricks of light peeking through his fingers, mentally shake off the aura of command in his voice the best you can--
your eyes (link:"close.")[(link:"open.")[(link:"close")[open.
[[you grin.]]]]]your eyes flutter closed easily, your shoulders relax, even your legs seem to sink into the floor as your father's voice echoes over and over again in your mind, sinking down, down, //down//, ''//down//''.
there's a quiet voice in the bank of your mind, barely audible over his, but you can just start to form the thought, //fight//.
//fight, and you'll be (link:"rewarded.")[(goto:"improvement.")]//light floods your eyes as the hand is taken off your face, and you look up. your father looks (link:"proud.")[satisfied.]
"your concentration training is going well."
you open your mouth to (link:"retort")[demand more praise], but then there's a hand on the back of your neck, the sound of fingers snapping right next to your ear, and you barely notice the workbook falling onto your toes as your body goes limp.
"but there's always room for [[improvement.]]"it takes all of your energy and focus to slowly, slowly open your eyes, but before you can even focus enough to see your father's reaction, they snap shut again, and any remaining strength you had slips away.
and then, ''//"shackles,"//'' (click:"shackles")[and your hands that were lying limp at your sides suddenly move on their own, clasping together behind your back and around the chair. it's an uncomfortable position, but despite knowing somewhere in the back of your mind that nothing is actually holding you in place, your body feels cold steel and heavy chains that completely [[halt your movement]].]you probably could have avoided this. not tonight, but weeks ago, before you started to get curious about those three minutes your father would have alone with his students, before you spent some of your precious study time researching brainwashing techniques, hypnosis, even drugs he might have been administering, and definitely before you stood before him with a defiant smile and total confidence in your ability to resist whatever he did when you asked him to [[do it to you.]]first, he (link-reveal:"smiled.")[
then, he told you to take a (link-reveal:"deep breath.")[
and then, he started to [[speak.]]]]he said, [["focus."]][["listen carefully."]](live:0.05s)[i'm](live:0.1s)[going](live:0.15s)[to](live:0.2s)[count](live:0.25s)[to](live:0.3s)[three](live:0.35s)[//''one''//](live:0.4s)[focus](live:0.45s)[on](live:0.5s)[//''two''//](live:0.55s)[only](live:0.6s)[me](live:0.65s)[//''three''//](live:0.7s)[down](live:0.75s)[completely](live:0.8s)[focused]
(live:6s)[''//rest//''] (live:7s)[ (goto:"rest")](live:8s)[(goto:"rrest")]''//[["wake"]]//''[[and your eyes opened.]]"that was only part of the usual process," he'd said as your eyes remembered how to focus again, "i assumed you were more curious about the feeling than the full effect."
he'd walked away, then, and when you tried to stand up and chase after him, your legs felt like they'd been filled with lead. you tried to leverage yourself up with your arms, but it took several seconds to even will them to move.
when you finally managed to retreat to your room to (link:"consider your loss")[sulk], you noticed-
forty minutes had passed since you'd asked him to [[put you under.]]you're still not sure of [[everything]] he'd planted in you that first time.right now, you're focused on trying to break free of the chair you're sitting in--or, rather, you're trying to try at all. it's difficult to even keep hold of the thought //break free// for more than a second or two, before it's overpowered by what feels like a blast of white noise through your entire body, blanking your mind and numbing your limbs.
at least, until you feel hands on your knees, the contact cutting through the noise in perfect definition. you think you can feel the indentations of his fingerprints pressing into your thighs as he slowly spreads your legs [[apart.]]it's such a vulnerable position that you should feel something--embarrassment, defeat, maybe fear--anything besides the warm familiarity of being touched while your body and mind have been rendered helpless. the hands on your thighs are barely using any force to hold you open, but you know that even if you could manage to find some amount of strength, it wouldn't take much for him to stop your [[struggling.]]
in the end, it's so much easier to (link:"relax")[(set: $restraint to it-1)(goto:"relax")] into it.the next time you hear your father speak, it's not out loud--it's his voice echoing in your head as it does during school, telling you to work harder, study longer, so one day,
[[you'll defeat him.]]you can barely muster up the energy to choke back a moan as you feel a hand cup your cock, squeezing lightly.
"you're already this hard from my voice alone," you hear, somehow perfectly audible over the blood rushing in your ears. "it's impressive, how desperate you are for something as simple as that."
you briefly consider defending yourself, firing off a retort, cursing him out, anything, but any thoughts are overwhelmed by the feeling of his hands on you, every small touch magnified by a thousand and sending shocks through your [[half-numbed limbs.]]you open your eyes.
he's kneeling before you, not in any gesture of humility the way you so often think about, but so he could sit comfortably between your legs, his breath warm where your uniform shirt has started to ride up from the uncomfortable position you're [[locked into.]]you take a moment to flex your wrists, testing how free they are in reality.
and then, you grab a fistful of [[your principal's hair.]]he doesn't give any indication of the pain he should be feeling as you pull tight at his scalp, but he does move when you pull him closer until his face is up against [[your groin.]]you barely have enough time to be smug when you feel his mouth move against you, first settling into a grin and then opening to speak:
"well done, asano-kun."
you tighten your grip, pressing him harder against you and starting to grind against his face. he hasn't flinched once from your rough treatment of his hair, which kind of ruins the feeling of triumph you're chasing, but he still has his mouth open and is letting you press it against your quickly hardening cock, so you're not really in the mood to [[complain.]]you stay like that for a while, the front of your uniform slacks getting damp from his hot breath and a few glimpses of tongue, until you're worked up enough to start whining (link:"out loud")[(set: $restraint to it-1)(goto:"out loud")], but you bite the inside of your cheek to stop the noise and keep yourself alert.
it's dangerous to let him go, so you start to (link:"fumble with")[//calmly and coolly undo//] your slacks with one hand, keeping a tight grip with the other.
he's not taking control back [[this time.]]it takes a minute, but you finally undo the buttons one-handed, and you try not to seem rushed as you pull yourself out. a few quick pumps and you're fully hard, with your father's mouth inches away from your cock and nothing stopping you from shoving it down his throat.
so, [[you do.]]it's impossible to keep your voice down like this, drunk on power and touch and the remains of that intoxicating voice buzzing through your bones, so you give up on your attempts to keep quiet, letting yourself pant and moan as you continue rubbing your clothed cock against a [[pliant mouth.]]the last time he'd had you in his mouth, your wrists were bound to his headboard by your tie, and he'd teased you with his tongue for well over an hour while having you recite the names and chemical formulas of specified molecules. you weren't allowed to come that night; he'd stopped after your second mistake and left your wrists tied until you fell asleep.
tonight, though. tonight you have both hands on his head, perfect leverage to slam his face against your hips as he swallows you down perfectly (of course he doesn't choke, why wouldn't the perfect educator have as much control over his gag reflex as he does the [[student body]]). you want to just hold him there for a while, let your victory and your cock really sink into him, but it feels too good to stop moving, the slide of his tongue and the involuntary spasms of his throat sending sparks all the way down to your toes. you feel a rush of power as you watch your cock disappear over and over again, sometimes more shallowly for a few strokes before you shove him all the way down.
he's barely made a noise beyond the unavoidable wet sounds as you fuck his face, so you're taken by surprise when you start to feel vibration from his throat as you're starting to get close. his tongue has started tracing and flicking all the right spots during the last few thrusts, and once or twice he's let his teeth catch in a way that would probably hurt from anyone who wasn't as perfectly measured in placement and pressure, so when you feel him start to make noise around you you're already so worked up and ready that you throw your head back, close your eyes, [[and-]]then there's a hand around the base of your cock, strangling your orgasm as he pulls off with an obscene //pop//.
he was [[laughing.]]"have you enjoyed your reward, asano-kun?" he says, effortlessly removing your hands from his hair with his free arm. "i hope you haven't forgotten that you have a few more subjects to go over."
you try to tear his hand away from your cock, but he bats you away easily. "your concentration might have improved, but in the end, that's only an extracurricular," he says, letting go and starting to stand up. "math is next. i hope you intend to attack it with just as much [[vigor]]."you don't even consider touching yourself out of spite. there would be nothing gratifying about it.
you're unsure where or how he plans on conducting tonight's math tutoring, so you stand up with him, preparing for anything.
but, as you start to tuck yourself back into your slacks, there's suddenly a hand on your shoulder, pressing you back into a sitting position.
//[["down"->down again]]//you go back under so quickly you're not sure you even hit the chair; it feels like you're falling continuously, a slow sinking sensation swallowing your whole body like you're tied to a brick underwater.
"it seems you've lost sight of one of the most important lessons i've taught," you hear, but it sounds muffled in the haze wrapped around your mind.
[["never let your guard down."]]when you next open your eyes, you're on a bed, stripped from the waist down, your wrists tied behind your back, your ankles held apart with a metal bar connected to both legs, and there's something in your ass. you can't recognize which toy by the feel alone, but you're not quite as concerned with that as you are with the time you've lost.
"you seemed deeper than last time," your father says. he's sitting in a desk chair at the foot of the bed, holding something you can't sit up enough to see. "you're quite vulnerable to quick and very physical inductions, i'd suggest working on that as your next goal."
you try not to scowl, instead plastering on a confident smile. "i can already think of a few self-meditation exercises to counteract them."
"good," he says, and then the toy inside you starts vibrating. "now, back to [[math."]]it's a low setting, but the pulse pattern is random, just out of rhythm enough that you can't try to tune it out, making it difficult to pay attention when your father starts [[the session.]](live:.5s)["Let //a// be a constant. Consider the parabola]
(live:1s)[//Ca : y = -x^^2^^ + ax + a^^2^^//]
(live:1.5s)[1. Since the coordinates of the vertex of //Ca// are]
(live:2.3s)[the vertex is on the curve //y = ``x^^2^^//.]
(live:2.6s)[2. Let //l// be the line joining two points //A (-1,1)// and //B (2,4)//. For the parabola //Ca// and the line //l// to have a common point, the value of //a// must be]
(live:2.9s)[//a ≤ ` or a ≥ /`.//]
(live:3.1s)[The coordinates of the common point of parabola //Ca// and the line //l// are]
(live:3.2s)[//(`,`)//, when //a = ``//]
(live:3.4s)[//(`/,/`),// when //a = `/`//.]
(live:3.45s)[Also, in order for the parabola //Ca// and the line segment //AB// to have two distinct points of intersection,]
(live:3.5s)[//`/ < a ≤ `//."]
(live:3.8s)[(goto:"no more math")]the answer (link-reveal:"is")[ (link-reveal:"of course,")[ (link-reveal:"obviously,")[
[a]<a|(click:?a)[(append:?answer)[a ]] 9(click:"9")[(append:?answer)[9 ]] equals(click:"equals")[(append:?answer)[equals ]] 12(click:"12")[(append:?answer)[12 ]] x(click:"x")[(append:?answer)[x ]] over(click:"over")[(append:?answer)[over ]] 8(click:"8")[(append:?answer)[8 ]]
greater than(click:"greater than")[(append:?answer)[greater than ]] 6(click:"6")[(append:?answer)[6 ]] [y]<y|(click:?y)[(append:?answer)[y ]] 2(click:"2")[(append:?answer)[2 ]] 4(click:"4")[(append:?answer)[4 ]]
negative(click:"negative")[(append:?answer)[negative ]] 10(click:"10")[(append:?answer)[10 ]] squared(click:"squared")[(append:?answer)[squared ]] 5(click:"5")[(append:?answer)[5 ]]
(click: "6 9")[(goto:"nice")]
(live:10s)[(goto:"time's up")]]]][["time's up."]]the toy is cranked up to a speed that's nearly unbearable, rattling your teeth and tearing out gasp after gasp of pain-pleasure-pain, and just as you think you can start to adjust to it, it slows down, back to the low but unpredictable pulses. only now, the irregular spikes of vibration jolt you more, your legs twitching every few seconds.
[["next question."]]you're prepared for the next one, even after that last assault; it just takes you a few minutes to adjust to your father's strong, rapid pattern of speech after a long day dealing with those far inferior, that's all.
you get the next one right. you wait for him to stop the toy, to untie your wrists, maybe touch you, but instead you feel the toy speed up again--just a little, a smooth acceleration instead of a sudden attack.
it's less of a reward, and more of a [[difficulty increase.]]the next few are easier, and each correct answer earns you another teasing increase in speed, getting you hotter and harder and less concerned with numbers after each question.
when you finally hit what you think is the max level, you close your eyes for a moment, just to let the sensations wash over you. you might be able to come like this, with just a little more stimulation, and you roll your hips experimentally, to see if you can move the toy's angle slightly--
[[the vibration stops.]]before you have a chance to stop yourself, you groan. //whine//, even. it takes all you have not to plead for him to turn it back up, to angle it better, to get out of his chair and fuck you properly. no, you can't show that kind of weakness, not now, not--
the toy starts to vibrate again, and a //"yes"// falls from your mouth, moments before it stops once more. your eyes are stinging, tears starting to form from the lengthy teasing you've endured.
"i think that's enough," he says, and stands up. "shall we start on english?
or do you want me to [[make you scream?]]""e--" you start, before it morphs into a shout as the toy shoots up to maximum speed again, and then you can't remember what the question was, not over the sound of your own heavy breathing.
"what was that?" he asks. you don't think his expression has changed since you woke up on the bed, the same self-satisfied smile he always has when he thinks he's winning.
"fuck," you breathe, and that seems to be enough of an answer for him, as he steps around towards you and [[grabs hold]] of the toy. your legs are spread wide by the bar attached between them, so there's not much you can do when he pulls the vibrator out of you except moan pathetically.
but, instead of switching it off and tossing it away, he keeps it in contact with your body, running it along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, holding the buzzing tip precisely at different points on your cock and balls, and when you try to lift your hips to grind against it, his other hand slams down and holds you securely in place.
you want to fight him off, but you also want to break free of your bonds, shove the toy into him instead, and make him call you //master//--but you can't always get what you want. so, instead, you're stuck with the options of lie there and take whatever he's willing to offer you, or [[speak up.]]"i'm getting tired of the plastic," you say, trying to fight down the breathiness in your voice, "is your old man body finally too tired to get it up?"
"it's silicone," he answers easily, "and i'd say it's been very effective in the past." he punctuates his sentence by pressing the still-vibrating toy against one of your clothed nipples, and you bite your tongue to stop the gasp that threatens to escape. you taste blood.
"careful, now," he says, apparently not fooled, the bastard, and he continues pressing in small, slow circles. "i can't take care of you your [[whole life]]."you want to laugh, make a crack about how you wouldn't exactly call this "taking care" of you, but suddenly his mouth is on yours, and he's sucking on your tongue like his only interest is tasting the blood in your mouth.
[[maybe it is.]]you try to participate in the kiss, but just as in nearly everything else, your father dominates it entirely, transitioning to sucking and biting your lower lip and leaving you breathless in seconds.
when it finally stops, you barely have time to breathe before he's flipping you over, manipulating your limbs and the spreader bar easily until you're on your knees, face-down [[on the mattress.]]"judging by your behavior, english can wait," your father says. the choice being taken away from you is maddening, and you try to lift your head enough that your (link:"snappy remark")[pathetic complaint] won't be muffled into the bed, but you choke as you feel two fingers [[thrust into you.]]nice.
no, not nice, do you want to [[get off or not.->time's up]]it burns a little, the lube from when the toy was in you having started to go tacky, but any discomfort is overpowered by his precision attack on your insides, every thrust hitting exactly where you've been wanting this whole time and leaving you moaning and drooling into the sheets.
leave it to asano gakuhou to be better at getting you off than a [[machine made for sex.]]your cock is straining against your stomach, bobbing at each thrust and leaking onto the sheets. his fingers aren't as long or thick or as vibrating as the toy that was in you earlier (though you wonder if he could mimic that last part if he wanted to, monster that he is) but the sheer skill in opening you up and hitting you right where you need it is what leaves you gasping and moaning, any attempts at composure [[stripped away.]]you're plenty stretched and ready if he wanted to fuck you for real, and you (link:"almost")[really fucking] want to ask him to do it. but instead of forming words, even sarcastic ones, your voice becomes even more muffled as a hand grasps at the back of your neck and presses down until you're nearly choking on cotton.
but even through the intense fingering and the bondage and the spit-soaked sheets in your face, something about the pressure on the back of your neck makes your body [[relax into the touch.]]you dimly remember [[something similar]] happening earlier, what feels like days ago, but mostly, your body and mind are screaming for (link:"submission.")[(set: $restraint to it-2)(goto:"something similar")](if: $restraint < 7)[you're exhausted--from school, from studying, from fighting off whatever spell your father's been putting you under, so when you start to feel your control slipping away, you [[let it.]]](else:)[it's difficult to keep your eyes open, between the sheer exhaustion and whatever your father's hand on your neck is doing to you. so you let them close, but try to keep your mind as sharp as you can, considering the [[circumstances.]]]your jaw unclenches, your shoulders slump, you stop fighting to stay upright on the bed and take in a sharp breath as the angle you're being fucked at changes with your posture.
"you seem relaxed," you hear, and you can't even bring yourself to tense back up at the condescension in his voice, too focused on letting relief and pleasure wash over you.
"how did i raise such a [[needy child?"]]"you've been very good tonight," he says, and it sounds louder than it should be, "do you think you've earned your reward?"
you hesitate, not sure what he wants to hear, what will get him to touch you the way you //need// right now, so instead of an answer, you grit your teeth and try not to [[beg for it.]]"very good," he says, quietly this time. you think you're going to crack a tooth as he starts fucking you faster, still with nothing but his fingers, but between the pace and his technique you're not sure if you could stand for him to stop long enough to switch them out for something else.
you've been so distracted waiting for that something else that you never really considered that you could come just from this, and the realization hits you at the same time as a particularly brutal thrust that has your thighs twitching and toes curling. the curiosity of if it would be possible and how it would feel has you reeling, and you lean even more [[into his touch.]]//''"three"''//(click:'"three"')[
the word sets something off in your brain, an anticipation of something you're not quite sure of, a total focus on readying yourself for-
your hips move desperately, trying to pitch forward to find friction but getting nothing, leaving you reliant on the stimulation inside-
]]''//[["now."]]//''you come, //hard//, nearly choking on your own spit as you shout and moan against the sheets, your untouched cock spilling both on the bed and on your stomach, your legs straining against the spreader bar of their own accord. you open your eyes, but you see only black fog for a few moments, steadily clearing as you shake through the aftershocks. your father has removed his hands from you and is sitting next to you now, watching your face intently.
you smile at him.
[["thank you, sir."]]"a pleasure as always, asano-kun." you hear the click of the cuffs on your ankles being released, and you flex your aching wrists once they're untied. "hard work and clear goals always earn great rewards."
you sit up, checking the damage on your uniform shirt. not stained, probably, but you'll want to put it in the wash as soon as you can.
"i'll go get dinner started," he says as he's heading out the door, "be ready for english [[afterwards."]]you're pretty sure you won this round. the praise, the recognition, the orgasm, all signs point to that, even with the rough start.
but you can't rest on your laurels for too long. after all, it's not even [[midterms yet.]]end (resistance)"i've given you plenty of chances," he continues, the words meaning less and less as just the sound of his voice permeates your mind. "but you seem to be unwilling to take them. are you really so weak that you plan on giving your will entirely to me?"
that strikes something in you. the voice telling you to open your eyes, to move your arms, to //take// something instead of being taken, is starting to take form clear enough to be perceived through the heavy fog of how //good// it feels to be blanketed in your father's voice.
after another moment of struggle, you (link:"open your eyes.")[(goto:"locked into.")]it's muffled into fabric, but you definitely hear a laugh from your father before you feel a stroke of his tongue against you, defeating any indignation you might have had.
"tell me what you want," he whispers, low and dangerous, and you stumble over a few needy sounds before settling on biting your lip to save yourself the embarrassment, and you decide to (link:"show him.")[(goto:"this time.")]dimly, you consider the possibility of being insulted, maybe standing up for yourself--but then there's a hand sliding under the fabric of your shirt, gliding over muscles toned from rigorous gym classes, rubbing and pinching at already hard nipples. when it feels like your whole chest has been claimed, he moves to your lower back below your bound wrists, gently stroking your spine and letting his nails [[scratch lightly.]]it's so much but not enough--getting fucked but not hard, being touched but not where you need, and it's lasted so long without any sign of him letting you get off that when his wandering hand so much as brushes the head of your cock, tears spring to your eyes, a //"yes"// escapes your lips, and you push your hips towards his hand to the best of your abilities.
but the touch is gone in an instant, and you don't even bother to reconsider the pathetic whine that comes [[out of your throat.]]he doesn't say anything about your pathetic display, which is fine by you, but he does continue to let his hand lightly touch your cock every so often as he runs it across your chest and stomach. every time, you feel your body shake and stiffen, anticipation and need and //hope// going through your head at the possibility of him taking you in hand--but he never does.
and then after one too many of these not-touches, you let out a shout, louder than any of the gasps and moans you've surrendered this whole time, and when his hand lingers on your cock for more than half a second, you croak out, //[["please"]]//he moves his hand, and your chest heaves with a sob. //"please,"// you try again, chasing his touch as much as you can before he snatches his hand away, "please, i've been good, i've done as you've said, principal, father, //please-!//"
[["have you?"]]the words hit you like a rush of ice water, sending a cold rush of fear down your spine--any amount of doubt or disappointment in your father's voice is cause for fear, especially now, when you're shaking with need and convinced that you'll suffocate without getting to come, //soon//-
"well," he finally says, and you brace for the worst, "you've certainly proven your commitment to //some// of my lessons."
you're not sure how to respond to that, but it doesn't seem to matter, because you don't have enough time for a response before the fingers inside you are retreating, leaving you empty and wanting even [[worse than before. ]]but then that hand that had been working you open is on the back of your neck, holding you steady, and something about the touch has your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed.
"yes," he says, softly, "very committed to //this//, i see."
and before you can process what //this// is, you hear the snap of his fingers, a whispered word you don't understand, and the world seems to [[float away.]]you're locked in total darkness, completely cut off from the world, from your body, from anything but the feeling of pure, throbbing //want// completely surrounding you.
something touches you, maybe, it's hard to tell where or how and you don't have the ability to concentrate hard enough to determine it, every sensation blending together into a single solid feeling--
you might hear a voice. you can't make out the words, but they have some kind of effect on you, pulling you tighter and tighter and hotter and harder--
you might be making noise, but whether it's heavy wordless breaths or needy cries or coherent pleading is a mystery to you.
what you do know, is that you can't last long like this, you're going to either come or pass out in a matter of [[seconds--]][["wait."]]you can't wait, you don't know how to wait, it's too much, too hot, too tight, [[too--]][["when i say-"]]you can't hear what he says, what he's going to say, you're barely even able to hear that many words, you just want, you want, you //[[want--]]//[[" "]]everything topples, pure sensation crashing around you, the sensations of your arms straining against rope and your throat screaming itself raw and your cock pulsing and twitching all hit you at once, completely clearly for a moment before merging into a single feeling of //relief// that seems to stretch on for hours and hours.
when you finally open your eyes, it takes a moment to adjust to light again. your father is staring at you from his seat on the bed next to you, his expression unreadable.
you try to speak up, maybe fire off a smug line, maybe thank him for how incredible your body feels, but then darkness creeps into your vision again, and this time, [[it stays.]]asano gakuhou sighs, assessing the limp form of his son before him.
perhaps he's done too well in some of his lessons, for there to be such lack of resistance.
his curriculum will need to be revised.
but, in the meantime, he'll wait a little while before starting tonight's [[english study session.]]end (submission)''ABCDイイやづ''
asano gakuhou/asano gakushuu, ~5k words, explicit
for warnings and more info, [[click here]]
to start, (link:"click here")[(goto:"Untitled Passage")]this story contains:
-''explicit father/son incest''
-''extremely dubious consent'' due to mind-altering brainwashing/hypnosis techniques, teacher/student //and// parent/child power dynamics, practice of kink involving a minor, etc. all resistance is portrayed as taking on a challenge against gakuhou rather than explicit non-consent, but the power dynamics involved still make this an inherently Bad situation. be safe, thanks for coming to my ted talk.
-inaccurate depiction of hypnosis because assclass
the good stuff:
blowjobs, vibrators, anal fingering, post-hypnotic triggers and suggestions, orgasm denial, bondage
if you're cool with that, [[click here->Untitled Passage]]
there are two endings to this story, if you need a guide, [[click here->guide]]the endings are determined by flags rather than basic branching paths. to get one ending, you must click the following links when they appear:
skipping one or more of these links and clicking on the other option on the page will give you the other ending.
i've left in the option to click back arrows in this story, but this may cause a bug that will trigger the first ending despite skipping other flags, so for best results, play all the way through. apologies for the inconvenience.
i hope this helps, but if you discover any further bugs, feel free to leave a comment on ao3!
now you can [[click here to start->Untitled Passage]]