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Taylor swallowed, hesitating for a moment, before stepping up to the shadow clone, hesitantly reaching down to line up her cock with his ass. Once again, I saw her hesitate, but I gave her no time to back out. I lined up my own length with her ass and pushed forwards. Taylor gave a slight jump, moving forwards, her dick popping into the clone. The sensation of a dick inside her ass as her own was enveloped caused her to gasp, but I didn't allow her any time to adjust.

I took her hips in both hands, and started pumping in and out of her ass, watching her face contort into a look of pure pleasure. Her moans grew louder each time I hit bottom. Soon enough, she was panting loudly, moaning incoherently. My clone grabbed her hip tightly and began pulling her against him faster and deeper, causing her to scream louder still.

Soon after, we were fucking like rabbits, our groins slapping together as we slammed in and out of each other, our cocks throbbing with each thrust. I could tell that we weren't far off from cumming, but I wanted this to last just a little bit longer. When I finally did feel the familiar tightening in my balls, I slowed down, savoring the feeling of her tight ass gripping me, then stopped completely.

“Fuck!” I grunted, holding myself above Taylor as I started cumming inside her.

She looked up at me with pleading eyes, “Please… please don't stop,” she whimpered, her own orgasm apparent in both how she clenched down on me and the tone in her voice.

My clone let out a low moan as well, his body trembling as he came, his cum painting his and Taylor's stomachs. We collapsed onto the bed, spent and sated. The clone disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and I twitched as the memories flooded into my mind. Not quite as bad as I’d been afraid of, but still not something I was eager to do frequently. Was it hypocritical of me? Most certainly. Did I care? Not really.

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The rest of the following week passed without incident. I gave Taylor some additional training, taught at Winslow, had Sophia and Emma over for more training, rinse and repeat. Getting into March, I was pleasantly surprised at the girls’ progress. All three had managed to get the basic illusionary clone technique down, and while Emma and Taylor were both struggling, Sophia could somewhat reliably use the Kawarimi (the Body Replacement). She didn’t manage it every time, but about one in five times she managed it.

Still, there’d come a time when I’d have to let the three know that I was providing instruction to all of them. It was one thing for Emma and Sophia to know about each other, especially since Sophia had specifically asked I start showing Emma how to utilize chakra, but after the last two years, keeping the three of them from blowing up when the reveal inevitably happened. It would be best if I were to get ahead of it.

As I sat in my living room, sipping on a glass of whiskey, as I considered how to break it to Taylor that I was instructing the girls who had bullied her since practically her mother's death. But as I sat there, my thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on my door. I got up to answer it, and there she was - Taylor, standing in the doorway, her long brown hair cascading down her back and her eyes fixed on mine.

“Can I come in?” she asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“Of course,” I said, stepping aside to let her in.

She walked past me and sat down on the couch, her eyes still fixed on mine. There was something different about her today, something in the way she moved and the way she looked at me. As I sat down next to her, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire in my stomach.

“What can I do for you, Taylor?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“I… I don't know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just felt like coming over.”

I could tell she was nervous, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she avoided eye contact. I took a deep breath and decided to take a chance.

“Taylor, is there something on your mind that you want to talk about?” I asked, gently placing my hand on top of hers.

She looked down at our hands and then back at me, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

“I don't know how you're going to react, but I need to tell you something,” she said, her voice breaking.

I felt a pang of worry in my chest. What could she possibly have to tell me?

“Whatever it is, Taylor, you can tell me. You know that, right?” I said, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

She took a deep breath and then blurted out, “I think I'm in love with you.”

I was completely taken aback. I hadn't expected this at all. But as I looked at her, really looked at her, I realized there had been something there between us all along. Something that I had been trying to ignore.

“I… I don't know what to say, Taylor,” I stammered, feeling a mixture of guilt and desire.

“I know it's complicated, and you're my teacher, and you're probably not interested in me like that. But I just had to tell you. I couldn't keep it inside anymore,” she said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I reached over and wiped away her tears with my thumb, “Taylor, I don't know what the future holds for us, but I do know that I care about you. It isn't love, but I do care for you.”

Her eyes lit up at my words, and she leaned in closer to me, “I'll take it.”

Before I could react, she pressed her lips against mine in a desperate kiss. I was taken aback by the suddenness of it, the impulsiveness not remotely what I'd come to expect from her, but then it deepened, our tongues tangling together as we explored each other's mouths.

It was a forbidden pleasure, and I knew that I was risking everything by giving in to my desire. But in that moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was Taylor, and the way she felt in my arms. When the kiss finally ended, we sat there, panting, our foreheads pressed together.

“There’s something else you should be aware of,” I said, refocusing on what I’d been thinking about prior to her showing up on a Sunday afternoon. “You aren’t the only one I’ve been providing cape training for.”

“It’s Sophia and Emma, isn’t it?” she asked, making me blink in surprise. Taylor glanced to the side and explained, “I saw the top of the Resistance Seals on their backs during Gym Class the other day. It was why I was a bit distracted yesterday.”

“Yet you still wish to continue?” I asked, seeking clarification.

“Mr. Smith, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I want to continue training with you, even if it means training with my former bullies,” she said, determination in her voice.

I couldn't help but feel proud of her in that moment. She had come such a long way since I first met her, and I knew that she had the potential to be a great hero one day. But as much as I admired her, I knew that our relationship would complicate things.

“Taylor, we can't let anyone know about us,” I said, my voice low.

“I know,” she said, nodding her head. “But I don't want to hide what we have, Mr. Smith.”

I sighed, knowing that she was right. But the risk was too great. If anyone found out about us, not only could my career as a teacher and a hero be ruined, but Taylor's future could be damaged as well.

“Taylor, we have to be careful. You know that, right?” I said, taking her hand in mine.

“Yes, I know,” she said, her voice quiet.

We sat there in silence for a moment, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I knew that this was just the beginning of a complicated journey, and I wasn't sure where it would take us. But in that moment, all I cared about was Taylor, and the way she made me feel.

“I care for you, Taylor,” I said, looking into her eyes. “And I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

“I know you will,” she said, leaning in for another kiss.

As we kissed, I knew that this was just the beginning. It was high time I stopped pussyfooting around. I knew more of chakra than literally everyone else in the world combined, I was growing tired of playing the role of the civilian I’d chosen when I first arrived.

It was time to shake things up, to make the gangs scared of the shadows once again. And with Taylor by my side, I knew that anything was possible.

We broke apart, and I looked at her with newfound determination.

“Taylor, I have a proposition for you,” I said, my voice low and intense.

“What is it?” she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

“I want you to join me in my mission to take down the gangs,” I said, my heart racing with the possibilities.

Taylor looked at me with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

“Are you sure about this, Mr. Smith? I mean... I'd been thinking about being a hero, but it could be dangerous,” she said, her voice wavering slightly.

“I'm sure,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “Together, we can make a difference. And I promise to keep you safe. That's without considering the fact that I'm certain that I can bring Sophia and Emma to heel and have them cooperate.”

I could see the determination in her eyes, the fire that burned within her. She was ready to take on the world, and I knew that she would be a force to be reckoned with.

“Okay,” she said, her voice firm. “Let's do this.”

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“In two weeks, if I feel you have progressed enough, I will introduce the two of you to my other pupil,” I told Sophia and Emma the following Friday.

“You have more than us?” Emma asked in surprise.

“Yes, I’ve been working with Taylor,” I said, watching their expressions closely.

Their faces twisted into a mix of shock and confusion. Sophia spoke up first, “What? That weakling?”

“Taylor has come a long way,” I said sternly, defending her and chiding Sophia. “And she’s already proven to be a valuable asset in my mission against the gangs. More so than either of you.”

Sophia and Emma exchanged a glance, and I could tell they were skeptical. But I knew that with time, they would come to understand.

“If you two continue to cooperate with me, I promise to make you all great heroes. Together, we can make a difference in this city,” I said, my voice filled with conviction.

Sophia and Emma nodded in agreement, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a much larger journey. Idly, I considered whether or not Taylor would be interested in a more carnal means of mending bridges with Emma and Sophia. The thought of Taylor fucking Emma while I bred Sophia was a tantalizing one.

But I quickly pushed that thought away. While it was true that our relationship had brought about a certain level of excitement and risk, I couldn't let it cloud my judgment when it came to my newly chosen mission and my pupils.

Over the next few days, I continued to train Sophia, Emma, and Taylor, pushing them to their limits and beyond. I was impressed by their progress, and I knew that they had the potential to become great heroes one day.

And then, one night, everything changed.