Miss Suzumiya (Patreon)

    The school bells chimed the traditional Westminster chimes, indicating it was time for lunch. The entirety of Miss Suzumiya’s class shuffled out of the room, scattering out to meet with their friends or go to their team practices or club activities. All of them, save for one student. He simply pulled his lunch from his bag and began to eat, all alone.

    Miss Suzumiya sat at her desk, her and her lone student the only ones in the entire classroom. She looked up at him, and couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor boy. She hadn’t seen him socialize much, and but he had a fair-to-good academic performance. However, there was something about him,  something that really made him earn her attention… but he was so otherwise unremarkable she couldn’t imagine what it possibly was that had caught her eye. 

    ...And then the word “unremarkable” running through her mind made it click. This boy reminded her of something very specific: the sexually-incompetent boys she enjoyed teasing back in her high school days. And as soon as she recalled that, a certain flood of feelings washed over her; a sort of nostalgic eroticism, rediscovering a deep-seated, long-forgotten fetish she hadn’t explored in years. 

    Driven more out of instinct than good decision making, she stood up from her desk and made her way over to the desk next to her student’s. He noticed his teacher approaching, regarding her with a mixture of confusion and fear. It was rare that anyone spoke to him. Was he about to get some kind of lecture? 

    Instead, Miss Suzumiya opened with “I don’t mean to be rude, but is there a reason you always eat alone?”

    The student, realizing he wasn’t in trouble, suddenly didn’t know how to respond. 

    “Well, I, uh, don’t really have any friends or club activities...” He began to explain. 

    “Really?” Miss Suzumiya answered. “You don’t have any girls you’re interested in?”

    The boy visibly flinched at the mention of the word ‘girl’, as if the mere mention of the fairer sex was an awe-striking concept. He gave a longing, terrified expression that told Miss Suzumiya all she needed to know: This poor thing was just as inept and awkward as her prey from her heyday. 

    “I see, so you have… issues with girls?” She asked him to confirm, although it was painfully obvious. 

    “Uh, uh-huh...” was all he was willing to admit. Miss Suzumiya turned her whole body to face him, taking a more sympathetic tone with her next question. She unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, casually as she could.  Her cleavage was one of her most potent weapons, she knew beta males all had a weakness for breasts. Back in her high school days of teasing boys, she lamented how her school uniform made showing off her chest impossible, so she had to resort to the skimpy costumes she bought for the brigade. But now, she was under no such restriction. 

    “Do you have… sexual problems?” She asked. The boy stared back at her with a high-pitched squeak and turned a vibrant shade of vermilion, already too embarrassed to speak. Once again, that told his teacher all she needed to know. That same ‘cornered prey’ look on his face was the very same as the one she regularly put on dorky guy’s faces in high school, and it re-awakened that sadistic streak long-locked away in her psyche.

    “Show me.” She commanded, knowing the boy was wrapped around her finger. Just as she predicted, her student stood up, practically trembling with embarrassment, but was hypnotized by his teacher’s feminine wiles. His belt undone, he pushed his waistband down to around his mid-thighs, his disappointing, underdeveloped genitalia presented to Miss Suzumiya. 

    A nostalgic sort of humor washed over Haruhi; the miniature package reminding her so much of the ones she tormented in her youth. For the time being, however, she managed to suppress her laughter, though her strained speech was obvious. 

    “Does it- ‘snrk’… get hard?” She asked, barely keeping it together. Mortified, the boy nodded. 

    “Well then, can you… ch-… demonstrate?” 

    The poor boy’s penis twitched and tremored already, beginning to involuntarily comply with his teacher’s request. Still, he helped it along, stroking it with thumb and forefinger until he had a throbbing erection in no time. The eager, stunted erection quaked in the air, already on the verge of blowing its load for Miss Suzumiya.

    Seeing this weak little humiliated cock threatening to dribble for her at a moment’s notice was exactly what Miss Suzumiya was hoping to see. The pathetic way it trembled, trying SO desperately to be bigger, finally put the teacher over the edge. She put her face in her hands and exploded into peals of laughter.

    Her student, with a full crimson face and body, was mortified and aroused beyond comprehension. His teacher, this woman he physically worshipped, cackling into her palms at his most shameful secret. There was no chance that this wouldn’t be the most humiliating thing he would ever endure. 

    Miss Suzumiya, finally collecting herself, felt her sadistic streak return. She looked back up at the boy’s shame, his erection undeterred by all the humiliation. She reached out, her dainty feminine hand slowly approaching the boy’s helpless sexual salute.

    “I’ll bet if I just-” She began, grazing the underside of the boy’s boner. She had planned to say more, but that minuscule contact was all it took. He fired, splattering a spray of two pathetic ropes all over Miss Suzumiya’s hand.  

    “Oh, my.” She mused, equal parts amused and sadistically satisfied. “...I had so much more planned for you, but it looks like you weren’t up to the task! Now get cleaned up before anyone else sees.