When I had selected that choice to continue roleplaying with Principal Iwata, I didn't expect things to spiral out of control the way it did. At the time, it looked like the best option. The other two choices would have me engaging in an affair with him. I thought I would be able to end the game on my terms after that night.
I couldn't.
On the morning of the first day, while my rear was still sensitive to the touch, I discovered that I couldn't prematurely end the game with Principal Iwata. Saya wouldn't let me. The NTL app didn't let me. After Tetsu had gone to work and Keita went with other boys in Togetsumura to catch insects, the principal paid me a visit in my own house. He asked for a massage while I was dressed in my old school uniform, so I did.
On the second day, I was asked to go to school while classes were in session. There, Principal Iwata fondled my breasts for a whole hour. He played with them so much that I climaxed three times before finally being let go.
The third day was the closest call. Principal Iwata intruded on my family as we were having dinner. He asked me to walk around the village to discuss something urgent about Keita's potential transfer. Tetsu wanted to come with me, but I convinced him to rest after a long day of work. When my husband questioned why we couldn't have the conversation at home, the principal made up about not wanting to worry Keita. We didn't go for a walk. We returned to Iwata's house, where I dressed in my school uniform again and performed fellatio until he was satisfied.
Today, on the fourth day, I dreaded what he might want from me. Not once did he ask for sex. Why? To leave me in suspense? If he did, I would have no other choice but to say yes. The NTL app would levy consequences on my family otherwise.
Still, the longer this went on, the more points I was gaining. This round had accrued 30,000 points. By the end of the day, I'd gain another 10,000 points. Every time I checked how much I earned, it eased the guilt of what I was doing with Principal Iwata just a little. He always called me his 'best student' or 'naughty girl', and it wasn't entirely unpleasant. But it did terrify me when alone in the quiet of my own home like this moment.
Standing naked in front of the standing mirror, a mature woman stared back at me. Her hair was long and dark brown, skin slightly tanned from the countryside sun, and my chest showed only the earliest signs of sagging. How was it that so many men lusted after this? Me? I took out the vibrator I'd previously purchased with points from the bottom of my drawer. Urgency spurred me to turn it on. I nearly dropped the vibrator when it started buzzing. Turning it off rendered it inert. I climbed into bed and pressed the vibrator into me before switching it on. The buzzing made my eyes roll back. Pleasure gripped me. My legs writhed so much, I kicked the sheets off the bed. I kneaded my breasts with a free hand.
This was the principal's fault. Touching me so much. Using my body as an outlet for his sexual gratification. Against my will, I couldn't stop thinking about the taste of his penis in my mouth, and the gooey sensation of his semen across my tongue. My wandering thoughts began to imagine what he planned to do with me next and when.
"Almost there…" I murmured, pushing the vibrator deeper into me.
I wanted more. I was so close. However, I could never tell anyone this. Not even to my own husband. This secret and guilt was mine to shoulder until the end of my life. If I told Principal Iwata about the NTL app, he might use it to control me even more.
A loud knock came to my front door. I pulled the vibrator out, feeling robbed of my orgasm. It was still too early for my family to come home. Akemi would have texted me if she was visiting. The knocking grew louder. I quickly threw on a shirt and long skirt, then hurried out to answer the door.
"Yes, who is—" I gasped.
Because standing before me was Principal Iwata.
"Hello, Marika." He smiled, his advance into my house causing me to take steps back.
The principal closed the door on the way in.
"You shouldn't be here!" I exclaimed.
"No? Is it because you were busy just now?" His eyes fell to my chest, where the sweat-soaked shirt clung to me and outlined my bust and nipples.
"I was just… What if someone saw you come to my house? Please, leave!" I tried to push him back towards the door, but he threw me against the wall and kissed me.
The unshaven fuzz of his upper lips tickled my nose. An invading tongue pried my mouth open to worm in. His body pressed against my braless breast.
"The living room… Not here…" I managed to turn my face away, but he kissed my neck instead.
"Good idea. How about you go get changed into your uniform again. I'll be in the living room." Principal Iwata gave my breasts a quick grope and headed in.
So, this was going to be another day of teasing. I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to take it. The comforts of my own bedroom didn't last very long. I got changed into the school uniform that hardly fit me. Iwata was waiting for me when I entered the living room. He had taken a seat on the couch, motioning for me to sit down next to him. I did, and his hand immediately stroked the inside of my thigh and electrified my nerves.
"These past few days have been a lot of fun, hasn't it?" Principal Iwata asked.
I didn't humor him with a response.
He continued, "I was thinking we finally put an end to it."
The answer lodged in my throat. Yes, I wanted to say.
"After all, it gets increasingly risky the more we meet. What do you say about making today our last day?" Principal Iwata suggested, flicking my nipple through the uniform.
"Yes…" I muttered.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you. You have to speak up." He leaned in.
"I want… to have sex." Whiplash struck me as soon as those words left my mouth. "No! What I mean is—"
The principal kissed me again. I fell backwards onto the couch with him on top of me, and I couldn't push him off this time. My words must have set him off. I wasn't able to get a word in. Just as I'd resigned, thinking that was going to have his way with me at last, the weight of his body lifted off me and his lips separated from mine.
I looked down to find Iwata's head under my skirt. The lightest brush of his tongue against my clitoris knocked the wind from my lungs. I sucked in a deep breath.
"Principal, what are you doing… Don't!" I cried.
Pushing his head only made him hook his arms around my legs. The principal buried his face against my crotch, his tongue making swirling motions that drove me crazy. Each flick had me trashing with my entire body. I grabbed a handful of his hair with both hands.
"Oh, my God! I've never… nnh! It feels so good…"
"Never what? Never had Tetsu go down on you before? Just lie back and relax," the principal insisted.
How could I? I never felt this kind of pleasure before. It attacked my senses like no other. Attempting to steady my breathing was pointless. Iwata reached up under my shirt to grab my breasts. Deft fingers pinched my stiff nipples, threatening to tear them off. That was too much for me. What should have been pain, the principal warped into pleasure.
"Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I cried out loud.
My feet curled. My eyes rolled back. Iwata continued to lick, even as my thighs clamped down on his head. He brought me to a second orgasm that had me moaning, unflattering and hoarse. Finally, the man released his hold of me.
"You taste absolutely wonderful, Marika." Principal Iwata licked his lips and grinned. "I know you wanted to have sex, and to be honest, I somehow don't feel the same way. It must sound silly coming from me, after all that we've been doing. One day, I want you to be begging, really begging for it. Until then… " He kissed me again with the same mouth that was between my legs. "You keep being a good girl for me."
Climaxing after being pent-up all morning delivered some semblance of mental clarity. An incredible heat rose up to my face. I turned away, because I must have been blushing harder than ever before. It shouldn't make me happy. But every time we met, that sweet two-word phrase always accompanied pleasure. They were changing me.
Principal Iwata caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and saw himself out of my house. In a trance, I changed out of the uniform, cleaned myself up, and brought the couch cushions outside to spray down. I felt so much lighter than before through it all.
June was fast approaching, as was Keita's test. Cicadas chirped all around me in my backyard. I didn't even realize my phone had been vibrating until their singing had stopped.
"Saya?" I navigated to the NTL app on my phone.
[Hey, Marika! I just wanted to let you know, we rolled out a new update to fix some bugs. One bug even affected you! The option from your latest round didn't let you end whenever you wanted. That's our fault. Teehee~] the digital avatar explained.
"Are… Are you saying I can end the round now?" I asked.
[That's right. But are you sure? You've been really racking up the points. What's 30,000 now? 40,000 at the end of tonight? Imagine how much money you can cash out. Now, imagine how much in a month!]
I selected the Partners System icon, and there was confetti raining over Principal Iwata. Saya told me it indicated an on-going game. Pressing his picture gave me the option to end the round I'd started a few days ago. Ending this torture was a mere centimeters away, yet my thumb wasn't agreeing with me. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before I really did start begging to have sex with him like he wanted.
Still… 10,000 points a day. If I cashed out every single day, that amounted to a 20,000 Yen wage. That was so much more money than we could ever earn together. We would be able to afford Keita's living expenses after his transfer, too.
I closed the app and said, "Maybe a little while longer can't hurt."
The days came and went like an intensely vivid dream. I learned that I wasn't awarded points if nothing happened between me and the principal. Only on the days that we were engaged in a sexual encounter. We saw each other so much less after the fourth. Only three more times, in fact. Our total points accumulated up to 70,000, and he just stopped asking for me. Was it on purpose? Because it was working. I grew increasingly frustrated, tormented by the lack of resolution. It might have been my punishment for blurting out what I really wanted that day.
On the day of the exam, Keita headed to school brimming with confidence. Tetsu and I wished him the best of luck. My son returned home later, looking beaten and defeated. I thought he had failed. That all the hard work and effort he had put in was for naught.
Then, I got a call directly from Principal Iwata. The first thing that came to mind was that he wanted to play with me again. Instead…
"Keita passed!" the principal exclaimed through the phone.
"He… what?" I gasped, drawing my son and Satoshi's attention from the living room couch.
"That's right. I took the liberty of grading Keita's test myself given the circumstances. Mr. Uehara was more than happy to have a slightly smaller workload. Congratulations, Marika. When I send this to Principal Araki, we'll be able to move forward with his transfer. Keita is going to be a student of Higashi High," he explained.
We ended the call, and I stood there in the kitchen feeling a massive sense of relief enveloping me.
"Mom, what happened?" Keita had come over to ask.
"That was the principal just now. You're going to Nagoya!" I replied.
"I… I am? I'm getting my transfer! Satoshi, I did it!" He raced back to his friend to high-five him.
"See, everything worked out in the end!" Satoshi cheered, too.
However, only I knew the truth of it. Keita had come home resigned. That wasn't the look of someone confident about having aced their test. No. The reality was Principal Iwata had intervened.
"That means I can slack off now until I transfer to Higashi, right?" Keita asked.
"No, Keita. Certainly not." I folded my arms and glared. "That means you have to work harder. Promise me that you're going to study harder from now on! Promise me!"
Both Keita and Satoshi were stunned silent. I hadn't noticed how much I'd raised my voice.
"Y-Yeah, mom. I will. I promise. Sorry, I was just joking. I didn't mean to make you angry." My son rubbed the back of his head.
"You didn't. I'm just… anxious about you leaving home and living on your own. You're only fifteen, and I thought you were going to be around for a few years longer. I know you tend to oversleep because you read your comics all night," I said.
"I'm getting better about that. Really! Nothing a few more alarms on my phone won't fix. Besides, you and dad can always visit me. I'll even take the train back sometimes," he promised.
There was a bit of Tetsu in Keita. A lot of promises. Only time would tell if Keita kept those promises. To me, he was still that eight pound baby crying in my arms as soon as I gave birth to him. So fragile and precious that I hesitated to even let Tetsu hold him. That tiny thing had grown up now, ready to leave the nest. Fifteen years old, and already bursting with energy to be independent. At the very least, I had to let him leave this dying little village. He had no future here, but in Nagoya—
"So… Can Satoshi and I go now? I kinda wanna go around telling everyone in the village." Keita inched for the door.
"Sure. But don't be out too late. I want you here when your dad gets home to celebrate together. We'll have a big hot pot dinner," I said.
"Sweet!" He dipped out of the living room.
Satoshi gave me a look before following my son out. It reminded me of our promise. I grabbed the side of my arm and squeezed my thighs together. After all that had happened between me and Principal Iwata, I didn't want to fathom what more the NTL would have me do with other men.
My phone started ringing. Akemi's name showed up on the lockscreen. Perfect. I could tell her the good news and invite her over for dinner, too.
"Yes? It's Marika," I answered.
"I, uh… I'm kind of in a pickle and might need your help with something," Akemi said nervously from the other end.
"Why? What happened?"
"It's the NTL app. It gave me some crazy choices, and I ended up picking the least outrageous one. The problem is, well, it's a threesome with Mr. Shiraishi and you," she explained.