the sins hentai

Elise stared at the dark sky with an emotionless expression that evoked fear, as the presence was heavy, almost as if death were near.

Elise was on top of a building of NAX with an outfit that would make any man gaze with readable lust. The white button shirt clung to her body as a second skin, and the tighness of her chest was especially noticeable.

But the way the black pants hugged her buttocks and her thighs was awestruck any man.

But her primary focus was the sky.

"it...can't be right?"

With swiftness, Elise shot up into the sky, her speed surpassing human eyes. The clouds swirled almost like a portal was opening. Then, in a bright flash, Elise fell on the Rooftop of NAX with a woman.

"E-Elise?"

The woman was beautiful and captivating, but the moment she came out of that portal was particularly striking.

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Midas at school paused as he immediately felt a strong connection; his eyes narrowed with a sweet smile that captivated every girl who walked by. No, it made everyone stop what they were doing to look.

Aoi and Surien blushed as they had never seen a smile like that ever in their childhood with Midas.

Midas looked at the two and raised an eyebrow. "Come on, you two," he said. He walked, hooking his arm around Aoi and Surien, who leaned closer.

Midas went to the office to get his schedule for classes, as he needed them. Luckily, he got some classes. What was strange was the males he walked by.

One looked like some pervert with a glass with a greasy hair comb to the side and fat, like those you find in some Denny's or IHOP.

But that wasn't it, but the way the boy was staring at Surien like some piece of meat, it pissed Midas a bit, but he just smiled.

"What class did you get?" Aoi leaned close and pressed her chest against Midas' arm. The softness was terrific, but Midas smirked as he showed them, but he couldn't help but chuckle as Surien was innocent.

His classes were simple.

[ history - business class- Biology- math- and P.E.- Coach]

Now, why would a school have him as a coach? Well, a little manipulation helped, but also because he wanted to see a certain coach; he could taste the sins in this school; it was like a feast ready to be devoured.

Midas walked into class, skipping the welcoming, as he did not care. He yawned as he felt the connection.

"What are you doing here?"

Midas opened his eyes to a stunning woman, but he smiled charmingly—Touka, the mother of Aoi and Surien.

"Nothing, just waiting for you," Midas smirked as he approached her. Touka backed away. Her stoic, cold expression aroused Midas. He cupped her cheek with his right hand.

"But what are you doing here...Touka?" 

Touka blushed a bit as she looked away, but Midas smirked as he grabbed her chin and made her look at him. His blue eyes gleamed with intensity that made Touka's breath hitch.

"What are you doing here?" Touka's voice was a sharp whisper, the first crack in her icy composure.

"I believe my schedule says I belong in this business class," I purred, my thumb stroking the soft skin of her cheek. My smile widened as I leaned in, my voice dropping to an intimate murmur just for her. "But the real reason? I was waiting for you."

I saw the flicker in her dark eyes, a spark of memory and want that she tried so hard to suppress. Her body was rigid, but I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. When I grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to mine, her breath hitched a tiny, almost inaudible sound. Her stoic resolve was a delicious appetizer.

"Come on," I whispered, my lips hovering inches from hers. "I think it's time we reconnect… Darling."

I closed the small gap between us. The kiss was not gentle; it was a claiming, a reminder of a past Touka couldn't erase. 

Her initial stiffness melted away in an instant, replaced by a yielding warmth. Her lips parted, welcoming me, and a soft, desperate sound escaped her throat. Her hands, which had been clenched at her sides, came up to grip the front of my shirt, pulling me closer. The cold, authoritative teacher was gone, replaced by the passionate woman I remembered. When I finally broke the kiss, she was breathless, her dark eyes clouded with a raw, undeniable hunger.

"Not here," she breathed, her voice raspy with desire. She glanced frantically at the classroom door. "My office. It has a lock. Now."

Touka didn't wait for a response. She grabbed my hand, her grip surprisingly strong, and pulled me out of the classroom.

A hurried, determined stride replaced her usual graceful, measured steps as she led me down a thankfully empty corridor. The sound of her heels clicking on the linoleum floor was the only sound besides our quickened breathing. She fumbled with her keys for a moment before unlocking a door marked 'T. FUJIWARA FACULTY HEAD's, ushering me inside and quickly locking it behind us.

The office was neat and orderly, a reflection of her public persona. Books were perfectly aligned on shelves, and stacks of papers were arranged in precise piles on her large oak desk. But the woman who turned to face me was anything but orderly. Her dark hair was slightly disheveled from my grasp, and her piercing eyes, usually so calm and composed, were now alight with a fiery, desperate need.

"Take off your jacket," she commanded, her voice a low, husky tremor. As I shrugged off the school blazer and let it fall to the floor, she was already closing the distance between us. Her hands moved to my tie, her fingers working deftly to loosen the knot. "I hate that uniform on you. It makes you look like a boy, and you are anything but."

I chuckled a low rumble in my chest, and rested my hands on her hips, pulling her flush against me. "And I much prefer you like this, Touka. The composed educator, finally letting her desires show. It's a far more honest look for you."

"Be quiet, you troublemaker," she murmured, her lips finding the column of my throat. She kissed the skin there, her tongue darting out to taste me, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. 

"You waltz back into my life, into my daughters' lives, and you think you can just… do this?" Her words were a protest, but her body told a different story. She pressed herself closer, her hips grinding against mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her hands slid from my chest down to my belt buckle.

"I don't think," I whispered into her ear, my voice laced with the arrogance she secretly craved. "I know." 

I nipped at her earlobe, rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. "I know you've missed this, missed me. Admit it."

Her answer was a guttural moan as her fingers finally unfastened my belt. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with a potent mix of lust and longing.

"I hate you, Midas," she breathed, the words a stark contradiction to the way she hiked up her skirt with one hand and guided my other to the warm, damp heat between her legs. "Now, remind me why I let you ruin me.

"Hate is such a strong word, Touka," a low laugh rumbled from him as he complied, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of her skirt. 

The heat and dampness that met his fingers sent a jolt of raw electricity through him. 

He found her slick folds easily, his thumb stroking the sensitive bud nestled within them. Her breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound in the quiet office. "You? I think the word you're looking for is 'complete'."

Touka's sharp facade crumbled completely, her knees weakening as his fingers began a slow, deliberate rhythm. A soft, guttural moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her hips moved instinctively against his hand, chasing the feeling. 

"You arrogant man," she gasped out, her head falling back to expose the long, graceful line of her throat.

"You have no idea what it's been like—seeing you every day, pretending I don't feel this—pretending I don't remember every single thing we did." 

Her fingers, which had been fumbling with his belt, found their purpose, tugging his trousers and boxers down his hips with an urgent, newfound strength.

Her own need was a palpable force in the room. Kicking off her heels, she hiked her skirt higher around her waist with one hand while the other wrapped around his hardening cock, her grip both firm and reverent. 

"No more pretending," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. She guided the tip of Midas's to her wet entrance, the friction causing them both to hiss in a sharp intake of breath. She didn't wait. With a determined push of her hips, she took all of him inside her, her body arching as she enveloped him completely.

The sudden, complete fullness made her cry out, a sound that was half pain and half ecstasy. Her head thrashed back, her dark hair fanning out over her shoulders. 

"Ah—Midas," she panted, her voice barely a whisper.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, not to push him away, but to pull him impossibly closer. "Right there—just like that." She began to move, her hips rocking against his in a frantic, desperate rhythm, taking control. The professional mask of Head Teacher Fujiwara was gone, utterly shattered and replaced by the passionate, hungry woman who had craved this for far too long. The scent of their combined arousal filled the sterile office air, a heady, intoxicating perfume.

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