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Mr. Zhongli put forth plenty of effort into making his classroom into a safe, tranquil environment. It was made very clear to his students that they are welcomed, regardless of identity. The discussions were engaging, the bookwork was easy and the group projects went by with a breeze. Even the other teachers felt tinges of bittersweet jealousy when they saw how cheerful Mr. Zhongli’s students were before and after class.
Right before the bell rings, the hallway is devoid of students. The atmosphere is mildly unsettling and too quiet for its own good. It’s a perfect place for students like Aether and Fischl, two blonde-headed brats who could be awarded gold medals in the sport of class skipping.
They were shockingly good at it. Aether was agile and stealthy, and Fischl could talk herself out of any situation that may occur. This dynamic allowed for them to come and go to class whenever they pleased, disregarding the strict rules expected of them.
“So, who’s class do you have next? Is it worth skipping?” Fischl asks, accompanying Aether beneath the stairwell, who had just returned from an after-lunch excursion. “I’m going to get some Dandelion Cider with Bennett and Razor when the bell rings. Care to join us?” Fischl asks, nudging Aether with a wink.
“I would love to… but I really shouldn’t. I have Environmental Science with Mr. Zhongli. It’s the only class I actually even like, so you can go ahead without me today. I’ll ride the bus home anyways.” Aether says exasperatedly, ending his short monologue with a sigh.
“Eh, thats fair.” Fischl reassures Aether with a shoulder rub. “You have been getting caught WAY more than you should lately. Its Friday, go home and take a long nap.” Fischl advises, to which Aether silently appreciates and nods.
“Pfft, why even wait til I get home? Mr. Zhongli’s class is boring anyways, I’ll pass out in no time.” Aether chuckles, receiving a playful shoulder punch from Fischl as she cracks up. Their laughter echos throughout the stairwell.
The ringing bell strikes the ears of the blonde duo. They exchange a quick fist bump, wish each other a good weekend, and jog away to their destinations.
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“So… basically, the category that a rock belongs to, actually tells us how it was made. With that being said, would anyone like to guess how sedimentary rocks are formed?” Mr. Zhongli inquires upon his students. His voice is deep and commanding, echoing throughout the classroom.
The worn-out students shoot each other quick glances, seeing if anyone besides themselves is going to bite the bait and answer Mr. Zhongli’s question. It is the last class of the day, and everyone is just impatiently waiting to be dismissed.
The classroom falls silent.
“Anyone? No?” Mr. Zhongli appears exasperated. All of his classes today were lively, engaging and fruitful. Yet his final class before dismissal is anything but.
Before Mr. Zhongli continues to teach without an answer, a frail hand raises from behind a sea of weary heads.
“..I-I suppose.. they are formed with sediments..?” Xiao answers meekly.
“Yes, Xiao, good! You are correct.” Mr. Zhongli seems excited that atleast one of his students are listening.
“Yes, sedimentary rocks are formed by layers of sediment that merge together over time.” Mr. Zhongli is awfully passionate about rocks, Aether reckons, as he watches the trainwreck of a lesson unfurl before him.
“Alright, everyone grab a partner. When you’re done, meet me at my desk to pick up the assignment you’ll be working on today. Am I clear?” Mr. Zhongli instructs. Several exhausted students confirm their understanding of his instructions with a quiet “yes Mr. Zhongli..”
Aether isn’t particularly fond of anyone in his Environmental Sciences class. All of his best friends are currently drinking dandelion cider without him. Aether wishes he would have gone.
He can see the several pairs of partners lined up at Mr. Zhongli’s desk, waiting to be handed their conjoined assignment. Aether looks around and notices that he and Xiao are the only students without a partner.
“Wanna do this?” Aether asks.
“Sure..” Xiao replies, reluctantly making his way over to receive the paperwork from their teacher.
Xiao and Aether aren’t particularly close, but Aether doesn’t want to see him work alone either.
“Ahem..” Mr. Zhongli clears his throat, all eyes falling on the only partners who haven’t received their assignment yet.
“Oh.. let’s go get the papers.” Aether and Xiao stand up from their seats slowly and appear infront of Mr. Zhongli’s desk, waiting to grab the assignment.
“Here’s the assignment. It shouldn’t take you too long.” Mr. Zhongli reaffirms his most hesitant duo. Xiao scans his eyes over the paper and nods slowly, already planning out how he’s going to finish this assignment.
“Thank you…” Xiao says, returning to his desk in the very back of the class. Before Aether can join him there, Mr. Zhongli begins to speak.
“Ahem, Aether..” Mr. Zhongli begins.
“Yes?” Aether asks.
“Your outfit is unacceptable by our Dress Code standards. Please see me after class.” Mr. Zhongli explains, his stare scanning over Aether and ultimately landing on his sandals. Pink painted toes wiggle out from the strappy, summer footwear.
Aether scoffs, walks away, and plops down in the seat beside Xiao, who’s already begun working on their assignment and is halfway finished.
“He wasn’t lying.” Xiao says.
“Huh?” Aether replies, confused as to what he means.
“When he said it wouldn’t take too long… he was right.” Xiao reveals, much to the relief of Aether, who was worried he’d have to hear another unwanted opinion about his outfit.
Aether wonders what Mr. Zhongli will say to him. This isn’t the first time his outfit has been flagged as unacceptable, and Aether loves to push the limits. Aether remembers the times that he was scolded by his other teachers for his crop tops, skirts, hats and spiky collars. Apparently, they’re “distracting” and “inappropriate.” Aether scoffs at the memories, watching Xiao scribble furiously at the paper.
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The bell rings for the last time of the day.
“Have a good rest of your day, everyone!” Mr. Zhongli waves goodbye to his students, collecting the assignments from the duos as they exit through the classroom door. Xiao and Aether are the last to hand in their work.
“Thank you, Xiao.” Mr. Zhongli says, to which Xiao silently waves and exits as quickly as he can, leaving Aether alone in the classroom with their teacher.
Mr. Zhongli returns to his chair, shuffling the papers and placing them upon his desk.
“Do you know why I have you here?” Mr. Zhongli inquires.
“Uhh.. because of my clothes??” Aether replies sarcastically.
“Yes.. this outfit is unacceptable.” Aether can see how Mr. Zhongli has averted his gaze towards the floor, pointing at his footwear.
“Open-toed shoes are not allowed. If we would have done a lesson in the lab today, you wouldn’t have been allowed to participate. We don’t want that happening, do we? A zero, due to your outfit?” Mr. Zhongli explains, shifting around in his seat uncomfortably.
“Yeah.. you’re right. Sorry.” Aether musters up the best apology he can. Truthfully speaking, Aether doesn’t really care about not participating in a lab, and he doesn’t care about having a zero, either. Yes, he reckons that his personal fashion is much more important.
“Don’t apologize. Just do the right thing. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mr. Zhongli reassures Aether and dismisses him from his classroom.
“Seeya..” Aether says, exiting the classroom.
As he walks away, Mr. Zhongli can hear the flip-flap-flip-flap of Aether’s strappy, white sandals all the way down the hall.
Mr. Zhongli sighs deeply at his desk, unhappy with the circumstances. He looks down, and..
Oh.
His pants are bulging.
“Fuck…” Mr. Zhongli groans, annoyed at his own arousal, yet horny enough to do something about it.
His mind replays the images of Aether’s pink, pedicured toes inside the summer footwear. How he stands up on his toes, how he turns on his heel and walks away fiercely, how he wiggles them unconsciously while focusing on his work. Mr. Zhongli can feel his cock twitch in his pants.
Ashamed of himself, he throws his head back on his chair and stares up at the ceiling, silently begging for forgiveness as he palms his erection through his pants.
Aether is defiant. Aether is rude. He doesn’t finish his assignments, he makes others do them for him. Aether skips class. He scoffs, yawns, and speaks sarcastically. His outfits are almost always a violation of the dress code. Aether is a teachers worst nightmare.
Yet, for Mr. Zhongli, Aether is his best fantasy.
By now, Mr. Zhongli is unabashedly masturbating underneath his desk. He feels terrible, no, downright disgusting for having such sick fantasies towards one of his own students. Mr. Zhongli recalls some of Aether’s outfits while he strokes up and down his length.
Aether in a short, denim skirt.
Aether in a crop top.
Aether in fishnet tights.
Aether with his long, blonde hair down.
Aether in tight, denim shorts.
Aether in sandals.
Aether barefoot.
Aether naked.
Mr. Zhongli strokes his fist around his cock to his imagination, sucking air sharply through his teeth and cursing under his breath as he pumps himself to climax. As he cums, his brain replays the images of Aether’s perfect feet over and over again through his orgasm, white ropes of cum staining his ironed black pants and dress shirt.
He was tired, but now he is exhausted. The shame he feels from jerking off to the thought of his brattiest student has sucked every bit of energy from his body. The weight of his desires are becoming too much to bear.
Mr. Zhongli attempts to clean himself up the best he can. His dress shirt and black pants are both cum-stained, and the cheap tissues are only making the stains more obvious. His hair is disheveled, his cheeks are bright red and his knees wobble as he stands up. His shame follows him around like a dark, encompassing shadow.
Mr. Zhongli forgoes his work and leaves early, walking through the courtyard and to his car at a fast pace, so that no one can see the evidence of his depravity displayed on his shirt and crotch.
As Mr. Zhongli drives away, he leaves behind his sick obsessions.
What happens in the school, stays in the school.
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“Aether..”
“Aether.”
“Aether!!”
The sleeping beauty comes to awareness.
“Wake up or stand up. I won’t tell you again.” Mrs. Gunnhildr says, warning Aether.
Aether stirs to alertness and sees his peers staring at him. Some are snickering, some don’t even look. They must have gotten used to his antics.
Mrs. Gunnhildr shakes her head in disapproval and continues with her lesson. Aether, who is now regrettably awake, repositions himself in his seat to attempt to stay awake until the end of class. Math is utterly, terribly boring, and Aether cannot wait until the bell rings so he can finally go to lunch.
His teachers lesson fades away in his mind. Her words turn to mumbles and her expertise in mathematics does not impress him. Instead, all Aether can think about is how Mr. Zhongli is not going to be happy with his outfit today.
Aether is wearing a denim miniskirt, a summery cropped tee and the same strappy white sandals that he was reprimanded for the day prior. Everyone has their own style of course, and Aether had no shame in wearing what he desired and showing off his body. He was proud to be different, even if it resulted in punishment.
Disregarding the warnings that Mr. Zhongli gave him, Aether decided to wear the sandals again today. In the mornings before leaving to go to school, Aether chooses his outfits meticulously. His fashion is daring, androgynous, and a little revealing.
Aether looks down at himself, scanning his eyes over his own clothes. He knows Mr. Zhongli will say something about his shoes, but he wonders if he can get a free pass since today is Friday. Most teachers choose to ignore his clothes, not wanting to deal with Aether on top of all the other work they have to do. He hopes Mr. Zhongli feels similarly.
‘Mr. Zhongli is a nice guy.. maybe he won’t say anything today..’ Aether reckons silently to himself, praying for an easy day.
“Aether.” Mrs. Gunnhildr beckons for his attention once again. Aether snaps out of his distractions, not realizing he was staring off into space worrying about what will happen when he sees his Environmental Sciences teacher.
“Pay attention. Your grades will appreciate it.” She says, revealing Aether’s academic performance to the entire class.
“Whatever…” Aether replies with a scoff, turning his cheek to his strict and unrelenting teacher. He acts aloof, pretending like he doesn’t care while under the gaze of his peers.
Before the rest of the students can either giggle or raise eyebrows at his ill-mannered remark..
The bell rings.
Aether quickly removes himself from his chair and attempts to be the first one out of the door. He wants nothing to do with Mrs. Gunnhildr. Considering her demeanor, he’s intimidated by how she may decide to punish him, if she catches him before he disappears.
“Don’t be so hasty, Aether. Stay for a moment.” Mrs. Gunnhilder catches Aether off guard. He stops in his tracks and curses under his breath, turning on his heel and stomping his way back into the bleak classroom. Aether steps reluctantly up to her desk, waiting to be scolded.
“You need to fix your attitude. And your outfit as well. This is entirely inappropriate.” Mrs. Gunnhildr warns Aether of his actions, speaking in a strict and dominating voice. This is not the first time he has been reprimanded by a teacher, and it definitely won’t be the last. Needless to say, Mrs. Gunnhildr can’t seem to get a reaction from the nonchalant boy.
As such, Aether chooses not to reply or make excuses. He simply stands around and makes it obvious that he’s only just waiting to leave.
“Nothing to say?” Mrs. Gunnhildr becomes more and more frustrated by the second.
Aether rolls his eyes at her.
“Fine, then. Your failure to comply has resulted in a write-up. You’ll be staying after hours today in detention.” Mrs. Gunnhildr grabs a pink slip of paper, quickly jots down Aether’s name and infractions, and hands the paper to her ill-mannered student with a fake, sarcastic smile.
“If you don’t show, you’ll get suspended. And with the way your grades are, I wouldn’t try to.” Mrs. Gunnhildr turns back to her pile of paperwork and dismisses Aether with a hand waving goodbye.
Aether wastes no time to turn back around and leave, crumpling up the detention slip and promptly tossing it in the bin as he goes.
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“Wow, I knew Mrs. Gunnhildr was a bitch, but I didn’t think she was THAT bad.” Fischl exclaims, attempting to make Aether feel better.
“Yeah. She’s literally so fucking rude, she called me out for having low grades in front of the entire class.” Aether says, prodding at his unappealing school lunch. His mood was dampened by the events in his math class today, and now he can only think about how tedious and tiring after-school detention will be.
“That’s fucked up, Aether. I’m sorry. Hey, if it makes you feel any better, you can probably leave detention early depending on who the supervisor is.” Fischl reveals.
“Yeah? Who would let me leave early?” Aether asks, wishing for any reason to leave this place earlier than he’s expected to.
“I had after-school detention with Mr. Alberich. He’s pretty cool, and also wanted to go home, so he dismissed me after only, like, ten minutes. So hopefully, you get him.” Fischl explains, attempting to relieve Aether’s mood.
“Yeah, hopefully.” Aether pushes his lunch tray away from him, his appetite nearly non-existent.
“Yesterday, Mr. Zhongli was acting super weird.” Aether says after a moment of silence.
“What’d he do?” Fischl mumbles with a mouthful of food.
“He gave me a dress code warning. It was weird, because he’s never said anything about my clothes before. He told me that open-toed shoes aren’t allowed in his class, and he was acting really weird about it. He was like, staring at my feet, almost.” Aether recalls the events to Fischl, who is wide-eyed and sipping from a juice box.
“Wow, what the hell?! Seriously?! Trust me, you don’t even wanna do the labs anyways. They’re boring. Don’t worry about what he says. I doubt he’ll say anything to you today, it’s Friday.” Fischl is undoubtedly shocked at the events that Aether had explained to her.
She always thought Mr. Zhongli was one of the most gentle teachers, and she’s awfully surprised that he would go as far to warn Aether, especially over something as menial as the dress code. She reckons that he must have been having an off day.
The bell rings. The blonde duo share a hug before going their separate ways.
“Good luck today! You’ll need it!” Fischl yells, jogging away and waving goodbye to her dear friend.
Aether sighs. He mentally prepares himself for his final class of the day.
Just one more class, and then he can finally enjoy his weekend.
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Mr. Zhongli’s class goes by with a breeze. There was no partner work, there was no rude teacher, and there was no comments made about his outfit. Aether’s pleasant surprise seemed to have lifted his mood, leaving him feeling excited for another weekend.
The class consisted of light bookwork. Mr. Zhongli had tons of leftover papers to grade from yesterday, so he decided to let his students work independently.
Aether silently reads the textbook and refers to it several times to complete his assignment with the correct answers. Impertinent as he is, Aether still wants to maintain halfway decent grades. As he scribbles his answers haphazardly unto his paper, Aether shifts around in his chair and leans forward, his denim miniskirt riding up his back. His little feet make pitter-patter noises as he impatiently taps his sandals against the cold tile.
Of course, Mr. Zhongli is one to notice all of this.
Mr. Zhongli is an awfully good actor. He’s the type of teacher that allows the more introverted students to eat their lunch in his classroom, giving them a safe and quiet space to spend time alone. He’s the type of teacher to receive plenty of gifts during Appreciation Week. He’s the type of teacher to give extended due dates, grade roundups, and extra credit. A lot of students, teachers and parents are always rewarding him for his welcoming aura.
What they don’t see is his obsessive gaze, constantly assessing his favorite student. What they don’t see is his depraved and sick actions, pleasuring himself after school hours in his own classroom. What they don’t see are his astute observations, keeping track of Aether’s favorite days to skip class and the days he actually shows up.
Truthfully, Mr. Zhongli has always noticed how Aether dresses and acts. He’s been aware of his infractions for months, and yet, he has waited a very long time to enforce the rules.
Mr. Zhongli has mentally prepared himself to keep Aether after class for weeks. He’s been waiting for him to wear something off-the-wall enough to warrant an extended stay. He has even gone as far to practice the lines in the mirror.
With that being said, yesterday was huge for Mr. Zhongli. His confidence was given a major boost, and he feels good enough to keep Aether after class for a second day in a row. If he keeps this up, it’ll become a daily thing, and he can wake up with a reason to keep going to work.
Aether finally bubbles in the final question on his worksheet. He scans the paper for any missed questions or mistakes, and finishes his work by signing his name at the top.
As he brings his paper to Mr. Zhongli, he notices that he was the last student to finish.
“Ahem..” Mr. Zhongli begins after taking Aether’s completed assignment and dropping it into the tray with all of the other completed assignments.
“…yes?” Aether inquires, trying not to be too loud in a class full of students who are sleeping and/or listening to music.
“See me after class.” Mr. Zhongli says simply.
Aether feels defeated. His heart sinks deep into his stomach.
The thoughts are all racing in his head. Is he going to get suspended? Is Mr. Zhongli in communication with Mrs. Gunnhildr? Is he going to be banned from participating in labs?
Aether’s head is spinning.
And with that…
The bell rings.
Each and every student stands up, pushes in their chair, and waves goodbye to their seemingly charming teacher. Except for Aether, who remains seated.
After all the students clear out, Mr. Zhongli shuts the door with a soft click. He turns to face Aether, his amber eyes burning holes into Aether’s soul.
“I want you to tell me why I held you after class.” Mr. Zhongli commands.
“Because… Mrs. Gunnhildr told you I had after-school detention?” Aether answers, giving an honest reason.
“I- Well, no.. That’s not why.” Mr. Zhongli puts one hand against the wall and leans into it, clearly overcome by stress. He lets out a deep, worried sigh before speaking again.
“Your clothes, Aether. They are much too distracting. If I have to tell you again, you’re getting a referral. Don’t make me do this.” Mr. Zhongli sounds awfully desperate, Aether reckons. Before he can reply, Mr. Zhongli starts again.
“By the way, I’m the supervisor for after-school detention today.” Mr. Zhongli reveals. Aether’s stomach drops abruptly.
“So please, make yourself comfortable.”
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“So yeah… that’s the reason why I have detention today.” Aether finishes explaining to Mr. Zhongli the reason behind his stay.
Usually, Aether would be doing some sort of bookwork, and then allowed to leave when he finishes. Of course, with Mr. Zhongli, things are a little different. Him and Aether have been chatting for a while, completely losing track of time and direction.
“Wow. That is truly unprofessional. Would you like me to submit an anonymous tip about Mrs. Gunnhildr?” Mr. Zhongli suggests.
“No, no! You don’t have to do that… it wasn’t really that big of a deal anyways…” Aether attempts to relieve the conversation, not wanting to talk about it anymore than he already has.
“Oh, my sweet Aether… you don’t understand.” Says Mr. Zhongli, putting away his paperwork and moving away from his desk. Aether watches as Mr. Zhongli comes near, leaning on the student desk across from him.
Mr. Zhongli rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows and leans forward on Aether’s desk, coming closer to his ear to whisper quietly…
“I’ll never let anyone hurt you. That should never happen again.” Mr. Zhongli whispers in a deep, raspy voice. Aether trembles at how closely Mr. Zhongli is whispering to him, his warm breath trickling down his neck. Aether catches his breath and shifts around in his seat to relieve the oncoming arousal of the circumstances.
“Mr. Zhongli…” Aether whines, reveling in the attention from his awfully handsome teacher. “Really… it’s fine. I’ll be okay..” Aether pleads.
“Where’s your attitude, Aether? Don’t you see how she humiliated you?” Mr. Zhongli whispers again, brushing his lips against the outer shell of Aether’s ear.
“Y-yes…” Aether begins to breathe heavily. “She embarrassed me..” Aether whines.
Aether’s facade is being quickly torn down by Mr. Zhongli’s advances. He no longer possesses the will to be defensive, ignorant or rude. The closer Mr. Zhongli gets, the more soft and pliant Aether becomes.
“I’m so sorry to hear that, baby.” Mr. Zhongli whispers, running the tip of his tongue down Aether’s cold ear, closing it with a suckle as he reaches the lobe.
“Ah~ Mr. Zhongli… what are you doing?” Aether asks, playing dumb. He knows what Mr. Zhongli is doing, and he’s aware of the consequences he could face for reciprocating. Yet, Aether has no shame. Mr. Zhongli is too handsome and too magnetic to quit now.
“I’m sorry, my dear… I shouldn’t be doing this.” Mr. Zhongli whispers, pulling himself away from the object of his strongest desires. A thin string of saliva connects him to Aether, keeping him in close proximity.
Mr. Zhongli moves away from the desk and slowly begins to kneel down before Aether, hanging his head low in shame.
“It’s… it’s okay. You.. didn’t-“
“No. I shouldn’t be doing this. You can go home, Aether.” Mr. Zhongli cuts Aether off before he can finish, still refusing to make eye contact.
Aether is still utterly shocked at the advances Mr. Zhongli was making just a moment ago. He had always felt that Mr. Zhongli was a bit pervy, but now he has the proof of it. Either way, Aether is fueled by half parts curiosity and arousal to go home so early.
Instead of arguing, Aether shifts his legs from underneath the desk and settles them down right infront of Mr. Zhongli, who is still kneeling on the floor.
“Is this what you want? Just be honest, you look desperate enough already.” Aether snaps, dangling his pretty feet and smooth legs before Mr. Zhongli like flesh to a tiger.
Mr. Zhongli’s eyes snap forward, his irises cloudy and dark with lust. As he gazes upon Aether’s dainty and perfect feet, he struggles with self restraint.
“May I?” Mr. Zhongli asks after a moment of awkward silence fueled by sexual tension.
“I’m waiting…” Aether retorts, tapping his sandals impatiently against the tile.
Mr. Zhongli reaches forward and begins to gently caress and stroke Aether’s calves, his fingers slowly unraveling the straps of his sandals. Mr. Zhongli carefully removes Aether’s shoes, one after the other, and tosses them aside to focus on his sweet prize. The kneeling man strokes his large hands down Aether’s thin calves and stops when he reaches his pretty, pedicured feet, cradling them both in his hands. Mr. Zhongli runs his thumb over each toe, breathing heavily beneath Aether.
Aether can see that Mr. Zhongli is rock hard through his pants. His cock is forming a tent in the fabric, peeking up to catch the blonde boys’ attention. He never realized how sensitive his toes were until a warm, wet tongue slithers in between them. Aether is surprised at how good it feels, pleasure rippling throughout his body as Mr. Zhongli sucks and licks his feet.
“Ah~ that feels good…!” Aether whines, encouraging his desperate teacher to keep going.
Mr. Zhongli brings Aether’s right foot away from his lips and guides it down to where his cock is leaking through his uniform, giving Aether silent permission to use his feet to make his teacher cum in his pants.
“Yeah, you like that? You’re such a fucking pervert~” Aether injects, ending with a high-pitched breathy moan. His cock is throbbing and forming a bulge in his panties and denim skirt, the layers of fabric stuck together with precum. Aether spreads his legs and slides his panties over to the side, presenting himself prettily for the depraved man worshipping his feet.
Aether purposefully strokes his foot against Mr. Zhongli’s cock, hard through his pants. He can feel how Mr. Zhongli jerks his hips upward to grind against Aether, desperate and lustful in all the wrong ways. Lost in a daze of arousal, the two have completely forgotten where they’re at and what they were originally supposed to be doing.
“You want me to make you cum in your pants?” Aether teases, whining and moaning as he touches himself, the lewd noises from his sticky, small cock flooding the classroom.
Mr. Zhongli does not answer. Instead, he continues to maneuver his tongue all over Aether’s left foot, drowning in shame and arousal as he nears his orgasm by just having Aether rub him through his clothes.
“Please…” Mr. Zhongli breathes, desperately grinding his erection on the sole of Aether’s foot. Aether feels his warm breath envelop his toes as Mr. Zhongli begs for release from his student. By now, the sun is setting and the detention hours should be wrapping up soon.
Aether presses his foot down even harder onto Mr. Zhongli’s aching cock, impatiently wishing to witness his perverted teacher orgasm under his control. Mr. Zhongli fully embraces Aether’s leg, sucking and licking his knee and thigh as he humps forward to reach his climax.
Mr. Zhongli groans, shameful and loud, as his orgasm rips through his body. His orgasm is so powerful and intoxicating that it causes him to shed a few tears, silently begging for forgiveness as he tightens his grip on Aether’s thigh. The knuckles on his hands turn stark white as his fingernails dig deep into Aether’s smooth skin. A thick load of sticky cum seeps out through his pants and collects between Aether’s toes.
Aether pulls his skirt up to reveal precum pooling between his thighs, dripping onto the plastic school chair beneath. Instead of enduring the torturous arousal any longer, Aether grabs a fistful of Mr. Zhongli’s hair and rips him away from his leg, yanking his head back to get a good look at his face.
“… You’re disgusting.” Aether moans between breathy moans, gazing upon Mr. Zhongli’s face. His face is bright red, tears and saliva caked all over his cheeks and mouth.
His expression is pathetic. Humiliation fueled by depravity.
Aether swiftly yanks Mr. Zhongli forward and forces his face in between his legs, impatient and desperate for a pair of lips to grind against. Mr. Zhongli lifts his students’ thighs over his shoulders and envelops his cock whole, pleasuring him with his warm, wet throat. Mr. Zhongli wraps his toned arms around Aether’s waist as his entire body involuntarily trembles from the unadulterated euphoria.
“Ahh~ f-fuck..!!” Aether moans, digging his fingernails into the crown of his teachers’ head. Long, blonde locks go flying over the chair as he throws his head backwards, singing pretty sounds for the whole school to hear.
“I’m gonna cum..! I’m cumming..!!!” Aether wails, warning Mr. Zhongli as he releases inside his mouth and all over his tongue. Shockwaves of white hot ecstasy crash through Aether’s petite frame as he cries, Mr. Zhongli gently milking his seed, keeping Aether satisfied until he comes down from his climax.
Aether yanks Mr. Zhongli by his hair again, away from in between his thighs. Strings of saliva and cum are joined to the mans lips, dripping down his neck and onto the floor beneath.
Aether readjusts his clothing, still breathing heavily from the sins he had just committed. Mr. Zhongli is still kneeling on the floor, frozen in shock at his darkest fantasies coming to reality. He only comes to his senses after a sharp kick to the shoulder, delivered from the blonde boy that looms over him.
Aether couldn’t even manage to get a word in before Mr. Zhongli leans forward and crashes into his lips, sinking into a passionate kiss. Eager that he is, the taller man embraces Aether with his large hands, deepening their desire.
Before Mr. Zhongli could deliver kisses further down Aether’s neck, his face is met with a sharp, stinging smack.
“Don’t kiss me after sucking my cock, you dog. Pull yourself together.” Aether spat, disgusted with Mr. Zhongli’s actions.
Mr. Zhongli lifted a hand to his face, rubbing the area of impact, red and swelling rapidly. He does not reply.
Aether scoffs, pushing his teacher out of the way and proceeding to tidy up his outfit and lace up his sandals. Mr. Zhongli stands up with a groan, his knees cracking as he ascends, a clear sign of aging. His back is slumped over while shuffling to his chair, exhaling a sharp puff as he drops down into the seat.
White sandals pitter-patter against the tile.
“Pull it together, old man.” Aether says before exiting the classroom.
‘Archons, forgive me.’
Mr. Zhongli jumps when the door clicks shut.
-
“Aether?” A mysterious voice asks.
Blonde hair whips around as Aether turns to meet his unknown observer.
“Oh. Hey, Xiao.” Aether greets.
“Hey. You’re headed home pretty late.” Xiao observes, taking a seat next to Aether on the train. The two are not necessarily close, but they are acquainted enough to strike up conversation.
“Totally. I had after-school detention, and now I’m exhausted…” Aether explains, sighing an exhale of weariness. The events from earlier are still plaguing his mind thoroughly, leaving him with more questions and confusion than anything.
“Awh, that sucks. The assignment is such bullshit. I’ve only ever been there once… but I still hated it.” Xiao says, fiddling with his thumbs.
“Yeah… the assignment. I barely even finished it.” Aether says, maintaining the small talk to pass time on the train.
“What did you put down as your answers?” Xiao asks.
“Huh?” Aether pretends to not know what he said. Of course, he heard him clearly, but he needed to interject for a moment to come up with a reason why he didn’t have an answer.
“You know, on the assignment. I basically wrote mine from the heart… I was totally honest with them.” Xiao replies. Aether tries to infer what the assignment could have been based off of his answer. Was it a survey of some sort? Or a testimonial for the school?
“Oh, haha, yeah. I just bullshitted mine…” Aether says, still bullshitting.
“Totally, dude.” Xiao replies.
A moment of awkward silence passes.
“You seem disheveled. Everything okay?” Xiao asks, genuinely concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Who was your supervisor when you had after-school detention?” Aether asks suddenly, striking Xiao with his newfound curiosity.
“I think I had… Mr. Zhongli. Why do you ask?” Xiao answers, puzzled.
“Did he.. make you do anything weird?” Aether whispers. He immediately rejects having said that, not wanting to elude to anything out of the ordinary happening.
“U-uh.. no. Not that I know of?” Xiao’s eyes dart around as he speaks, looking anywhere except for directly into Aether’s eyes.
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The light from the moon peers through the window in Aether’s room, illuminating his feet as they peek out from the comforter.
Huh. Ironic.
He wonders what Mr. Zhongli is up to right now. Maybe he’s still sitting dejectedly at his desk, or actually doing his job perhaps. Aether reckons that he’s most likely masturbating.
Vivid memories of after-school detention flicker in Aether’s imagination. Not only is he never going to be able to see Mr. Zhongli the same way ever again, but he’s afraid that this may occur again. And he’s utterly terrified that he wants it to.
Recalling his orgasm generates a familiar tension in his abdomen, burning his face bright with crimson in the darkness of his room.
Wet. Sloppy. Desperate.
It was unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. Sure, Aether has skipped class with some cute boys and swapped spit underneath the stairs with a few girls, but his sexual experiences are slim to none.
He never really realized how strikingly handsome Mr. Zhongli was, either. He had only ever seen him in a negative connotation, seeing him as just another annoying teacher to endure for 45 minutes a day.
But when he got up close, he could see features that weren’t apparent before. Toned muscles, piercing eyes, sharp jawline, wide shoulders. Aether tries remembering how big his cock was as his toes were stroking up and down the length, but it’s hard to tell underneath all those layers of clothing.
He sighs.
Aether considers purposefully putting himself into after-school detention again, just to see what would happen.
‘No, that’s a disaster waiting to happen.’ Aether figures.
He hates to admit it, but Aether is drowning in desire.
And he’s sinking deeper, and deeper, and deeper…