User blog:SPARTAN-047/Home Tutor

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 A hakutaku coming to you for some private tutoring



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 You set your books down and sighed. This sucked, having to waste your time in ‘private tuitions’ rather than your backlog of anime and IRC messaging. But there was no help for it since you didn’t want to lose that scholarship you’d worked so hard for. If you failed this subject, your whole tuition and book funding would be docked.



<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> You didn’t understand why maths was that important. Your parents harped on it, your onē-chan kept trying to make you do an hour of maths each day, and your aunts and uncles would keep discussing the importance of numbers whenever they turned up. It was so annoying, you’d kind of dropped looking at numbers, even those on a shop counter’s till when you paid for food. You didn’t bother checking change or even seeing how much you got on tests if they were numeric. You just went by ‘very good’, ‘A’, ‘excellent job,' or something like that.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> Numbers were so exasperating. You knew enough to count everything you needed. One teaspoonful of hot chocolate, two cups of milk, one cup of sugar, one penis, two outer lips in a vagina, two ass cheeks, two round milky breasts …

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> Well, you knew enough maths for being a little ecchi and for sex. Like how many people were there in a threesome.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> You picked up your maths book and stared at it blankly. You really didn’t get calculus, trigonometry, or mathematical modelling. What are you supposed to do about differentiating sin x2? Or integrating the cotangent of 8x 3 — 4y 2 ? It was so exasperating staring at pages and pages of these weird trigonometric, algebraic or sometimes exponential functions. You buried your face in your hands. This was too much, maybe you should just give up and find a job to pay for the rest of college. Nothing was worth getting ass-fucked by a few numbers for a little cash. Right?

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> You remained that way for a while until you heard the doorbell ring. It must be your teacher who offered to tutor you for this.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> You stood up and walked to the door to let her in. Undoing the chain, you pulled the door open.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> Your hakutaku maths teacher was standing in the doorway. She was really radiant and beautiful, something you’d noticed on the first day of her arriving in the classroom itself. She had large, gentle eyes, fur covering the lower half of her legs which ended in a … hoof. Not being human, of course she didn’t have human feet. Her breasts were very large, probably in the H-cup range. You couldn’t make out anything else because she was wearing a loose kimono. Her décolletage was quite visible and prominent due to that amazingly large bosom. And she clearly wasn’t attempting to hide it from you. You looked up into her eyes and saw a hint of mischief there as she’d seen you staring at her lovely orbs.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> ‘Mind if I come in?’ she asks, stepping inside your place and smiling down at you. ‘You’re ready for the lesson, right?’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> ‘Yeah, I guess,’ you reply, rubbing your weary eyes.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> ‘Awwww, don’t worry, sweetie,’ says your sensei, leading the way inside. ‘I’m here and I’ll be sure to help you through this. If I didn’t care about you losing your scholarship, I wouldn’t be here.’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> ‘… and that is where you must separate the functions, differentiate each, and then multiply them together,’ hakutaku-sensei finished as the two of you completed the second exercise in the book.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> You nod and multiply the functions, getting the answer, and check the answer at the back. It matches.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> Hakutaku-sensei smiles gently and pats your head, her fingers stroking your hair.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> ‘Don’t worry, dear,’ she said, taking your hand in hers and squeezing it. ‘You won’t lose anything. And I know you’ve heard it a million times, but you need to know numbers and how they work. They’re part of your lift and will continue to be.’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> You buried your face in the desk with a groan. Sensei had sped up your understanding process of calculus, but understanding and applying the concepts was taking up most of your energy and brainpower. You were already weary from two hours of work, and it wasn’t done.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> Hakutaku-sensei moved up behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders, massaging them thoroughly. You raised your head as her fingers worked their way around your shoulders, squeezing and rubbing around your aching joints.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> ‘I can’t do this, Manami-sensei,’ you sighed. ‘It’s taking a lot out of me, it may not be worth the lower fee.’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> Manami moved her hands up to your head and ran her fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp and using her fingers to soothe your forehead’s mild ache. You sighed and leaned backward, closing your eyes as you felt her hands rubbing you.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> ‘It’ll be okay, dear, I promise. You will get through and you’ll pass. When you feel better, come join me in your bedroom, I’ll have something to motivate you.’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> Manami turned and walked away as you remained on the table, weary and drained. You’ll need heaven on earth and world peace as motivation, and even that might not be enough.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> After dozing for a few minutes, you felt well enough to stand up and walk to the bedroom. You looked inside and froze.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> Manami-sensei was in her bra and thong, bending over in front of you with her luscious tush facing you, in full display for your admiring eyes.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> You swallow hard and stared at your sensei’s large ass in front of you. Her plump, jiggly buttocks are shaking around like in the wind as she finishes taking off her shorts. She wears shorts? Maybe for the treadmill. She turned around and gasped on seeing you, but then a naughty grin spread over her face.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> ‘Oh, are you already here staring at little old me?’ she grinned. Her hands moved behind her to unhook her bikini bra, a little strip of cloth just hiding her nipples. As she took it off, her large breasts bounce free of the constricting garment. ‘This is your reward, dear. I hope you enjoy it.’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> She threw off the bra and walked over to you, sliding her tiny G-string panties down to her knees. You saw her smooth, bare pussy in front of you, leaking a thin trail of juices down her legs. She walked over to you with her hips swaying sensually, stepping out of that itsy-bitsy thong and leaving it on the floor. You swallowed hard on seeing the lust and desire in her eyes.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> ‘I’ve always loved you from the first day I saw you as a student, dear,’ said Manami. ‘I’ve wanted to be with you since I knew I could teach you much more than maths.’ She licks her lips slowly, sensually. ‘So, do you agree to show me you love me back, or do I make you love me back?’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:HelveticaNeue;"> Dear Ilias. No. She was your teacher. You didn’t want to do this. You couldn’t.

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