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To his students, he’s Professor Volo. To everyone else, he’s just the eccentric Volo, a history nerd with a love of storytelling. An anthropologist and archeologist combo that seemingly spends most of his freetime digging into the past and discovering the hidden secrets within. Keyword being “most,” though, not all. Sometimes, Volo is just a man. A man with needs, and a man that is difficult to really know, though most people love getting to know him.
“Akari.” Volo addresses a student seated in the first row of his classroom. She lifts her head from her notepad, eyes widened and face pale as she’s addressed. “Will you please share with the class the next paragraph from the text?” Interrupting her while she’s doodling, she scrambles to find the text.
He watches as the student next to her hints which one to start reading from, and so she does. All the while, Volo’s eyes are drawn to just beneath her desk as she slowly parts her legs. A girl in a school uniform like hers should know better than to do such an unladylike thing, but Akari is a sporty girl. Not to the point of enrolling in just one sports club in particular, but rather, she has a passion for outdoor activities. Hiking, camping, and general long walks are her hobbies. How does Volo know such things? Well, he’s her teacher, isn’t he? A teacher that is just as interested in the subject he teaches as he is the students he teaches them to.
That’s a lie. He’s really only that invested in her.
“Good, good,” Volo thanks her with a smile, watching as she exhales deeply once she’s finished. “Here, have an eraser.” He tosses it forward, and she lunges out to catch it. Naturally, she’s able to cup her hands right at the end of the arc, receiving it without trouble. “Togepi is so cute, don’t you agree?”
In any other context, a student would have just happily agreed and accepted the reward for their class participation. Akari, though, does something else. Her hand drops down to her skirt, and feels underneath to ensure that she remembered to wear her black spandex shorts over her panties. She did, and so the red blush on her face subsides. She answers instead with a shy nod and puts the eraser down, ducking her head back into her notebook the moment Volo breaks eye contact with her.
In truth, Volo already checked this morning to see what panties she was wearing to school. How would a teacher know such a thing about their student? Well...He is also a man. A bachelor, living in an apartment by himself with some plants and a few pets. Such things can help sustain him socially, but when it comes to more mature needs, he has a salary and a credit card. With those two things combined, it’s not hard to follow where that will lead him inevitably.
A certain social media platform exists where a person can upload photos and make people pay not only to subscribe to them, but also for individual posts as well. Now, on the surface, it seems a strange business model for any social media in an age where all the biggest platforms are free. It’s only once it’s revealed that the website allows explicit imagery, including overtly sexual ones, that it starts to make a lot more sense. For Volo’s purposes, it’s worth it. It’s better than blindly believing shady ads telling him there are singles in his area who need to be fucked, he can just pay an individual through a website that allows them to make a living. Even if it’s photoshopped, it’s the internet, it’s to be expected.
Going into it, Volo didn’t think of himself as a man with too high expectations. He’s simple, a flat-chest truther and big thighs believer. Any girl that advertised herself in comments sections and across other platforms as having the best pantie shots were usually the ones he found himself drawn to the most, and it just so happens that in following that path, he somehow managed to stumble upon something no teacher should ever find.
That is, currently, he’s been subscribed to Akari’s page for about five months now.
How he found it, and more importantly, how he recognized her despite the fact that she never posts any pictures of her face, is besides the point. He knows it’s her, and he’s known for awhile thanks to her reactions to whenever he mentions things that she reacts to in ways no one else does. For example, he mentioned once a fondness for a strawberry banana smoothie from a shop that once had a cup of the same flavor show up in the background of her photos. As well, he’s recently started to give out erasers in class for good behavior, and specifically picks out items that match the patterns on the panties of the day which she posts. He hasn’t gotten a single one wrong yet. Everytime he does it, he’s rewarded with the sight of her adjusting her shorts, hoping that he didn’t sneak a peek there.
No, he’s a good and honest patron. He wouldn’t dare look at a girl’s panties without paying first. That’s why it’s the first thing Volo checks in the morning, even before he drinks his coffee.
“That’s all for today’s lessons,” Volo says as he glances back at the clock, not a moment too soon before the bell rings. “Please don’t forget your homework, and have a good rest of your day, all of you.”
Standing up as the exemplary teacher he pretends to be, he can’t help himself and lets his eyes linger on Akari, specifically. He’s rewarded, however, as she starts to approach him. Togepi eraser held in her hand, she clutches it over her chest.
“Professor Volo,” she addresses in her meek, humble tone. “Um, I’m sorry if you can’t do it today, but I was hoping if it’s alright with you, would you go over the items that are going to be on the test on Monday? I just haven’t been able to study as much as I want to lately, so I was hoping I could do some now before I go home...”
Akari posts very frequently. She takes her job seriously, even if she’s too young for it. In fact, she and everyone who downloaded any of her pictures would get in a lot of trouble if they knew just how old she really is. Thankfully, Volo’s not in the business of outing both a student and a femine pursuit, so he’ll happily keep her little secret a bit longer.
“Is it terribly loud where you live?” Volo asks, receiving a hesitant nod. “Ah, if that’s the case, then I do have some time tonight. Let’s go to the library and study there, shall we?”
With that, the two were off to the school’s library. As it’s a nice school, it has a nice library, with tall ceilings and stacks of books to choose from. In a corner in the back, away from prying eyes, Akari leads him with some sort of intent that draws Volo’s curiosity. They’re cloistered away behind a folding partition, sat at a small table with two arm chairs on either side. Something about this arrangement seems particularly off to the teacher Volo plays as, but it’s a bit too obvious for Volo the man.
“Professor Volo...” Akari rubs her thumbs over each other as she clasps her hands tightly over her lap. Her head is lowered, and with how low she’s speaking, it’s hard to hear her at all, but Volo keeps his ears attentive. “I...I just wanted to ask...Are my shorts see-through?”
Ah, now...How should he answer this? Acknowledging what she’s really after, that Volo knows what’s underneath her shorts, would lead to disaster he’s certain. Even if he tried to swing it that he was attempting to politely communicate that they were, in fact, see-through, he’d lose out on the fun of being able to tease her in the future if she replaces them. Therefore, it’s best to feign ignorance. It shouldn’t be too difficult, Akari’s a teenage girl who puts her body out on the internet for anyone who pays to see, of course she wouldn’t want anyone to get a peek for free.
“Shorts?” Volo tilts his head. “Your gym shorts? I don’t think they are, no. I’m surprised you’re asking that from me, though, wouldn’t it be better to ask one of your friends in the locker rooms?”
“No, I mean―” Akari holds her breath, and then lets it go. “You know what, you’re right. Forget about it.”
From there, the topic is dropped, and they move on towards studying the class’s subject. Akari is listless throughout the whole thing, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else than here. It’s a shame, but Volo can’t just reveal himself like this just yet. She needs to figure it out a little bit deeper, or truly win the game of hide and seek that they’re playing. It’ll only be then that the truth can finally be revealed, and she can know the “sir” that keeps tipping her daily.
“That should just about do it,” Volo slings his bag over his shoulder and crosses his arms over his chest. “I hope that’s helped you a great deal, Akari.”
“Yes, thank you, professor.” Akari returns the man’s words with a shy nod. She’s smiling, even if it’s forced. Standing still, she lets out a sigh. “I guess I didn’t really need this after all, though. Thanks anyway.”
Ah, was she thinking that she was finally close? If she wanted to, she could have pressed harder. Instead, though, Volo acted so oblivious as to make the idea of him knowing what she’s talking about completely ludicrous. He’s a rather mean person, isn’t he? He’s sure she won’t forgive him once she finds out anyway, so it’s no problem. After all...It isn’t like she can tell anyone.
Nighttime comes, and Volo is reclining on his bed with his DMs open. A glass of wine is left half-empty on his nightstand, but thankfully, it’s about to get a little brighter. She sends a photo. Volo opens it to see that she’s holding up the eraser he gave her earlier.
“So cute 😍”
“It matches your panties lol”
She sends another photo. This time, it’s a picture taken between her legs. She’s wearing her panties, and she’s placed the eraser right over her clit.
“Looks like candy”
“Can I eat you?”
“buy me the new sparkle unicorn glitter latte? 🥺 ”
“Now, now, what do we say?”
Volo is mean even online. He makes her treat him like an authority, even when she doesn’t know who he even is.
“Please, sir, may I please have the sparkle unicorn glitter latte?”
Getting her to say that, even when he’s the one asking for something from her, that’s how he has her trained.
“Good girl. I’ll send the tip right now. It’s 11.79 right? I’ll round that up to 20”
“can you buy it for me irl? 🥺"
Volo sets down his wine glass and runs his finger around the rim. Now, isn’t this unprecedented?
“But that would mean we would have to know each other irl for that to be possible”
Minutes pass. Volo changes apps to read the news. He checks, without a notification, wondering if he just missed it. Still no reply. Maybe she’s given up. Just as he’s about to put the phone down entirely, he finally gets a bling on his phone. It’s a photo he sent her that’s being sent back to him. Alongside it is a picture from the exact same location, with her hand in it. Ah...
That photo is of a billboard located in the city they live in. There’s a Glameow on it that’s stretching out to yawn, and Volo sent it to make some cheesy joke about her pussy. He didn’t really think much of it, as it’s near to his home, a direction he knows Akari doesn’t live nearby. That means she had to have deliberately stalked it out.
“even if we don’t know each other, you live near me”
“Ahh. How lucky! I’d love to meet up lol”
Continuing to play oblivious, he wonders what sort of man Akari is imagining. Maybe she’s still thinking about her teacher, a man so near and yet so far. Maybe she’s thinking of an old man, one that could be old enough to be her grandfather. Then again, maybe she’s keeping her expectations at a minimum, hoping to just get the mystery out of the way.
“Why do you want to meet up?”
“i guess i just can’t help myself when i think about you sir”
It’s a surprisingly sweet response, which is what’s drawing Volo’s suspicion even worse. Ah, he can’t just reveal himself to her that easily...He’ll have to come up with something.
“Very well, I’ll see you there. Does 9 tomorrow work?”
“how will we know each other?”
“Why, how could you ask that? I wouldn’t mistake your body even with clothes on.”
“what will you be wearing then?”
“A hat. A blue one.”
“okay. i’ll see you then!!!”
She’s not pushing her luck too much. Maybe she’s afraid that by asking too much, she’ll scare him out of the meeting too. Playing oblivious, learning from the one playing her. She’s quick to catch on, isn’t she?
Volo puts his glass in the sink and then washes it, putting it away neatly. He goes into his closet and picks out his outfit for the next day, and then slings it over his office chair’s back. Laying back on his bed, there’s no activity to be seen, so he puts it aside and kicks up the comforter from the bottom of the bed, closing his eyes. It’s been a very long time since he’s been this excited for the weekend.
Early to bed, early to rise. Volo does his usual routine even on non-school days, never one fond of sleeping in, and he doesn’t rest that easily to begin with. A good jog through the streets and back is an easy way to pass the time, and by the time he’s out of the shower, it’s already eight-thirty. Might as well start making his way there now.
A large jacket drapes over Volo’s lithe body, practically swallowing him whole all the way down to his knees. The fur-trimmed hood will go unused as he places his old navy blue baseball cap on top of his head, marked with the gold emblem of the local sports team from where he grew up. Backpack pulled over his shoulders, he’s ready to head out.
By the time he reaches the spot, it’s nine on the dot. Volo enters, looking down at his phone and only looking up to check the line. Pretending to not look for her, he nearly steps in at the end of the line, when he pauses, and allows himself to look towards the growing feeling of someone watching him. There she is, sitting by herself in a corner, looking like she’s been waiting there for hours. He sees her, but what does she see? Her professor, or the stranger she’s waiting for? Or is she deciding now that they’re one in the same?
Volo smiles. He lifts his hand and waves towards her, approaching her. For now, he’ll act like her professor.
“Akari!” He grins a bit wider as he nears her table, though he chooses to stay standing rather than take a seat. “What a pleasant surprise to see you here. Are you planning on trying this place’s new LTOs? There certainly are some interesting names displayed on the board today~”
“Professor Volo...” Akari says his name so quietly that it can hardly be heard in a place as bustling as this one. “U-Um...Hi...I wanted to order, but I realized I didn’t have enough, so I guess I’m just enjoying the atmosphere.”
“Is that so?” It surely isn’t. Not with the amount of subs that she has. “Hmm...If that’s the case, allow your teacher to treat you! Just so long as you promise me that you’ll find somewhere quiet to finish up any studying you have, for my class or anyone else’s, okay?”
“Oh...Okay!” Akari’s shoulders tense, and soon, she’s following Volo to the end of the line. “Um...You can just get me anything.”
“Really?” Volo inquires. “There’s nothing else that you’d like?” She shakes her head, and Volo smirks. “Fine then. Ah, here we are. One medium hot black coffee, and...One medium sparkle unicorn glitter latte.”
Volo doesn’t look at her until their order is fully taken. He beckons her to follow him back to the table, and when he does see her, she’s staring at him with a hardened brow and wide eyes. Ah, it feels like he can’t control his smile. Oh well, he’ll keep playing the fool and seeing how long this lasts now.
“Professor Volo,” Akari tugs at his jacket sleeve’s cuff. Her eyes are now on the floor. “That’s a really expensive drink. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Oh, but it’s just so cute looking!” Volo hums in response. “I never order anything like that for myself, so I always wanted to try. I hope you like it very much!”
They sit at a table by a window, and there’s nothing but silence. Akari says nothing, sitting still and keeping her face lowered. Volo plays on his phone for a bit, idling as he checks his account right in front of her. No messages sent. She’s not looking around at anyone else, either. She’s become a statue.
Their drinks are ready, and Volo gets out of his seat to pick them up. Carrying them both back, the difference in weight between the two is incredible. He places hers down first, and then takes a sip from his own as he sits down. When he’s done, however, he finds his attention drawn to a slight change of scenery. Sitting in the middle of the table is a Gible eraser.
“What’s this?” Volo tilts his head. “That’s one of the erasers I gave you.”
“I know.” Akari lifts her chin, her face flushed bright red. She takes a deep breath, her whole body lifting as she does. As she exhales, she manages to catch his gaze, and holds it there for just a moment before turning her head to the side. “This is for you, sir. Thank you for the drink...You can eat it now.”
“Aw. You’re so playful and flirty when you type, but do you have a hard time when it comes to actually saying those lines?” Volo plugs the hole to his coffee lid with his thumb, tilting his head. “Well, I won’t make you try again. I’d love to do that right now, but as we’re in public, that makes it a bit difficult. Licking erasers in public, particularly rather small ones like this, would be a social taboo, wouldn’t you say?”
Akari’s lips stammer, not saying anything for a good few minutes. Ahh, this is bad. She’s adorable. Doesn’t he want to take her somewhere private and treat her right? And it’s bad for business, too. She should be keeping her transactions as promised.
“Why don’t you finish that up, and we’ll find somewhere quiet.” Volo reassures, continuing to drink his own coffee. He’s not the type to sit down and steep in the espresso, but it’s not so bad to do it every once in a while. Especially when he has such pretty company in front of him, reaching out to drink her latte sip by sip.
Akari walks next to Volo. Her legs are short, so she has a hard time keeping up with his natural long-legged stride, but she persists anyway. Feeling just a tiny bit bad for her, Volo slows down his already ambling walkspeed. Normally, when a teacher and student walk together, it’s the student following from behind. For her to put herself next to him, it’s less about wanting to have an equal relationship, and instead, Volo reads it more simply: a shift in their dynamic. They’re not just a teacher and student, not anymore. There’s something else, something more personal to both of them. Even so, that’s also why Akari keeps her hands behind her back, and why Volo keeps his around the straps of his backpack. They can’t exactly reach out to each other just yet.
“This way,” Volo beckons with a wave, and soon they’re ascending the steps to the local library. It’s a large building inside of a tower, built at the base and containing numerous floors to itself. As he has them make their way, he’s sure she’s starting to see why he would choose a place like this. While there are other public places in the world that are quiet and secluded that they could choose to hide away in, a library can be found both as its own building, and within their school. It sets a great precedent, essentially.
They walk until they approach a special room in libraries like these―a soundproof study room. It’s not that much bigger than a closet, containing a comfortable chair and an end table that can be used as a desk. It’s bright, it’s quiet, and it’s claustrophobic when more than one person is inside of it.
“Why don’t you sit down, Akari?” Volo asks, as he pushes in the button lock behind him. “That’ll make it more comfortable for you.”
Akari inhales loudly, and only exhales as she obeys his instructions, sitting down with her skirt flopping over her knees. Today, she’s dressed in a cream pink sweater with a yellow crossbody bag at her hip. Her gray plaid skirt falls just above her knees, and with the way she’s clenching it now, it’s going even higher.
“You know, my grandmother would berate you and call you unladylike for spreading your legs like that,” Volo notes as he gets on his knees in front of her. The pink color of Akari’s cheeks makes her pouty expression all the more delectable. “It’s such a shame. I wish your shorts were see-through.”
“Why didn’t you say something sooner, then?” Akari asks, her voice calm and collected, but her ankles are trembling. “I gave you that opportunity to tell me. I just wanted to know if it was you...And why did you wear a black hat today? You said it would be blue!”
“Shh.” Volo hushes her with a finger pressed to her lip. He smirks. “It’s navy. Don’t forget, this is a library. Just because it blocks out noise from out there, doesn’t mean it works the other way around.”
Akari squints, but when Volo finally drops his finger, she doesn’t say a word. She’s preparing herself for silence. Good girl, she’s such a good student.
Volo’s fingers start at her knees, and then reach underneath the hem of the skirt. Tracing her thighs, they’re unbelievably soft. So soft that he could just eat them and be satisfied, but the real treasure would remain woefully hidden if he did. Continuing his trail, his fingertips reach her panties, and slip underneath. Pulling them down, Akari doesn’t resist him at all, and even leans back in her seat so that her thighs are lifted up slightly, making it easier to pull them off. When she leans forward once more, the scent is what instantly hits Volo. All thoughts are put on the table, and his hands make their way towards the center. It’s just like opening a book, parsing through her labia and feeling just how slick she is already. He can’t even make a quip about it. He’ll just remain silent, lest her foot go searching for the tightening cloth at his lap.
Her skirt is pushed all the way back, and Volo’s tongue pushes to her clit. Akari lets out a sharp gasp at the sensation, but thankfully keeps herself held back. It’s such a shame, Volo wants to hear even more lewd noises escape her, but they don’t really have the opportunity to do that now. It doesn’t stop her body from reacting, and Volo can already feel Akari’s legs attempting to wrap around him. First across his shoulders, and then lowering to around his waist. Her thighs squeeze around his head, and it’s hard to breathe, but it feels good.
Licking on her clit, sucking on the glands, he’s immersing himself in a place where only her hands have touched before. The video of her masturbating was one that was well worth the price, but to get what he’s having now, it’s a steal. He only paid for a latte, and he gets to taste something far sweeter as a result.
“S-Sir...” She’s not calling him professor. In that willowy, whispery voice, she’s calling him by the name she always intended to use for the person she’s meeting today. Her hand reaches down, she takes off his hat and tosses it aside to grab his head instead. It’s a surprisingly forceful reaction. He lifts his eyes to meet hers. She’s practically glaring at him, but isn’t that a gaze of lust actually? “Keep going...Don’t stop, please, don’t stop, please...!”
He wants to shush her again, but her hand is keeping him pinned in place. Oh well, if he suffocates here, it’s not a terrible way to go. He’s now accomplished one of his many goals, though it would be nice to do more.
Continuing to fuck her with his tongue as she demands, Volo changes his approach and moves towards flicking at her clit instead. It sends her spiraling bit-by-bit, her thighs rapidly squeezing and relinquishing around him, until at long last, she’s pulling him in with both her hands and her legs. He didn’t stop for one moment, and she’s collapsing around him, letting out delicious sobs of her high being reached. Ah, she really is so cute.
“Sir...Thank you.” Thanking him as she releases her grip, Volo wipes his face with her skirt and receives a surprised giggle in return. “That’s...That’s my first time being touched by anyone.”
“No, thank you, Akari.” Volo obliges her by grabbing her panties and slipping them around her ankles. “That was fun. I wish to do it again, but alas, you haven’t presented me with something to exchange for it yet. Shall we reunite where we first met later tonight?”
“Oh.” Akari stares up at him, not moving from her spot. Her brows are furled, and her hands are clenching each other over her knees. “We’re already done.”
“Yes, that’s what we agreed to last night, wasn’t it?” Volo pushes her panties up, and then, thoughtfully, reaches up and cups her chin. He tries to smile a bit smaller. “If you have something in mind that you’d like right now, ask it.”
“...What can I give you to make you kiss me?” Akari asks, making her age a bit too well known at this moment. She’s so innocent...That just reminds Volo of how he wants to ask her what she did to create her account. Surely she had to use some sort of false ID, right?
“I suppose that can be exchanged freely,” Volo obliges after giving it a little thought. “Aha, it’s something I’d like to do as well, so let’s just go for it.”
Akari smiles. She’s also trying to keep her smile small, but she does a better job at it than him. He leans in, and she instantly closes her eyes. She’s a little too eager to kiss her teacher, isn’t she?
Her lips taste like strawberries and cream. Such a cute flavor for a cute girl. He better start getting used to this sort of flavor. Stealing from someone willing to give away shouldn’t be this much fun, but they’re only getting started. He wonders just what he can take from her next.