The School is Under Hypnosis, and I'm the Only One Who Knows (I Was Able To Send The Hypnotist Flying Back Home, but Now I’ve Got The Whole School Under My Hands As My Harem, What Should I Do!?)

Chapter 9: Mandatory Class Participation

I want to find a way to break the cheat hypnosis, but first, I must face reality.

The test I took the other day was returned, and my results were quite dismal. It’s understandable, given that I’ve been skipping classes. Studying with Kokusho-san didn’t help much, it seems. Due to my poor test scores and constant class-skipping, I’m at risk of failing the year.

Failing is indeed a problem, but attending those erotic classes is a bit… After that, I still continued to skip classes, and eventually, Hatsune-sensei and my classmates took action. They decided to force me to attend classes to prevent me from failing. Apparently, I can no longer escape those classes.

My classmates and the teacher started by rearranging the seating. My seat was moved to the center of the class, making it impossible for me to slip away as I had been doing.

Moreover, Kokusho-san sat on my right, and Mori-san (a tall, model-like girl) sat on my left, both of them pressing their seats against mine. They then intertwined their arms with mine, ensuring constant contact with my body. Their soft breasts pressed against my arms. Even when I said I needed to use the bathroom, they insisted on accompanying me. There was no way for me to escape.

The first class I had to endure in this completely trapped state was Japanese language. The story we were studying in this class was about a boy who, for some reason, was the only male student in an all-girls school.

The situation in the story is somewhat similar to mine, except that the protagonist, unlike me, doesn’t think twice before getting involved with his classmates. It’s a sensual novel, after all. But if he doesn’t think things through, he might face consequences later.

Sensual novels often use many complex kanji characters, making them an excellent tool for learning kanji. Additionally, the characters’ emotions fluctuate intensely, making it an ideal text to infer their feelings from the text. The Japanese language teacher said that many such novels are very educational. Is that true?

The class itself was surprisingly normal, except for the unusual choice of material. The teacher proceeded with the lesson.

“Okay, what can we infer from the heroine’s line, ‘Iyaa! Stop!’ Who wants to answer? You, Mori-san.”

“I think it means she doesn’t want it to stop.”

“Not bad, but I want a better answer. How about you, Kokusho-san?”

“I believe it means she wants to be violated rougly.”

“Excellent! That’s the correct answer.”

…

The class continued in this manner, making me feel so embarrassed that I wanted to run away. However, with Kokusho-san and Mori-san constantly holding my arms, escape was impossible.

But that’s not all. During the reading session, my classmates read with such emotion that they could be aspiring to become voice actors for erotic games or anime. Their moans were so realistic that I wanted to cover my ears. But with Kokusho-san and Mori-san holding my arms, I couldn’t.

Moreover, Kokusho-san whispered the same lines in my ear, making it impossible for me not to listen. Her breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Noticing my reaction, Kokusho-san smiled slightly and whispered even more. Is she secretly a sadist? Kokusho-san’s erotic words caused my crotch to swell.

Kokusho-san, noticing my reaction, smirked and reached for my belt. She made a clicking sound as she tried to unbuckle it. For some reason, Mori-san also helped, and my belt was soon unfastened. Kokusho-san’s smooth, white hand slipped into the gap created by the unbuckled belt and reached inside my pants, stroking my penis.

“Kuh!”

“Hehe, Ichiro, what’s wrong?”

She was good. Kokusho-san has become much more skilled since the last time we did it. Her hand sometimes caressed the glans, sometimes slowly stroked the underside, and sometimes gripped the entire shaft. I was on the verge of cumming almost immediately.

However, I couldn’t cum right now. If I did, my pants would be in a mess. I didn’t have a change of clothes, so I’d have to spend the entire day with semen-stained pants. Moreover, I already felt like my underwear was soaked with pre-cum.

“K-Kokusho-san, s-stop, p-please!”

“Fufufu~ No~can~do!”

“Ugh!”

“Hey, Watanabe-kun! Are you listening?”

“Huh?! Ugh, I-I wasn’t listening!”

Suddenly, the teacher called out to me, and I panicked. Incredibly, Kokusho-san didn’t stop her handiwork.

“Hey! Stop paying attention to the girl next to you and listen to the lesson!”

“Y-Yes, I will.”

Apparently, the teacher hadn’t noticed that Kokusho-san was pleasuring me, so she resumed the lesson.

“Ichiro, you’re in trouble now.”

“Whose fault is that?! S-Stop, I’m about to cum, I swear!”

This is bad; I’m about to cum for real. Kokusho-san didn’t seem like she was going to stop, so I decided to catch my cum with a tissue. I couldn’t take it anymore. Fortunately, Kokusho-san had released my arm, probably to have better access to my crotch. I took my penis out of my pants, assuming that the desk would block it from the view of others.

“Taking out your dick in class, Ichiro, you’re such a pervert.”

I ignored Kokusho-san’s words and reached into my pocket. Oh no! Where’s the tissue?!

“What’s wrong? Is this what you’re looking for?”

Somehow, Kokusho-san had my pocket tissue.

“G-Give it back, p-please! Ugh!”

“I’ll catch it for you instead.”

Kokusho-san put away my pocket tissue, took out her handkerchief, and covered my penis with it before she started stroking it again.

“Come on, cum, cum, cum.”

Kokusho-san whispered in my ear.

I-I’m cumming! I couldn’t hold back and released a load of semen onto Kokusho-san’s black handkerchief, staining it white. Even after I finished cumming, Kokusho-san continued to rub the handkerchief on my dick, squeezing out every last drop of my semen.

“Haa, haa, haa.”

The unusual classroom setting and the fear of being caught made this an incredibly tiring orgasm. I collapsed on my desk, feeling my rapid heartbeat. Meanwhile, Kokusho-san held the handkerchief, now soaked with my semen, to her mouth and inhaled its scent.

“You’re such a pervert, Ichiro, making your cum smell so erotic.”

No, I think it’s Kokusho-san who’s the real pervert here. Anyway, I needed to put away my now-relaxed penis before anyone noticed. Just as I thought this, a hand suddenly reached from the other side and grabbed my penis.

“Huh? M-Mori-san?”

“Oh, does Mori-san want to try doing it too?”

Kokusho-san asked, and Mori-san nodded.

“Fufu, sure. Let’s do it together. I’ll teach you.”

And so, throughout the class, I was continuously teased by these two girls.

Despite the challenges, I somehow made it through the first period. But there was still one more class to go. The next one was art…

Apparently, nude drawing is essential for artists to understand the human body under clothing and create realistic paintings. At least, that’s what the art teacher said. Nude drawing is the foundation of figure painting.

This class was also about nude drawing, and the model was Mori-san. She confidently undressed in front of the class, revealing her toned and beautiful naked body. I quickly averted my eyes.

However, the slight rustling sound of her clothes as she undressed stirred my imagination. I wanted to take a peek, but I resisted the urge. And so, the nude drawing session began.

“Aren’t you going to draw?”

Kokusho-san, sitting next to me, asked. How could I draw when I hadn’t even looked at the subject?

“You should properly draw. You don’t want to fail, do you?”

Kokusho-san said, holding my cheeks with both hands and forcing my face towards Mori-san. I closed my eyes in response.

“Look, Mori-san’s body is so beautiful. She’s so thin, yet her breasts are so big. I envy her smooth skin.”

“Watanabe-kun, look at me. Draw me.”

“Look, Mori-san is telling you to draw her. Hurry up and draw her.”

I couldn’t resist their temptation and ended up opening my eyes. What I saw was a true work of art. Mori-san’s naked body was incredibly beautiful, like a fantasy painting. It was so beautiful that it didn’t feel real, and… no, that’s a lie. The longer I looked, the more my imagination ran wild.

Since I had already seen it, I decided to draw it. Once I focused, the fact that the model was naked didn’t bother me much. This is art. I was wrong to be overly conscious of it. All painters do this. I should just draw calmly and without thinking.

“Oh, Mori-san’s skin is turning red because Ichiro is looking at her. How cute.”

Kokusho-san said something unnecessary. Ah, I can’t hear her, I can’t hear anything. I tried to concentrate and continued drawing for 50 minutes.

The last class of the day was health and physical education, taught by Hatsune Minami-sensei, our homeroom teacher and a former AV actress. The most dreaded class had finally arrived. For some reason, before the class began, my classmates started placing bananas on their desks.

…Bananas?

I was wondering about this when Hatsune-sensei entered the room. It seemed the class was about to begin.

“Today, I want to teach you how to suck on a banana.”

Suck…? I had a very bad feeling about this. Was it going to be that super erotic thing?

“Sensei! Ichiro didn’t bring a banana!”

“In that case, Watanabe-kun, you can be the class’s substitute banana. It’s going to be easier for them with the real thing too anyway.”

Hatsune-sensei said, calling me to the front of the class. I thought this was bad and tried to escape, but Kokusho-san and Mori-san caught me.

“Hey, you two. Bring him here and lay him on the desks. The others, move your desks aside.”

I was laid on the desks, my upper body propped up. Hatsune-sensei stood in front of my lower body.

“Everyone, listen. Since it’s a bit difficult to unbuckle the belt with your mouth, you should unfasten it with your hands first. Then, you should suck on the zipper here and pull it down like this. Once the zipper is down, you can suck on the fabric and pull the pants down. See? It’s easy once you get to this point.”

“Wow!”

Hatsune-sensei skillfully removed my pants using only her mouth. Then, in an instant, my underwear was also taken off, and everyone’s gaze pierced my penis. I felt incredibly embarrassed.

“Okay, it’s good to suck it all the way down your throat from the start, but it’s also good to tease like this first.”

Hatsune-sensei started by kissing the glans of my penis, then moved on to kiss the other various parts. Initially, it was just kissing, but she occasionally sucked on my testicles and licked the underside of my shaft, arousing me. I was overwhelmed by this unfamiliar pleasure.

“After teasing it for a while, you should do this.”

Juzo Juzo Juzo Juzo Juzo Juzo Juzo Juzo

“Haa!”

“And here you do this… hump… chu… mmf…”

Hatsune-sensei took my penis into her mouth, speaking as she did so. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but with each word, a wave of pleasure washed over me. She sucked her cheeks in, making a ‘hyotto’ sound as she moved her head back and forth. My entire penis was being stroked by her mouth.

There was no way I, who just graduated from being a virgin, could withstand her professional skills. I couldn’t last even a minute before releasing my seed.

Then, Hatsune-sensei sucked up the released semen like a vacuum cleaner. My ejaculation was drawn into her mouth with a force that would be impossible in a typical ejaculation. This unusually powerful orgasm was incredibly pleasurable.

She sucked out every last drop, leaving nothing behind. When the long ejaculation ended, she released my penis from her mouth and opened it wide. Inside, there was a substantial amount of the semen I had released. She showed it to me before swallowing it. A small amount that she couldn’t swallow dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, which she licked up with her tongue.

Damn, that’s hot.

My penis, which I thought had released every last drop of semen, became erect again due to Hatsune-sensei’s erotic actions. She’s a pro, no doubt about it.

“Okay, everyone, do you understand the technique? Are there any volunteers who want to practice with the real thing right away?”

One by one, hands slowly went up. After a short wait, everyone had their hands raised.

“Hmm, we don’t have enough time for everyone to practice today. Let’s start with those who have the earliest attendance numbers. Those who can’t practice today can do it tomorrow.”

And so, that day, I became the practice partner for my classmates’ fellatio lessons.