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English: July 1st, 2026
"The Ashbrook family has always been born beneath an unfortunate star. They aren’t destined to lose their lives at sea, nor lose their fortunes to disaster, however. They are only doomed to lose their first loves to unrequited feelings. No Ashbrook to date has had the luck to prove that curse baseless superstition.
Yet that doesn’t stop you, the youngest Ashbrook, from trying to defy that fate. Clearly other Ashbrooks of the past just haven’t tried hard enough.
Having fallen in love for the first time, you’ve set yourself to the task of throwing aside a tradition of heartbreak and earning the affection of one Prof. Heron Renaude. With the help of your dearest attendant, and with the backdrop of the romantic Reedford Manor, your brother’s countryside home, surely you’ll prove yourself more powerful than fate.
...Won’t you?"
This is a free game created for Otome Jam 2026 and Josei Jam 2026 by Bettiqua! You can download it here.
To my 25 - 35 year olds, you've reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. Don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.
IDK where the request went ... but this was so much ~fun~ to write heh
Basically male teacher x female student x male teacher ... teacher and student get caught together and the other teacher joins them. They wanted it very kinky but i got kinda... caught up.. so idk how good it really is haha
Word count: 3, 554
He sat at his desk, papers thrown across the surface as he occasionally huffed and breath and skulled the remnants of his now frozen coffee. He had been there, eyes strained and tired, for the better part of an hour, stuck in detention with you. You, his inattentive yet lovable student, who had failed the most recent test and received nothing but hell for it.
At first it was a small 'see me after class' on the bottom of your paper, no mark or final grade in sight until he bitterly informed you that he had better things to do than mark a test you hadn't bothered to try on. Then, it was a week of detention. Now, it was agonising, stomach churning, anxiety producing silence.
You knew it was only because of the relationship you'd developed. The longing stares you both exchanged behind the backs of other students or the way your hands would brush each time you walked through the door to his room for just a moment too long. But he expected more of you than the rest. He knew, as well as you did, that you had in fact tried on the test and that, even if the mark wasn't deserving of a gold star, it would be a pass. You thought, as you sat shaking your leg and tapping your pen, that he must enjoy the painful waiting and drawn out desire for each other because any other human with functioning eyes could tell you were both itching for the other.
The papers in his hand landed on the desk with a thud that echoed through the long hall shaped room and made you jump to attention. Now, unlike the other time filled with shyness and hesitance, his eyes seemed to darken with hunger. He stalked around the desk at the front, stepping off of the platform stage with a loud impact of his dress shoes slamming into the floor. You knew, with some instinct in your heart, this would only end one way and ... in all honesty, you weren't that mad. So you smiled softly, peering shyly through the hair that hung over your eyes to his cynical smirk. He closed the gap between you quickly, making it in only three steps before he harshly grabbed onto your arm. He yanked you out of your seat, not caring when your knee hit the corner or when your papers when flying to the ground around both of your shoes. It hurt and you knew the grip was already leaving a red print in your skin, but you didn't care.
"I," he was heaving from frustration and rage, "have been waiting so fucking long," his voice picked up in volume. " so fucking long. Just for you, you entitled little brat, to fail my class?" He laughed in a way that made your blood chill and racing heart stop. In any other situation, you would be running, but there was something about his crazed behaviour that sent excitement through your body. "I have wanted you for so long," his tone entirely dropped to a growl, moving in close to your ear with hot puffs of air rushing over the exposed nape of your neck. "Speak, baby, or have you forgotten how to do that as well?" He was whispering now, a harsh contrast that made you lean in to listen.
"I-" you gasped and choked, mind buzzing too rapidly to find any form of a coherent train of thought.
"You," he mocked, nipping at your ear and breathing over the edge of your jaw.
"I have no idea what you mean," you tried to say in a brave tone, but it came out as a whining whisper. He laughed the same laugh as before and tightened his hold on your arm, moving to trap you between his body and the desk that cut into the backs of your thighs. It hurt but it was all too good to be true.
"I'm sure you don't, you pretty little thing, hm?" He kept his mouth close to your ear, nipping at your lobe between sentences. "No idea hmm? You think you're doing well in my class do you? Think you have been paying attention?" You nodded weakly, legs painful and giving out from the mess your brain turned into. "Of course you do, you're just a little girl. Too busy showing off to learn my content. Silly, silly, silly," he tutted. His voice, even in his growls and whispers, felt like honey and golden sun. It was sickly smooth and heavenly in your ear, making your mind melt and back tingle. His every touch was rough but immediately soft.
His thigh slid forward, planting itself between your legs. With a push, he shoved you up and onto the desk. "I'm so sick of waiting," he nearly whined, crashing his lips to yours.
It was all happening so fast, his teeth were hitting your lip and drawing blood, your tongues were exploring each other desperately, hungrily, and your stomach began to pool with molten pleasure. He tasted of dark roasted coffee and whatever sweet lollies he had snuck between classes. His cologne wrapped around every though you had and pulled you closer to him, both of your hands wandering across any exposed skin. The buttons on his shirt came apart easily beneath your touch while he snaked up your thigh under your skirt. His thumb brushed over your underwear and the thin cover of material did nothing to hide the excitement that rushed forward. You bucked your hips forward and the desk screeched on the flooring, moving under both of your desperate rush. Then your knee brushed over his obviously hard cock and draw a deeper grunt from the back of his throat.
"Don't, don't," he chuckled, "fuck touch me there and this will only end one way."
"Boost my grade," tumbled out of your mouth. He stayed unmoving, as if he was stood in a field of bombs waiting for his every wrong step. The drop in his voice every time he called you his thing send you a haze of false confidence, backed up by the euphoria exploding through your heart every time he called you pretty. To know he enjoyed the sight of you bent over in a tiny skirt during class was enough but this.. this was sending you into overdrive.
"What?"
"Boost my grade," you repeat more unsure but still certain, "I mean, if you say i'm failing. Boost my grade, I'll sleep with you but, boost my grade when I do." He smiled against your lips, pecking them once again, and huffed a chuckle. You could feel the way his thigh removed itself from between your legs but came back only a moment later, like his body was physically torn between turning away and giving in to what he so clearly wanted. Your hand, slowly and gently, found its way between his legs. Your fingertips grazed over the hardened length, teasing from the tip you knew without a doubt was swollen to the base that ached to be free.
"Pretty thing," he warned in the tone that told you to keep going. His muscles in his arms planted either side of you twitched, as if itching to grab onto you, but he remained still as you stroked.
"Anything you want, pretty girl, just don't stop." You smiled but he interrupted. "I can't promise i'll be," he struggled to find the words, "gentle." Riding the high of your confidence, you leant in to nip at his neck, making him suck in a tight breath.
"Don't be," you whispered.
It was like your tempting broke him, and his cramping arms suddenly scooped you from the desk. You wrapped your legs around his waist in fear of falling but he didn't slow down in his movement back towards the front of the class. He all but threw you onto the floor, making sure you still landed without injury but enough force to rattle you, and pulled himself back into his chair.
"Here is what we are going to do, slut," he drew the last word out like he was testing it, tasting it on the tip of his tongue before he liked it enough to continue. "I have a meeting in," he flicked his watch to check the time, "5 minutes and you, pretty slut," you knew he liked the taste of the one from the flush creeping over his ears, "are going to kneel under my desk and keep my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours." His hand was roughly holding your chin by the time he finished, fingers working their way into your mouth and coating themselves in your saliva. He was fucking your mouth with his hand and it was shameful how large of an effect it seemed to have on your body. Eyes glazed over, cheeks red enough to turn ruby, spit dripping down your chin. He grinned sadistically. "Understand," he commanded and you nodded, gagging slightly on the tip of his finger as it reached the back of your throat.
As soon as you agreed, he removed his hand and wipe the spit across your cheek, patting it with enough force to bring blood more to your face, before he used his foot to nudge you beneath his desk. Your heart was absolutely racing, banging unevenly like it was trying to escape your chest. There is serious risk of a heart attack here, you thought as you met his eyes staring down at you from above the desk, his hand gathering your hair to take your head into his control. You were suddenly insecure in the highlights through your hair you'd forgotten to touch up and the lipstick that was smeared across your chin, but in the same moment you couldn't seem to care as he unzipped his pants.
You had been right in the assumption that his cock was so hard it was red and aching for release, precum dripping and running along the tip as it sprung out of his underwear and bounced against his stomach. For a while, he just sat there, seemingly enjoying the power he had over your rapidly whirling mind, his hands occasionally weaving through your hair with a light tug or fingers rubbing over your mouth. The sight was pornographic and criminally attractive as he moved your head towards his crotch and held the tip of his cock on your lips.
"Tongue out," he commanded in a breathless grovel, and you did. Your lips parted as he began to tap it on your tongue, the salty taste of him already taking over your senses. The state you were in had to be deplorable but he seemed to want you destroyed in every action he took. He was moving your tongue up and down, along the bulging veins, in such a slow speed it seemed to terrorise his nerves. His hips were rocking into your mouth when he eventually held you still and slowly fucked your face. It was only an inch, then two, then three and four... until nearly the entire thing was jammed in your throat and oxygen became scarce. Your throat closed and struggled around him but panic only barely set in before he pulled you off and tapped the tip on your tongue again.
"You're so bad, so so bad," he groaned, pushing your head back down and allowing his hips to move into you at the same time. He released you, letting you gasp for air and cough into the space between his legs before yanking you back onto him and bobbing your head with his hold on your hair. This time, as you began to struggle, he shook your head slightly and his eyes rolled back in response, but he let you go anyway and bathed in the pleasure for a moment as you recovered.
There was a knock at the door, and his hand quickly abandoned your head, leaving you directionless and confused. In a short amount of time you had no idea how you had become so dependent on his control and instruction, but the lack left your heart empty and mind eager to please. But you had only seconds to pout into the absence before you realised what he wanted. The approaching footsteps and accompanying 'welcome' of the notoriously strict senior deputy filled the space. You had to suck him off through his meeting, never make him cum, but keep him satisfied. You shivered in the thought of what he would do if you didn't, so you set to work lapping and kitten licking at his throbbing cock. He coughed and cleared his throat to cover the initial shock of pleasure but quickly leant forward to shake the other man's hand, his cock sliding slightly into your mouth until he leant back and pulled away.
"So, of course you know I just wanted to check up on a few-" the conversation faded past the first few words while you brought a hand up to stroke his cock, giving your aching jaw a rest and eyes enough time to actually adjust to the burning tears from gagging and dark light under the desk. His hips were occasionally jumping forward to thrust into your hands faster, but he was restrained by the deputy's presence. You stroked and licked and sucked, mind wondering to what you would be rewarded with when his hand suddenly stopped your head and you were brought back down from the clouds you'd drifted to.
"Who's under the desk?" the deputy asked, tone darkly amused much as your teachers was before.
"A student," he responded as if it was at all legal or normal. But it seemed to be, because all the deputy gave was a hum of agreement and plea to see you.
"See her?" your teacher repeated more for your sake than his, feeling you freeze entirely and stomach drop through your body. Oh fuck. The deputy hummed again. He moved back to give you space, holding his hand out for you to clamber out from the space.
Automatically you began mumbling apologised, "I'm so sorry I didn't know, I mean, I, H, Well, Im so, It-" they both laughed at you and your teachers hand wrapped itself around your back, hugging you into his side for comfort. It was, the large form of his body hid your embarrassment from the deputy, but your insides still burnt with pleasure and the need to escape - conflicting emotions in the face of laughing men.
"Don't be shy, angel," the deputy drawled, holding his hand out. He looked gentle, his hands weren't as rough and his smile wasn't sadistic, so you stepped forward and gingerly placed your hand in his. You figured, perhaps incorrectly, that your punishment would be less if you just complied with the oddly calm man. "You chose well," he said to your teacher smiling proudly behind you.
Chose?
"Ah," he laughed at your confusion, "my angel, we have been waiting for you for so long." Your face fell slightly, a mixture of disappointment that your teacher hadn't just wanted you and that this was perhaps not as one off as you would have liked to think it was for them. "Don't worry, you're our first," he dispelled the worry instantly. It was like they could both read your thoughts which, at this point, had turned back to the shaking desire quivering between your legs.
"Aww, pretty thing," your teacher moved closer behind you, effectively trapping you between the two large men, "do you need something, hmm? Thinking about what we could do to you, hmm?" You nodded shyly, hiding behind your free hand that was quickly tucked away into the hold of your teacher.
"Stand, over there," the deputy pointed to the blackboard on the wall behind his desk, "face towards the wall, hands on the board. Go," he ordered with more weight than your teacher had seemed too and you raced to lean against the wall. Your skirt was so short that the tops of your thigh peaked out beneath the choppily stitched hem, both of their hands taking the opportunity to explore the newly exposed skin. It felt like hundreds of fingers were teasing you, tickling and scratching your soft skin. Slowly, your teacher forced your thighs apart, exposing you entirely when he shoved your skirt up to reveal your underwear. They were tiny, low cut but childish in a pattern of light blue strips. It was darkened along your slit, damp with arousal that had leaked to make your inner thigh glisten. They both hummed and laughed, fingers dipping into your wetness along the edge of your underwear.
Suddenly, his hand landed roughly on your ass, leaving behind the outline of his hand in red. You jumped, but the deputy has snaked his arms around your legs and locked you in place.
"What the fuck," you gasped and your teacher laughed.
"What," they both said.
"Like you don't enjoy it," your teacher snickered and slapped the other side of your ass. It stung and made your hips jump, both brushing your clit against the wandering hands of the deputy in a wave of pleasure and making the pain worse in a flash of pain. The next few spanks landed harder and harder, making you involuntarily groan and whimper in pleasure. Your teacher's cock was still out, pressed against your ass as he hit each side time after time, sure to leave the skin bruised.
In a clean movement, your underwear was half yanked and half torn from your body, the exploring fingers of the deputy instantly finding the untouched folds of your pussy. You were nearly literally dripping, wetness trailing down your thighs and over his hands.
"Please," you whined out to both of them and they both groaned. You were so exposed, clit being softly flicked and teased to throb while your teacher slowly humped you from behind. It was torturous.
"Let me taste," the deputy groaned from his kneeling position between your legs. God forbid anyone else should walk in. With him squished between your pussy and the wall, on his knees with a bulge straining against his pants, and your teacher grinding naked into your welt covered ass from behind. What he had said wasn't a request, but a warning, as he began drawing tight circles around the under side of your clit with his tongue. It was insanely good, your hips bucked on their own accord until your teacher grabbed your hips and forced you into some form of pattern. He was driving you to grind on the deputy's face while rocking back onto his cock that slid with ease and brought him his own crushing pleasure.
You grew closer and closer, his tongue getting faster and faster, flicking and sucking softly on your electric nerves. God you wanted to cum, so close, so close... then they both stopped. A sign from the Deputy had stopped your teacher in his tracks despite the obvious twitching of his cock.
"Slide into her," he ordered and your teacher did, slowly moving himself into you with moans and deep groans. He sounded frustrated with the control stripped from him in the moment but the tightness of your nearly orgasming pussy shut whatever complaint was brewing in his mind up. He let out a string of deep curses and moved your hips to bring you entirely onto his cock. It was stretching you and nearly painful but too good and hitting all the best places as you swayed back and forward desperate for him to move. With the inch of room between your clit and filled hole, the deputy held out his tongue and let your clit rub across it with each thrust from behind. It was barely different to before, but somehow hundreds of times more pleasurable and exhausting to your body. The man knelt between your legs began stroking himself as you rode his face to your orgasm. Body nearly giving up and collapsing if not for both of their arms holding you in place, pinned between them and the wall they pushed you against. You were clenching and milking around your teacher who grew rougher and rougher, eventually cumming and mixing your leaking wetness with his own release.
The deputy below held his mouth still there, tasting the combination of orgasm and cum until he found his own end and began furiously thrusting into his own hand.
What you didn't expect was for your teacher to gently place you on the floor next to the needy whining deputy with a shining face and jerking hips. He kissed you softly, patting your hair before moving to the man and nearly straddling his lap. He brought the deputy into a kiss, tasting me between their kiss and moaning every time their tongues fought for dominance. Two doms desperate to taste each other was hotter than it should have been in your half passed out state. Your teacher replaced the deputy's hand with his own on his cock and began stroking for him, still kissing and sharing groans until cum was spurting onto both of their shirts and staining their pants.
Maybe there was more to explore here than you thought originally...
can you imagine being a parent in the pokemon world and your kid comes home with one of those straight up basically human pokemon. i know those motherfuckers can talk.
its morning. i see my childs Throh getting some oj from the fridge. 'morning', i say. he doesnt catch himself in time and says 'morning' back. he freezes and we both stare at each other knowingly. 'throh,' he says, but its too fucking late
A year or so ago I went to wood carving club with a bruised eye from my dog slamming his nose into my eyesocket and like every old lady there pulled me aside at some point to ask if my partner hit me here are some of the solutions they had in case he did.
-Replacing his vitimens with poision
- getting her brother to invite him out onto his boat and then killing him and dumping him in the ocean and saying he got drunk and fell off.
- get tboned with him in the passenger seat and then once he was in the hospital theres all kinds of easy ways to kill him like not washing my hands after a poop and then touching his wound casually.
-replacing his drink of choice with moonshine!?
- take him on a hike thats locally notorious for a rapid otter attacking hikers and once he had rabies I could just kill him any ol way and say self defense.
-One lady just cheerfully informed me she had a gun and only a few years left anyway
