My Sex Life in Anime Reversed World

After finishing up with Loligaki and skipping class because I was so laser-focused on wetting my dick in Loligaki's tight pussy, I eventually noticed—unconsciously—that most of my classmates had already gone home.

The afternoon was slipping away as I stood there, realizing how much time had passed.

When Loligaki generously offered me a ride, I politely declined, reminding her that I had already promised my sister I'd head home with her.

As much as it was a shame that I couldn't indulge in that tight pussy once again, well, a promise is a promise, after all.

On my way through the school hall, I stumbled upon Hiratsuka-sensei slouched in a chair, looking utterly wasted. Her posture was completely unladylike, and she puffed on a cigarette as if she were trying to be the coolest chick in the entire universe.

Holy crap!

Who even is this woman, acting like she just crawled out of some cringe-inducing anime for delinquents?

I couldn't help but speed up my pace, hoping to avoid any interaction with this cringe-worthy display.

But, of course, plans never seem to go the way you want.

As I was trying to make my quick getaway, Hiratsuka-sensei glanced in my direction and, with that annoying smugness of hers, called out, "Are you planning on leaving, Miyuki?"

"Of course I am, sensei," I responded with a shrug, trying to play it cool and act as nonchalant as possible.

Despite her demeanor being something like a gangster with an over-the-top mafia complex, she was still a responsible teacher.

She flicked her cigarette with precise aim into the trash can and patted the chair next to her, signaling for me to sit beside her.

"Sit down, Miyuki," she said. "Your sister is still tied up with Student Council matters and will probably take a while. No point in waiting around alone."

Since she was giving me that look, I figured it wouldn't hurt to give her the benefit of the doubt.

With a slight sigh, I sat down beside her.

"So, what's this all about, sensei?" I asked, deciding to tease her a little.

"Are you trying to seduce your student and offer him a ride home?" I smirked at her, fully aware of the ridiculousness of my question.

She rolled her eyes at my cheeky inquiry. If this had been the old Hiratsuka, she would've probably darkened with rage at my words.

But the more she got to know me, the more she understood the type of person I am.

"By the way, Miyuki, where did you even learn to tease girls like that?" she asked, still in doubt. "I've never heard of you having a girlfriend or even being close to a single girl. So, where did this sudden change come from?"

With a serious tone, I responded, "It's all about skill issues, Hiratsuka-sensei."

I leaned back slightly, smirking, "Besides, I'm built different. I was awesome. That's the simple answer to all your questions, isn't it?"

Hiratsuka-sensei chuckled softly, clearly amused. "I've never seen someone with so much hubris and yet still manage to be funny at the same time, Miyuki."

"You're certainly… interesting."

"Well, it's quite simple, really. The key is to go completely over the top when you're praising yourself, praising others, or even when you've done something noteworthy but don't want to offend anyone in the process," I explained to her, revealing the secret of how to come across as likable, even when you're a bit of a jerk, a narcissist, or someone with a full-blown God Complex.

"I still don't understand what you're saying," Hiratsuka-sensei sighed in exasperation, clearly finding my words far too convoluted to make sense of.

That's precisely why I always say that it's a matter of skill. We're built differently. Let's be real here—being witty, funny, intimidating, and likable all at the same time isn't about whether you desire to be those things. It's a matter of having the skill to pull it off.

"Well, let's just get this over with, Miyuki. If this drags on any longer, I'll forget what I wanted to say in the first place."

From the look on her face, I could tell she needed a favor from me, and I understood all too well that whatever she was about to ask for was bound to be troublesome. After all, someone capable of handling someone like Chika couldn't possibly be mediocre, and for her to be willing to lower her pride and ask me for help was telling.

For a brief moment, I found myself reconsidering my cynical mindset. This is just high school, after all. Why am I thinking so negatively? She's just asking for help, so what does pride have to do with anything? She wanted help regarding Yukino, and in all honesty, everyone involved seemed to view the situation in a far simpler light than I did. I, on the other hand, tended to overcomplicate things, assuming that people were always looking to gain an advantage over me or exploit my weaknesses in exchange for controlling me.

After regaining my composure, I signaled for her to continue.

She hesitated, then sighed deeply.

"Forget it. You're already busy taking care of Yukino. I shouldn't burden you with this task."

"Well, since you put it that way, Sensei," I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Are you trying to be polite?" she asked, rolling her eyes in amusement at my response, which was clearly not in line with common courtesy.

"If it were any other student, they'd take the initiative to ask more questions and press the issue. Are you seriously not curious, Miyuki?"

"Nope. I don't like sticking my nose into other people's business," I replied with all seriousness.

"By the way, Sensei, do you have any wine? Instead of smoking, why not switch to drinking? Seems healthier," I suggested casually.

"Meh, sake's better," she chuckled, but then her expression shifted as though she realized something. Her eyes narrowed, and she gave me a scrutinizing look.

"You... How dare you think about drinking, Miyuki? You're still a student, damn it!"

"I'm already 17, Sensei, and I'm certainly more responsible than you. I bet you've been smoking since high school," I countered, a teasing smirk on my face.

Her face turned beet red, flushed with embarrassment, as she avoided my gaze, clearly caught off guard by my accusation.

"Forget about it, Miyuki. I'm going now. Farewell," she stammered before quickly running off, leaving her pack of cigarettes on the chair.

After a moment of hesitation, I decided to keep the cigarettes safe and return them to her later.

I mean, I'm a nice person, after all. I've always had dreams of being a Hero of Justice... probably.

Now, time to meet my cute sister.