In the kitchen Asuka was busy with the expresso machine. Chiaki and Yua were looking through the kitchen draws, but since he’d bought most of his cooking and eating utensils from the Mitsukoshi department store near his work, they didn’t find it quite as hilarious as the contents of his bathroom.

Chiaki saw him first and bent at the waist, her face near his penis, which he knew was now visibly erect. She said, in Japanese, “Sensei, we didn’t come to make you a cup of coffee. We came here to make you very happy.”

“I’m pleased to see you three, so of course I’m happy.” Seamus hoped that was right, in not accepting their offer without being impolite. He wondered if they meant to climb on him all together in his bed; he frowned, knowing his cock had just got harder at that thought. He sensed he was walking across a minefield.

Chiaki leaned forward and kissed his cock through his pants. It moved at the contact, and she opened her mouth to hold it. Yua stepped forward and kissed his mouth. She reached her arm round his neck and pressed against him. Chiaki bit his cock very lightly. Yua murmured, “I’m sure you’re tired, Sensei. Teaching is such hard work. Perhaps you’d like to lie down?”

Chiaki rose and kissed his mouth as well. Then she reached for the top button of his shirt.

Asuka, carrying her cup of coffee, smacked Chiaki’s bottom with her left hand, though through the many layers of that skirt it cannot have hurt. She said, “The Sensei chooses what he wears, and when he goes to bed. Remember that.”

Yua and Chiaki kissed him again but backed away. Asuka had seemed to him to be both younger and shyer than the other two, but it seemed she was actually the senior here, in authority at least. She held out her hand, “Your coffee, Sensei.”

He accepted it and smiled at her. “Thank you.” She bowed at him, looking at the floor, her hands clasped in front of her thighs.

She said, in English, “Just a moment, Sensei. Chiaki touched you, intimately, without your permission.” She took a wooden spoon from one of the kitchen drawers and held it out to him. “Chiaki, do you agree that the Sensei should punish you?”

Chiaki pressed forward again, her body pressing against his aroused cock. “I think you should, Sensei. Nice and hard. But only on my bare bottom. And the backs of my thighs: they’re sooo sensitive. Should I take my skirt off, Sensei? Though really, I should take off everything?”

Seamus hesitated. He couldn’t help thinking about how deliciously squirmy Chiaki would be, if he took her over his knee. And how prettily pink and sensually warm her bottom would be against his skin when he took her afterwards.

Yua caught his eye and nodded. “Chiaki needs a firm hand, Sensei. But we’re all equally at fault. So…” She put her hands on her bottom and rubbed, her tongue protruding between her teeth.

Somehow the magnificance of that offer was what decided him. He pushed Chiaki back, though he noted and regretted the sorrow on her face. He felt like a hypocrite, and wondered at himself: he’d never in his life turned down a sexual offer from an attractive woman, let alone three.

But at university and in his jobs in Birmingham the rules were clear about having sex with people with lower status and authority. He had no idea what the local rules were, but he wasn’t going to risk his job, or doing wrong. He said, in Japanese, “Thank you for warming my house with your presence. You are all three very beautiful young women. But I have a meeting I must attend.” This was not true, of course. “And I shall see you at work tomorrow.”

He took Yua and Chiaki’s hands and led them to the door. Behind him Asuka called, “Sensei?”

.”Yes, Asuka?”

“I’m sorry we embarrassed you. We did mean it. I mean we were teasing you, but we were serious. Please forgive us.”

Seamus shook his head. “Not necessary. There’s nothing to forgive. I will see you, all of you, tomorrow. I look forward to it.”

As she was leaving, a couple of yards behind her friends, Asuka breathed a sigh into his face. Then she kissed his cheek and touched his hand.

“I hope you will change your mind, Sensei. When you know Japan, and us, better.”

Then she smiled at him, turned her back and wiggled as she walked out his door. Seamus shut the door, and resumed his place on the couch. He couldn’t return to Shusaku’s novel. His heart was pounding, and his cock ws signalling its need for relief. Solitary masturbation seemed a poor substitute for three lively and willing girls. He hoped his virtue was worth it. 

(To be continued.)