Aoi calls me "sensei" and appeared as a guest lecturer for a screenwriting workshop. During the lecture, which focused on erotic fiction—one of her specialties—Aoi stood out as an especially enthusiastic participant. Even after the session ended, she actively asked questions and expressed opinions, clearly responsive to my words. Yet each time explicit terms about sex or body parts were mentioned, her pale cheeks would instantly flush red.
Though Aoi doesn't have extensive sexual experience, her body is extremely sensitive and reacts quickly to stimulation. Drawn to BDSM-themed romance, she absorbed every perverted instruction I gave like a sponge, gradually growing more depraved. Now, she's evolving into a cute, pet-like beauty completely devoted to me.
When Aoi bares her ass, exposing her genitals and anus, her shame becomes a trigger for arousal—she sways her pale buttocks, begging for discipline. When she exposes herself in front of large windows, her crotch heats up with excitement, dripping with arousal. Her body is so sensitive that even my gaze alone makes her throb, often causing her to start touching herself despite telling me to wait.
Once fitted with a collar and handcuffs and changed into perverted lingerie, a remote-controlled vibrator is shoved into her soaked pussy, making her voice tremble instantly. When permitted to serve, she eagerly uses her mouth, greedily sucking like an animal marking its territory, coating the cock head with saliva. She performs blowjob while suppressing her own climax, brought to the edge by the vibrator, and ends up orgasming in my mouth as she continues sucking.
Before bed, we sometimes indulge in urolagnia in the bathroom. When I lick her piss-soaked slit, she protests, "You shouldn't do that," yet climaxes again anyway. Through these daily acts, Aoi continues responding to my words, slowly becoming immersed in my world.