"Ahn... no... we should not be doing this... ahhhn." The heated voice resounds through the tea ceremony club room.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle~ ♡" The Japanese words with the Russian accent make it clear who is involved in this.

"... incredible... she is so bold." A third, hushed voice says.

"... how beautiful..." A fourth voice mutters in awe.

"... n-not in front of - ahn - the others..." Ino presses out from between her lips, unable to hold back her moans of pleasure. Her weak attempts at pushing Lethia away are completely unsuccessful, as the latter is sucking on her neck while massaging her back and large breasts through the disheveled kimono.

"But you seem to get more excited while being watched~ ♪" The red-haired transfer student breathes into Ino's ear before nibbling on the tip of it, eliciting a surprised moan.

"Th-that is not true... uhhhn..."

Club activities have ended and the supervisor as well as the upperclassmen have left only moments ago, making the first-year students clean up before they can finally leave as well. Lethia is using this time of relative isolation from the rest of the world to begin her seduction plan. The small teahouse is separate from all other buildings, so nobody will pass by and overhear anything going on inside. And she will make sure that those within the club would keep what happens here a secret by making them addicted to her techniques.

"Why don't you join us, Miho-san?" Lethia glances at the girl from the neighboring class, who is the very definition of a Yamato Nadeshiko, out of the corners of her eyes. She beckons her to come over with a seductive smile. "And you, too, Ashina-san." Shifting her gaze to the girl next to Miho, the red-haired girl invites another to the mix. The two look at each other and swallow their saliva nervously, before turning back to Lethia.

"Y-yes..."

"W-with p-pleasure..."

One after another, the members of the club fall to the irresistible ways of the Russian transfer student.

After a week of visiting various clubs and joining in on their activities - with the occasional seduction afterwards - Lethia's name has become known throughout the school. Rumors about her promiscuous nature has spread among the students and even the staff, but because there have been no complaints, the teachers cannot issue a warning. And due to the fact that she is a student with perfect grades across the board, performs above and beyond the skills of any high school student in sports, music and the arts, nobody even thinks of speaking badly of her.

To the dismay of all the competition-based clubs, she eventually chose to return to the one she visited on the first day of school. Some whisper that it is because the tea ceremony club members are all beauties in their own rights - and because of the presence of Furukawa Ino, who was, before Lethia's arrival, the girl rumored to have the largest chest at this school. And as expected, she began to show more and more of her promiscuous side, until it escalated in an orgy involving all the members.

Of course, that is only a rumor, like so many other things involving the new transfer student, including her actual bust size - despite the fact that she already revealed it to her entire class on the first day. It led to a decline in other rumors and mysteries coursing through the school at the time, to the point where many completely disappeared over the following months.

Slowly, the school was overflowing with gossip about Lethia's actions after school, rather than the mysteries that seemed to plague the old school building. When the demolition of the building was finally scheduled to commence during the summer vacations, nobody really talked about it anymore.

"Things are going well." Lethia comments when asked by Senka. "Just a little longer and our job here will be done~ ♪"

"Tomorrow's the inter-high marathon, wish me luck." Hitomi announces to Senka after school, for the fifth time this week. They are sitting at the very top of the stands of the school's sports field, enjoying the gentle sun on the afternoon of this last day before the summer vacations. Looking at her with a disinterested expression, the masked girl does not respond. "Come on, is that how you send your husband off to battle?"

"... at this point..." She begins, but stops and walks to the trees behind them, to pick up two rocks. Watching her curiously, Hitomi says nothing of this strange behavior. Standing next to her, Senka begins to beat the two rocks together. "May thee be victorious in battle and return safely to mine side, dear husband!" Speaking with a deadpan serious expression, she performs the traditional good-luck rites women carry out to see off their men to a war or a duel.

Staring at Senka with large eyes for a moment, Hitomi is left speechless. Then she breaks out in laughter and jumps up to hug the masked girl, who carelessly tosses the rocks aside without changing her expression. She pets her hair and showers her face with kisses, then spins around her own axis as if dancing a waltz.

"You're really the best, Senka-chan!" Setting her down again, Hitomi stems her hands into her waist and looks up into the sky with a determined expression. "I'm going to win the trophy for you, just you wait!" Speaking with dedication, she looks back down on Senka, who has an eyebrow raised in skepticism.

"Even though you keep telling me that there's no way you could ever beat that senpai of yours?" With a simple matter of fact statement, she beats down Hitomi's high tension immediately.

"D-don't say that... I'll do it! ... somehow." The determination has dissipated a little, but she is not the type to give up even when it seems hopeless.

"... do your best and good luck, Hitomi." Senka finally says in a more amicable tone, looking up to her opposite with a smile - although it remains hidden behind her mask. This marks the first time that she has referred to Hitomi by her first name, and the latter realizes that fact. A soft smile on her face, the track and field girl nods in assurance.

"You up for the test of courage tomorrow?" Olethea, lying sprawled out on her bed in a state of half-undress, asks the second Senka enters their pocket-dimension. It is one of the eldar's many futuristic gadgets, a self-adhering finger-print lock that can be attached on any door to turn it into a portal leading to this fully furnished hotel room-like space. The doll-like girl has commented on how the name - Anywhere Hotel - is both stupid and a potential copyright infringement, but no such meanings or boundaries exist for the inter-dimensional assassin Red Mantis.

"... what?" Looking at the red-head with a dispassionate glance, Senka sits down on her bed, takes off her surgical mask and picks up a volume of the manga series called Lone Wolf and Cub, which she has been reading recently.

"You haven't heard? They're planning to go to the old school building in the evening, and have a test of courage, before it's demolished."

"Who is they?"

"The guys and girls from class. I think it's an attempt by some of them to do a little matchmaking for the summer vacations." Sitting up in a swift motion, Olethea looks at the stitched girl with a smirk. "Why don't you invite Hitomi?"

"She has a marathon tomorrow, so she'll be too tired to play along with such a childish thing." Senka's straightforward response leaves the red-head dumbfounded, causing her to open and close her mouth without saying anything.

"Whatever... but I think that's going to be when we'll finally get to meet our target." Lying back down on the bed, Olethea rolls herself into her blanket. The days are getting hotter, but the Anywhere Hotel has a broken air conditioner, which is always set to "too cold". Sighing, the eldar looks up to the light panel. "This life might be over tomorrow already..."

She suddenly sits up with an abrupt motion, an expression of realization on her face. Gathering up a dark blue suit and a white shirt, she shuffles to put the clothes on, before quickly braiding her hair. Senka watches in surprise, slightly alarmed at seeing Olethea so perturbed, especially when even being ganged up on by several large alien creatures out for her head did not cause her any concern. However, she regrets paying attention to it at all, when the latter explains her strange and hasty actions.

"I forgot that I had a date with Ritsuko!" Olethea shouts out quickly and rushes to the door under the disapproving gaze of the doll-like girl, who rolls her eyes at how serious she was taking the eldar's flustered expression just now. "See you tomorrow!" And she leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind herself.

"Why do I put up with her?" She says into the empty room, as if a counter-question to being asked. "Because I have no choice... but you know that already." With this, Senka continues reading in silence.

"... actually..." Looking up from her book, she stops and thinks for a bit. "I have to admit... it's quite fun with her sometimes..." Scratching the stitches on her cheek, she states while looking away in slight embarrassment. Then she shakes her head, as if trying to free herself from these uncharacteristic thoughts, and fixes her eyes on the pages of the manga in her hands once more.

"Shikora-san?!" Ritsuko, in a beautiful but slightly uptight dress, tenses up upon seeing her student come towards her with a charming smile. They are in the very expensive-looking restaurant where she was meant to meet her prospective partner for a marriage interview - the seats reserved by the same - but with Lethia coming towards her in the most natural way, confusion washes over her. What is she doing here? How does she know about this appointment? Why is she dressed so formally?

"Good evening, Ritsuko." The red-haired girl greets as she sits down opposite from her teacher, an unceasing smile on her lips. Seeing that the reserved table for two is now occupied by both announced customers, a waiter comes over and asks what they would like to order. "A bottle of the 1988 Barolo Cannubi Boschis." She states without looking at the menu and with no hint of hesitation in her words.

"Certainly." The waiter immediately responds and turns to Ritsuko, who stares at Lethia dumbfounded. "Anything for you, dear customer?"

"N-no, thank you." She mutters and the waiter bows, before leaving to bring the ordered item. Blinking at her student a few times, the small teacher begins to look through the menu to find what she just ordered with such assurance. She finds it among the wines, which already rings her alarm bells, but when she sees the price, her eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Ninety thousand Yen for one bottle! "Wait a moment, Shikora-san! The wine-"

"Yes, it is a vintage from the year you were born in." An enchanting smile on her lips, Lethia interrupts her teacher before she can finish what she is trying to say. "I think it is the perfect wine to celebrate this occasion." What occasion? Ritsuko does not understand the meaning of her words.

"B-but you're a-" Before she can say that the red-haired girl is a minor, the latter stretches a hand across the table and puts a finger on her lips. She signals for her to play along with a wink, and for a moment she completely forgets her duties as a teacher over the disarming expression her opposite gives her. Her resistance melts under the enchanting green eyes and the flawless curled lips, even though she is fully aware of the fact that Lethia is not only a girl, but also her very own student.

"I believe that there is no man alive suitable to be by your side. Therefore, I have come to claim you myself." The red-haired girl states with utter confidence, not a hint of mischief in her gentle smile. For some reason, she cannot bring herself to rebut Lethia for speaking such foolish words, like she would normally do when Matsuda Hitomi makes the same joke. Because coming from this Russian beauty, it does not sound like a joke at all; Ritsuko is completely convinced that she speaks the truth.

"The Barolo Cannubi Boschis, as ordered. Please let the wine breathe for a while before drinking." The waiter returns with a decanter filled with a full-bodied gold-colored wine. For a moment, Ritsuko remembers the price tag on it and wonders if that is actually liquid gold. "Do you know what you would like to have for your meal?" He asks after pouring a little into each of the two large glasses in front of them.

"We need a little more time." Lethia states and looks at her teacher, who has been unable to think straight ever since she sat down across from her. With a respectful bow, the waiter leaves again. "Please, order whatever you like. Tonight is my treat."

The only thing Ritsuko remembers of the meal afterwards was that the bill was in the upper six figures. However, at that point she was already too drunk on both wine and Lethia's overwhelmingly charming presence, that she could never recall how it all tasted. She would regret it whenever she reminisces about that dinner, feeling like the money was wasted on her uncultured palate.

They left the restaurant late into the evening, finding their way into the famed Hibiya suite at the Peninsula Hotel. Ritsuko can hazily recall having read about it being an exclusive room that requires a reservation months ahead of time. And the price tag is equally ridiculous, as expected; when she researched it later, she found that it costs a whopping one million Yen per night. She felt faint and a tingle in her abdomen upon reading it.

Regarding the hotel room itself, it is shaped more like a luxurious apartment with several separate rooms - the overall size much larger than the one she is living in - and has a beautiful view down into the Imperial Palace from the master bedroom. She remembers almost every single detail of the various rooms' different pieces of luxurious furniture, because she lay or sat on every single one of them, in one way or another.

"Do you think it strange that we are going to be doing this despite us both being women?" Lethia asks as she approaches in her bath robe, her body steaming after the shower she just took. Lying on the king-sized bed, Ritsuko is covering herself up shyly and looking up at her student, whom she can no longer view as just that at this point.

"W-we are teacher and student... we shouldn't be doing this..." Offering one last bit of very unconvincing sounding resistance, the small teacher slowly lowers the blanket as Lethia crawls onto the bed and opens her robe to reveal her incredible body. Within Ritsuko's eyes the red-haired girl's voluptuous chest is reflected, its sublime form testament to the fact that there is true perfection. "We... shouldn't..." She mutters with a blank expression, trailing off the closer Lethia comes.

"Just enjoy the moment, Ritsuko~ ♡" Whispering into her teacher's ear, the red-haired girl pushes her down and softly touches her blushing cheek with one hand, while the other slowly slides open her loose robe and traces her collarbone. All resistance in Ritsuko melts away the moment Lethia's lips touch hers lightly. They withdraw for a moment and return, and this time they are met with a conscious response, as the two begin to share a sweet, wine-fueled kiss.

Sliding a finger across the shoulders of the more cute than mature teacher, Lethia guides her bath robe off of them while keeping their lips locked together. Their tongues entwine and dance, seeking to take the other's breath away; from Ritsuko's awkward motions, it becomes clear that she is not very experienced in this regard. Retreating from their heated union, the red-haired girl takes a look at the woman's exposed chest under the dimmed light of the bedroom. It is heaving from heavy breathing, two small but supple mounds.

An expression of shame and embarrassment fills her face at being watched so closely, but Lethia gives her a warm smile, before bringing her lips to the former's neck. At the same time, one hand slides around Ritsuko's body and runs across her slightly arched back. The exposed breasts are neglected, the nipples perking up in the coolness of the air conditioned room. But with every passing moment, with every shiver running across her skin, the small teacher can feel the heat coming over her, alongside the waves of pleasure from being touched in a way nobody has touched her before.

Lethia slowly moves downwards, kissing all the way from the collarbone to the breasts, before blowing a heated breath onto their tips. Her hands are massaging her back and waist, without a moment's rest for both her fingers and her teacher's body, which grows more and more sensitive. With a light bite, an unsuppressed moan escapes Ritsuko's slightly parted lips, and she brings a hand to her mouth in shock. Looking at the gesture, the red-haired girl begins to suck on the nipple while bringing a hand up to her other one, to roll it between two fingers.

Muffling her own voice, all she can do is grab the sheets and twist her body. But Lethia, holding her down with her own weight, does not cease the assault on Ritsuko's senses. The hand massaging her waist slides down and sensually glides across her outer thigh, and into the back of her knee.

One after another, the red-haired girl finds the erogenous zones on her teacher's body: Plunging the tongue into her belly button, running the tips of her fingers over the ribcage that protrudes due to her arched back, kissing all over her inner thighs, and pressing a thumb into the soles of her feet. With every new point, another layer of pleasure is added onto the last, slowly but surely building up to a climax. To facilitate that, Lethia finally brings her fingers between Ritsuko's legs, sliding them around her most important place. That is when she realizes that they are really going to be doing it.

"W-wait, Shikora-san..." She makes and grabs Lethia's hand. "I-I don't... I don't think I'm ready yet."

"But you certainly look like it." The latter responds with a straightforward smile and uses her free hand to spread Ritsuko's folds, before sliding her middle finger across the slit, eliciting a surprised moan from her. "See?" Holding up the glistening fingertip right in front of her face, Lethia shows that the small teacher is physically more than ready.

"Th-that's not what I-" She is interrupted by the red-haired girl's lips locking with hers. Ritsuko's tongue comes out to meet her student's instinctively, and they play with each other for a while. "Mmh... hmmm?!"

Lethia's middle finger slides into her depths in a sneaky attack on both ends. The small teacher's half-hearted attempts at pushing her much larger student away become weaker and weaker, before ceasing completely. Separating her lips from the former's, Lethia moves down for a deep kiss with her lower mouth. A breathless squeal at the sensation and an arching back shows that her body is on the verge of climaxing from all the earlier foreplay.

Thus, the red-haired girl begins a more relentless assault, extending her tongue as deeply as she can, and wiggling it around vigorously to stimulate as many points in as quick a succession as possible. Ritsuko turns her face away and uses a pillow to bury it, to muffle her voice, which she can no longer hold back from escaping through her lips. Grabbing her legs, Lethia does not let up and drives her higher and higher, until an unbridled scream from above, and a spray of a clear liquid from below signals that she has reached a toe-curdling orgasm.

"That was incredible, Ritsuko." Lethia comments and licks her lips clean. Looking up at her with clouded eyes, the corners of the small teacher's eyes are filled with tears. Apparently she is the type to cry after climaxing. "I knew you would be one capable of experiencing all of my techniques~ ♡"

"... fue?" With a sound of non-comprehension, Ritsuko's eyes show her confusion at these words. Is it not over?

"We have all night~ ♡" With a lascivious smile and a seductive wiggle of her fingers, Lethia signals that it is far from over.

"Ah... hah?"

"Here I come~ ♪"