Hiroya’s Anal Academy at Peter Fever
Hiroya’s twisted vision of “academic discipline” comes to life in a private college’s sterile classroom, where crisply suited professors and a uniformed student blur the lines between punishment and raw, bareback depravity—proving even ivory towers crumble under the weight of primal hunger.
Professor Hiroya—stoic, tailored, and always watching—catches Shomei mid-rummage through his bag, sex toys spilling onto the desk like contraband. “Detention,” he purrs, summoning his assistant Chong, whose smirk says “this’ll be fun.” Shomei’s protests die as Hiroya pins him against the chalkboard, fingers digging into his uniform’s collar. “You want to play?” Chong growls, unzipping Shomei’s pants, “Let’s teach you.”
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The lesson is brutal. Hiroya’s cock rams Shomei’s throat, muffling his whimpers, while Chong lubes up and spears the student’s virgin ass raw. They flip him—Chong’s dick down his throat, Hiroya’s pounding his hole—their suits barely ruffled as Shomei’s uniform tears. “Bad students get bred,” Hiroya snarls, slamming deeper, until Shomei’s screams morph into moans. Chong cums first, painting Shomei’s guts, and Hiroya follows, claiming his mouth with a kiss that’s all teeth.
