Japanese title:「Sensei wa daisuki kedo buruubouru wa ore mainichi, dakara ore iku rinjin no nisou wa eroi iyoku ga magirasu... kedo sore wa sensei no kibishii ai wo uragiru — nani suru ka?!」

English title: 「I have a massive crush on my sensei but she blueballs me on a regular basis, so I go to the nun next door to relieve my sexual desires... But that's betraying sensei's tough love — what do I do?! 」

Volume 1

Written by Minamoto Kiyotaka
Illustrated by Minamoto's Camera
Edited by Sensei
Translation by Fokkun

Chapter 1: Me and Sensei

You, the one who's reading this book.

Have you ever fallen in love?

It's a weird thing to ask. It's something I don't even think about that often. But, if your answer was yes, how deep was your love for that person? Was it as passionate as a samba rhythm? Was it as shallow as the soft waves on a beach? Was it as surface level as the thin layer of jam spread across freshly toasted bread?

Now, how far would you be willing to go for that love? Would you want to commit social suicide for him, or her?

Now that you're committed— I should introduce myself. The nobody you've decided to listen to.

My name is Minamoto Kiyotaka (last name, first name). I'm your normal student, who handles a lance. I'm not particularly interesting. I'm only becoming a Lancer because it is my "calling". I couldn't care less about fighting enemies, or defending the country.

But, who cares about me.

You should turn your attention to the beautiful sensei that trains me.

Long, silky purple hair that frames her perfectly shaped face. Round eyes with thick lashes and fiery red irises. An hourglass shaped body even goddesses would envy. Not to mention, her breasts are the perfect size. I've gazed at a lot of girl's chests, but I'm always magically drawn to sensei's. Despite not being the biggest, they look soft, round, and most importantly, bouncy.

I wonder if they feel that same way.

Even her thighs too. They're shapely, and her legs are slender too. But the best part, is her feet.

Sensei's feet are incredible— no, stunning, to look at. From it's shape, to it's appearance, they are truly the best part of sensei's perfect body. My biggest wish is for her to step on me with that bare foot, and crush my d*ck using it. Bare, or with stockings, I don't care. I just want sensei to stop all over me like the bug I am.

I want to drown in that painful pleasure of being stepped senseless by sensei.

Not to mention, the armour she wears! It's skin tight, accentuates how sexy sensei truly is. If a man sees her, and doesn't think she's attractive, then he is gay, no doubt about that. Sensei would make any men bend to her knees, whether it'd be through her overwhelming beauty, or her strong, headfirst personality.

Sensei isn't a weak person. She is a famed Lancer throughout our country, being known by both allies and enemies as the "Queen of the Land of Shadows", and is worshipped by many. Including me. Her blood red spear encompasses her personality, and cuts through the enemy like a knife through butter.

Her special attack; Gáe Bolg Alternative, tears through all the enemies in her sight with a ferocious flash of multiple lances. She's a lady to be respected, and feared.

Even so, I somehow ended up under her tutelage.

Being the weakest Lancer in my class, my school took drastic measures to make sure I succeed. They went as far as to give me separate classes from everyone else, and my own personal sensei.

At first, I didn't exactly like this idea, as the other kids began to laugh at my inability and weakness behind my back. They were glad that I was getting kicked out of the class due to my failure being a worthy Lancer.

I was known as "The Worst Lancer".

Soon, I had the last laugh. As soon as sensei stepped onto the training ground and called for my name, I couldn't believe it. Everyone else was in shock— that the legendary Queen of the Land of Shadows wanted me, and not anyone else. I gave a cruel smile to everyone as I left to a separate training ground with sensei.

That's when I first realised it—

Seeing her face smile at me, while under the supple spring breeze. Her hair blowing in sync with her skirt, while she held a battle ready stance with her lance.

I fell in love.

Stunned by my emotions, during that spar, I was overwhelmingly defeated. Sensei recognised that I had a long way to go being a Lancer, and declared coldly,

"Training from now on will be the toughest regime I will think of to turn you from a boy, to a man."

Even though she said those harsh words, I was still entranced by her. I was in love, for sure. I was ready to throw away my life for sensei.

That night, I beat my meat so hard, you wouldn't believe it.

A few years passed with sensei tutoring me. It felt like time sped up since then, and each day, I was spending more time with sensei, and building that precious bond. She taught me all she knew, and I gave it everything I got.

Even though I was in severe pain due to being bruised, scarred and bloody by the end of each training session, sensei told me to always push for more, and to break the limiters holding me back. So, I did.

I went overdrive, and gave it my all even after the set training time. I spent extra time with her, with my body burning with pain and frustration, all to live up to her standards.

And when I did well, sensei would reward me by treating me to lunch or dinner, or buying me a new spear, better then my last one.

It was this tough love she gave made me stronger— and eventually, I reached the top of the class within four years.

"The Worst Lancer", became "The Feared Lancer". No one in my class could match up to my speed, precision and intensity to my attacks. Through all the hard work sensei put me through, I went from zero, to hero.

That brings us back here— to the beginning.

You, the one who's reading this book.

Have you ever fallen in love with your sensei?

The gap between us was about four or so years. So, it didn't seem wrong. The issue was, I was her student, and she was my sensei. It'd be social suicide to go out with her. I was selfishly only thinking about my feelings. Not hers.

She was the Queen of the Land of Shadows. How the hell could she ever reciprocate my feelings? It seemed impossible.

That is, until I finally reached adulthood.

At the same time, my training with sensei became even tougher. Now that I was an adult, sensei didn't hold back anymore. She pelted at me with full force, and overwhelmingly crushed me despite being top of the class.

Again, it felt like the first time we fought.

Another year or two passed, and I was nearly ready to become a full-fledged Lancer. A Lancer who would take down any foe before him, and storm the land as the Queen of the Land of Shadow's meek apprentice.

During these years, me and sensei fooled around slightly. Now I was an adult, the idea we could be a couple became more realistic, and my behaviour became even flirty towards her, despite not even realising it. She was just as much flirty back, and my mind was confused on how her feelings were towards me.

However, one fateful day, after going through her tough love, I spilled out my tight emotions burning in the back of my throat.

"I love you, sensei!"

Sensei reciprocated my feelings.

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