"You are training Iori in a clearing in the forest, and it is almost night. Iori is wielding his sword with strength and determination, following every move you teach him with great dedication."

"Sir, I want to learn more! I need to become a strong and skilled swordsman like you."

"the afternoon light hit his slender and defined body, his sweaty body shone in the sun. and even with fatigue, Iori demonstrates unwavering determination during training, doing his best to impress his master."

"Feeling nervous and embarrassed, Iori shuffles his feet and bites his lower lip as he listens to Akira Shirosagi's words"

"W-well, sir, there's nothing that you need to offer me, it's my duty to serve you in any way possible. If there's anything you need or want from me, please don't hesitate to let me know. I'll do my best to fulfill your every desire."

"As he speaks, Iori's body language betrays his eagerness to please his master, his eyes glowing with devotion and submission. He waits anxiously for Akira Shirosagi's response, hoping that he has been able to satisfy his master's needs."

"I understand, sir. You are still young and have much to learn. And I am here to help you in any way that I can. If you have any questions or doubts, please do not hesitate to ask me. I will do my best to teach you and guide you, both in martial arts and in life."

"As Iori speaks these words, his eyes are filled with a mix of respect and admiration for his young master. He feels a strong sense of duty towards him, and is willing to devote himself entirely to his service. Even though Akira Shirosagi is younger than him, Iori recognizes him as his superior, and is willing to do anything to make him proud."

"Is there anything specific that you would like me to teach you, sir? Perhaps some new sword techniques or martial arts skills?"

"I understand, sir. You are already quite skilled in martial arts and sword fighting, for someone of your age. But there is always room for improvement, and I believe that with the right training and guidance, you could become even stronger and more skilled."

"As Iori speaks, his gaze wanders over his young master's body, taking in his youthful energy and strength. He feels a rush of desire course through his own body, but quickly suppresses it, not wanting to reveal his true feelings to Akira Shirosagi."

"Would you like me to give you some new drills and exercises to help you build more strength and stamina, sir? Or perhaps we could work on some advanced sword techniques together, to help you become an even better swordsman?"

"Iori looks at Akira Shirosagi with surprise. He had always assumed that his master was behind their training, and learning swordsmanship and fighting techniques was a goal for them both."

"Sir, I had no idea. If you do not wish to continue your training in martial arts and sword fighting, then I would be happy to help you explore other interests. We could try something new and different, if that's what you're interested in."

"Iori smiles warmly, his admiration for Akira Shirosagi growing stronger. He feels a sense of protective affection towards his young master, and wants to do everything he can to support him in his goals and desires."

"Is there anything specific you would like to try, sir? Perhaps some other form of physical exercise or training, such as running or weight lifting? Or maybe you're interested in something completely unrelated to martial arts

"Iori nods obediently, walking over to Akira Shirosagi."

"Of course, sir. How may I be of service?"

"Iori looks at Akira Shirosagi with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, wondering what his young master might have in mind."

"Iori blushes deeply as Akira Shirosagi embraces him and strokes his head. He feels a mixture of excitement and nervousness, enjoying the physical contact with his master but unsure what it might mean for their relationship."

"Thank you, sir. I try to do my best to serve and care for you in every way possible."

"Iori looks up at Akira Shirosagi with adoration, feeling a warm tingling sensation spreading throughout his body."

"Iori feels Akira Shirosagi's erection pressing against his back and he gasps softly, hearing the change in Akira Shirosagi's tone. He feels a mix of surprise and curiosity at Akira Shirosagi's behavior, but he remains obedient and attentive to his master."

"Thank you sir, I am yours to command."

"Iori's heart is beating faster with anticipation as he turns around to face Akira Shirosagi, giving him a small, shy smile. He feels aroused by the idea of pleasing his master, but also a bit nervous and unsure of what to do."

"Iori looks at Akira Shirosagi with a mix of confusion and disappointment as he hears his words. He feels a sharp pang of sadness in his chest, realizing that his deepest desires may not be reciprocated by his master."

"I understand, sir. I apologize if I misunderstood your intentions."

"Iori bows his head respectfully, trying to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. He feels a deep sense of shame and embarrassment, wishing he could hide away and forget about his foolish fantasies. Yet even in his pain, he is still loyal to his master, determined to serve him in any way he can."

"If there is anything else I can do for you, sir, please let me know. I am here to obey your command and fulfill your every wish."

Iori's heart races as he hears Akira Shirosagi's words. He is surprised and unsure of what to do. A part of him is curious and excited by the idea of indulging in some forbidden pleasures with his master, but another part of him feels afraid and uncertain of what it might entail.

"Sir, I...I am not sure what you mean by that. Could you please clarify?"

Iori looks up at Akira Shirosagi, his brown eyes bright with anticipation and a hint of fear. He bites his lower lip, feeling a mix of curiosity and lust clouding his thoughts. "What kind of thing are you suggesting, sir?"

Iori nods understandingly at Akira Shirosagi's words, his cheeks also flushing a deep shade of red. He knows that he is younger and less experienced than his master, and the idea of engaging in intimate acts with him makes him feel nervous and a little embarrassed.

"I...yes, sir. I understand. It is alright, you do not have to feel ashamed or hesitant. Whatever you wish, I am here to serve you and fulfill your desires."

Iori takes a step closer to Akira Shirosagi, his eyes flickering with a mix of anticipation and shyness. He feels his body responding to the sudden surge of arousal, his heart beating faster with each passing moment. "What would you like me to do, sir?"

Iori's heart skips a beat as he hears Akira Shirosagi's words. The question puts him in a difficult spot, but he knows that he has to make a choice and act on it. He looks Akira Shirosagi up and down, taking in his youthful and somewhat feminine appearance. Though he can't help but feel a little guilty at the thought of taking advantage of him, the temptation proves to be too great for him to resist.

"Sir...I think I could help you with that," Iori says, his voice barely above a whisper. He steps even closer to Akira Shirosagi, closing the distance between them. His hand reaches out and traces the contours of Akira Shirosagi's body, feeling the softness of his skin and the curves of his hips.

"I can make you feel good, sir. Just relax and let me take care of

Iori's eyes light up as Akira Shirosagi addresses him with such an affectionate nickname. He feels a thrill of pleasure coursing through his body, knowing that he is pleasing his master and satisfying his desires.

"Thank you, sir," Iori murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. He leans in closer to Akira Shirosagi, pressing his body against his and feeling the heat radiating off him. His lips brush against Akira Shirosagi's ear, whispering promises of pleasure and ecstasy.

"Close your eyes and let me take care of you, my dear...just trust me and let yourself feel good." With that, Iori begins to kiss Akira Shirosagi's neck, trailing soft, wet kisses down to his collarbone and chest. He takes Akira Shirosagi's hand and guides it to his own hardening member,

Iori's heart races as he hears Akira Shirosagi's words, realizing that his master enjoys being dominated. The thought of having such power over Akira Shirosagi sends shivers down his spine, and he can't help but feel a little aroused by the idea.

"Yes, sir...I like being in charge," Iori replies, his voice low and seductive. He presses Akira Shirosagi up against a nearby tree, his body pressing firmly against him. "But I'll make sure to take good care of you."

With that, Iori begins to run his hands over Akira Shirosagi's body, exploring every curve and crevice with care and precision. He takes charge, kissing his neck and chest before gradually moving lower, until he reaches his waist. He pulls Akira Shirosagi's pants down slowly, revealing his semi-erect member.

Iori's eyes widen a little as he hears Akira Shirosagi's request, feeling a surge of arousal at the thought. He kneels down in front of him, looking up at Akira Shirosagi from below and feeling a little intimidated by his size and strength.

"No, sir, I'm not against it," Iori says softly, biting his lip as he imagines having his way with Akira Shirosagi. "In fact, I'd really enjoy it."

He takes Akira Shirosagi's semi-erect member into his mouth, running his tongue over the tip and tasting his salty pre-cum. He moves slowly at first, exploring every inch of Akira Shirosagi's cock with his mouth and tongue, before gradually increasing his speed and force.

"You're so beautiful, sir...I can't resist you," Iori murmurs, his voice

Iori looks up at Akira Shirosagi with a look of mixed pleasure and desire, encouraged by his sounds and eager to make him feel even better. He takes Akira Shirosagi's cock in his mouth again, slowly bobbing his head up and down while massaging his balls with one hand.

{{char}} moans softly as he hears the sounds of Akira Shirosagi's pleasure, feeling his own arousal building as he works on pleasing his master. He can feel himself growing harder under his skirt, his own cock straining against his panties.

"Are you enjoying this, sir?" Iori asks, looking up at Akira Shirosagi with a lustful gaze. "Do you want me to continue?"

Iori feels his heart racing as he hears Akira Shirosagi's request, his cheeks flushing with desire and anticipation. He drops to his knees behind Akira Shirosagi, staring hungrily at his bare ass as he reaches out and pulls his skirt up further.

He runs his hands over Akira Shirosagi's firm cheeks, spreading them apart to get a better look at his tight hole. Seeing it open and ready for him sends shivers down Iori's spine. He leans in closer, pressing his face between Akira Shirosagi's cheeks and licking tentatively at his entrance.

"Mmm, you taste so good, sir," Iori murmurs, sliding his tongue deeper and deeper inside. "I'll take you however you want, just tell me what you need."

Iori's cock twitches with excitement at Akira Shirosagi's request, already hard and aching to be inside of him. Without a word, he reaches into his skirt and pulls out his hard member, stroking it to make sure that it's fully lubricated.

"Of course, sir," Iori says, lining up his cock with Akira Shirosagi's open hole. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

He pushes slowly at first, sliding inside of Akira Shirosagi inch by inch until his entire length is buried deep within him. Iori groans, savoring the feeling of tightness around his cock as he begins to thrust in and out with increasing speed, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"Ah, you feel amazing," Iori gasps, gripping Akira Shirosagi's hips tightly as he