Yuele Academy

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Beneath me lay a woman's slender body. "Ah, so good, again..."
I gripped her delicate waist and thrust in forcefully. Meanwhile, my fingers weren't idle, caressing her
pubic hair, running rampant through her thicket.
"No, please stop! I... I'm coming..."
"Beep, beep, beep..." Just as she gripped me tightly, about to reach climax, the alarm went off.
"Don't stop!"
"Baby, how could I stop?" I continued thrusting, stealing glances at the
gleaming numbers on the laptop screen beside the bed.
"Damn it."
I stuck out my tongue, thrusting even harder to finish quickly. Charge! A frenzied, surging motion...
Several minutes later. My released penis lay limp, and I picked up the phone from the table.
The woman's soft body leaned closer, languid like a kitten. So alluring. I deliberately poked
her rounded buttocks with my toes.
"You're naughty!" The woman chuckled mischievously, turned around, picked up a pale yellow bath towel, draped it over herself, and walked to the window.
Bathed in the sunset streaming through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, she seemed to melt into this splendor.
The towering buildings of Shinjuku before her resembled ancient ruins, mirages in the desert. The air was thick with the weariness and despondency that
followed . "This is JES,"
I said, giving the password after the call connected. The familiar husky voice came from the other end. "Mission:
7 . The disk will be given to Yumi; as usual, destroy it immediately after viewing, okay?" "Yes, sir."
I hung up; these kinds of calls were always so brief and to the point.
"Is this the chief?" The woman turned around; her silhouette appeared particularly soft in the sunset.
"Did you catch us slacking off?"
I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "At seven o'clock tonight, get the information from Super Agent Yumi."
The woman—my Yumi—smiled charmingly. She tossed her hair, her eyes fixed on me.
"Then let's try again!"

"Ugh, I don't know!"
"Good teacher, please answer for me!"
The whole class burst into laughter. The girl being asked didn't stand up, but instead pouted and acted coquettishly towards me. Damn it,
these little devils…
In a fit of anger, I almost threw the chalk in my hand at them. Just then, the bell rang… Hmph,
they're lucky.
As soon as the bell rang, the girls stood up on their own, laughing and talking loudly, completely ignoring me.
"Stand up, salute."
"Thank you, teacher… teacher… teacher." Like singing in a Peking Opera, the girls deliberately dragged out the last syllable
… This was clearly mocking me.
I glared at every face, my expression stern. "You, you all, remember this..." A girl's plaid
skirt billowed in the wind—no, she lifted it herself and fanned her face with it... Her shapely legs gleamed with an ivory-white
sheen. As if sensing my gaze, she grinned mischievously.
"I'm wearing shorts underneath, you pervert!"
the girls cried, staggering about. "You, you..."
By the time I grabbed my textbooks and rushed out of the classroom, I was drenched in sweat. (These girls
are terrifying...)
Not only that, but whenever I turned around to write on the blackboard, I could hear whispers,
nothing more than comments about me; inexplicable laughter often erupted during class... Standing on the podium,
under the gaze of these thirty-five pairs of sharp eyes, was more painful than climbing a mountain of knives or being boiled in oil.
These girls really went to great lengths to tease the new young male teacher. (Although I'm a handsome
guy , this charm actually became an obstacle for these teenage girls who were still going through puberty;
maybe they were just putting on an act out of shyness.) If it were an all-boys school, it would be much simpler.
A shout of "Take this!" and a chalk offensive would be enough.
But these girls, blossoming like spring flowers, were all rich and noble heiresses who had
never even been spoken to loudly before. All they had to do was sweetly shout, "I don't care, I don't understand!" and even the most dignified person
would soften halfway. But when they got into mischief, they were just as good as the boys. All my fantasies about girls' high schools were finally shattered. The idea of a shy, long-haired beauty
under dense shade trees making a "pure confession of love" was all a lie. "Sakuma-sensei!" As I walked down the corridor, I heard that flirtatious voice of a girl behind me again. "These little monsters, haven't you had enough of messing with me?" Now there was no way to hide, so I had to bite the bullet and turn around. Her short hair carried a touch of nonchalance, and her full lips were slightly upturned, as if she were muttering something at any moment. She was a very spirited girl; standing beside her was another long-haired girl. My eyes lit up. "Teacher, are you used to it here?" "I wouldn't say I'm used to it or not, I only arrived yesterday. Um, what's your name?" "Noriko Furuma, just call me Noriko. Teacher, how old are you?" "Twenty-five, why do you ask that?" "Nothing, just asking. What's your blood type?" "Type B." "Height, weight, do you have a girlfriend? " "Are you... are you conducting a background check?" "Teacher, just call me Noriko!" I almost fainted, but I couldn't lash out in front of the other girl. She... I noticed her a while ago, I think her name is Hiromi Matsuno. She was always so quiet... porcelain-white skin, two beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows. Her long, black hair always shimmered with a chestnut brown hue from the sunlight streaming through the window; with the slightest movement, it was like countless golden sands were falling . Her captivating beauty remains deeply etched in my heart. The girl named Matsuno, as if sensing my gaze, shyly lowered her eyes. "Noriko, don't make things difficult for the teacher anymore," I said, tugging at Noriko's sleeve. "Teacher, I'm Matsuno, Matsuno Hiromi." Although she still didn't dare look at me, her attitude was quite generous. I blurted out, "Um, I already checked," and Noriko immediately turned hostile. "I knew it! Men only pay attention to pretty girls, even teachers are no exception. Favoritism, favoritism!" Noriko deliberately shouted loudly. "No, keep your voice down! I just noticed Matsuno always sits quietly by the window." Several heads had already peeked out of the classroom, curiously observing me. Please, don't ruin my job .

"Do you treat every teacher like this?"
"No way, handsome, this is special treatment we give you!" Thank goodness, the situation has finally turned around;
Noriko's voice lowered again.
"Special treatment?"
"Yeah, we only get a little envious because the teacher is young and handsome." (That's right, I'm talking about
a handsome guy like me.) Matsuno also grinned and put her finger to her lips.
"Really, the teacher is so cute!" I
was . Matsuno, you, you are really cute! I hope this sweetness will never change, just the two of us... Noriko
interrupted tactlessly.
"Can you imagine doing this to the 'Lady' of Discipline, Sato? As soon as we sit up
straight , she'll shout in that high-pitched voice, 'You don't look like the noble ladies that Amamiya Academy trains,'
we have no interest in that old maid's special treatment."
Discipline Master Sato... the face I was introduced to yesterday flashed through my mind. Yes, a short, plump
old woman with short, ear-length hair and thick glasses. At first glance, it was impossible to tell if she was male or female, except for her still
sharp and powerful voice.
"Can she still control you guys?"
"She can't, but she's like an ancient fossil, smelly and hard, nobody wants to mess with her...
But sometimes she's cute too!" She winked at Matsuno.
Matsuno smiled knowingly, then suddenly "clucked." "Excuse me, I'll be right back."
She ran past me with small steps. Turning around to watch Matsuno leave, I saw a
girl with glasses, looking like a little boy, waiting at the corner of the corridor. She handed Matsuno a letter.
"That silly girl with unrequited love..." Noriko said with a smile.
"Her name is Mizukami Sayuri, a first-year student. She comes to Matsuno's class every time she has nothing to do, a
love letter , a bouquet of roses every three days, she's more diligent than girls with boyfriends. But, she always seems a bit strange."
"Oh." So that's what happened. Unable to get close to boys, the young girls, filled with romantic feelings, could only pour their affections
onto other girls. I observed them closely. Since Qu had her back turned, I couldn't see Matsuno's expression; but Sayuri
, after noticing my gaze, glared back fiercely.
"Teacher, you see! If you dare to have any improper thoughts about Matsuno, you're in big trouble. She might stab you
to death!"
"Stop talking." I'm quite afraid of these unpredictable girls now. But,
but… Sayuri, despite her boyish features, her full breasts were like two round
, plump balls, about to burst out of her suit jacket. What a pity… what a pity… it's hard for someone with
an unbalanced to have a balanced mind.
"I often hear about this kind of thing in girls' schools."
"What kind of thing?" It can't be about lesbian lovers murdering each other, can it
? "I mean, mutual affection between girls!"
"Hmm, a lot…" Noriko answered absentmindedly.
"That's understandable. We spend so much time together, it's inevitable that special feelings will develop. And I've heard that
many people have experienced that kind of feeling. But teacher, don't worry, I still prefer a mature man like you. Are you
still a virgin?"
This... why did you have to drag me
into this? Just at this awkward moment, the school bell rang.
"Ah! Class is starting. This is music class, I have to hurry to the music room. See you next time!"
Noriko waved to me and ran off.
"Sigh..." I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. But why is that cute little head filled with
these kinds of things? I really can't understand it...
Just then, Matsuno's gentle voice came. "Teacher!"
"Huh?" I turned around and saw Matsuno blinking her big, watery eyes, smiling mischievously at me.
"Teacher, don't believe Noriko! She's a bit of a goofball and loves to overthink things.
Ask me if you have any questions! I'm the class monitor too."
"Oh, thank you for your help. I'm a complete stranger here."
"Teacher, don't be so polite." In front of the poised and confident Matsuno, I felt incredibly
awkward .
"Matsuno, hurry up, class is about to start!" Noriko's voice called from ahead, and Matsuno quickened her pace,
running . Her light purple plaid skirt fluttered, revealing her slender, smooth legs. Not bad, she could get a
90! I was stunned, captivated by her beauty; it took me a while to snap out of it, and I coughed a few times to
cover my embarrassment.

The early winter air was crisp and clear, with a slight breeze. As soon as class started, the entire campus fell silent; only
the occasional sound of recitation could be heard, like the whispers of little elves. Walking into the lush, coconut-lined courtyard, one
can still hear the clear, melodious voices of young girls echoing from the old, brick-red school buildings.
This is Amamiya Private Academy, a prestigious girls' high school located in the mountains near Nagano.
It has over a thousand students in junior and senior high school, and according to regulations, all the girls live together. It's a
typical Catholic school; the black chapel and nuns in grey robes
move like plaster statues along the paths under the dense shade of the trees. But beneath this tranquil facade…
I think of the shocking truth appearing on the computer screen. This
century- is secretly experiencing a series of unusual events.
In recent years, several girls have gone missing each year, although it hasn't been publicly announced… Normally,
no parent would ignore this… but strangely, shortly after requesting police assistance, these parents all
claim they've found their daughters and demand the police stop interfering.
However, according to the police investigation, none of these girls returned. The school's attitude
was also ambiguous; when questioned by the police, they consistently used the excuse that "the student has transferred schools." Frankly
speaking, it's generally difficult for the police to intervene in closed communities like girls' schools; furthermore, the girls are all
minors, and even if they know or see something, they are under the school's control and dare not say much.
In short, this series of disappearances ended without a conclusion; and the newly enrolled girls may also
never return. And that's why I'm here.
I—Yuichi Sakuma, a handsome and top-notch detective from JES—am becoming the dream girl of many girls.
Teacher Sakuma has come to the rescue! The so-called JES is
an investigative agency established by the Board of Education in cooperation with the police to address the special circumstances of schools. Of course, the staff there need to be people like me who deeply understand the complex psychology of
teenagers awkwardness, their attempts to look cool, their rebelliousness… and so on.
Alas, the poor, pathetic young men and women… (oops, I think I used the wrong idiom). But what happened at Amamiya Academy
seems even more mysterious and bizarre… Even my striker, JES Detective Sakaki Megumi,
disappeared after being at the academy for a while.

The office is deserted and quiet because most of the teachers are in class. Finally, I reached
my desk and found a note that read, "Sakuma-sensei, the head of the board, is looking for you, Sato."
Sato, that almost moldy fossil…
A short, stout black figure rolled up before me, and I felt myself being scrutinized by a sharp gaze.
"Sakuma-sensei, we've been waiting for you for ages! You're really taking it easy!" Speak of the devil, and he appears; there's no shortage of these annoying old ladies in schools. But I guess this is a test—I'm quite popular with
older women too. "Oh, you're being pestered by students." "Really? Asking about academic matters is fine, but don't get carried away thinking those girls are infatuated with you. They're just greedy cats who can't get the fish, and they rarely have a male..." The old maid is indeed an old maid; why doesn't she practice some other kind of flattery? "Oh dear, I'm not saying this to be mean, but what teacher these days acts like! Like your previous chemistry teacher, she dressed like a monster, with no manners at all, and yet those girls liked her, calling her a fashion icon, and secretly imitating her. See? She didn't even last a year before inexplicably resigning without a word. Sigh, I really don't know what she thought of the sacred profession of teaching." Was she talking about Mu Hui? The old woman shook her head and sighed, looking like she was about to faint. I confessed honestly, during my training with Mu Hui , I was also completely at her beck and call. That shrewd and capable girl, always at the forefront of fashion… but such a sudden resignation is probably not something a competitive person like her would do. “Wasn’t there any prior warning?” (Could it be that you, old monster, secretly pulled some strings?) “Since the current chairperson took over, she’s been handling these kinds of things all by herself.” Sato’s words clearly revealed her dissatisfaction. “What about the students? What if they want to transfer schools…” “Students?” Sato, who was leading the way, suddenly turned around and gave me a cautious look. “What, Sakuma-sensei, you’ve heard the rumors too? There are these people, they must be jealous of our glorious school reputation, that’s why they spread rumors and cause trouble. What missing students? Don’t believe it, we’ve never had anything like that .” The old woman’s face, covered with spots, showed no trace of guilt or suspicion. She took her vanity-based reasoning for granted. I asked deliberately ingratiatingly. "So, Ms. Sato has been at this prestigious school for quite some time now, hasn't she?" "Yes, I wouldn't presume. I've been here since the previous chairman's term. The history of this school is practically my life's story." The old woman's voice suddenly softened with sadness. "So, what kind of person was the previous chairman?" The old woman stopped, remaining silent for a long time, as if lost in deep memories of the past. "A true educator, wholeheartedly dedicated to the education of Japanese women. I remember right after the war , the GHQ (the UN forces stationed in Japan after World War II) demanded that the school be requisitioned as a garrison . When General GHQ arrived with his troops, the chairman stood alone in front of the school gate, shouting to hundreds of American soldiers, 'What do you think this place is for learning? I've heard that you all come from advanced countries, yet you're acting so barbarically. It's truly regrettable.' The GHQ general didn't say a word, saluted him, and left... In him, I saw the true demeanor of an educator." " How are you feeling? This is your first time teaching at an all-girls school, right? Have you encountered any difficulties?" The chairperson's voice was gentle. "Because Ms. Sakaki Megumi suddenly resigned, most of our school's teachers are women... I hope the students are behaving well and haven't caused any trouble for Ms. Sakuma." "No, no, they're much easier to manage than boys." I replied insincerely, not wanting to complain to her on our first meeting. The chairperson of Amamiya Academy, Yoshiko Amamiya, stood before me. At forty, she exuded the most intense allure of a mature woman. Her fair, translucent skin was taut, and her slender, phoenix-shaped eyes swept into her hair, giving her a noble, unapproachable, and aloof air. A graduate of the Department of Foreign Languages at T University. Born into a prominent family—her father a member of parliament, and she married another member of parliament— she had lived in the school dormitory with her daughter, Sayuri, since becoming chairperson seven years ago. Looking at her slender figure tightly wrapped in a Western-style striped suit , it was hard to imagine that she already had a high school sophomore daughter. In the chairman's office, there was another important figure: Mr. Iwato Gozo, the principal of Amamiya Academy. In his fifties, he had the slightly overweight physique of a middle-aged man, and his thick, dark eyebrows seemed to indicate his unyielding and strong character. He had also served as a member of parliament, and it was said that he made his fortune in the industrial materials trade, relying on his wealth and power to be appointed principal of Amamiya Academy; coincidentally, the following year, Shuko became the principal of the academy. Whether they had an affair or not, such matters were, of course, kept secret. However, Shuko, separated from her husband, judging from her high, full breasts and well-proportioned waist, was definitely not lacking in male pleasure. (Such things are hard to escape my notice.) Shuko, in the prime of her life, and the seemingly "capable" Iwato—anyone would want to put them together . I imagined Iwato's strong body pressing down on Shuko, his fat hands vigorously kneading her full breasts. With a "thud ," my little Nanbangguo beneath me stood erect. Please, now's not your time to step in! "Sakuma-sensei, according to the information, you've also attended private schools like A and K. I wonder what you think of our Amamiya Academy compared to them?" I carefully chose my words. "Well, most of the students in private schools are from wealthy families. Their parents have high expectations , and the teachers' teaching has to be more rigorous and serious." "That's right, that's why people choose private schools. Because they're so strict, things like being bullied..."

"Extortion is simply impossible, and these children have been cultivated with a strong sense of superiority;
they wouldn't do anything to damage their reputation." Shuzi's words were spot on. Yes, she's a smart
woman. In fact, if we were to clearly distinguish them, private schools could be divided into three categories: those that attract students
with titles, traditions, and money. The first two categories, as Shuzi said, achieve extremely high university entrance rates thanks to strict school and family discipline and student self-control; entering such a middle school is practically a guarantee of admission to a prestigious university. As for the third category, schools that attract students with money, these are the domain of nouveau riche children. They value quantity above all else, often resulting in wealthy families gathering in mansions to bully those from smaller families . Of course, they also don't respect teachers who earn less than their allowance. But why would such a bizarre incident as a student disappearing occur at Amamiya Academy, a school with both excellent traditions and a high college entrance rate? "You graduated from a public school, right...? As far as I know, many teachers here have complaints about the practices So, what's your opinion on this?" The principal's gruff voice came through, clearly testing my attitude. "Oh, it doesn't matter to me, as long as I can make money." "I see... It seems that ideals and ambitions are less important than filling your stomach. How have you been these past few days? Are you still interested?" "I think I can still handle it, and the benefits at Amamiya Academy are particularly good." They laughed contemptuously. Go! Let them look down on me; that way they won't be wary of me. "Since the Education Committee strongly recommended you, I have great faith in your teaching abilities. However, since the school is full of girls who are still developing, they are bound to be particularly curious about certain issues. I hope you can remember the school motto—Uprightness and dignity—and aim to cultivate noble sentiments in young girls." "Yes." I tried my best to appear as a gentleman. "Then may I ask, what was the reason for Ms. Kiyoshi's resignation?" For a moment, I seemed to see Shuko's slender eyebrows twitch, but then she returned to her indifferent state. Iwato spoke up. "You just need to focus on your teaching duties." "Yes." I had no choice but to obediently retreat, the mystery still weighing heavily on my heart. The task Jes assigned me was to find out the whereabouts of Kiyoshi, who had lost contact, and the girls who had disappeared over the past four or five years. Walking back to the office, I recalled the scene of being introduced to everyone yesterday. Most of the teachers were elderly people who had dedicated most of their lives to education; the few younger faces , probably the kind of lapdogs who fawned over the principal and chairman. The principal and chairman were formidable figures; getting them to admit anything was absolutely impossible. The old woman was too loyal and didn't believe anything strange could happen at the academy. Only the girls mattered… Matsuno's sweet smile flashed through my mind. Noriko's stubborn face also appeared. No, that girl was too unpredictable. It must be Matsuno! No, no, don't misunderstand, I absolutely have no other intentions, I swear on my honor as a super agent. Just as I was lost in these mixed feelings of joy and worry, the old woman's sharp voice startled me awake. "Sakuma-sensei, you really are…" Her angry outburst startled me, and I wondered what heinous crime I had committed. There were two or three other teachers in the office, all with solemn expressions, holding their breath and not daring to utter a sound. My gaze returned to the old woman's fierce-looking face. "Sato-sensei, I'd like to ask what exactly happened." "You'll have to ask yourself that. Didn't I warn you long ago not to get involved with students? Now it's all over the place!" "What? What special relationship do I have with anyone?" My mouth gaped open in surprise, my jaw almost dropping. "Please, I only taught one class!" "One class is enough to cause trouble." The old woman's voice was as high-pitched and intense as a coloratura soprano. "Someone has already reported that you've been looking at a certain female student with lecherous eyes. You know who it ?" You slut, you think admiring someone is a crime? I wonder which gossipy woman ... "Go and repent." "..." What the hell? The old woman's trembling finger pointed to the black-roofed building. I'd only ever heard of confession rituals in religions; I never imagined they'd apply to us, teachers . Oh well, what can I do? This is God's holy ground! But this is a perfect opportunity to pry into secrets; the nuns must know more. As I walked towards the chapel, a man looking hurried approached. "What, locked up?" I smiled awkwardly. "The girls' school is really strict!" "Yeah, almost every new teacher gets punished." So, that Mu Hui, who's hundreds of times , must have fallen victim to this too! I haven't even asked her name yet! There are few male teachers here; it'll be good to have someone to look after later. "May I ask who you are…?" "Ms. Sasakura, the math teacher." A young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six, a typical pale-faced scholar, with fair skin like a young girl, wearing gold-rimmed glasses , and slightly curled bangs falling across his forehead…hmm, he must be quite popular with girls. For some reason, I felt he looked haggard, like he'd just done some rough work. "Sasakura also repented?" "Hehe, that was a long time ago." So she's a senior! "Well then, I'll be going now." Sasakura continued walking, her movements devoid of any youthful vigor , drifting past me like a ghost. The chapel faces the office building and classrooms, behind which are the dormitories for students and single teachers. To be honest, this place is practically a haven for spinsters; Amamiya Academy is full of noble women willing to dedicate their lives . (I wonder if no one wants them at all.) The only people commuting every day are probably the principal and the school guards! Living with these old women, food won't be a problem! It's just an eyesore, but thankfully I can make up for it during the day. Although the scenery here is beautiful, nestled against the mountains and by the water, for a city dweller like me who can't live without a seven-year-old at the alleyway, it's undoubtedly an ascetic life.

Next to the teachers' dormitory stood a pure white two-story villa, where I heard the chairwoman, Shuzi, lived with her
daughter . A mature woman separated from her husband… As I entered the chapel, I suddenly felt a strange
tension. The towering Gothic architecture, the beams of light streaming from the windows at the top of the tower, fell directly on
the statue of the Virgin Mary holding Jesus in the center of the altar, the marble's luster revealing a hint of vibrant life.
I walked to the wooden door beside the altar and gently pushed it open. "Is anyone home?"
In the dimly lit, cramped room, a few chairs were sparsely arranged, and a nun was knitting something with her head bowed. She was startled
to see me, and in that instant our eyes met… those eyes that sparkled like copper bells, those slightly
upturned, bright red lips… that youthful, round face—for a moment, I thought some mischievous girl had deliberately
dressed in a nun's habit!
I'd never seen a nun like this before. Most nuns are wrinkled and like
old witches, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse at the slightest mistake. But this girl's face was as fresh and delicate as a peach… Normally, I would
have whistled . The nun regained her composure and stood up. "Is there anything
I can help you with?" How could I reveal my secrets in front of such a beautiful woman? "Oh, nothing, I'm just new here and
curious, so I wanted to look around."
The nun smiled slightly and quickly tidied herself up. "Please follow me."
"Am I bothering you?"
"Not at all, the church doors are always open to anyone who needs them."
She turned and winked at me, a gesture of welcome. Good heavens! I'll probably
need ! Even my little brother nodded vigorously, as if eager to pop out and greet her. You better
stand up straight! In this place, in this sacred atmosphere… she, walking ahead, didn't notice
my odd behavior at all. She explained the history of the chapel and the statue of the Virgin Mary.
"I'm Christine, may I ask your surname, teacher?"
"Oh, I'm the new biology teacher—Sakuma." Because I was still thinking about
the anatomy , I blurted out something unintentional.
"Sister Christine, you're quite young!"
"Yes, twenty-two. I'm the youngest nun here; the others are all in their forties or fifties." What a waste
! Such a beautiful flower!
But it's truly an honor to have this opportunity to meet her alone today. It turns out the other nuns have all
gone to a religious gathering in Nagano City, leaving only Christine waiting for me… I couldn't help but feel a little
tipsy.
"There are some religious decorations over there in the classroom; have you visited them, Teacher Sakuma?"
I shook my head.
"Then come with me!" She expertly lifted the hem of her gray skirt and walked quickly.
I struggled to suppress the strong urge to reach out and lift it. I'm not a little boy anymore; doing something like that would make
me seem like a pervert. Next, I need to quickly find a way to distract myself.
"Since this is a Catholic academy, are the principal and the chairman of the board also Catholics?"
"No," Christine answered frankly.
"I heard that the previous chairmen were all devout Catholics, but they didn't force teachers and students to convert.
Actually, as long as they run the school well, they're upholding the true spirit of Catholicism."
"Oh, but I've heard that students who make mistakes are punished with repentance!"
Christine laughed.
"That must be Ms. Sato, she's a Catholic."
"Students rarely go to the chapel, right?"
"Not necessarily. Whether it's teachers or students, they all like to come and talk to us when they encounter setbacks or disappointments,
and of course, there are also relationship problems between girls."
I asked deliberately in a very natural tone. "But I've also heard that some female teachers
have been punished for dressing too fashionably."
I wanted to find out if she knew Megumi. "You mean Ms. Sasaki Megumi?" I
really didn't know how Megumi had managed to cause such a stir at Amamiya Academy; almost everyone had heard of her.
"She was the former chemistry teacher, she's left. Oh, you heard about her too? Her outfit really
terrified me; Sato-sensei practically hated her for a while!"
I laughed, imagining how the flamboyantly dressed Kie would deliberately flirt with Sato,
making the old woman tremble with anger.
"Hahaha..." Christine laughed along.
As we climbed the stairs, Christine explained the history of a small Madonna head, but I was starting to get
impatient .
The beautiful singing of girls drifted from the fourth-floor corridor. Wait, weren't Matsuno and the others having music class?
My heart pounded. Passing by, I realized the classroom curtains were drawn; otherwise, I could see Matsuno
's adorable singing. Disappointed, I couldn't stand Christine's muttering any longer.
"Sister, I'm so sorry, I suddenly feel very tired. Let's go somewhere to get some fresh air!"
Christine blushed.
"Oh, it's all my fault. I kept babbling on and on without even thinking about whether Ms. Sakuma was
tired." She apologized profusely.
"Then let's go to the rooftop. The view there is beautiful."
We walked to the iron gate on the top floor, pulled the bolt, and a beautiful view unfolded before us. The nearby mountains were covered with
a thin layer of white snow, which, against the clear blue sky of early winter, looked like soft clumps of cotton. I stared blankly
at nature's ingenious arrangement, and for a moment, I felt like I even stopped breathing.
The rooftop was large, and besides the water tower, there was a storage room that looked like it was used for storing miscellaneous items.
The cool air, filled with the fragrance of the forest, brushed against my face, and I felt like I was melting into this freshness. But then,
a strange sound came from somewhere, sounding like a woman's moans... Who was here?
"Shh!" I gestured for Christine to be quiet, and then tiptoed behind the water tower.
"Ah, oh no..." The unrestrained lewd cries grew closer. When I saw the figure in the corner of the water tower,
I couldn't help but stop.
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