Me and my English teacher

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Seito School is built in a lush, verdant environment that still retains parts of Musashi's original character. In a magazine feature on the school, it was specifically mentioned that it boasts a beautiful campus surrounded by green trees, an almost excessively large area covered in lawns. The magazine stated that first-time visitors often have the illusion of being in a foreign school.

This school is church-affiliated. The small chapel standing prominently in the center of the campus perfectly illustrates this. To the left of the chapel, visible across the lawn, is a white building—that's the students' school building.

"When Japanese people think of 'teaching,' they think of 'teach,' but in England, it's rarely used except in very special circumstances. For example, when asking for directions to the station, you use 'tell.' You'd say, 'Would you tell me the way to the station?'"

Standing on the podium of Class 3-B, with a slight sweat on her forehead, diligently teaching, was Mihoko Nishijo, who had just started teaching English a month ago.

"Teacher, how do you say 'I want to have sex with you' to a woman?"

a boy sitting in the corner of the classroom asked, and everyone in the class burst into laughter.

Mihoko, a new teacher, didn't yet have the ability or the courage to subtly avoid the boy's half-joking, lewd question. But she couldn't get angry, so she could only blush and be at a loss, which made the boys even more gleeful and jeer.

Of course, if Mihoko weren't a beautiful woman, the boys wouldn't be so enthusiastic about laughing at her. The carefree air cultivated by her long years living abroad, especially highlighting her beautiful figure, was enough to arouse the curious gazes of the boys in puberty.

This day was like any other, with the boys clamoring and teasing.

"Teacher, what color underwear are you wearing today?"

"Let's talk about your first time having sex!"

"What are your thoughts on high school students' sexual behavior?"

Things had escalated to the point where they were out of control. The girls the teacher relied on could only whisper "How annoying," "Perverted," while waiting with curious expressions to see how things would unfold. Mihoko stood blankly on the podium.

"Hey! Quiet down, poor Nishijo-sensei."

Suddenly standing up to protect Mihoko was the class representative, Akira Nakanishi.

"Nakanishi, stop pretending to be a good student! You've fallen for Mr. Nishijo, haven't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, he's probably fantasizing about Mr. Nishijo masturbating naked."

Another burst of laughter erupted. Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Watching the students' heated exchange, Mihoko felt uneasy, only relaxing when the bell rang.

Of course, Mihoko knew that education was different now than in the past, gradually moving away from its sacred image.

However, the idea that the classroom was a sacred place still lingered in Mihoko's mind. But given the extent of her expectations of the teaching profession, Mihoko's anxieties were correspondingly greater.

As she walked a few meters from the classroom toward the staff room, she felt something brush against her shoulder and turned around.

"Mr. Nishijo, how was class? Are you getting used to it?"

The person was Tatsuya Narurai, the world history teacher and homeroom teacher for class 3-B. He was rumored to be involved in contraception education in class or gathering male students at his home to show pornographic videos, a figure constantly making headlines, yet extremely popular among the students.

"Yes… finally…"

Miho replied casually, carefully observing Tatsuya while inwardly thinking about how much prettier she should wear. She had this thought every time she saw Tatsuya. Upon closer inspection, he was handsome, nearly 180 centimeters tall, and although rather thin, had a robust frame. However, he paid no attention to his appearance; his hair was often disheveled, his suits were wrinkled, and his shirt collars were yellowed.

"People who have lived in America are truly different. Everyone says your pronunciation is beautiful. Of course, it's not just your pronunciation that's beautiful."

"Teacher, don't make fun of me."

Seeing Mihoko trying to avoid Tetsuya's gaze, he seized the opportunity to press.

"Mr. Nishijo, are you free this weekend?"

Mihoko felt he had finally spoken up. When he first arrived, he had been exceptionally attentive to her. Of course, he wasn't the kind of person Mihoko disliked. But since he was a radical teacher who advocated for sexual liberation among high school students, it was best to be careful.

"Um... I don't know yet."

"Meryl Streep's 'In Love' is showing at the Lucky Mini Theater right now, have you seen it?"

"No, not yet, but..."

"I was thinking of asking you to go see it together."

"I didn't expect Professor Chengda to be so romantic."

She had heard about the movie from a friend and had originally wanted to see it, but she didn't want to agree to his invitation so easily.

"Please don't joke around, I sometimes watch romantic movies too. Is anything special going on this weekend?"

"No... maybe some classmates from my university days will come to see me."

She made up an excuse on the spot.

"I see, then I'll ask you again around Friday!"

Mihoko thought to herself, going is fine... that way, they'll part ways at the faculty office.

Back at her desk, she saw a white, unsealed envelope containing a note in what appeared to be a woman's handwriting:

"Ms. Nishijo, I have something very important to discuss with you. I'll be waiting for you at 11:40 in

front of the equipment room in the gymnasium. It's a secret, so please don't let anyone see you."

Who is A-ko? Why didn't she use her real name? The school has a counseling room; why choose the gymnasium? The more she thought about it, the more questions arose, but considering the other person was a girl going through puberty, it didn't seem too abrupt. Besides, this was the first time a student had sought her out, which made her quite happy.

Anyway, she decided to go and see.

After the class bell rang, she waited until the surrounding area quieted down before leaving the staff room. Fortunately, she arrived at the gymnasium without encountering anyone.

The other person hadn't arrived yet. Five minutes passed, and there was still no movement.

Was someone playing a joke on her? That was quite possible, but what was so funny about it?

Turning around unintentionally, she noticed the equipment room door was ajar.

Was someone waiting for her inside...?

As she reached the door and was about to peek inside, a hand suddenly reached out, grabbed her hair, and forcefully pulled her into the equipment room.

"Ouch!"

Losing her balance, she fell onto the mat, reflexively turning her head to look. Her slender face was filled with a look of shock.

"You...you're Yamada-kun..."

Standing in front of the door was Yuzo Yamada from Class 3-B. According to other teachers, he was a well-behaved student with excellent academic performance before the first semester of third grade, but his character deteriorated starting in the second semester, and he became a problem student among the teachers.

"What's going on? In a place like this..." Mihoko pulled down her skirt, which had been lifted up, and desperately told herself to stay calm.

"I'm waiting for you, teacher. Have you read the letter?" Yuzo looked at Mihoko as he closed the door to the equipment room.

Mihoko saw the furrowed brow on his face and sensed the murderous intent in his eyes. Of course, panicking now would only embolden him.

"So that letter was written by you. Because it was signed 'A-ko,' I thought it was a girl… What's up?"

"Teacher, you're such a naive woman. That was just bait to lure you here. I just want to have sex with you, teacher."

Hearing that direct tone, Mihoko was stunned. At the same time, she realized that what was bound to happen had happened, and she was afraid of facing this situation one day.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Calm down, I'm your teacher. How could a teacher agree to such a request from a student!" Feeling her face burning hotter, Mihoko wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

"Hmph, you wouldn't let me do it willingly, so I had to rape you." Yuzo said, unbuttoning his shirt.

What was he saying? Was this the kind of thing an eighteen-year-old high school student would say? How was he any different from a thug?

Despite trying to remain calm, Mihoko's heart was pounding faster and faster.

"Yamada-kun, do you understand what you're doing?"

"I don't want to listen to your lectures. I'm already this excited."

With that, Yuzo pulled down his zipper, revealing something monstrous. It wasn't so much that it pulled out as it leaped out, its head held high without flinching, erect and pointing diagonally upwards from between his pants.

For a fleeting moment, Mihoko felt a pang of guilt at seeing something she shouldn't have, and immediately closed her eyes. But sensing Yuzo's movement, she opened them again.

Like a red-hot iron rod, the fleshy pillar, its scrotum hanging down, looked increasingly obscene, drawing ever closer to her eyes.

If Mihoko had extensive experience with men, perhaps she could handle this situation skillfully, but Mihoko's experience was limited to shaking hands and hugging men; she wouldn't pretend to obey and would seize the opportunity to escape, so it's no wonder.

"No, don't!"

Mihoko instinctively raised her right arm above her head, adopting a protective posture. She had never given her body to a man before, and to have it taken away by this young upstart was something she would rather die than agree to.

"Teacher, do it to me!" Yuzo forcefully pushed Mihoko down, pressing his body against her as she desperately tried to escape.

"No... Yamada-kun!"

Mihoko used all her strength to push away Yuzo's body, grabbing a basketball and shoving it at his face. But after a few seconds of struggle, the basketball was quickly taken away.

"Teacher, don't resist. You actually like having sex with men, don't you?"

Mihoko was forced down onto the mat by the strong force, struggling desperately. The thought of being seen as a lewd and frivolous woman made her grit her teeth in anger.

"Yamada-kun, do you know what the consequences will be? You won't be able to stay at school anymore..."

"Stop nagging!"

That day, Mihoko was wearing a light blue suit and a blouse with ruffles at the chest. Because the buttons on the front of the blouse were undone, Yuzo's hand immediately reached from the blouse to her breasts.

"No! Please, don't do this!"

Mihoko tried to push him away, but her waist was already tightly held, and she couldn't muster any strength. Moreover, her tight skirt was being lifted higher and higher, completely exposing her thighs.

"Teacher's breasts are fuller than I imagined."

The feeling of being roughly touched on the breasts by a student with a face full of acne only made Mihoko feel disgusted. Mihoko still couldn't think of escaping from Yuzo's embrace. She pushed Yuzo's shoulder with one hand and Yuzo's with the other, her face displaying a lustful expression.

Mihoko's face sank into the cushion, the smell of sweat and dust filling her nostrils.

"Ah!...Let me go..."

Mihoko turned her face to the side and then wriggled upwards, but this only gave Yuzo an opportunity. Yuzo hugged Mihoko tightly from behind. He immediately pulled on her shirt, the buttons quickly coming undone, revealing her dazzling white bra. He then unabashedly pulled down the bra, exposing her beautiful, full breasts in broad daylight.

His large hands immediately grabbed her breasts.

"No, don't!"

Mihoko twisted her body with all her might, trying to push away the man's clutches. But the fingers embedded in her flesh refused to let go easily. Instead, while Mihoko's attention was on her chest, Yuzo's hand tried to lift her skirt.

"You can't do this!"

Mihoko was afraid her legs would also be exposed, and tried to pull down her skirt, which was already lifted up to her thighs, but Yuzo's hand immediately slid inside her thighs.

"Ah!...There!...No!"

Mihoko squeezed her thighs together at that moment, but Yuzo also took the opportunity to press down on her, thus causing his arm to naturally lift the hem of her skirt.

"Teacher, don't be like this. We need to do something nice."

How could she not be upset in this situation?

Mihoko seemed easygoing, but she had a strong personality. Without that personality, she probably wouldn't have chosen teaching as a profession.

In a time when high school students are much taller than in the past, Yuzo's physique wasn't large, but he was still strong enough to overpower a weak woman.

"Teacher, your body smells so good, and your breasts are so soft..."

Yuzo now completely controlled Mihoko's body, pressing his nose against her slightly trembling breasts and sniffing like a dog.

"No...no!" Mihoko panicked, desperately turning her head and kicking her legs.

At this moment, Yuzo was already straddling Mihoko, unhooking her skirt, pulling down the zipper, and slightly pulling the skirt down. He immediately grabbed her pantyhose by the chest and pulled the skirt up to her knees in one swift motion.

"How could this happen? I'm being raped by a student! God, save me!..."

Taking advantage of Yuzo's upper body being off, Mihoko tried her best to break free, but her skirt was wrapped around her knees, hindering her movements. Just as she turned and bent over, her last remaining white panties were also pulled down.

"Ah... this can't be!" Her full, white breasts, slightly revealing her obscene valley, swayed from side to side.

"What a beautiful ass, it's almost dazzling."

Yuzo's erect penis swayed between his legs as he nimbly removed Mihoko's skirt, pantyhose, and underwear from her struggling body. Her shoes also came off, leaving Mihoko's genitals completely exposed.

"No!..."

Once freed, Mihoko kicked her legs, trying to stop Yuzo. Yuzo's lecherous gaze lingered on Mihoko's exposed thighs. Beneath her snow-white belly was a patch of dark pubic hair, and below that, a slit in flesh.

"I've seen the teacher's vulva... I can't hold back anymore!"

Excited to the extreme, Yuzo pressed himself against the desperately resisting Mihoko. Mihoko tried to push Yuzo away a little, but was immediately pinned down again.

Yuzo's hand moved up her thighs, the disgusting sensation making Mihoko tremble, and she struggled to escape. Just then, a pile of cushions nearby collapsed, hitting Yuzo, and Mihoko tried to crawl away from them. But Yuzo immediately grabbed her legs and pulled her back.

"Teacher, don't make things too difficult for me!"

Yuzo turned Mihoko around and pressed himself against her again. This time, he immediately directed his hot penis to the woman's most secret valley.

"Ah...no...no...ah..."

Completely exhausted, Mihoko no longer had the strength to push Yuzo's body away. In her fear, she felt a strange, hard object pressing against her virgin entrance, a place untouched by a man.

But in reality, Yuzo wasn't exactly inexperienced with women either. After struggling for a while, he couldn't penetrate her dry, unresponsive flesh. So, assuming it needed lubrication, he began to touch her labia. Lacking gentleness, this only evoked disgust in Mihoko, though she did feel a subtle sensation in her body.

When his fingers broke through the folds and touched her most sensitive spot, Mihoko felt an unbearable burning sensation and twisted her body with all her might. This reaction likely further spurred Yuzo, who began to focus his fingers intently on touching the small fleshy mound.

"Ah...no...no..."

Words failed her; in her humiliated mind, past events flashed through Mihoko's head like a revolving lantern.

Mihoko's father was a senior employee of a trading company. When she was in her second year of junior high school, he was sent to work in San Francisco, USA, where Mihoko studied until her first year of university. Initially, she disliked living in a foreign country where she couldn't speak the language. However, meeting a teacher completely transformed Mihoko's life in America. This teacher was a divorced, elderly woman named Lily. Through Lily's dedicated efforts, Mihoko began to speak English. From then on, Mihoko developed the idea of becoming an English teacher. When she returned to university in Japan, she became even more certain of this desire.

At first, it was very difficult to find a teaching position, and there was a time when she almost gave up. But in the end, through her father's connections, she decided to teach at Seito School, full of hope, and went to the school to register.

However, who could have predicted such a tragic experience in less than a month?

"Yamada-kun, please don't do this!"

Mihoko resisted with her last bit of strength. But Yuzo, who was holding Mihoko's head, skillfully controlled Mihoko's body with his knees inserted between her legs, licking her full breasts with his tongue while playing with her clitoris with his fingers.

"Teacher's breasts are so bouncy, so beautiful."

"Ah! No...no...no..."

Yuzo's fingers simultaneously attacked the woman's two most sensitive spots, causing her body to gradually heat up, with an indescribable itching sensation spreading throughout her lower body. Yuzo sensitively noticed from her erect clitoris that Mihoko's arousal had increased, so he expanded the range of his finger movements.

It was such a pity that she had secretly hoped for something romantic to happen, only to lose her virginity in this way.

Mihoko began to blame her fate. But contrary to her previous feelings, nectar slowly seeped from the depths of her petals, something she couldn't control.

After feeling the warmth on his fingers, Yuzo became bolder and parted her petals, inserting his fingers deep inside. Mihoko instinctively wanted to squeeze her thighs together. But Yuzo's knees, positioned in the middle, were instead spread wide.

"Look! Teacher's wetness is coming out too." Yuzo said smugly to Mihoko, while suddenly inserting his fingers even deeper.

"Ah!" Mihoko cried out softly, her brows furrowing, her toes tiptoeing, trembling slightly.

"Doing it like this...does Teacher feel good, does she..."

The fingers inserted into her petals swirled like a stirrer. The petals, opening in the wetness, involuntarily clamped down on the unreasonable intruder.

"Ah...no...no..."

Mihoko's upper body was stiff and unable to move, trying to cut off all her sensations. But the fingers moving inside her body made it impossible for her not to feel them. At this moment, Yuzo's body began to move downwards.

"I want to take a closer look at what's going on here, teacher." Before she could finish speaking, Mihoko's legs were lifted, putting her in a very lewd position.

There was a fleshy slit between her thighs, and something was gleaming.

"Ah...no!"

Shame made Mihoko arch her upper body and strain her legs. But Yuzo placed her legs on his shoulders, preventing her from using her strength. When she twisted her body to escape, she was forcefully pulled back, resulting in her body being folded over.

"Please...don't do this."

Mihoko frantically hit her head and shoulders. However, this folded position didn't pose a threat to Yuzo to stop his attack; she remained in a position that exposed her erogenous zones.

"Ah, this scene is unbearable."

Yuzo gasped excitedly at the pink crack, bringing his nose close to the secret crevice. He hugged her thighs tightly, a peculiar sensation arising in his most sensitive area.

"No, I hate it…no…"

Shame instantly turned to nausea, but that nausea then transformed into a perverse pleasure.

"Ah, this must be a mistake," Mihoko thought for a moment, wishing it were a dream. But the dusty mats, vaulting boxes, basketballs, and piles of judo tatami mats…it was unmistakably the gymnasium's equipment room, and now Mihoko was about to be raped by her student.

"No, this absolutely cannot happen."

Mihoko impulsively grabbed a feather net that was near her head and hurled it at Yuzo's head, who was attacking his groin. The unexpected attack forced Yuzo to lift his head. As he removed the net from his head, he took the opportunity to turn around and crawl towards the door. His

full, elastic mounds, pressed against his groin, emitted a seductive glow.

"There's no way you can escape."

Yuzo dropped the net, quickly pulled down his trousers and underwear, exposing his groin, and pounced on Mihoko. For Mihoko, this was her last hope for escape, but before she could even reach the door, Yuzo easily caught her.

(If I shout loudly, someone might hear me...) She thought to herself, but if she were discovered like this, she would become the laughingstock of the whole school.

"Don't resist, isn't it already soaking wet here?"

Yuzo, grabbing Mihoko's waist, began licking her honey-scented petals in a position reminiscent of a male dog sniffing a female dog's rear.

"Ah...help..."

Mihoko twisted her hips, trying to shake Yuzo off, but he forcefully grabbed her two mounds, spreading them wide to their limit, and then began licking her widened secret valley frantically.

"Ah...no...don't..."

The sensation of her sensitive flesh being licked by his tongue completely disrupted Mihoko's mind. Humiliation, shame, and pleasure mingled together, racing through her body, making it difficult for Mihoko to maintain a normal state of mind.

Just then, she heard the noon bell ring in the distance. There were still twenty minutes until the end of the fourth period. As if urged by the ringing of a bell, Yuzo lifted his upper body and, in the same position, pressed his hard member into the narrow opening.

"I can't do this... I absolutely can't..."

Mihoko kept twisting her hips, trying to escape, but her waist was held tightly by Yuzo, and she couldn't move.

"Ah... I'm finally going to lose my virginity..."

Mihoko seemed to resign herself to her fate, her whole body tense and stiff as iron.

"Hmm..." When she heard what sounded like panting behind her, her lower body immediately felt a tearing pain.

"Ouch..." Mihoko desperately gripped the floor with both hands to endure the intense pain, clearly feeling the thick, hard penis being squeezed into her lower body.

For Mihoko, who had experienced it for the first time, it was a shuddering feeling that aroused fear. When Yuzo began to move his lower body back and forth, the shuddering feeling became even stronger. Mihoko seriously thought about whether her vagina would rupture. But that was only at the beginning. When the cock moved back and forth in the lower body many times, the original intense pain gradually decreased.

"As expected of Teacher, this place is really tight, and I feel like I'm being sucked. Teacher, are you feeling pleasure too?"

The insertion gradually became smoother, Yuzo's movements speeded up, and the sound of his body touching Mihoko's ass also speeded up. Of course, Mihoko was not in the mood to feel pleasure. She just wanted to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

Because Yuzo's penetration was excessively vigorous, Mihoko almost fell face-to-face several times, but eventually ended up prone on the ground. At this moment, Yuzo nimbly turned Mihoko's body around and continued his assault in a normal position.

Mihoko felt that this position allowed for deeper penetration, and she discovered that this small difference could actually trigger an itchy sensation deep within her body. Once this sensation arose, it intensified with each thrust, and she began to feel what was probably what is called pleasure. She couldn't help but want to moan.

However, the hot-blooded aggressor had no mind to feel her pleasure; he only accelerated his thrusting. In less than two or three minutes, the same sound emanated from his mouth, causing his body to spasm.

"Ah... I'm going to cum... Teacher... I'm going to cum..." With Yuzo's cry, it seemed as if something exploded inside his body.

Yuzo began to press weakly against Mihoko, his penis throbbing intermittently, each time releasing hot fluid into Mihoko's uterus. At this moment, Mihoko felt the swelling pleasure abruptly stop, and an uncontrollable emotion swirled within her. Even so, feeling a sense of relief at the end, Mihoko lay there motionless, like a dead person.

Shortly after, she heard Yuzo's body leave, the sound of him putting on his pants.

What should she do? Should she just let the student who raped her go? Should she report him? Who should she report it to? The police or the principal? No matter who she told, once she did, the scandal would quickly spread throughout the school, and students, teachers, and even parents would look at her with curiosity…

Unable to decide, Mihoko kept her eyes closed.

Seito School was built in a lush, verdant environment that still retained parts of Musashi's original character. In a magazine's feature on the school, it was specifically mentioned that it had a beautiful campus surrounded by green trees, an almost excessively large campus covered with lawns. The magazine said that first-time visitors would have the illusion of being in a foreign school.

This school was part of the church system. The small chapel standing in the center of the campus perfectly illustrated this. To the left of the chapel roof, where you can see the gleaming cross across the lawn, stands a white building—the students' schoolhouse.

"When Japanese people think of 'teaching,' they think of 'teach,' but in England, it's rarely used except in very special circumstances. For example, when asking for directions to the station, you use 'tell.' Would you say 'would you tell me the way to the station?'"

Standing on the podium of Class 3-B, a little sweat beading on her forehead as she diligently taught, was Mihoko Nishijo, who had just started teaching English a month ago.

"Teacher, how do you say 'I want to have sex with you' to a woman?"

a boy sitting in the corner of the classroom asked, eliciting laughter from everyone.

Mihoko, a new teacher, didn't yet have the ability or the courage to deftly evade the boy's half-joking, lewd question. But she couldn't get angry, so she could only blush and stand there helplessly, which emboldened the boys to jeer even more.

Of course, if Mihoko weren't beautiful, the boys wouldn't be so enthusiastic about teasing her. Her long years living abroad had cultivated a carefree air, and her beautiful figure particularly accentuated her feminine charm, enough to arouse the curious eyes of the adolescent boys.

This day was no different from usual, with the boys constantly teasing her.

"Teacher, what color underwear are you wearing today?"

"Let's talk about your first sexual experience!"

"What are your thoughts on high school students' sexual behavior?"

Things had escalated to the point where they were out of control. The girls the teacher relied on could only whisper "How annoying," "Perverted," and wait with curious expressions to see how things would unfold. Mihoko stood blankly on the podium.

"Hey! Quiet down, you poor thing, Mr. Nishijo!"

The one who suddenly stood up to protect Mihoko was the class representative, Akira Nakanishi.

"Nakanishi, stop pretending to be a good student! You've fallen for Mr. Nishijo, haven't you?!"

"Yeah, yeah, he's probably fantasizing about Mr. Nishijo's naked body and masturbating."

Another burst of laughter erupted. Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Watching the students' heated exchange, Mihoko felt uneasy, only relaxing when the bell rang.

Of course, Mihoko knew that education today was different from the past, gradually moving away from its sacred image.

But in Mihoko's mind, the idea that the classroom was a sacred place still lingered. But the reality was that things had already reached this point, and because she had once had high expectations for the teaching profession, Mihoko's worries were correspondingly greater. She

had only walked a few meters from the classroom towards the staff room when she felt something touch her shoulder. Turning around, she saw Nariyori Tatsuya, the World History teacher and homeroom teacher for Class 3-B. He was rumored to be involved in contraception education in class or gathering male students at his home to show pornographic videos, making him a figure constantly in the news, yet extremely popular among the students. "Yes… finally…" she replied casually, carefully observing Tatsuya, then inwardly thinking about how much prettier clothes she should wear. She had this thought every time she saw Tatsuya. Upon closer inspection, he was handsome, nearly 180 centimeters tall, and although rather thin, had a robust frame. However, he seemed completely unconcerned about his appearance; his hair was often disheveled, his suits were wrinkled, and his shirt collar was yellowed. "People who have lived in America are truly different. Everyone says your pronunciation is beautiful. Of course, it's not just your pronunciation that's beautiful." "Teacher, don't make fun of me." Seeing Mihoko trying to avoid Tetsuya's gaze, he seized the opportunity to pursue her. "Mr. Nishijo, are you free this weekend?" Mihoko felt he had finally spoken up. When he first arrived, he had been exceptionally attentive to her. Of course, he wasn't the kind of person Mihoko disliked. But since he was a radical teacher who advocated for sexual liberation among high school students, it was best to be cautious. "Um... I don't know yet." "Have you seen Meryl Streep's *In Love*, which is showing at the Lucky Mini-Theatre?" "No, not yet, but..." "I was thinking of asking you to go see it with me." "I didn't expect Professor Chengda to be so romantic." I'd heard about the movie from a friend and had wanted to see it, but I didn't want to agree to his invitation so easily. "Please don't joke around, I sometimes watch romantic movies too. Anything special for the weekend?" "No... maybe some classmates from university will come to see me." I made up an excuse. "I see. Then I'll ask you again around Friday!"

Mihoko thought to herself, "Going is fine... Let's part ways at the faculty area."

Back at her desk, she saw a white, unsealed envelope containing a note in what appeared to be a woman's handwriting: "

Ms. Nishijo, I have something very important to discuss with you. I'll be waiting for you at 11:40 in

front of the gym equipment room. It's a secret, so please don't let anyone see you."

Who is A-ko? Why didn't she use her real name? The school has a counseling room; why choose the gym? The more she thought about it, the more questions arose, but considering the other person was a girl going through puberty, it didn't seem too abrupt. Besides, this was the first time a student had sought her out for something, which made her quite happy.

Anyway, she decided to go and see.

After the class bell rang, she waited until everyone around had quieted down before leaving the staff room. Fortunately, she arrived at the gymnasium without encountering anyone.

The other person hadn't arrived yet. Five minutes passed, and there was still no movement.

Could someone be playing a joke on her? That was quite possible, but what was so funny about that?

Casually turning around, she noticed that the equipment room door was ajar.

Was someone waiting for her inside...?

As she reached the equipment room door and was about to peek inside, a hand suddenly reached out, grabbed her hair, and forcefully pulled her into the equipment room.

"Ouch!"

Losing her balance, she fell onto the mat, reflexively turning her head to look. Her slender face was filled with a look of shock.

"You...you're Yamada-kun..."

Standing in front of the door was Yuzo Yamada from Class 3-B. According to other teachers, he was a well-behaved student with excellent academic performance before the first semester of third grade, but his character deteriorated starting in the second semester, and he became a problem student among the teachers.

"What's going on? In a place like this..." Mihoko pulled down her skirt, which had been lifted up, and desperately told herself to stay calm.

"I'm waiting for you, teacher. Have you read the letter?" Yuzo looked at Mihoko as he closed the door to the equipment room.

Mihoko saw the furrowed brow on his face and sensed the murderous intent in his eyes. Of course, panicking now would only embolden him.

"So that letter was written by you. Because it was signed 'A-ko,' I thought it was a girl… What's up?"

"Teacher, you're such a naive woman. That was just bait to lure you here. I just want to have sex with you, teacher."

Hearing that direct tone, Mihoko was stunned. At the same time, she realized that what was bound to happen had happened, and she was afraid of facing this situation one day.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Calm down, I'm your teacher. How could a teacher agree to such a request from a student!" Feeling her face burning hotter, Mihoko wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

"Hmph, you wouldn't let me do it willingly, so I had to rape you." Yuzo said, unbuttoning his shirt.

What was he saying? Was this the kind of thing an eighteen-year-old high school student would say? How was he any different from a thug?

Despite trying to remain calm, Mihoko's heart was pounding faster and faster.

"Yamada-kun, do you understand what you're doing?"

"I don't want to listen to your lectures. I'm already this excited."

With that, Yuzo pulled down his zipper, revealing something monstrous. It wasn't so much that it pulled out as it leaped out, its head held high without flinching, erect and pointing diagonally upwards from between his pants.

For a fleeting moment, Mihoko felt a pang of guilt at seeing something she shouldn't have, and immediately closed her eyes. But sensing Yuzo's movement, she opened them again.

Like a red-hot iron rod, the fleshy pillar, its scrotum hanging down, looked increasingly obscene, drawing ever closer to her eyes.

If Mihoko had extensive experience with men, perhaps she could handle this situation skillfully, but Mihoko's experience was limited to shaking hands and hugging men; she wouldn't pretend to obey and would seize the opportunity to escape, so it's no wonder.

"No, don't!"

Mihoko instinctively raised her right arm above her head, adopting a protective posture. She had never given her body to a man before, and to have it taken away by this young upstart was something she would rather die than agree to.

"Teacher, do it to me!" Yuzo forcefully pushed Mihoko down, pressing his body against her as she desperately tried to escape.

"No... Yamada-kun!"

Mihoko used all her strength to push away Yuzo's body, grabbing a basketball and shoving it at his face. But after a few seconds of struggle, the basketball was quickly taken away.

"Teacher, don't resist. You actually like having sex with men, don't you?"

Mihoko was forced down onto the mat by the strong force, struggling desperately. The thought of being seen as a lewd and frivolous woman made her grit her teeth in anger.

"Yamada-kun, do you know what the consequences will be? You won't be able to stay at school anymore..."

"Stop nagging!"

That day, Mihoko was wearing a light blue suit and a blouse with ruffles at the chest. Because the buttons on the front of the blouse were undone, Yuzo's hand immediately reached from the blouse to her breasts.

"No! Please, don't do this!"

Mihoko tried to push him away, but her waist was already tightly held, and she couldn't muster any strength. Moreover, her tight skirt was being lifted higher and higher, completely exposing her thighs.

"Teacher's breasts are fuller than I imagined."

The feeling of being roughly touched on the breasts by a student with a face full of acne only made Mihoko feel disgusted. Mihoko still couldn't think of escaping from Yuzo's embrace. She pushed Yuzo's shoulder with one hand and Yuzo's with the other, her face displaying a lustful expression.

Mihoko's face sank into the cushion, the smell of sweat and dust filling her nostrils.

"Ah!...Let me go..."

Mihoko turned her face to the side and then wriggled upwards, but this only gave Yuzo an opportunity. Yuzo hugged Mihoko tightly from behind. He immediately pulled on her shirt, the buttons quickly coming undone, revealing her dazzling white bra. He then unabashedly pulled down the bra, exposing her beautiful, full breasts in broad daylight.

His large hands immediately grabbed her breasts.

"No, don't!"

Mihoko twisted her body with all her might, trying to push away the man's clutches. But the fingers embedded in her flesh refused to let go easily. Instead, while Mihoko's attention was on her chest, Yuzo's hand tried to lift her skirt.

"You can't do this!"

Mihoko was afraid her legs would also be exposed, and tried to pull down her skirt, which was already lifted up to her thighs, but Yuzo's hand immediately slid inside her thighs.

"Ah!...There!...No!"

Mihoko squeezed her thighs together at that moment, but Yuzo also took the opportunity to press down on her, thus causing his arm to naturally lift the hem of her skirt.

"Teacher, don't be like that. We should be doing something nice."

How could she not be upset in this situation?

Mihoko seemed easygoing, but she had a strong personality. Without that personality, she probably wouldn't have chosen teaching as her profession.

While high school students today are much taller and larger than in the past, Yuzo wasn't particularly large, but he was still strong enough to overpower a weak woman.

"Teacher, your body smells so good, and your breasts are so soft..."

Yuzo now had Mihoko completely under his control, sniffing her trembling breasts like a dog.

"No...no!" Mihoko panicked, desperately twisting her head and kicking her legs. Yuzo

was already straddling her, unhooking her skirt, pulling down the zipper, and slightly pulling it down. He immediately grabbed her pantyhose by the chest, pulling the skirt up to her knees.

"How could this happen? I'm being raped by a student! God, save me!..."

Taking advantage of the moment Yuzo's upper body was off, Mihoko tried to break free, but her skirt was wrapped around her knees, hindering her movements. Just as she turned and bent over, her last remaining piece of clothing, her white panties, was also pulled down.

"Ah...no, this can't be!" Her full, white mounds, slightly revealing her lewd valley, swayed from side to side.

"Such a beautiful ass, it's a little dazzling."

Yuzo's erect penis swayed between her legs as he nimbly removed Mihoko's skirt, pantyhose, and underwear from her struggling body. At the same time, her shoes also came off, leaving Mihoko's lower body completely exposed.

"No!..."

Mihoko kicked her legs as her lower body was freed, trying to prevent Yuzo from succeeding. Yuzo's lecherous gaze lingered on Mihoko's exposed thighs. Beneath her snow-white belly, there was a patch of black pubic hair, and below that, a slit in flesh.

"I saw Teacher's vulva... I can't take it anymore!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, Yuzo pressed down on Mihoko, who was desperately resisting. Although Mihoko pushed Yuzo away a little, she was immediately completely subdued again.

Yuzo's hand moved up from her thighs, and the disgusting sensation made Mihoko's body tremble. She struggled to escape as much as possible. Just then, a pile of cushions next to them collapsed, hitting Yuzo. Mihoko took the opportunity to try to crawl away from the cushions. But Yuzo immediately grabbed her legs and pulled her back.

"Teacher, don't make things too difficult for me!"

Yuzo turned Mihoko's body around and pressed down on her again. This time, he immediately guided his hot penis to the woman's most secret valley.

"Ah...no...no...ah..."

Completely exhausted, Mihoko no longer had the strength to push Yuzo's body away. In her fear, Mihoko felt a strange, hard object pressing against her virgin entrance, a place never touched by a man.

But in reality, Yuzo wasn't exactly inexperienced with women either. After struggling for a while, he couldn't penetrate her dry, unresponsive flesh. Therefore, assuming it needed lubrication, he began to touch her labia with his hands. Lacking gentleness, Mihoko only felt disgust, though she still felt a subtle sensation in her body.

When his fingers broke through the flesh and touched the most sensitive part, Mihoko felt an unbearable burning sensation and twisted her body with all her might. This reaction likely further spurred Yuzo, who began to focus his fingers intently on touching the small fleshy mound.

"Ah...no...no..."

Words failed her; in her humiliated mind, past events flashed through Mihoko's head like a revolving lantern.

Mihoko's father was a senior employee of a trading company. When she was in her second year of junior high school, he was sent to work in San Francisco, USA, where Mihoko studied until her first year of university. Initially, she disliked living in a foreign country where she couldn't speak the language. However, meeting a teacher completely transformed Mihoko's life in America. This teacher was a divorced, elderly woman named Lily. Through Lily's dedicated efforts, Mihoko began to speak English. From then on, Mihoko developed the idea of becoming an English teacher. When she returned to university in Japan, she became even more certain of this desire.

At first, it was very difficult to find a teaching position, and there was a time when she almost gave up. But in the end, through her father's connections, she decided to teach at Seito School, full of hope, and went to the school to register.

However, who could have predicted such a tragic experience in less than a month?

"Yamada-kun, please don't do this!"

Mihoko resisted with her last bit of strength. But Yuzo, who was holding Mihoko's head, skillfully controlled Mihoko's body with his knees inserted between her legs, licking her full breasts with his tongue while playing with her clitoris with his fingers.

"Teacher's breasts are so bouncy, so beautiful."

"Ah! No...no...no..."

Yuzo's fingers simultaneously attacked the woman's two most sensitive spots, causing her body to gradually heat up, with an indescribable itching sensation spreading throughout her lower body. Yuzo sensitively noticed from her erect clitoris that Mihoko's arousal had increased, so he expanded the range of his finger movements.

It was such a pity that she had secretly hoped for something romantic to happen, only to lose her virginity in this way.

Mihoko began to blame her fate. But contrary to her previous feelings, nectar slowly seeped from the depths of her petals, something she couldn't control.

After feeling the warmth on his fingers, Yuzo became bolder and parted her petals, inserting his fingers deep inside. Mihoko instinctively wanted to squeeze her thighs together. But Yuzo's knees, positioned in the middle, were instead spread wide.

"Look! Teacher's wetness is coming out too." Yuzo said smugly to Mihoko, while suddenly inserting his fingers even deeper.

"Ah!" Mihoko cried out softly, her brows furrowing, her toes tiptoeing, trembling slightly.

"Doing it like this...does Teacher feel good, does she..."

The fingers inserted into her petals swirled like a stirrer. The petals, opening in the wetness, involuntarily clamped down on the unreasonable intruder.

"Ah...no...no..."

Mihoko's upper body was stiff and unable to move, trying to cut off all her sensations. But the fingers moving inside her body made it impossible for her not to feel them. At this moment, Yuzo's body began to move downwards.

"I want to take a closer look at what's going on here, teacher." Before she could finish speaking, Mihoko's legs were lifted, putting her in a very lewd position.

There was a fleshy slit between her thighs, and something was gleaming.

"Ah...no!"

Shame made Mihoko arch her upper body and strain her legs. But Yuzo placed her legs on his shoulders, preventing her from using her strength. When she twisted her body to escape, she was forcefully pulled back, resulting in her body being folded over.

"Please...don't do this."

Mihoko frantically hit her head and shoulders. However, this folded position didn't pose a threat to Yuzo to stop his attack; she remained in a position that exposed her erogenous zones.

"Ah, this scene is unbearable."

Yuzo gasped excitedly at the pink crack, bringing his nose close to the secret crevice. He hugged her thighs tightly, a peculiar sensation arising in his most sensitive area.

"No, I hate it…no…"

Shame instantly turned to nausea, but that nausea then transformed into a perverse pleasure.

"Ah, this must be a mistake," Mihoko thought for a moment, wishing it were a dream. But the dusty mats, vaulting boxes, basketballs, and piles of judo tatami mats…it was unmistakably the gymnasium's equipment room, and now Mihoko was about to be raped by her student.

"No, this absolutely cannot happen."

Mihoko impulsively grabbed a feather net that was near her head and hurled it at Yuzo's head, who was attacking his groin. The unexpected attack forced Yuzo to lift his head. As she removed the net from his head, she took the opportunity to turn over and crawl towards the door.

Her full, firm breasts gleamed with an alluring glow as they were pressed against her sides.

"Escape is impossible."

Dropping the net, Yuzo quickly pulled down his trousers and underwear, exposing his genitals, and pounced on Mihoko. For Mihoko, this was her last hope, an attempt to escape, but before she could even reach the door, Yuzo easily caught her.

(If she shouted, someone might hear her…) She thought, but if she were discovered like this, she would become the laughingstock of the entire school.

"Don't resist, isn't it already soaking wet here?"

Grabbing Mihoko's waist, Yuzo began licking her honey-scented petals in a position like a male dog sniffing a female dog's rear end.

"Ah...help..."

Mihoko twisted her hips, trying to shake off Yuzo, but Yuzo grabbed her two mounds of flesh, spreading them apart to their limit, and then began to lick her wide-open secret valley frantically.

"Ah...no...don't..."

The sensation of her sensitive flesh being licked by his tongue completely disrupted Mihoko's mind. Humiliation, shame, and pleasure mingled together, racing through her body, making it difficult for Mihoko to maintain a normal state of mind.

Just then, she heard the noon bell ring in the distance. There were still twenty minutes until the end of the fourth period. As if urged by the bell, Yuzo raised his upper body and, in the same position, pressed his hard member into the narrow cavity.

"I can't... I absolutely can't..."

Mihoko kept twisting her hips, trying to escape, but her waist was held tightly by Yuzo, and she couldn't move.

"Ah... I'm finally going to lose my virginity..."

Mihoko seemed to resign herself to her fate, her whole body tense and stiff as iron.

"Hmm..." When she heard what sounded like panting behind her, her lower body immediately felt a tearing pain.

"Ouch..." Mihoko desperately gripped the floor with both hands to endure the intense pain, clearly feeling the thick, hard penis being forced into her lower body.

For Mihoko, who was experiencing this for the first time, it was a terrifying and trembling feeling, and that trembling intensified when Yuzo began to move his lower body back and forth. Mihoko seriously wondered if her vagina would tear. But that was only at the beginning. When the cock moved back and forth in the lower body many times, the original intense pain gradually decreased.

"As expected of Teacher, this place is really tight, and I feel like I'm being sucked. Teacher, are you feeling pleasure too?"

The insertion gradually became smoother, Yuzo's movements speeded up, and the sound of his body touching Mihoko's ass also speeded up. Of course, Mihoko was not in the mood to feel pleasure. She just wanted to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

Because Yuzo's thrusting movements were too intense, Mihoko almost touched her face to the ground several times, but in the end she ended up lying on the ground. At this time, Yuzo turned Mihoko's body around with agile movements and continued to attack in a normal posture.

Mihoko felt that this position allowed for deeper penetration, and she discovered that this small difference could actually trigger an itchy sensation deep within her body. Once this sensation arose, it intensified with each thrust, and she began to feel what was probably what was called pleasure. She couldn't help but want to moan.

However, the hot-blooded aggressor had no mind to feel her partner's pleasure; he only sped up his thrusting. In less than two or three minutes, the same sound came from his mouth, and his body convulsed.

"Ah... I'm going to cum... Teacher... I'm going to cum..." With Yuzo's cry, it seemed as if something exploded inside his body.

Yuzo began to press weakly against Mihoko, his penis throbbing intermittently, each time releasing hot fluid into her uterus. At this moment, Mihoko felt the pleasure of the swelling stop, and an overwhelming emotion swirled within her. Even so, a sense of relief at the end washed over her, and Mihoko lay there motionless, like a dead person.

Soon after, she heard Yuzo's body leave, the sound of him putting on his pants.

What to do? Just let the student who raped her go? Should she report him? To whom? The police or the principal? No matter who she tells, once she does, the scandal will quickly spread throughout the school, and students, teachers, and even parents will look at her with curiosity...

Unable to decide, Mihoko kept her eyes closed.

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