Finally won over the teacher

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"Ugh... I have to clean up afterward too?"

The room, bathed in the morning sunlight, was a mess of dishes and glasses. Three empty one-liter bottles of liquor lay scattered haphazardly.

Last night was truly a non-stop drinking party. Since my uncle hadn't returned to Japan for a long time, we could drink as much expensive liquor as we wanted without restraint. The dishes paired with the drinks included sea bream slices, sea urchin, tuna, and more… a veritable feast of plates and dishes! And then there was the super-luxurious "summer hot pot" made with the meat of a "fighting rooster" I'd specially bought from a specialty store. Of course, we ate and drank to our hearts' content. Needless to say, I was in charge of the cooking; when it comes to making delicious broth, I'm a little better than my uncle.

Because of this, the two of us ate and drank until we were practically stuffed. That wasn't so bad, though…

when I woke up, my uncle was gone.

There's something I forgot to mention. My uncle, though unremarkable in appearance, is a university professor, and a rather "suspicious" one at that. Because he studies archaeology, he's constantly traveling the world, never trying to stay in Japan.

(And...it seems like every time he comes back, his scars seem to have increased...)

It's certainly quite suspicious. ...Could he actually be engaged in some kind of adventurous career like "Indiana Jones" or "James Bond"? ...Just imagining it is terrifying.

Although my uncle once invited me, "How about it? Want to be my assistant after graduation?", I've kept my distance as much as possible.

In short, it's certain that my uncle, shrouded in mystery, is a "super busy man," so it wouldn't be surprising if he disappeared... However, thanks to him, I have to clean this room that looks like it's been swept clean by a thousand troops all by myself.

(Damn it! My uncle came back and didn't do anything?)

Without even washing my face, I started frantically cleaning the house. A messy, dirty room is particularly repulsive.

I prefer clean and organized spaces.

"Damn it! Burn what needs to be burned! Throw what needs to be thrown away! Sterilize the dishes! ... Scrub, scrub..."

I finished washing the dishes in one go and finally caught my breath.

Sipping my morning coffee, I casually browsed the newspaper.

"Hoo... Ugh... 'Novelist Goes Mad, Blows Up Publishing House'... Oh dear, how terrible, how terrible.

There are so many more dangerous people in this world now... There was the case of Ms. Yoshiko before... If we don't warn everyone..."

I muttered to myself as I gulped down my coffee, but then,

"Oh no!"

I remembered something important—my teacher. I had planned to call her yesterday, but I couldn't reach her in time because of the banquet.

I hurriedly went to the phone and flipped through the student roster.

"Uh... Teacher... Teacher... Oh no, Tanaka... Tanaka..."

(No... I should go see her directly...)

Changing my mind, I prepared to go out.

Today, it's still so hot. It was summer, so the heat wasn't surprising. But walking under the blazing sun was still unbearable.

My teacher's house was located between my residence and the school... in a residential area slightly closer to the school.

Arriving at the Tanaka house, I pressed the doorbell.

"Hello, who is this?"

came my teacher's mother's voice through the intercom. "Excuse me, this is Kiyomizu..." I said my name, and the door opened quickly.

"Oh, it's Yui, welcome, welcome!"

My teacher's mother peeked out with a slightly awkward greeting. As mentioned before, I had an unusually good relationship with all the classmates' mothers.

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you to take care of my teacher before. Are you here to see her? Really, thank you so much!"

My teacher, who looked like she was decades later, said with a comforting smile.

"No, it's nothing..."

I scratched my head awkwardly.

"The teacher was really grateful, and even told me, 'The flounder he cooked was really delicious!' If Xiao Yong gets married, he'll definitely be a good husband!"

"Haha... um, um..."

I don't want to be wearing an apron all the time after I get married...

"Our teacher always talks about Xiao Yong at home!"

"Haha... um, um... um?"

Always talking about me? What are they talking about? ...Is the teacher the kind of girl who runs out of things to say? She doesn't seem like it, but...?

"It's so rare for Xiao Yong to come here, but unfortunately... teacher, she's gone out now!"

The teacher said to me with a really regretful expression, which made me feel quite embarrassed.

(Let's leave that aside for now, where did the teacher go? She shouldn't be moving around too much right now...)

"She said she was going to check out the club, and she went to school..."

I noticed a shadow suddenly flash across the teacher's face as she spoke softly.

Although I really wanted to ask—why did the teacher attend the club activity with her injured leg—I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Well—I'll go to the school too."

After saying that, I said goodbye to Tanaka's family.

For some reason, I had a bad feeling. I unconsciously quickened my pace and rushed to the school.

As soon as I stepped into the campus, it was the track and field club's practice time. There were runners competing in track events, practicing pole vaulting, triple jump... and so on. The club members were all sweating and practicing.

I craned my neck to look, but there was no sign of the teacher among the group of people practicing, nor around me.

(She didn't seem to be watching... Was she in the track and field club's activity room?)

I was about to go to the activity room next to the playground when,

"Um... Senior Kiyomura..."

A girl from the track and field club called out to me. She was the teacher's junior, Inoue Kazumi.

"Ah, Kazumi, the teacher should be at school... Do you know where she is?"

"I know, but... Senior teacher, she..."

Kazumi's expression turned gloomy, as if she was about to cry.

"What happened!? Did she fall!?"

Hearing my question, Kazumi looked up with a surprised expression.

"Why...how did you know about that?"

I just stared at Kazumi, unable to answer, unsure how to begin.

...That idiot teacher! With her leg injured, she shouldn't be running anymore!! Why did she have to push herself so hard?...

(Wait a minute… why would she push herself like that?)

The teacher should know best about her injured leg. Something must have happened that made her keep running even though she knew it would cause a relapse.

“What happened? What caused the teacher to fall?!”

I unconsciously gripped Kazumi’s shoulders and asked loudly.

“Because of the competition next month, I had a dispute with the advisor… because of the teacher, she decided to remove Teacher-senpai from the competition roster… so… so Teacher-senpai said, ‘It’s okay, I can run,’ and did those unreasonable exercises…”

Kazumi was sobbing by the end.

“The teacher is in the infirmary right now… I’m sorry, Kazumi… for talking to you so loudly.”

I patted Kazumi’s sobbing shoulder comfortingly, and Kazumi nodded.

“Well then, because I’m worried about her, I’ll go see her.”

“Yes, Senpai-senpai… please go see Teacher-senpai!”

Leaving Kazumi still with tears in her eyes, I hurriedly ran off.

I rushed into the school building without even changing my indoor shoes.

(Damn it…damn it, damn it, damn it!)

Displeasure and anger made me want to scream.

Was it necessary to make such a heartless decision regarding a student who was practicing so diligently?

As a teacher, shouldn't you at least give her a chance until the competition? …

(Just victory! Is getting first place the club's goal?)

I absolutely cannot agree with this mentality.

The track and field club's advisor is that bastard "Tanibe." Although I know very well that expecting him to be so considerate is a pipe dream…but what he did was just too cruel.

What was the teacher feeling when she heard the advisor's decision…?

"Teacher!"

I burst into the infirmary, almost breaking down the door.

"Yo-kun…"

The first person I saw was Teacher Mako.

Then, beside…the bedside…the teacher's figure, head bowed quietly.

“Ah-yong…”

The teacher, seemingly startled, looked at me, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

I could only gaze at her.

“Well, I’ll go out for a bit… Come and call me when you’ve calmed down!”

Teacher Mako smiled gently and left the room.

Only the teacher and I remained in the infirmary.

“Can I sit next to you?”

I asked. The teacher nodded weakly. Although I sat down, she remained bent over, not intending to look up.

“…I heard it all from Kazumi…”

“…Is that so?”

The teacher only uttered these short, soft words in response to my question.

We remained silent, only the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock.

When the tip of the hand passed the top of the number pad for the third time…

“I… feel like an idiot…”

The teacher choked back tears.

Her shoulders heaved slightly.

Her gaze remained fixed on the floor, not intending to look this way.

To allow her to pour out all her pain, I waited silently for her to continue.

“I was just running my heart out… I was so happy when I was chosen as a competitor… I was just running with all my might… I never imagined it would ruin my leg!”

An overwhelming sadness filled the teacher's face.

“The doctor said I can never participate in track and field again…”

The teacher turned to look at me. Heartbreaking tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

“Without running, I’m just a person with no strengths… I finally realized this after I became like this. Everyone is working so hard for college entrance exams… and I, because of the recommendation for track and field excellence… thought it had nothing to do with me, and always felt carefree…

I never thought that if I couldn’t run, I would be worthless!”

Fate is so cruel.

“I was so stupid… really, so stupid!”

The teacher covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

The burden the teacher carried was far too heavy. I knew I couldn't do anything for her, but…

“I had to hold this trembling, helpless girl tight.”

Even though I didn't have much strength myself.

I gently put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my embrace.

“…Don't hold back, it would be better to cry louder…”

The most unfortunate people are those who can only desperately suppress their tears when they want to cry.

These words seemed like a signal, and the teacher truly began to cry loudly without reservation. She screamed like a child, “I don't want this! I don't want this!” she kept crying out.

Gently stroking the teacher's back, I gently stroked her hair.

The teacher's tears soaked my shirt, and the pain seeped into my chest.

Even so, I wouldn't let go.

Gradually… as time passed… I felt the trembling in my arms subside.

She had used up all her strength to cry, and all her tears had been shed… The teacher in my arms looked up at me.

Silently, we gazed at each other.

“…”

The teacher closed her eyes, and her lips met mine.

Without hesitation, my lips met those of my teacher.

Peach-colored lips… as lovely and soft as a flower… carrying a faint taste of tears.

Before the kiss, filled with longing, ended, my teacher reached out and embraced my back.

“Yong…”

My teacher’s eyes reflected in mine.

“Please, let me forget… even just now, it’s okay… please, accept me!”

Her cherry-like lips spoke of her heartfelt wish.

“…You… won’t regret it?” I confirmed her feelings.

“I’m willing… to give myself to Yong…”

My teacher buried her face in my chest again.

I used only a little strength to gently hold my teacher.

(If it can calm her down a little, then this is fine.)

I love you, teacher… I want to do everything I can to protect the girl I love. From the bottom of my heart, I want to hold her tightly, but…

“But you… don’t you have someone you like?”

This is the only thing that bothers me. In the end, I decided to help her turn her love for the person she likes into reality. Because I want you to be happy.

(If possible, I’ll fly here immediately to bring that person here.)

I don’t believe there’s anyone in this world who doesn’t like you.

“I’m sorry, teacher… you have someone you’d love even if you died, after all… you must want to be with him, right… I’m so sorry…”

Although I wanted to separate our tightly embracing bodies, the teacher’s arms around me showed no intention of letting go.

“Teacher…!?”

Suddenly, I realized that the teacher’s bright eyes were staring at me.

“The person I like is right in front of me…” the teacher said.

“Huh?”

I didn’t understand what was going on and turned to look behind me.

…There was only the white wall of the infirmary.

"Huh? Huh?!?"

A voice blocked my view, which kept shifting between "teacher" and "wall.

" "...Fool."

A blush crept onto the teacher's cheeks, and she lowered her head.

(Wh-wh-what...could it be!?)

"Then, that photo is...?"

The "person" in the framed photo in the teacher's room is...

"So...didn't I say that Yong was the only one who couldn't see it...because it's too embarrassing..." The teacher's confession left me dizzy.

"Then, that guy who looks like...'a wild and unruly ronin living in a tenement' or something is..."

The teacher nodded.

"That clumsy, rude, and oblivious guy is..."

The teacher nodded, "Hmm, hmm."

"The guy I'd like to die for is also...

" The teacher nodded repeatedly, her face flushed with embarrassment.

I was truly panicked, as if I were about to faint while holding the teacher.

"You, you... just say it! This is something like this!"

"This... this is so important... how... how can I say it!"

Unintentionally, my teacher and I started arguing again, just like always. If there was any difference, it was that our hands were behind each other's backs, embracing, only 0.5 centimeters away from a kiss...

This difference was surprisingly huge for us.

I can't say who realized it first... but both of our bodies suddenly stiffened.

However, neither of us loosened our grip.

"So... when did it start... you... you like me...?"

"From first grade... I've always... liked Yong."

I was filled with regret when I answered my teacher. If I could become your lover and spend these three years of high school together, it would definitely be a colorful memory. ...How wonderful that would be.

"I... I'm probably a 100% pure, standard, stampable 'idiot'..."

Seeing my sad expression as I complained, my teacher burst out laughing.

(...So cute.)

I couldn't help but hug my teacher tightly again, and she hugged me back just as tightly.

(...She's so cute.)

"Once I've said it, I can say it again no matter how many times. As long as it's about Yong, I like it... I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you... I like Yong the most!... My feelings are second to none. I love Yong more than anyone else..."

"Teacher..."

The flame of love that had always been hidden deep in my heart, once ignited, instantly turned into a pillar of fire that could burn everything.

Just as the words describe, surrounded by love burning like flames, my lips met those of my teacher. Once wasn't enough, three times, four times... I kissed my teacher, and she kissed me back... The two of us kissed passionately, never satisfied. Soon, the touch of our lips evolved into a passionate kiss.

When my tongue entered hers, even someone as passionate as my teacher seemed to panic for a moment, but... my teacher was always full of passion... an incredibly passionate girl. Before I knew it, the teacher had begun to actively seek a kiss. "Mmm, mmm... mmm, mmm, mmm..."

Cute sounds escaped her throat as the two of us were lost in the entanglement of our tongues.

Though our lips parted reluctantly, the shimmering silver threads of our tongues still connected us.

Whether the teacher wanted to continue the passionate union of our lips, she let out a lonely "Ah, mmm..."

"Teacher, you really like kissing!"

I said.

"Because I'm kissing Yong!... For me, that's something I can only do in my dreams!"

the teacher replied earnestly.

That straightforward answer alone made my love for the teacher grow even stronger. And...

"So you've already kissed in your dreams long ago... Heh—"

"Ah~," the teacher panicked,

"I'm not coming anymore, Yong, you're bullying me..." She turned her face away shyly.

Because of her adorable behavior, I couldn't resist capturing her lips again. In the midst of our deep, passionate kissing and sucking, the teacher's eyes had become hazy and intoxicated.

"Teacher...that's about it, let's move on."

Giving her a heads-up, I reached out and grabbed the hem of her workout clothes. The teacher was startled, as if about to stop me...but hesitated, then gave up.

She trembled slightly as I slowly lifted her clothes, but didn't object. She obediently raised her hands, allowing me to easily remove her workout clothes. Under the cover of her sports bra, two full mounds were clearly visible. They were even fuller than when she was wearing her clothes. Because of her slender and graceful figure, they were particularly striking.

When my fingers touched the hooks of her bra, the teacher timidly closed her eyes.

Good luck. With a quick release of the hooks, I could almost hear a "pop" as the teacher's breasts burst out with unstoppable force.

Perhaps it was because her exposed breasts had been hidden for so long that she was a little scared after coming outside, and they trembled slightly.

Those were indescribably beautiful breasts.

The teacher's breasts were the so-called "bell-shaped" type. A symbol of her femininity, they taut and slightly upturned, as if in anger. Even if it were a display of self-assurance, their bouncing up and down was not excessive, emphasizing their beauty. Gradually slender from their initial fullness, they reached for a bold… a victory of undeniable, unparalleled curves.

The temptation was so strong that I involuntarily reached out, slowly approaching that symbol of beauty, to grasp it.

A warm feeling emanated from the part that was covered… an indescribable softness, an incredible elasticity… this part of the girl was filled with tenderness.

I don't know when it started, but I was already obsessively kneading the teacher's breasts as they fell into my palm.

"Uh, ah… ah… ah… ah-…"

the teacher gasped loudly. It seemed her breasts were quite sensitive.

The sensation from the teacher's breasts in my palm was already enough to satisfy me. The two hard, pointed nipples rolled around in my palm. Each pinch I made with my fingertips hardened them further.

The teacher's nipples were the most endearing part of her breasts. The reason was simple: they were the part whose reactions and changes were visibly visible. With each caress of my fingers, they gradually hardened and stood erect, and my male ego was fully satisfied in this process.

The teacher's nipples, as if expressing her personality, displayed a distinct and clear shape.

Like a child's fingertips, they turned crimson with engorgement, standing proudly. And the shallow indentation only at their tips was incomparably adorable.

Grasping the teacher's pink breasts with a squeezing motion, I began to intently caress those poor fruits.

I pinched her nipples, which seemed to be standing erect and a little sore, gently squeezing and twisting them, pulling the hard, slightly brittle buds outward with my fingertips… The previously indented tips suddenly bulged, and the teacher's breasts were fully erect.

(Even so, they were indeed beautifully shaped breasts!)

Taking the erect nipple into my mouth, the teacher suddenly tensed up, trembling slightly. Perhaps it was because the sensation was so good, the teacher let out a soft "ah, ah" sound, a blush creeping up her cheeks. While kneading her other breast with my hand, I sucked and licked the bud in my mouth even more intensely, ravaging it as much as I could.

"…Wow—!"

The teacher's body leaned back, convulsing slightly.

I gently reached out and covered my hand, which was still moving restlessly on the teacher's chest.

"Ooh…it hurts…I hurt so much…"

Her moist eyes confessed.

The two of us kissed passionately again. The teacher's kiss was even more passionate than before, making it hard for me to breathe. Her healthy skin flushed pink with excitement, and her fair thighs rubbed together shyly.

"Teacher..."

My hand reached for her lower body, and even the usually composed teacher seemed hesitant, her tongue ceasing its movement. But it was only for a moment...

"Okay."

In response, her tongue began to move again, as if to tell me, "I've given myself to you completely." Suddenly, the strength within me vanished. I

slowly pulled down her athletic shorts, revealing white underwear with dark blue stripes.

The moment I saw the stripes on her underwear, I immediately remembered that fateful encounter that changed the lives of both of us. It was that encounter that became the beginning of our endless bickering. In first grade, during a "school building climb" for free climbing practice, I peeked through the glass at a girl changing clothes... That person was the teacher. ...At the time, she was wearing

striped underwear.

"Hmm...it's the teacher's favorite pattern..."

I said, recalling the scene, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Huh?" the teacher asked, puzzled.

"Ah, it's nothing...when my fierce battle with the teacher started, she was wearing striped underwear too..."

I explained, scratching my head. The teacher replied seriously,

"That's because this style...received Yong's praise..."

"????"

I was completely baffled.

"...'Only underwear is cute!' That's what you said back then. ...So, I don't know when it started, but I only bought striped ones. ...By the time I realized it, more than half of my wardrobe was striped underwear. ...Ah, there are other styles too, ...like those with water droplet patterns, or those with cute wavy ruffles, etc...But, I don't know if it's because Yong likes them, ...my favorite is still light blue striped underwear. ...

And I have prepared many kinds. ..."

The teacher, having said all this in one breath, suddenly came to her senses.

"...What, what did I say? Ugh, so embarrassing! I'm such an idiot!"

She was in a state of confusion.

At this moment, I didn't know what to do, and could only silently stare at the teacher.

(Hmm...Let's say it. I'll say it too.)

For the teacher who frankly expressed her feelings, I must also honestly tell her my true thoughts.

"Actually, the one who is really beautiful is the teacher!"

That day...the teacher's appearance in underwear, seen from outside the window, was very beautiful. Those alluring curves of her hips were captivating, and I was so mesmerized that I collapsed to the ground like Kume the Hermit. The teacher only noticed me after hearing the sound I made. ...Peeping wasn't my original purpose for climbing the school building, but it's undeniable that I was deeply attracted to the teacher's naked body.

I'm not exactly a grotesque person, so I had no interest in those little pieces of cloth. What was charming wasn't the teacher's striped underwear, but the teacher wearing it.

"Teacher's...that...because I can't forget it...so ever since, I've had the chance to keep arguing with you, and I'm so happy."

The teacher stared at me, revealing her secret without batting an eye .

"Really?...Really??..."

I nodded vigorously, "Yes!" to the teacher's trembling question.

"I'm so happy!" the teacher said, large tears streaming down her face.

"W-why are you crying again?..."

I felt embarrassed.

"But, I always argue with Yong when we're together... I thought I must have been hated by Yong... I might never be able to express my feelings for Yong in my entire life. I'm so happy, really, so happy!"

Teacher, you are so endearing. So incredibly endearing. To be completely oblivious to such a girl's wholehearted and sincere affection, to treat her merely as a special "comedy buddy," is truly despicable.

(Perhaps... I've hurt many hearts because of this?... If that's the case, then I can be considered the worst, most useless human being.)

Thinking this, I suddenly felt uneasy, but I should comfort my teacher now.

Teacher, you are so, so, so adorable, so incredibly adorable.

"Mmm—"

With almost bone-breaking force, I hugged my teacher tightly.

I've lost count of how many times we've kissed passionately, and as I was about to remove her last remaining piece of clothing,

"...Ah, no!" she murmured, pressing my hand down.

"...It's too embarrassing to be naked alone."

Her voice trailed off.

Ah, I see. Looking at myself, I was still fully clothed.

"I'm sorry..."

I apologized and took off my jacket. If I were to announce something like, "I'm going to strip naked!", firstly, I'd be too embarrassed to say it, and secondly, it might make the teacher even more shy. So, having made up my mind, I quickly started undressing.

After taking off my last pair of athletic underwear and tossing them aside, I glanced at the teacher to check on her. But what I saw next was 　　a loud

"Whoa!" The teacher actually jumped two or three centimeters high. 　　My penis was completely erect, pointing defiantly at the ceiling. 　　Come to think of it, the teacher had probably never seen an erect penis before, but… 　　(Even so, it shouldn't have been a "Whoa!", "Whoa!" is really…) 　　Seeing my involuntary wry smile, the teacher gave me a timid look. 　　"I never knew it would look like this… I'm a little scared," 　　the teacher said, expressing her feelings. 　　"It's okay, it's nothing scary," 　　I said, taking her hand and guiding her towards my penis. 　　"Wait, wait a minute, no, don't!" 　　Ignoring the teacher's flustered state, I guided her fingers to my throbbing desire. 　　"...??" 　　As if pleading for help, the teacher looked up at me. Perhaps it was my silent nod that dispelled her illusions... 　　Hesitantly, the teacher cupped my penis in her hand. 　　Due to the unexpectedness and the delicate touch of the teacher's fingers, my penis "suddenly" reacted. 　　"Ah—!" As the teacher cried out, she withdrew her hand. 　　"It, it can still move! This!" 　　She was truly shocked, her voice trembling with tears. 　　"That's because it feels especially good when it's cupped by the teacher's hand." 　　After hearing my explanation, "Huh?", the teacher showed an expression of surprise. 　　"Yes, that's how it is... It's because it feels especially good..." 　　The teacher's gaze returned to my male part, and with a hint of nervousness, she gently grasped my member again. For a while, I held it motionless. Perhaps she had finally made up her mind, for the teacher, with slight hesitation, began to manipulate my erect penis. 　　She stroked it, pinched it, and even tried to rub it. As if in response to her fingers confirming the shape of my penis, my shaft convulsed with "thump-thump-thump-thump." 　　"After getting used to it, I don't know why, but I find it quite cute," 　　the teacher said with a complex smile. Perhaps she was rubbing my penis with the feeling of soothing a ferocious beast with her warm embrace. Or perhaps she was slightly interested in the male body reacting to the movements of her fingers. 　　"..." 　　After thinking it through, the teacher firmly but gently grasped my penis and began to slowly stroke it with her hand. 　　"Ah~, huff~..." 　　I couldn't help but let out a sound. 　　Knowing that my sensation was getting better and better, the teacher's hand movements gradually quickened. Curiosity and fear, shame and desire... the teacher, her expression subtly a mixture of these emotions, focused intently on stroking my penis. Because 　　of her passion, as the object of my affection felt more comfortable, I gradually became aroused myself. 　　"...Ugh~" 　　I groaned loudly, increasingly unable to bear it, as the teacher's wrist moved rhythmically up and down, varying the pressure and speed... her surprisingly precise movements gradually intensified my pleasure. 　　Perhaps it was the teacher's athletic talent that allowed her to easily master the technique. 　　"Beautiful, teacher... wait, that's enough!" 　　I grabbed her hand, stopping the genius's movements from continuing. 　　The teacher looked at me in surprise. 　　"But, this... it seems to feel quite good..." 　　Just as she said, my penis, dissatisfied with being stopped midway, was throbbing. 　　"Hmm, because of teacher's efforts, I think I'm about to finish." 　　"Ah..." 　　Understanding the true meaning, the teacher suddenly blushed and lowered her head. 　　Actually, it was really close. If I were to actually ejaculate, my sap would be soaking my sap on the face, hair, and even the chest of the teacher sitting on the bed right in front of me. That would truly satisfy a man's desire for conquest, but doing that to a teacher who was a virgin was absolutely out of the question. Therefore, I had to stop her at the last moment. 　　"...I'm such a fool!" 　　The teacher scratched nervously on the sheets, so focused that she forgot everything around her—that was her personality, and also her strength. 　　"You look so cute, teacher!" 　　I kissed her again with a soft "chirp," and quietly laid her down on the bed. 　　At the same time, I swiftly and smoothly removed her striped panties and placed them aside. 　　"Ah—!" 　　The teacher panicked, covering her secret garden with both hands. 　　"Your legs, are they alright? Doesn't it hurt?" 　　I asked, brushing aside her bangs. 　　"Yes, it's alright. It doesn't hurt anymore," 　　the teacher replied.

I climbed onto the bed and knelt at my teacher's feet.

"Teacher, don't be so stiff, relax... Okay, let's begin..."

I urged, making her open her legs.

Her legs were spread wide in an M-shape, and she kept trying to cover her private parts with her hands. But this only created a more erotic scene, arousing my boundless desire.

I carefully removed her fingers one by one, and finally, her petals were revealed.

Alluring and vibrant, full of temptation... The scent of her woman made my nose itch.

"Please don't stare like that... It's so embarrassing!"

This time, out of shyness, she covered her face with her hands.

"There's nothing to be shy about, Teacher's... it's so beautiful!"

I said, parting her petals with my fingers.

Beneath the shimmering, lush grass, beautiful pale pink flowers bloomed. In the dew-kissed garden, the buds were slowly opening to welcome love.

Admiring the exquisite beauty of the delicate, luscious petals… my fingers caressed the bud that was panting at the tip of the flower.

“Wow!”

The teacher’s waist jerked violently.

I didn’t flinch; as my fingers teasingly rotated, the teacher’s petals overflowed with the nectar of love. The alluring bud hidden deep within suddenly unfurled, revealing its captivating beauty beyond the foreskin.

“Ha… uh… uh… ah!…”

As I confirmed that the teacher’s breathing was becoming increasingly erratic, my fingertips quietly slipped into her core.

“Ouch—!”

At the same moment, the teacher let out a brief cry of pain.

“I’m sorry!” I immediately withdrew my finger.

(Just one finger…)

This, this is proof of the teacher’s purity!

(If I can’t, I must treat her even more gently…)

I told myself.

Burying my face between the teacher’s legs, I kissed the teacher’s beautiful petals.

"Ah—!"

Completely unexpectedly kissed, the teacher looked utterly startled…

She immediately closed her thighs, tightly clamping my head between them.

"No, no! No doing that—!!... Ah, I already said no… Ah, ah…

Ah~!?"

After kissing her again and again, my tongue climbed onto those alluring petals.

Holding that beautiful pearl in my mouth, I licked it hungrily, and after ample caresses, the teacher's bud finally slowly opened.

"No… no… Ah—!… It's… numb…"

I stubbornly licked the teacher's secret garden, my tongue swirling around the already opened bud, the teacher's female instincts making her heart ache with a tingling, itchy sensation.

Love fluid flowed continuously; the teacher's place was already sufficiently wet, ready.

Pressing against the teacher's smooth, delicate skin, I glided up onto her body, and the two of us overlapped.

"Is your leg really, really not in pain anymore?... Because you're the kind of girl who silently endures everything no matter what happens... If there's really a problem with your body, you must say so!"

I would only continue if I was certain that the ligament strain wouldn't worsen.

"Hmm, don't worry about it... Compared to that,..."

The teacher looked at me with a wavering gaze. The most important moment was about to arrive, and the teacher's face finally revealed an unconcealable fear. Although it was slight, her body was trembling.

"Teacher's body is so soft!"

"I-really?... I... I only know how to exercise all day long, so I'm a little worried!"

"Completely, there's no need to worry! It's soft and supple everywhere, it's a girl's body!"

"Really... that's great!"

The teacher let out a long sigh.

"Yong's whole body is all muscle, like a tightly wound spring!"

"Sigh, I'm a man!"

"It's incredible, being held by Yong like this, I don't know why, makes me feel so safe."

"Because teacher, you're a girl!"

The two embraced, "man" and "woman" exploring each other's differences.

Seizing the moment when the teacher's tension dissipated, I pressed my penis against the teacher's female part.

Before the tip of my penis had even entered much, just as expected,

"...Ah-, ugh~, it hurts!"

the teacher groaned in pain.

There was nothing I could do about it. So I continued to slowly penetrate deeper.

The tip of my glans slowly stretched open the membrane that marked the teacher as a virgin, and I pushed my penis in little by little, but,

"Ah, it hurts! It hurts so much...Yong, it hurts so much!"

The teacher's tears finally flowed.

"Teacher..."

I stopped, waiting for the teacher to calm down. And this caused her to misunderstand.

"...Is it all the way in?"

the teacher asked, panting intermittently.

“No… there’s still half…”

Hearing my answer, the teacher was visibly frustrated. In reality, the inserted length was less than a third of the total.

“Teacher, if you can’t take it, can we try again next time?”

Seeing her in so much pain, I suggested.

“That kind of thing, absolutely not!”

The teacher was seriously angry.

“But, seeing you in so much pain…”

“Is it… particularly large?”

she asked with a doubtful expression.

“Of course not.”

I answered decisively. Thinking about it seriously, even worse things could happen, but this teacher was not one for jokes. She was looking at me with a tearful expression (though she had already cried).

“It’s already this big, and it’s just average?!…”

The teacher was a girl who did everything with enthusiasm and drive.

“If that’s really the case, other girls can overcome this pain and get through this, right? Everyone can do it… I, too, must endure, endure, and try my best to endure!”

The teacher closed her eyes and gripped the sheets tightly.

"Because the pain will always be the same, so please be ruthless...take it!"

This girl, who had always possessed a strong will and was now determined, would never repeat the same mistake, and I knew that very well.

"Since the teacher wants it...then I'll just go for it!"

Without hesitation, I announced as a man should.

With the same defiant gaze as always, and lips tightly pressed together, the teacher nodded silently.

Temporarily withdrawing my penis from her body, I lifted the teacher's legs high, holding her thighs and spreading them wide. Although this position was far too bold and revealing for a girl who had never been with a man, some say that inserting at a parallel angle during the "first time" reduces pain.

While paying attention to my posture, I plunged my male body into the teacher's flower again.

"Whoosh—" It penetrated the part I had first entered, completely shattering the teacher's mark as a virgin.

"Ah---!"

The teacher cried out in unbearable pain, her body arching backward.

But the pain of deflowering was only momentary; the real agony seemed to come from the pressure on her vaginal opening.

(With a foreign object inside, her reaction was understandable… It must hurt so much, teacher…)

The suffering of women is something a man can never truly understand. That's why we should cherish and protect them.

Having overcome the initial hurdle, I continued to slowly advance.

"It's alright now, teacher… We're connected… Relax a little!"

The teacher nodded in agreement, following my instructions.

Little by little, little by little… I penetrated her depths.

Exploring and slowly advancing, my tip finally reached the teacher's uterus, and my penis completed its full penetration.

I am now inside the body of a girl named "Tanaka-sensei."

"..."

Quietly, I adjusted my position so that we could embrace intimately.

My chest pressed against the teacher's breasts, which swayed busily up and down.

"Yong...we...have we really...done it?"

the teacher asked anxiously, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Yes, perfectly!...I'm inside you now."

With a touch of tenderness, I gently stroked the teacher's hair.

"Inside me...um, I can feel it...Yong's...it's throbbing."

As if to confirm the presence of the male genitalia inside her, the teacher temporarily closed her eyes.

"Making love with Yong!"

she whispered, her voice sounding increasingly distressed.

Was she still hiding something?...Glistening tears fell in large drops once more.

"Ah...does it still hurt?"

Although I knew the truth was yes, this time my guess was wrong.

The teacher slowly shook her head.

“It’s basically not hurting anymore… because Yong was always so gentle…”

Tears continued to fall.

“Teacher…”

“I’m sorry, I’m crying… My heart is filled with… so many things that happened between Yong and me… but being able to be together is something I never dared to dream of…”

The teacher’s words brought back memories of that time.

“We were just arguing, girl.”

I suddenly understood completely. Perhaps from an outsider’s perspective, my bickering with the teacher was like a couple performing a comedy routine—just playful banter between a man and a woman because of their close relationship.

In any case, at least I could be sure that there was no malice in my “verbal argument” with the teacher.

Thinking about it carefully, it’s surprising that the teacher is always by my side, no matter what.

(During the school trip, we were naturally together since we were classmates, but it wasn't just that... Speaking of which, when it was time for free time...)

"By the way, teacher, we've finally made it here, wouldn't you like to see the real 'Nagasaki stew'?"

"...Me too, I was just thinking of that."

"Hmm!"

(Surprisingly, we actually agreed.)

Just as we were about to go outside, we spotted the teacher patrolling around...

(We had to ask the shopkeeper to let us escape through the back door... Haha, that was truly a heroic feat for the two of us.)

Looking back now, it's really strange.

Besides our daily "quarrels," we also had "special editions" that changed with the seasons.

(For some reason, I ended up dancing with my teacher at the bonfire dance on the last day of the cultural festival...

Speaking of which, when I went to the shrine for my first worship on the first day of the Lunar New Year, I ended up with my teacher again, and we even drew fortune slips together... Oh, right, because my teacher drew the worst

kind of fortune slip, "Great misfortune," which says things like "Wishes will not be fulfilled, serious illnesses will not be cured, lost items will not be found, waiting for someone will not come, finding a partner will be difficult... In short, everything will go wrong this year." It really made me laugh so hard, and she seemed genuinely angry. Later, she drew a new one, and this time she got "Great fortune." Hahaha... Next up is Valentine's Day... Valentine's Day... Hmm?)

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