Happy Academy

Dusk. The vast city gradually sank into darkness. Rooftops were slowly stained black; mailboxes hung in front of doors
.

Beneath me, a woman's slender body pressed down. "Ah, so good, again..."

I held the woman's soft waist and thrust in forcefully. Meanwhile, my fingers were not idle either, caressing her
pubic hair, which ran rampant in the woman's dense forest.

"No, spare me! I, I'm going to come..."

"Beep, beep, beep..." Just as she tightly gripped me, about to reach heaven, the pager went off.

"Don't stop!"

"Baby, how could I bear to stop?" I continued to thrust, while stealing glances at
the gleaming number on the pager lying on the side of the bed.

"Damn, the pager."

I stuck out my tongue and thrust even harder to finish quickly. Charge! The intense, galloping of ten thousand horses...

Several minutes later. My liberated manhood lay limp, and I picked up the phone on the table.

The woman's soft body leaned closer, languid like a kitten. So alluring. I deliberately nudged
her rounded buttocks with my toes.

"You're naughty!" The woman chuckled mischievously, turned, picked up a pale yellow 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 pleasure. "This is Jes,"

I said, giving her the password after the call connected. A familiar, husky voice came from the other end. "Mission: 7 PM
. 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 particularly beautiful in the sunset.

"Did you catch us slacking off?"

I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "At 7 PM, get the documents 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 face hardening. You, you all, remember this… This, 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 haphazardly and rushed out of the classroom, I was drenched in sweat. (These girls are truly
terrifying…)

Not only that, but whenever I turned around to write on the blackboard, I could hear a chorus of 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 plunged into a vat of boiling oil.

These girls were truly adept at teasing the new young male teacher. (Although I'm a handsome guy myself
, 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 simple "Take this!" and a chalk offensive would be enough.

But these girls, blossoming like spring flowers, were all heiresses from wealthy and prestigious families, and
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 authoritative person
would soften halfway, right? But when they got into trouble, they were just as mischievous as the boys.

All my fantasies about girls' high schools were finally shattered. The idea of a shy,
long-haired beauty making a "pure confession of love" under the dense shade of trees—that was all a lie.

"Sakuma-sensei!" As I walked down the corridor, I heard that flirtatious girl's voice behind me again.

"These little monsters, haven't you tormented me enough?" There was no escaping now, so I had to bite the bullet and
turn around.

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?"

"Nothing, just asking. What's your blood 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'd noticed
her before, her name seemed to be Matsuno Hiromi. She was always so quiet… with porcelain-white skin and two delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows.
Her long, black hair was always tinged with a shimmering chestnut brown by the sunlight streaming through the window; with the slightest movement, it was as if countless golden grains were being scattered
. Her captivating beauty has always been deeply imprinted in my heart.

The girl named Matsuno seemed to sense my gaze and shyly lowered her eyes.

"Noriko, don't make things difficult for the teacher anymore." I tugged at Noriko's sleeve.

"Teacher, I'm Matsuno, Matsuno Hiromi." Although she still didn't dare to look at me, her attitude was quite generous.

I couldn't help but blurt out, "Um, I already checked." Noriko immediately turned hostile towards me.

"I knew it, men only pay attention to pretty girls, even teachers are no exception, you're biased, biased."
Noriko deliberately shouted loudly.

"No, keep your voice down! I just saw Matsuno always sitting quietly by the window."

Several heads had already peeked out of the classroom, curiously looking at me. Please, don't ruin my job
.

"Do you treat every teacher like this?"

"Yeah, right, handsome, this is our special treatment for you!" Thank goodness, the situation had finally turned around;
Noriko's voice lowered again.

"Special treatment?"

"Yeah, we're only interested because the teacher is young and handsome." (That's right, I was 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 almost flustered by her sweet praise
. Matsuno, you, you're so cute! I hope this sweetness lasts forever, just the two of us... Noriko
interrupted tactlessly.

"Can you imagine doing something like that to the 'Lady' of Discipline, Sato? If we don't sit up straight for even a second
, she'll yell in that high-pitched voice, 'You're not like the noble ladies trained at Amamiya Academy, are you?'
Special treatment for that old spinster? We have no interest in that."

Discipline Director Sato? ...The face I was introduced to yesterday flashed through my mind. That's right, 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, only her voice
remained sharp and powerful.

"Can she still control you guys?"

"She can't, but she's like an ancient fossil, stubborn and unyielding, nobody wants to mess with her…
but sometimes she's cute too!" She winked at Matsuno.

Matsuno smiled knowingly, then suddenly made a "clucking" sound. "Excuse me, I'll be right back."

She ran past me with small steps. Turning around to watch Matsuno leave, I saw a
girl wearing 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 free time, a love
letter a day, 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
into the same sex. 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'll be in big trouble. She might stab you
to death!"

"Stop talking." I'm quite afraid of these unpredictable girls now. But,
but… Sayuri, although her face has the hard lines of a boy, her full breasts are like two round
, plump balls, about to burst out of her suit jacket. What a pity, what a pity…
people with unbalanced figures find it hard to be balanced psychologically, right?

"This kind of thing is common in girls' schools."

"What kind?" It can't be a lesbian couple raping and 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 have experienced it. But teacher, don't worry, I still prefer a mature man like you. Are you still
a virgin?"

Why...why am I being dragged into this?

Just then, the bell rang.

"Ah! Class is starting! This is music class, I need to hurry to the music room. See you next time!"
Noriko waved and ran off.

"Sigh..." Finally, I could breathe a sigh of relief. But why is that cute little head
filled with all this stuff? I just 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 like a little girl, completely uncomfortable
.

"Matsuno, hurry up, class is about to start!" Noriko's voice came 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 clear, with a slight breeze. As soon as class started, the entire campus quieted down; only
the occasional sound of recitation could be heard, like the whispers of little elves. Walking into the lush, coconut-lined courtyard,
you can still hear the clear, melodious songs of young girls drifting from the old, brick-red school buildings.

Amamiya Private Academy. Located in the mountains near Nagano, it's a prestigious girls' academy.

With over a thousand students in total (junior and high school), the girls all live together according to regulations. A very
typical Catholic academy; the black chapel, the nuns in grey robes, like plaster statues.
I walked along the path shaded by dense trees. But beneath this calm surface…

I thought about the shocking truth appearing on the computer screen. This century
-old prestigious girls' school, which had always boasted of strict discipline and high college entrance rates, was secretly experiencing a series of unusual events.

In recent years, several girls had gone missing each year, although it hadn't been publicly announced… Normally,
no parent would ignore it… but strangely, shortly after requesting police assistance, these parents all claimed
they had found their daughters and asked the police to stop interfering.

However, according to the police investigation, none of these girls had returned. The school's attitude
was also ambiguous; when questioned by the police, they always used the excuse that "the student had transferred schools." Frankly
speaking, in a closed community like a girls' school, it's generally difficult for the police to intervene; moreover, the girls at the school 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 all ended inconclusively; and the newly enrolled girls may
simply be gone forever. That's why I'm here.

I—Sakuma Yuichi, a handsome and top-notch detective from JES—have transformed into the girls' dream chemistry
teacher to save them! JES is
an investigative agency established by the Board of Education in cooperation with the police, considering the special circumstances of schools. Of course, its staff must be like me, deeply understanding
the complex psychology of teenagers—their awkwardness, their attempts to be cool, their rebelliousness… and so on.

Alas, the poor, pathetic young men and women… (oops, I seem to have used the wrong idiom). But what happened at Amamiya Academy
seems even more mysterious and bizarre… even my vanguard, JES's detective Sakagi Megumi,
disappeared after entering the academy for a while.

The office is deserted and quiet because most of the teachers are in class. I finally reached my
spot and found a note that read, "Sakuma-sensei, the school's chairman, is looking for you, Sato." Sato
? Oh, that nearly moldy fossil…

A short, stout black figure rolled in front of me, and I felt a sharp gaze scrutinizing me.

"Sakuma-sensei, everyone's 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 women in schools. But is this a test? I'm
quite popular with old women too.

"Oh, you're bothered by students."

"Is that so? Asking about academic matters is fine, but don't get carried away thinking those girls are infatuated with
you. They're just hungry cats who can't get the fish, and they rarely have a male…" An old maid is an old maid
; why doesn't she practice some other kind of tongue-twisting skills?

"Oh dear, I'm not exaggerating, but teachers these days don't act like teachers anymore! Like your previous chemistry teacher,
she dressed like a monster, no posture at all, and yet those little girls still liked her, saying she
was fashionable, and even secretly imitating her. See? She didn't even last a year, she inexplicably resigned
, without even saying goodbye. Sigh, I really don't know what she thought of such a sacred profession as 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
the time I was training with Mu Hui, she had me completely under her thumb. That shrewd, capable girl, always at the forefront of fashion… but
such a sudden resignation, I doubt it's something a competitive person like her would do, right?

"Wasn't there any prior warning?"

(Could it be that you, old monster, secretly pulled some strings?) "Since the current chairperson took over, these
kinds of things have become her sole responsibility." Sato's words clearly revealed her dissatisfaction.

"What about the students? If they want to transfer..."

"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. Don't believe any of that student disappearance, we've never had
anything like that here."

The old woman's face, covered in spots, showed no trace of guilt or suspicion. She took her vanity-
based reasoning for granted.

I asked, deliberately trying to ingratiate myself. "So, Mr. Sato, you've been at this prestigious school for quite some time now, haven't you?"

"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 and remained 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 the GHQ general arrived with his troops, the school's chairwoman stood alone in front of the school gate,
shouting to hundreds of American soldiers, 'What do you think this is? I've heard you all come from advanced, free, and democratic
countries, yet you're acting so barbarically; it's truly regrettable.' The GHQ general remained silent
, saluted her, and left without a word… In him, I saw the true demeanor of an educator." "

How did it go? This is your first time teaching at a girls' school, right? Did you encounter any difficulties?" The chairwoman's voice
was gentle.

"Because Ms. Sakaki Megumi suddenly resigned, and most of the teachers at our school are women... Are the students
all behaving well? I hope they haven't caused any trouble for Ms. Sakuma."

"No, no, they're much easier to manage than the boys," I replied insincerely. It wouldn't be right
to complain to her the first time I met her, would it?

There she was—Ms. Amamiya, the chairwoman of Amamiya Academy—standing before me. At forty, she was in the prime of her life,
exuding the most intense allure of a mature woman. Her fair, translucent skin was taut, and her slender, phoenix-shaped
eyes swept straight into her hair, giving her a noble, unapproachable, and aloof air.

She graduated from the Department of Foreign Languages at T University. Born into a prominent family—her father was a member of parliament, and she was married to another member of parliament—
she has been living in the school dormitory with her daughter, Sayuri, since becoming the school's chairman seven years ago. Looking at
her slender figure tightly wrapped in a Western-style striped suit, it's hard to imagine she already has a high school sophomore daughter.

In the chairman's office, there is another important figure: the principal of Amamiya Academy—Mr. Iwato Gozo.

In his fifties, he has the slightly overweight physique of a middle-aged man, and his thick, dark eyebrows seem to indicate his unyielding
and strong personality. He was also a member of parliament, and it's said he made his fortune in the industrial materials trade, relying on his wealth and power
to be hired as the principal of Amamiya Academy; coincidentally, the following year, Shuko became the school's chairman.

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 attention. (These things rarely escape
my notice.)

Shuko, in her prime, and the seemingly capable Iwato—anyone would want to pair them up
. I imagined Iwato's strong body pressing down on Shuko, his fat hands vigorously kneading her plump breasts.
With a "thud," my little rod 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.

"Yes, most of the students in private schools are from wealthy families. Their parents have high expectations for them
, so the teachers have to be more rigorous and serious."

"Exactly, that's why people choose private schools. Because of the strict discipline, bullying
and extortion are simply impossible. Plus, these children are instilled with a strong sense of superiority and are
unwilling to do anything to damage their reputation." Shuko's words were spot on. Yes, she's a smart woman
.

In fact, if we want to clearly distinguish them, private schools can be divided into three categories: those that attract students with titles, traditions,
and money. The first two categories, as Shuko said, are indeed
characterized by extremely high college entrance rates due to strict school and family discipline and student self-discipline. It's fair to say that entering this middle school is
equivalent to a guaranteed admission to a prestigious university. As for the third category, schools that attract students with money, they are
the domain of nouveau riche children. They value wealth above all else, so it's common to see wealthy families gathering in mansions and bullying
those from smaller families.

Of course, they wouldn't even consider teachers who earned less than their allowance. But why would such a bizarre thing
as a student disappearing happen at Amamiya Academy, a school with such 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 of private schools. So, what's your opinion on this?" The principal's gruff voice came, 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 dismissively. Bingo! It's best if they look down on me; that way they won't be wary of me. 　　"Because 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—solemnity 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 withdraw, the mystery still weighing heavily on my mind. 　　Jes's task for 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 looked frivolous and lacking in ideals, the kind of lapdogs who habitually 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 could be targeted… 　　Matsuno's sweet smile flashed through my mind. Noriko's stubborn appearance 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 Super Agent Jes. 　　Just as I was lost in thought, a mixture 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 had no idea what heinous crime I had committed. 　　There were two or three other teachers in the office, all with grave 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? Don't get involved with students inappropriately. Now it 's all over the place!" 　　"What? I have some kind of special relationship with someone?" 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. Who is it that you..."

"You know what you're doing, don't you?" "You slut, is admiring something so illegal? Who's this gossipy old woman?

" "Go and confess."

"..." What nonsense!

The old woman's trembling finger pointed to the black-spired building.

I'd only ever heard of confession rituals in religions; I never imagined it would apply to us, teachers
. Oh well, what can I do? This is God's holy ground! But this is a perfect opportunity to gather secrets;
the nuns must know more.

As I walked towards the chapel, a hurried man approached. "What, locked up?"

I smiled awkwardly. "The girls' school is really strict!"

"Yes, almost every new teacher gets punished." If that's the case, then that
Mu Hui, hundreds of times more alluring than me, must have fallen victim to it 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 me later. "Excuse me, are you...?"

"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 over his forehead... Hmm, he should be quite popular with girls. For some reason, I
felt he looked very haggard, as if he had just done some rough work.

"Sasakura, did you also repent?"

"Hehe, that was a long time ago." So he's a senior!

"Well then, I'll be going now." Sasakura continued walking, his movements lacking any youthful vigor
, but rather drifting past me like a ghost.

The chapel faces the office building and classrooms, and behind it are the dormitories for students and single teachers.

Frankly, this is practically a haven for spinsters; Amamiya Academy is full of
noble women willing to dedicate their lives to education. (I wonder if nobody wants them at all.) The only people commuting every day are probably the principal and the school
security guards!

Living with these old women, food isn't a problem! It's just a strain on the eyes, but thankfully I can
make up for it during the day. Although this place is nestled against the mountains and by the water, with beautiful scenery, for
a city dweller like me who can't live without Sevene Leven at the alley entrance, it's undoubtedly an ascetic life.

Next to the teachers' dormitory is a pure white two-story villa; I heard that the chairwoman, Shuzi,
lives there with her little Lily. A mature woman separated from her husband… As I entered the chapel, I suddenly felt inexplicably
nervous. The towering Gothic building, 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 life's brilliance.

I walked to the wooden door beside the altar and gently pushed it open. "Is anyone home?"

In the dimly lit, narrow room, a few chairs were scattered about, and a nun was weaving something with her head bowed. She was startled when she saw
me. The instant our eyes met… those eyes, sparkling 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 were always wrinkled
, like old witches who'd hurl a long tirade at the slightest mistake. But this face, as fresh and tender as a peach… normally, I would have whistled long ago
. The nun regained her composure and stood up. "Is there something you need?"

How could I reveal my secret in front of such a beauty? "Oh, nothing much, just curious since I'm new here,
I wanted to look around."

The nun smiled slightly, quickly tidying herself up. "Please come with me."

"Am I bothering you?" "Not

at all, the church doors are always open to those who need them."

She turned back and winked at me, a gesture of welcome. Good heavens! I'll probably need this often in the future
! Even the little brother nodded vigorously, as if he couldn't wait to pop out and greet her. You better
stand up straight! In this kind of place, in this sacred atmosphere… the woman 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 name, teacher?"

"Oh, I'm the new biology teacher—Sakuma." Because I was thinking about the human anatomy under her robes
, I blurted it out.

"Sister Christine, you're still very 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 here today. It turns out the other nuns have all
gone to a religious gathering in Nagano City, leaving only Christine waiting for my arrival… I couldn't help but feel a little
tipsy.

"There are some religious decorations over there in the classroom. Has Ms. Sakuma visited them?"

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. Okay, 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 believer."

"Students rarely go to church, right?"

"Actually, not entirely. Whether it's teachers or students, when they encounter setbacks or disappointments, they all
like to come and talk to us. Of course, there are also relationship problems between girls."

I asked deliberately in a natural tone. "But I've also heard that some female teachers are criticized for dressing too fashionably..."
"And she was punished."

Let's find out if she knows Megumi. "You mean Ms. Sasaki Megumi?"

I really don't know how Megumi caused such a stir at Amamiya Academy; almost everyone has heard of her.
"She was the former chemistry teacher, she's left. What, you've heard of her too? Yeah, her outfit really
terrified me. For a while, Ms. Sato treated her like a thorn in her side!"

I laughed, imagining Megumi, dressed flamboyantly, deliberately striking
poses in front of Sato, making the old woman tremble with anger.

"Hahaha..." Christine laughed along.

Going up the stairs, Christine explained the history of a small Madonna head again, but I started to feel impatient
.

The beautiful singing of girls drifted from the fourth-floor corridor. Huh? Aren't Matsuno and the others having music class?
My heart pounded. As I passed by, I noticed the classroom curtains were drawn;
otherwise, I could have seen Matsuno's adorable singing voice. Disappointed, I couldn't stand Christine's muttering prayers 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 chattering away without thinking about whether Sakuma-sensei was
tired." She apologized profusely.

"Then let's go to the rooftop; the view is beautiful."

We walked to the iron gate on the top floor, pulled open 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 early winter blue sky, looked like soft, fluffy clumps of cotton. I stared blankly
at nature's ingenious arrangement, and for a moment, it felt like I had stopped breathing.

The rooftop was large; besides the water tower, there was a storage room that looked like it was used for miscellaneous items. A cool, forest-scented
breeze swept over me, and I felt as if I were melting into its freshness. But then,
a strange sound came from somewhere, like a woman's moans… Who else was here?

"Shh!" I gestured for Christine to be quiet, then tiptoed behind the water tower.

"Ah…" The unrestrained, lewd cries grew closer. When I finally saw the figure in the corner of the water tower,
I stopped in my tracks.

[The End]

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