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Some had fair skin, others a healthy tan, some were tall, some had dimples when they smiled, and some had just started to grow pubic hair, which was faint. Others had pubic hair that resembled that of mature women, with three dark spots.

Soon, a young girl took a chair and sat directly in front of the opening the teacher was peeping at, and began to wash herself.

"I can't take it anymore..." the teacher said, his hand tightly gripping the erect penis, staring intently as if trying to devour it. The teacher's eyes were only fifty or sixty centimeters from the center of the vulva between the M-shaped spread legs; the girl's position seemed to encourage the teacher to see more clearly.

"Look, there's a mole here," she said, unaware that she was being spied on, turning to look at the girl next to her. The girl's

breasts weren't very full, but they felt particularly elastic with each breath. The cherry-colored nipples, against the fair skin, shone brightly. The pubic hair was sparse, barely visible in the mist. The cleft beneath her swollen mons pubis, when her legs parted, resembled a blooming flower bud, revealing the pinkish tip of flesh inside.

The upper part of the cleft protruded, revealing a well-developed clitoral hood, its skin tone more accurate than pink. Beneath this skin was a small clitoris, its two petals not quite symmetrical, and below that, the details became indistinct. The labia minora were slightly parted, a beautiful, untouched pink area.

Soon, her body was covered in bath soap.

"If we don't hurry up and get out, the second-years will scold us!" someone said, and everyone hurriedly washed themselves, some getting out of the large bathtub. The teacher also quickly hid his erect penis and put their clothes and underwear back in their place.

Just then, a 'clattering' sound came from the corridor. The teacher, hiding in the shadows, looked up and saw it was Mizusawa Yuka, the first-year student who had come to ask for help with the firewood. Despite her small stature, she moved with surprising agility, seemingly returning to take a bath after helping the second-year students prepare dinner.

Unaware she was being spied on, Yuka quickly stripped naked and entered the bathroom. Her bouncy bottom looked adorable, and the teacher began to get excited again.

"Yuka, why are you so late? Everyone else is already showering!"

"I was helping out, so I'm late. Wait for me!"

"No, you'll get scolded if you don't go back soon, Yuka. Take your time. You were helping out, that's why it took you so long. The second-year students all know that."

"Yeah! It'll take twenty minutes, so no rush." "

Hmm..." Yuka answered softly, then soaked in the bathtub.

"Hey! Did you know? This temple used to be haunted!"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense..." Yuka huddled in the bathtub.

"Don't be afraid, Yuka, the ghost won't appear. Fujio-sensei is scarier than a ghost!"

After the others burst into laughter, they all went into the changing room, leaving Yuka alone. After changing her clothes, she placed her underwear on the washbasin and returned to the main room. The teacher emerged from the shadows, his hand tightly gripping his penis. Now, the clothes basket only contained Yuka's gym clothes and underwear that she had just taken off. But that wasn't enough. The teacher quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving only a towel around his naked body, and went into the bathroom.

"Whoa! Who!" Yuka's voice came from the bathtub in the steamy bathroom.

"Oh! Sorry! I thought everyone was already done..." the teacher replied. His erect penis, covered by the towel, slowly approached the bathtub and drew water with a bucket.

"Can I bathe with you? I'm an old man, and a monk."

"Hmm..." Yuka was shy, but she thought it was better than being alone.

He was indeed a teacher of refined character; just now, he had even held her hand and helped her gather firewood! Yuka's innocence and naivety, though she was a sixteen-year-old high school freshman, made her mind like that of an elementary school student.

Soon, the teacher and Yuka sat side by side in the bathtub. The teacher was plump and strong, and as soon as he sat in the water, the water began to sway up and down Yuka's body.

"This temple has an ancient legend."

"Don't talk about scary things..." Yuka, feeling frightened, instinctively moved closer to the teacher.

"Come here, I'll help you wash." The teacher left the bathtub and, especially for Yuka, sat on a wooden chair to get soap.

"But..."

"It's only the beginning of the training camp; you have to run errands for the second-year students every day. Isn't it nice to relax like today?"

"Hmm..." Yuka felt a little relieved and finally got out of the bathtub. Because she hadn't brought a towel, her chest and lower body were completely exposed. As she stepped out of the bathtub, the teacher's eyes lit up.

Yuka sat down with her back to the teacher. A fragrant scent wafted from her hair, a mixture of sweat and body odor, a milky smell. The teacher began to scrub Yuka's back, occasionally stroking her smooth skin with his palm.

"Ah! It tickles..." The way her skin trembled didn't seem like a rejection, but rather like she was enjoying the affection of a grandfather in the countryside.

The teacher moved his hand to her smooth side, then down to her buttocks.

"Come on! This time, scrub the front, turn around."

"No need! I've already washed the front myself, now I'll scrub your back." Yuka covered her chest and genitals with her hands, then quickly moved behind the teacher. The teacher didn't object, handing her the loofah.

Yuka quietly scrubbed her back. Occasionally, she could feel the teacher's breath and the touch of his knees against her body.

"Is it done?"

"Wash the front too, okay?" the teacher said, his back to Yuka.

"What? The front too..."

"I'm getting old, my hands and feet aren't very convenient." The teacher's penis was already erect, using his old age as an excuse.

Unlike Fujio, who sought immediate pleasure, the conversation between the teacher and the beautiful girl was enough to excite him.

"But, about the front... it's a bit embarrassing, isn't it..." Yuka seemed a little sympathetic towards the teacher.

It wasn't so much that she felt embarrassed seeing the teacher naked, but rather that she felt ashamed that her own nakedness was being seen.

"How about this, you just lean against me, and then just use your hands to wash your front."

"Hmm..." Yuka decided to reach under the teacher's armpits and start washing from his chest.

"A little closer..." The teacher really did it as if he were carrying her on his back, reaching behind to hug her.

"Ah... I'm still embarrassed..." Yuka hadn't realized anything was wrong, only feeling their skin pressed tightly together.

Yuka's breasts nestled tightly against the teacher's back; he could feel her two adorable nipples and the soft, silky pubic hair at her waist. Yuka rested her chin on the teacher's shoulder, her warm breath and sweet, slightly acidic scent constantly entering his nostrils.

"Older people have more delicate skin, so rubbing like this can hurt. It's best to use your palms to wash directly. A little further down..."

The teacher released the loofah, then gripped Yuka's wrists tightly with both hands, guiding them towards her lower body. The beautiful girl's innocent, soft hands touched his penis. Yuka was held tightly, her reflexive reaction being to hold onto the teacher tightly as well, afraid to let go.

"Huh... what is this..." Yuka asked softly.

"Every man has something like this. Since it's something humans are born with, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Yuka felt a little strange bathing with a man and the teacher's wicked behavior. At this moment, her intense curiosity was aroused. The teacher's hands relaxed. Yuka then used both hands to rub his penis and explore the fan-shaped glans.

"What does it feel like?"

"Big and hard... it didn't feel like this when I bathed with my dad before." Yuka said softly. Her fragrant breath wafted into the teacher's nostrils. Even the occasional throbbing of his penis made Yuka feel both novel and curious.

Once curiosity was ignited, it seemed difficult to control. Occasionally, she tried to get a closer look over her shoulder, but the teacher seemed to know everything.

"Want to take a closer look? Don't miss this good opportunity to observe the human body." So the teacher turned around.

"Ah..." Yuka knelt down to protect her chest, but the cleft below her knees was clearly visible.

"Want to touch it? It's a very interesting shape."

"Mmm..." Yuka curled up, her eyes glued to the teacher's penis, and soon she slowly reached out to stroke it. Her innocent fingers stroked the glans; although it felt hard, it was definitely moving.

"How is it? How does it feel?"

"It doesn't feel very comfortable, but once you get used to it, you find it quite cute, like a turtle." Yuka's young mind tried hard to think of anything else, and then she honestly described it. Afterward, her hand played with the penis more boldly.

Besides enjoying the pleasure, the teacher also smelled the fragrance of Yuka's hair, his eyes fixed on her full breasts. Because her legs were tightly closed, the cleft was not visible from above, only a faint pubic hair. Soon, the teacher placed his hands on Yuka's shoulders. Feeling her young, smooth, and elastic skin, his hands slowly moved towards her chest.

"No! It tickles..." Yuka said, lifting her face, which almost touched the teacher's.

Quick as a flash, the teacher kissed Yuka.

"Ugh...no..." she quickly turned her face away, speaking in a reproachful tone.

But she seemed oblivious to the real danger that was about to unfold. Although her nerves were taut, she thought, with her childlike mind, that the teacher was playing a prank. Of course, the teacher didn't want to use force to make her cry and satisfy his desires. The training camp had only just begun; he had to get Yuka back with everyone as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry, because you're too cute," he said, releasing her and bringing his face close to Yuka's peach-like cheek.

"If you're gentle with me, I'll give you pocket money."

"Why..."

he whispered in her ear, while Yuka continued to move as she spoke.

"Of all the students, you are the most beautiful."

The teacher said, licking Yuka's ear with her tongue, then moving her fingers back and forth on her nipples. Yuka felt a ticklish sensation, so she leaned her shoulder against the teacher, offering no resistance.

The teacher's sweet words had swayed Yuka's pride, and respectable women, raised under strict discipline, were particularly curious about the unknown, and the allowance was wonderful. Although it was her first time bathing naked with someone, her shame seemed to gradually disappear. Such an innocent and romantic child might very well see sex as a fun game.

From her middle-aged perspective, she seemed even more attractive, and she didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Soon, the teacher's hand reached towards the girl's skin, slipping towards the inside of her tightly closed thighs.

"No! Don't touch there..."

"You touched that place yourself, didn't you?"

the teacher protested deliberately, then arbitrarily reached for Yuka's genitals.

"Ah..."

Yuka was startled and cried out, her legs clamping tightly around the teacher's hand.

His eager fingers were already quite lubricated with her nectar, and the teacher used them to part her labia and reach inside.

Soon, wanting to savor the sweet fruit, the teacher couldn't help but bring his mouth close to Yuka's again.

"Ugh... um..."

Yuka gasped, her lower body completely at the teacher's mercy, with no thought of escape.

His tongue explored Yuka's teeth, then forcefully penetrated deeper, sucking the sweet saliva of the young girl.

His fingers slid up and down along the cleft. When his fingertips touched her clitoris, Yuka's body suddenly shuddered, and a wave of heat shot out.

"Ah... ah... strange..."

Yuka rolled over, her lips parting as she murmured.

"What feels strange?"

The teacher's fingers didn't stop; with his other hand, he picked up a bucket, filled it with water, and rinsed her body. Then, he lifted Yuka up, sat her on the edge of the bathtub, spread her legs, and buried his face in her genitals.

The teacher parted her labia minora with his fingers, revealing the pink mucous membrane that shimmered.

"Where does it feel best?"

the teacher whispered, then, like a dog, stretched out his tongue and greedily licked the virgin's mucous membrane.

"Ah...no! Don't lick anymore!"

The great temple abbot was licking his own excretory organs; it wasn't right, so he tried to push the teacher's head away. But the teacher held Yuka tightly around the waist, like a lobster stubbornly refusing to leave its prey.

The teacher continued to lick the elastic, taut labia minora, and greedily sucked on the clitoris.

Honey-like fluid seeped from the virgin's vagina; the bathwater washed away the body odor, and the feeling on her inner thighs was so pleasurable.

As the teacher licked her clitoris, Yuka's body trembled as if electrocuted, her upper body swaying and panting.

"No...no more..."

Yuka sobbed, feeling a surge of fear at the unknown pleasure.

The teacher finally stopped licking and looked up at Yuka.

"See, you're enjoying it by licking, aren't you? And you're already all wet."

The teacher's saliva mixed with the virgin's juices, combined with the constant stimulation from her fingers.

"No...I'm scared."

Yuka's body trembled uncontrollably, the opening between her legs barely visible.

"Anyway, someone might come and go through the passage, okay! As long as you feel good today, there will be other opportunities."

The teacher stopped pressuring her and got up from Yuka's body. However, having already done his best, this time the teacher simply sat on the edge of the bathtub, spread his legs wide, and reached down, silently pressing Yuka's still-panting face against his pitiful penis.

"Ugh..."

Yuka was startled when she saw the short, large lower abdomen before her.

"Hold it in your mouth, gently rotate it with the tip of your tongue...it's not dirty?"

the teacher whispered, seemingly hypnotizing her, then forcefully pressed Yuka's small mouth against his penis.

The steam filled the air with the smell of soap, and she didn't feel anything unclean. Moreover, she could lick it as she pleased, and while licking, there seemed to be no impact. So Yuka felt more at ease and took it in deeply, as if hypnotized, moving her tongue unconsciously.

"Yes...you're doing very well, harder...like sucking milk..."

The teacher was completely immersed in pleasure, gently stroking Yuka's hair, making his penis feel even more comfortable.

Yuka's warm saliva completely moistened his penis, and her soft tongue continuously brought warmth, making it feel incredibly comfortable. However, the teacher didn't want to ejaculate at this moment.

Although ejaculation would bring him the pleasure he longed for, Yuka might cry out of fear.

He couldn't do it too often, and ejaculation also required a considerable amount of time, but Yuka absolutely had to return to her classmates.

He just needed to draw her into the world of desire now, and she would naturally get used to it later. Besides, Yuka didn't seem to understand that this was shameful and lewd, so she would definitely want to try it. I love this innocent and romantic personality; I must lick her entire body.

"Okay, good girl! You have to keep this a secret from everyone! I'll secretly give you pocket money; come to my room after lights out."

The teacher stroked Yuka's head and finally pulled out his saliva-covered penis.

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When Yuka returned, everyone was already eating dinner. Besides sword practice, they had been active all day, so their appetites were particularly good.

The teacher looked down and felt inexplicably excited to see the girls eating healthily. Yuka seemed unfazed, chatting with her companions as if she had completely forgotten what had just happened.

Miyuki, under Fujio's gaze, kept her head down, her heart pounding, showing no appetite whatsoever.

After dinner, the schedule for tomorrow was explained, and then it was free time until lights out at ten o'clock. Although it was free time, going out was forbidden, and even if one were allowed, there was nowhere to go. In this remote and impoverished area, there were no streetlights, not even shops, only a cemetery. Even if allowed to go out, it's unlikely anyone would dare. Soon after dinner

, and after assigning lessons, the first-year students returned to their rooms. Especially since the first-years didn't need the second-years' supervision, they quickly became a noisy mess after returning to their rooms.

Fujio went to the teacher's room to drink beer with them. He had been more restrained in his eating habits earlier because he had eaten with the students, but now that it was just the two of them, he naturally prepared some delicious snacks to go with the beer.

"I like a first-year girl named Yuka."

"Mizusawa? She's your type. A few sweet words and she's easily hooked, and she'll do anything for you."

"We've already bathed together."

"You're quick on your feet! Don't get any ideas about other students." Fujio said with a wry smile, then put down his glass.

"Ah... for tonight, that's enough. I still have to patrol after lights out."

Fujio glanced at his watch, stood up, and left the teacher's room.

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Essence 0 Points 32 Posts 157 Reading Permissions 255 Registered 2005-2-11 Chapter Three: The Humiliation of the Female Teacher "This is the perfect spot for peeping..."

In the morning, the teacher sneaked into the inner courtyard and peeked through the opening again.

This time, she was peeping at what was considered unclean—the toilet.

The students knew their daytime schedule: they woke up at six in the morning, ran a lap around the mountain, and then practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard before having breakfast.

Now, with only time after breakfast, they naturally made the most of it.

There were three toilets like this, and this hole allowed a clear view of all three, with the hole almost level with the floor, providing a perfect view of the women's genitals.

While everyone was busy, the teacher had watched from here as wives, daughters, or relatives in mourning clothes relieved themselves.

Adolescent girls urinated quickly, their urine clear with a slightly yellowish tinge, and the angle at which it flowed from the urethra was subtly different.

These three side-by-side toilets were sometimes used as changing rooms. One girl next door deliberately made a splashing sound to muffle the urination. But no one used much water in the toilet; some girls would tap the inner wall with metal to create noise, which amused the teacher.

Most people would quickly wipe themselves and leave after defecating. They must have been too busy practicing swordsmanship to sneak out to relieve themselves.

"People like this are usually constipated..."

the teacher chuckled as he peeked back and forth into the three toilets. The inner courtyard was rather dim due to the lush trees, while the toilets were brighter, so the teacher wasn't afraid of being discovered. The cicadas' chirping also masked his footsteps.

Soon, most of the students went to the kendo practice area, leaving two of the three toilets empty.

The last student noticed everyone had left, but after urinating, she didn't immediately stand up. She held her breath, straining, her pink anus contracting.

The teacher, watching from inside, swallowed hard. Peeping at a group of girls bathing was far more exciting than watching one person squatting in the toilet.

When she looked up, she revealed a girl with sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, exuding a wild beauty. Her long hair was tied back, and her appearance suggested martial arts training. The way she glanced at people was like a beauty from a painting.

The teacher recognized her—Kumiko Katagiri, a second-dan kendo master and captain of the Tokyo Girls' High School kendo team. Tall and with long legs, she exuded an aura of authority in her sword-fighting uniform. It was said that many first-year students joined the kendo club because they admired her.

As the captain, she was allowed to enter the dojo last. She probably knew that many classmates and first-year students admired her, and she would be embarrassed if they heard her relieving herself, so she might prefer to stay until the end.

Gazing at Kumiko like this, the teacher's excitement reached its peak, and his penis naturally became erect.

Soon, the most beautiful sound came from Kumiko's anus. Her pink anus began to pulsate, her inner walls expanding into a circle, and then a long, golden stream was squeezed out.

The stench of ammonia wafted out, but the fresh smell actually made the teacher feel comfortable.

After it was cut off, new stream would be squeezed out, and Kumiko's panting could be heard throughout.

"With such a beautiful face, the amount of poop shouldn't be much?"

The teacher, with a serious expression, held his breath and peeked inside.

The round hole opened and closed, revealing that the internal muscles were quite elastic, and the defecation was quite frequent.

Perhaps because he had been standing for too long, his legs were a little numb, so the teacher thought of looking at her cleft from the front.

The pubic hair was very dark, the black pubic hair was soft and dense, the color of the labia minora was quite bright, and the labia and clitoris were quite well-developed.

"Looking at her like this, she must attract a lot of people..."

Just as the teacher was thinking this, Kumiko finally let out a breath, relaxing all the tension in her body, and then picked up the toilet paper next to her. She carefully wiped her anus, even wiping the wet cleft several times.

Then, without a second thought, she discarded the used toilet paper and put on her underwear and shorts right in front of the teacher.

Soon after, Kumiko left the toilet, while the teacher remained, inhaling the lingering stench left by Kumiko. Afterwards, she herself went around the yard to the dojo to watch them practice swordsmanship.

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After lunch, the students, who had a thirty-minute break, excitedly went to pick someone up.

"Who are we picking up?"

"Ah! The female teacher in charge of student life."

The teacher asked, and Fujio, sitting under the eaves smoking, answered listlessly. But his sharp eyes remained fixed on the outside, watching the female teacher, surrounded by students, get out of her car.

"Akiko Fukami, twenty-three years old, English teacher, holds a first-dan in kendo, a new teacher who came to participate in the training camp as an instructor to help her adapt to school life."

"I see, she's a great beauty, and very popular with the students."

The teacher stared at Akiko, who was wearing a white dress, as if she wanted to devour her whole.

Her long, curly black hair shimmered in the summer sun, and her full breasts and waist gave her a figure that rivaled that of a model. Her beautiful face radiated wisdom, always adorned with a smile that subtly revealed her white teeth, making her seem like a compassionate bodhisattva descended to earth.

Only the area around Akiko seemed to transform from midsummer into a warm spring, with lovely, fragrant flowers that made it impossible to look away.

"She's like a celestial being..."

the teacher murmured, careful not to be overheard by Akiko, before walking down the corridor to greet her.

Soon, Akiko stood before Fujio and the teacher.

"I'm sorry to trouble you! My name is Fukami Akiko," she said, bowing deeply to the teacher.

"Welcome to the mountains. The sun is strong, please come in quickly. Here, have someone bring some barley tea."

Yuka immediately agreed and ran straight to the kitchen.

"Fujio-sensei, dealing with girls every day must be a headache, right?"

Akiko asked in a melodious voice after they sat down in the corridor.

From a teacher's perspective, she didn't approve of Fujio's strict teaching methods, but as a senior, she naturally had to respect him.

"No, these kids haven't had their periods yet, so there won't be any trouble. Besides, they have nowhere to escape on the mountain,"

Fujio said while smoking. Akiko frowned upon hearing this.

Akiko had practiced kendo in high school and had even competed against Fujio before. She had always found Fujio's rudeness, lacking any of the cheerfulness and gentleness of an athlete, repulsive.

"I think you should rest well today. You must be tired after such a long drive,"

the teacher said, handing Akiko the barley tea that Yuka had brought, then staring intently at Akiko's round buttocks. Tomorrow morning, she definitely had to see this beauty's bowel movement. Just thinking about it made her penis throb.

"You didn't get lost, did you?"

"No, there's only one road leading up here, but I just heard a report that a typhoon is approaching..."

Akiko said after taking a sip of her barley tea. Fujio seemed to disregard her, standing up without a word.

"The break is over. Kendo practice begins this afternoon."

"Yes!" The students, who had been resting under the shade of the trees at the mountain gate, stood up and answered energetically.

The arrival of Akiko, whom everyone had been longing for, suddenly energized them all. Some students even brought their summer English homework, hoping the teacher would provide guidance during free time.

"If you've rested enough, Fukami-sensei, please come to the dojo to observe,"

Fujio said to Akiko, picking up a bamboo sword from the side. The students followed him towards the dojo.

Soon, afternoon practice began.

Because of her upcoming fall exams, but because some had achieved good results and continued training, Captain Kumiko was one of them.

Perhaps it was the arrival of a beautiful female teacher that made everyone even more energetic. Perhaps older women are more attractive. Or perhaps it was the prohibition against dating other boys' schools; in any case, high school girls were actually vying for her attention.

But Fujio didn't think he lacked charm. For Miyuki, it was simply a matter of falling in love, not just lust. Fujio initially had no intention of assaulting them.

Soon after starting practice, Fujio and Kumiko found themselves in a stalemate. Of course, Kumiko was exceptionally skilled, but the difference between a woman's second dan and a man's fourth dan was vast, so she was no match for Fujio.

"Hey! Step forward."

As Fujio spoke, he lightly struck Kumiko's bamboo sword, and then, using the momentum, hit her buttocks.

"Ugh..."

Fujio could feel the elasticity of her buttocks, and Kumiko cried out in pain, but despite being hit, she remained upright, using the strength of the bamboo sword.

She was the complete opposite of Miyuki; the more frustrated Kumiko became, the more determined she became. Moreover, Fujio loved Kumiko's angry eyes.

After hitting her, Fujio found another opening and continued his relentless assault.

The scent of a young girl's sweat intoxicated Fujio, and when Kumiko approached, he could smell the unique fragrance of a young girl.

At this moment, Akiko arrived at the door, having changed into a light blue dress. She seemed to have no intention of joining their practice. Her original intention was simply to take care of the students, helping them cook and clean, and she didn't want to participate in the fencing practice, so she was just there to observe the students' practice.

Just as Fujio secretly glanced at Akiko, Kumiko seized the opportunity. She swiftly advanced, her bamboo sword aimed directly at Fujio's face.

Fujio reacted instantly, but it was too late to dodge. At this moment, there was only one option: to counterattack, attacking Kumiko's face first.

Fujio moved nimbly and unconsciously, preparing to defuse the crisis, so the tip of the bamboo sword thrust powerfully straight at Kumiko's throat.

"Ah..."

Kumiko's throat throbbed with pain, her beautiful face contorted in agony. The force of the bamboo sword's impact was immense.

"Whoa!"

Akiko, watching from the side, cried out as Kumiko fell backward. The other students stopped practicing and looked towards Kumiko.

"I'm done for... I used too much force..."

Fujio was filled with regret, hurriedly removing his mask and running to Kumiko's side. Akiko, however, had already removed Kumiko's mask before him.

Kumiko fainted from the pain. Akiko helped her up, noticing a bluish-purple knife mark on her pale throat.

"Mizusawa, go get a wet towel,"

Akiko instructed Yuka, then frowned at Fujio.

"Fujio-sensei! What happened? The other person is a girl!"

A sharp voice rang out in the dojo, and all other sounds fell silent. The students all bowed their heads, as if their teacher were scolding them.

Soon, Yuka brought a wet towel and placed it on Kumiko's throat. Fujio picked Kumiko up.

"Everyone, continue practicing,"

Fujio said, then had the second-year students, who had already achieved the first dan, take charge and left. Akiko, of course, followed behind.

The sound of bamboo swords rang out again behind them, but everyone was listless because they were worried about Kumiko's condition

.

Soon, Fujio laid Kumiko down in the shaded corridor.

"What's wrong?" The teacher also came out and asked with concern when she saw Kumiko lying there.

"Oops! You overdid it..." Fujio said, while Akiko looked angry.

Kumiko's kendo uniform top was taken off.

"Men, please go over there," Akiko said in a rather unfriendly tone.

"Can I do it?"

After the teacher went to get the first aid kit, he kept staring at Kumiko's chest, which was heaving with sweat.

Kumiko only woke up when Fujio was about to leave, clutching her chest and sitting up.

"Rest for a bit, then go back to practice later."

Judging from her tone, she seemed to be alright.

"Wow! So brave, continuing to practice even with such a serious injury. But your swordsmanship is quite impressive."

After Fujio finished speaking, Kumiko smiled.

"No, kendo is a form of combat, and many people just like to knock their opponents down."

Akiko said defiantly in front of Kumiko, and sat back down on the floor under the eaves.

"Then how about you take charge of the kendo practice?" Fujio said to Akiko.

"Is that all I came to do today?" Akiko still seemed dissatisfied.

"Is that so? Then I'll take full responsibility for the kendo instruction." 　　Fujio

, reverting to his true self, said to Akiko in a victorious tone, before returning to the dojo with Kumiko.

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