[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 27, Chapter 6)

Chapter Six: The Alluring Horror Film

With societal development, cinemas no longer operate on a single model.

In the early days of cinema, the ability to gather in a large theater to watch a silent black-and-white film

was considered an unparalleled luxury. Now, vibrant, giant movie screens, top-of-the-line imported

sound equipment, and incredibly comfortable double sofas… these things have entered cinemas, becoming

a privilege enjoyed by the wealthy.

Nowadays, better cinemas are divided into large and small sections, a dozen or so in total, catering to different needs

.

The large sections are simply larger, seating more people, and offering excellent image and screen effects. Unless it's an imported

blockbuster, the price is based on standard Japanese ticket prices: 1,500 yen for men and 1,000

yen .

Smaller sections charge according to the level of luxury of their equipment, ranging from 3,000 to 10,000 yen.

Even in the smaller sections, the prices aren't considered expensive, much cheaper than in the United States, which is why the Japanese rank among the top three developed countries in terms of the number of times they go to the movies

each year .

Sakurako chose a small section with tickets costing 10,000 yen each. Stepping inside, the room, spanning over 60 square meters, contained only

a huge screen and fewer than 30 luxurious double sofas.

These sofas had covers of various colors, which were changed to

sparkling clean , and the sofas and surrounding areas were disinfected to ensure a clean and

comfortable viewing environment.

Of course, given the current openness of Japanese society, it's possible that couples might get carried away and make

love , so this meticulous cleaning was essential.

Today, since a horror film was being shown, not a comedy or romance, the attendance was low; even now , with

the movie almost starting, only about ten seats remained.

Sitting on the soft sofa, Sakura felt a surge of courage in the darkness, and she nestled into my arms, clinging

tightly to me; the rich scent and warmth of her body mingled together, filling the air.

Before the movie started, relaxing and melodious music played in the small room, promoting relaxation.

"Want some water?"

Before coming in, Sakura had bought two bottles of beer, two cans of iced cola, a box of popcorn, a box of

takoyaki ... a whole bunch of food and drinks.

"No, thank you."

"Want something to eat?"

"No, thank you."

"Want to kiss me?"

"Yes!"

The dashing beauty thought I wouldn't be able to react in time, but hearing my quick reply, she didn't even have time to roll

her eyes before I leaned down and kissed her pink lips.

"Mmm..."

The little beauty's teeth weren't tightly closed, and my tongue gently pushed into her sweet little mouth.

I happily licked and sucked Sakura's fragrant little tongue, plundering her sweet saliva; Sakura also tilted her head back

and responded to me passionately, her delicate nose emitting a cloying breath.

I was already warm from holding Sakura, and after our lips and tongues intertwined, in less than a minute, beads of sweat appeared on the beautiful girl's forehead

, and her whole body began to heat up.

I couldn't get enough of kissing Sakura, but considering her increasingly rapid breathing, I

reluctantly let her go. As she lay panting against me, I placed a hand on her back, gently soothing her

from her excitement.

Even the usually cheerful and outgoing Sakura was now completely limp and could only lean against me, comfortably

enjoying my embrace and massage.

"Mike…do you want to touch my breasts?"

the beautiful girl asked softly, lifting her sweaty head.

"You're really willing

to let me touch your little treasure so easily?" I gently pinched her delicate nose. "

I'm worried I'm not attractive enough..."

Sakura said shyly, reaching out to lightly touch my crotch. "You've been kissing me for so long, and you haven't even

felt any urge..."

I said, half-laughing and half-crying, "So Miss Kojima thinks I need to feel urges? You have no idea

how hard I've been holding back!"

The beautiful girl glared at me. "Nonsense..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt something hard pressing against her lower abdomen; the little girl instinctively reached out and

touched a large, hot penis.

"Ah!"

With a suppressed gasp, Sakura reacted as if burned, immediately letting go of the penis.

In the blink of an eye, the beauty's delicate hand trembled again as she touched him, her voice low: "Wow, Mike...it's really

big...is this your normal reaction when you don't consciously control it?"

I nodded seriously, but teased her: "So? Do you still want me to touch your breasts now?"

I thought Sakura would be shy and coquettish, but unexpectedly, without thinking, she immediately grabbed

my hand and placed it on her bulging breasts.

Even through her clothes, I could feel the beautiful girl's hot and elastic breasts, and for a moment

I almost wanted to go a step further and reach inside Sakura's sweater to completely grasp those two soft, snow-white mounds.

Unfortunately, the timing wasn't right!

I was almost being turned into a lecher by these beautiful girls, so I finally restrained myself.

"Mike, you know what?"

The beautiful girl grasped my penis through my pants, guiding my hand to her large, beautiful breasts. She

stretched swan-like neck, showering my face with kisses. "Since we reunited, I've felt

more like Dr. Nach than the Mike I knew… Only when you express your affection and desire do I truly

feel you're back, not just Dr. Nach holding me."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, revealing her immense joy.

The tears fell on my cheeks, as if landing on my heart, burning hot and

intoxicating .

"Baby!"

Without hesitation, I kissed Sakura's pink lips again, while simultaneously slipping my hand inside her low-cut sweater

, grasping one of her full, soft breasts through her bra.

So, it was my genuine nature that she loved, not my politeness.

Yes, when a young girl is with her lover, she doesn't expect things to "behave with propriety." What they truly

hope for is to conquer their lover with their charm, to make him infatuated with everything about them.

As it turns out, I was right.

The moment I touched the beautiful girl's large breasts, Sakura's delicate body trembled violently, and then she pressed herself tightly against me,

her little tongue darting out haphazardly, allowing me to greedily suck on her fragrant tongue.

This time, the intimacy lasted much longer than before.

When I released the beautiful girl, even though she was almost out of breath, she couldn't help but say coquettishly, "It...it

hurts so much down there...you didn't even know to be gentle!"

Sakura didn't need to look to clearly feel that her breasts were burning with pain;

the man holding her was really holding her tightly, but that also meant he liked her, didn't it?

In fact, things had already progressed as Sakura had expected tonight. She didn't need to rely on horror movies to

get close to the man she liked, so now, with a different mindset, she enjoyed this supposedly

rare horror blockbuster in recent years in Japan.

"Ah...ah..."

Nowadays, most Japanese girls like to express their emotions. During the movie, the girls' screams

rose and fell , and even Sakura couldn't help but join them, screaming to vent

her fear when the plot got scary.

Of course, it wasn't just about venting; Sakura found herself enjoying being held by Mike, warm and

a little languid, incredibly comforting.

Watching a horror movie with a sense of security was truly a pleasure, so Sakura became more and more excited, screaming

louder and louder, attracting the attention of many people.

Although it was impossible to see which girl was screaming, people could all tell that the girl screaming

didn't seem scared, but rather excited and joyful.

To be able to see this level of excitement in a horror movie is truly extraordinary!

The standard length of a movie is usually ninety minutes, and after screaming for fifty or sixty minutes, Sakura's

voice was already nearly hoarse, and even drinking several bottles of mineral water couldn't help.

I knew perfectly well that the spirited young woman's screams weren't just due to the movie plot; it was also a form of

catharsis . It was a release of her longing for me, the joy of finally being my girlfriend, and

even some erotic pleasure… a mix of emotions that contributed to her current state.

As soon as the movie ended, the young woman immediately ran to the nearby restroom, while I naturally waited

for her in the nearby rest area.

Horror movies aren't mainstream in theaters, so the start and end times differed from the most popular American

blockbusters and Japanese romance films. While others were engrossed in the movie,

only a few hundred people emerged from the various theaters, many of them leaving the theater altogether.

The theater's ticket hall was blasting heat, but the sparse crowd made it feel almost empty.

Japan's land is limited, especially Tokyo, which is densely populated. Therefore, this theater couldn't

be located on the ground floor facing the street; instead, it occupied the 23rd, 24th, and 5th floors of the building. Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling

reinforced glass, Tokyo's night view was still dazzling and captivating.

It is precisely because of its modern prosperity and beauty that Tokyo attracts young people from all over Japan, as well as

capital and talented individuals from around the world.

However, behind the glitz and glamour lie countless untold hardships. Tokyo may be wonderful, but only one

percent ; the vast majority still struggle in this city.

"You can't treat me like this!"

A commotion arose nearby. I looked up and saw that not far from me was

the cinema 's office, where several people were arguing at the door.

The speaker was a gray-haired man, who looked to be in his forties; the other person confronting him was

a middle-aged man of similar age, surrounded by several young people.

The group of people were all wearing uniforms similar to those of the cashiers, presumably cinema staff.

The gray-haired man's face was sallow and pale; from a doctor's perspective, he was suffering from chronic

malnutrition .

Even in the warm environment, his long overcoat was tightly buttoned up, further emphasizing his

thin frame.

"I work so hard, and you fire me because of a customer's unreasonable behavior. What will happen to my

wife and children without a job?"

the gray-haired man continued, his face flushed.

"If you can't satisfy the customers 100%, we have no choice but to fire you. This is the boss's

decision , it has nothing to do with me."

The middle-aged man in uniform, a supervisor, said coldly, "You'll get the same result no matter how many times you come back. Just

accept it and find a new job!"

"I've worked here for twenty years. What else can I do besides work here?"

the gray-haired man roared.

"I don't know."

The supervisor didn't even look at him and said to the young men beside him, "Take Mr. Miyazawa Akira out. Don't

let him disturb the customers."

"Yes!"

The supervisor turned and went into the office amidst the subordinates' responses.

The gray-haired man named Miyazawa Akira panicked when he saw this and tried to rush in to talk to the supervisor, but

was stopped by the young men, who pushed and dragged him outside.

"Stop! Stop!"

Miyazawa Akira, being forcibly dragged away, shouted, "I need to go to the toilet! Let me go to the toilet!

Otherwise I'll pee in my pants!"

The young people stopped in their tracks, exchanged glances, and discussed briefly. They decided it wasn't good to let him cause trouble here; it would be better

to let him go to the toilet first, since he couldn't really do anything funny.

So, while they stood guard outside the toilet, Miyazawa Akira angrily walked towards it alone. The

fleeting look of despair and anger in his eyes startled even me, who had been indifferent.

I subconsciously looked at Miyazawa Akira's figure.

After he disappeared around the corner of the toilet, I vaguely felt something was wrong, then chuckled to myself:

"Have I been too tired lately, to the point of being too stressed?"

As soon as I turned my head, I suddenly shuddered.

No!

How could someone as thin as a bamboo pole have a rounded waist?

He must have something stuffed in there!

Remembering his earlier desperate and angry eyes, a thought flashed through my mind. I immediately

activated my phone's satellite infrared scanning system and spotted a large red circle on this floor, instantly marking a series of

data points.

Damn it!

It really was a bomb!

I'm quite good at observing people. Miyazawa Akira was clearly just an ordinary office worker struggling at the bottom of society,

so why would he have a bomb?

Japanese yakuza fights mostly involve knives, guns, and clubs; even handguns are rare, let alone bombs.

But this isn't about how an ordinary person could possess a bomb. The bomb on Miyazawa Akira was no

ordinary . According to the data analysis, it was equivalent to the explosives of thirty ordinary hand grenades—a staggering amount.

If he used the bomb because his demands weren't met, it would cause devastating damage to everyone on this floor, and even

those .

Thinking this, I turned and headed towards the restroom.

It was during a break between movie screenings, and the lobby wasn't crowded. When I entered the restroom, there were only three people in the

spacious stall.

I glanced around; two were men who had just come in from outside, ready to watch a movie, and the other was a drunkard muttering something in front of

the sink … Miyazawa Akira wasn't among them, so he

must be in stall number twelve.

I pretended to look for an empty stall and walked from the entrance.

Satellite infrared detection indicated that Miyazawa Akira was in the stall closest to the back, so I entered the second-to-last stall

next to .

Closing the door, I heard faint mutterings beside me.

"Damn it! I'm going to kill them… I won't live, and they won't live either… Seiko, Daddy can't

watch you grow up… Not only will these bastards die, but my movie theater will also leave this world with me…

Wife, I'm sorry, you have to raise Seiko well…"

Such incoherent and frantic mutterings proved that Miyazawa Akira's mind was on the verge of collapse

.

If he loses control of his nerves, he will rush out, unleash a hysterical outburst of curses, and

detonate explosives, sending hundreds of people down with him into hell.

For such pitiful people in reality, I feel more sympathy than anything else.

With societal development, people's lives have become wealthier, but their spirits have gradually become impoverished.

When Dr. Gonzalez and I discussed this issue, we both felt that

the spiritual emptiness of those who are economically developed and wealthy is far greater than that of the poor.

This doesn't mean the poor don't experience spiritual pressure; it depends on the type.

Those who engage in manual labor and are frequently in contact with nature, such as farmers, fishermen, ranchers

, and gardeners, often have very high levels of spiritual satisfaction. However, those living in cities, constantly struggling for

survival, often experience spiritual pressure similar to that of the wealthy.

Tokyo, Japan, has always been internationally recognized as one of the three most stressful cities, and

there are many .

But due to the resilience and forbearance of the Japanese people, those who suddenly lose control and prepare a brutal

revenge are not many.

My thoughts quickly returned to normal. Now wasn't the time to discuss the mental state of ordinary Tokyo office workers; I needed to

stop .

Thinking this, I looked up. These toilets weren't topped off; instead, there were large gaps at the top and bottom.

That was convenient for me. I unbuttoned a metal button from my sleeve, squeezed it hard, and casually

tossed the decorative object aside.

"Plop..."

A soft sound followed, then a thud.

After hearing two people open their doors and leave, I darted out of my stall and rushed into

Miyazawa Akira's.

He was leaning against the partition, slumped on the floor.

Opening his trench coat, I saw a ring of bombs strapped to his waist, all connected by wires. A

simple press of the red button on his lower abdomen would ignite the circuit and detonate the bombs.

Thankfully, these homemade, unstable bombs hadn't accidentally detonated during the scuffle

… It would have been terrible if I hadn't even had a chance to save everyone.

I quickly dismantled all his "bombs," removing the fuses to prevent them from detonating, and then confidently

tossed them into the flush tank.

The next step was to take him to Suzuki Private Hospital. People with mental health issues like him need

treatment before they can go home; otherwise, leaving him anywhere would be a ticking time bomb for society.

But I didn't need to do that. I just called Suzuki Private Hospital to have someone come and take him home

.

Judging from Miyazawa Akira's words and eyes, the resentment and anger in his heart were about to

explode . To cure him, I needed to find a way to release all his pent-up emotions before proceeding with the next step

of treatment.

What a hassle!

Goto Momoko's treatment had just begun, and now a new patient had arrived. As a doctor, I couldn't just stand by and

watch him die , so I had to work harder.

Sighing, I came out of the cubicle; outside, only the drunken man remained. After all that fuss, he pulled several Coffee Cat plush toys, about the size of a palm, from a backpack

beside him . A strip of cloth bore

the word "Haisen" and had a keychain at the end, suggesting they were company giveaways.

He had at least fifty or sixty of these Coffee Cat keychains in his backpack, indicating he was a

company deliveryman.

This drunkard was really neglecting his duties; if he were delivering them outside the movie theater, he could finish quickly, but

instead he was hiding away drinking, and being drunk meant he couldn't work.

The thought only flashed through my mind, and I started to walk away.

But as I was about to pass him by, a sudden thought struck me. Looking at his backpack full of Coffee Cat keychains

, a faint smile appeared on my face.

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