[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 27, Chapter 5)

Chapter Five: The Glasses-Wearing Busty Girl

The movie theater Sakurako found wasn't too far from Honmachi, near Nishi-Ikebukuro.

Nishi-Ikebukuro is home to Rikkyo University, one of Japan's most prestigious universities. Although Rikkyo University is surrounded

by lush greenery and is a Christian university, it doesn't mean its students are celibate.

In fact, the area boasts a wealth of entertainment, from food and drinks to games. If you're lucky and

have the means , you can even bring a beautiful female university student home from one of the bars.

The current trend among young people in Japan is similar to that in the United States; teenagers tend towards an open and dissolute

lifestyle . They believe that nothing is off-limits in youth, so they indulge in all sorts of entertainment, far

removed from the traditions and moderation of Eastern culture.

Many Japanese professors have called for a revival of the Japanese spirit, urging against the erosion

of the .

Unfortunately, in a money-driven society, few listen to advice; university students and recent graduates

squander their youth as they please.

When we left the hospital, Sakurako and I had already changed our clothes.

I changed out of my doctor's coat and into a thick cotton shirt and jeans, making me look much younger with my ordinary appearance.

Sakura wore a woolen hat and black-rimmed glasses, dressed

in denim midi skirt. On the train, I overheard several high school students whispering and swallowing, saying that this

busty bespectacled girl was a real stunner.

Indeed.

No matter how much the dashing beauty tried to restrain herself, she couldn't stop her enormous breasts from straining against her sweater. Their

magnificent appearance attracted many perverts on the train, and I, of course, didn't hesitate to hold her

tightly in my arms, enjoying the beauty of her figure all to myself.

It was dusk in Nishi-Ikebukuro, and couples were everywhere, strolling and eating. Under the streetlights, beside shop windows, at

subway entrances... everywhere you looked, you could see couples kissing.

Sakura had seen this many times before and didn't feel anything special. Besides, given her family background and the entourage she

had with her, no one dared to harass her. Now, without anyone teasing me, the dashing young woman fell into my

arms, and I carried her as we walked.

Of course, I wouldn't refuse such a stroke of luck. Holding the beauty in my arms, I discussed the surrounding architecture and scenery with her,

and soon Sakura became lively again.

There were many restaurants near the cinema, and Sakura pulled me straight into a small street lined with

brightly lit , several with varying numbers of people queuing outside.

Generally speaking, Japanese people don't like to fake things, especially in their own country.

So, any restaurant with a queue during mealtimes is worth trying, because it

might just be a hidden gem.

Sakura led me into the small shop with the longest queue.

They only sold one thing—curry beef buns. The golden-brown fried dough was filled with a rich curry sauce

that permeated the beef filling, even seeping into the dough itself.

If you didn't tear it in half before eating, your lips would get blisters from the heat.

After tearing it open, wait a moment for the aroma to fill your senses before taking a bite. The chewy flatbread,

the rich curry flavor, and the tender, sweet beef all stimulate your taste buds. Then, take a sip of the complimentary

secret-recipe pork bone broth—the sheer bliss is indescribable.

These words were spoken by Sakura. The beautiful girl, full of longing, didn't queue but instead sat at

the best empty seat, marked "Reserved."

The shop had limited seating—only ten long tables that seated four people each, and they were quite cramped.

This particular table was a small round one, tucked away in a corner, offering a quiet respite from the noise.

The ten long tables were already full of forty customers, enjoying their food while glancing at

Sakura and me, occasionally whispering amongst themselves.

From their conversation, I learned they were regulars, and the round table we were sitting at had been marked "Reserved"

for years , but rarely used. Customers often advised the owner to use the reservation, saying he could return it to the person who made

the reservation , but the owner always just smiled and shook his head.

When asked if she had reserved the spot, the young woman shook her head: "This shop is owned by a relative of Bo Yuan

. Because Bo Yuan's father helped fund it, he reserves a spot for Bo Yuan's family. Bo Yuan always brings me here when she comes to

Tokyo ; taking advantage of this, I occasionally come to eat their curry beef buns, they

're absolutely delicious."

When she mentioned Bo Yuan, I pictured a petite, cute, and mischievous young girl. The girl did resemble

Xiao Chun somewhat, both coming from families with yakuza connections, and both petite and mischievous.

Just then, a waiter came over without being asked, carrying a tray.

"Miss Yingzi, your boyfriend looks rather ordinary, doesn't he?"

the woman in her forties said with a grin.

Sakura smiled and replied, "He's just my friend, and besides, I don't think he's ugly..."

The old woman put down her food plate, turned to me, and said, "Hehe, young man, you have to try your best!

You'll be very happy if you can win over Miss Sakura!"

"Auntie Ishikawa..."

Sakura tugged at her clothes playfully, and the old woman smiled happily at this.

"Okay, enough joking around, you guys hurry up and eat, I have to go!"

The old woman knew she couldn't be a third wheel, so she turned and left after a few words.

The dashing young woman's face was flushed, and she looked beautiful under the yellow light.

"Mike, come on, let's eat!"

With that, Sakura picked up a curry beef bun and tore it open gently. Instantly, a burst of hot steam escaped from the tear,

and the mixed aroma of curry and beef filled the air between us.

She handed me half of the torn curry beef bun, while she held the other half,

blowing on .

This is what it's like for couples to eat together.

Sharing half wasn't unusual, but Koharu and Eri often fed me their half-eaten meat, vegetables, and

broth that was real affection.

On my first date with someone I liked, the spirited and beautiful girl seemed noticeably shy; she just kept her head down and ate.

She occasionally glanced up at me, but didn't say much.

At times like these, I naturally had to be a man and talk more; I told

her a few funny stories from my time in America, making her giggle uncontrollably, almost choking up several times.

The shop wasn't big, and Sakura's silvery laughter attracted a lot of attention.

Although her glasses and hat concealed her beauty, the girl's delicate features and large, beautiful breasts still caught the eye of those

who saw her; two young men, in particular, had their eyes darting around with lustful glints in their eyes.

With me beside her, Sakura ate an unusually large meal today, eating two curry beef buns and

drinking a large bowl of soup, her stomach feeling quite full.

Despite her slender figure and ample bosom, Sakura had a small appetite. Normally, she would only

eat one curry beef bun and drink half a bowl of soup, mainly to maintain her figure and avoid gaining weight.

Coincidentally, Eri ate the same way before she met me.

The contrast between this voluptuous girl and the slender, doll-like beauty like Koharu was striking.

Koharu, in her quest for a better figure, often ate excessively, yet remained petite and delicate;

while Eri and Sakura, even without eating, maintained their enormous breasts and shapely buttocks, making

slender beauties like Koharu and Midori incredibly envious.

Fortunately, after our encounter, the beauties received some essence,

changing . Their breasts and buttocks grew larger, and they gained a radiant glow, becoming stunningly beautiful, which made

them feel a little better.

"You ate too much, you should walk with me a little longer..."

Leaving the store, Sakura naturally took my arm.

There was still half an hour before the movie started; Sakura had bought tickets for the VIP section, where the crowds weren't

so large, so we didn't need to go in too early.

I nodded and smiled, and we strolled along the street.

Sakurako has a cheerful and outgoing personality and doesn't particularly enjoy shopping on the street. If she needs something, she usually

goes to high-end stores, not for the brand name, but because she likes the quality and style and doesn't want to bother with complicated details.

Of course, it's not just Sakurako; most of the girls at Sakura Academy have their clothes and belongings custom-made, so they

don't really need to buy much.

Japanese streets are usually not wide. As we turned a corner, a few grinning thugs appeared in front of us

, surrounding us.

My eyesight is excellent, and I recognized two of them—

the same two who .

"Haha, little bespectacled girl, come play with your brothers! What's the point of following this bookworm?"

they said to Sakurako with drooling eyes, completely ignoring me.

Sakurako frowned slightly, and before I could react, the beautiful girl raised and twisted her right leg

, delivering a beautiful side kick to the thug who had spoken, with a "thud. "

"Ugh!"

The thug clutched his stomach, his face pale, and collapsed to the ground, unable to utter a single word.

"You're asking for it!"

The thugs weren't blind; they immediately knew Sakura had martial arts training and threw punches.

Embarrassingly, I was ignored again, and all the punches went at Sakura.

The valiant young woman remained calm, her slender arms flashing as she wrapped her arms around my waist, her legs leaping into the air, her whole

body soaring through the air.

"Bang bang bang..."

Sakura's slender legs struck the charging thugs in the body and head, spinning them around, sending the remaining three

thugs flying.

Her movements were clean, swift, and fluid—no wonder she was a beautiful girl who had practiced Taekwondo for a long time!

"Ouch..."

The thugs, writhing in pain, lay on the ground, crying out in agony.

Passersby immediately understood what had happened, secretly applauding but quickly making way,

unwilling to get involved.

Brushing imaginary dust off her little hands, Sakura looked at her spoils with a smug expression. "Mike, how about that?

I'm not that much worse than you, am I?"

"Of course, our little Sakura is amazing!"

I praised her, then added gently, "But when you're out, don't be a brat.

Safety is the most important thing! If you mention your dad's name, who would dare mess with you? If those punks hurt you,

I'd be crying my eyes out."

"Hehe... It's because you're here that I'm not afraid!" Feeling my concern, Sakura

felt a warmth in her heart and took my hand again, saying softly, "I know how to be careful usually! Besides, Mom assigned me

a few bodyguards, but I didn't let them come with me this time."

We left, chatting and laughing. The group of thugs lying on the ground, groaning in pain, took a while to recover because Sakura had hit them too

hard.

Several of them sat together, their anger burning.

"Ah Ming, call Big Brother and tell him we've been bullied!"

"You need to bother Big Brother with something so small?"

"Of course we do! Humph! Once Big Brother comes, after we've had our way with that bespectacled, big-breasted girl, we can

at least get some leftovers. Otherwise, how are we supposed to get revenge?"

"That's true!"

"Yeah! Even if she's a fallen woman, I'll still ruin her!"

A group of thugs started discussing this wildly imaginative idea...

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