2.13 - A Story About a Married Teacher Who Becomes Obsessed With Her Female Student

Chapter 2: "Looking Up At The Fallen Star" - Part 13 When pointed out, it only made the heat within me seem ready to burst forth more intensely. I could feel it as if webs of heat clung to my cheeks and ears. Togawa-san, however, appeared to settle into the situation as her lips moved with smooth confidence. I awkwardly shifted my gaze around, like a drunk person, unsure where to rest my eyes, as I wiped Togawa-san's body. It was certainly covered in sweat, which I tried to wipe away with the towel. Just moving the towel, that's all. Because it's a towel. As a teacher, it's the natural thing to do. I should act confident—impossible, no way. "Cute," Togawa-san summed up my flustered state in a single word. "What's an adult supposed to say to that?" "Because you seem so hesitant to touch around my chest." "...Well, you see, Togawa-san, um..." No words came out. Other than the overwhelming feeling that if I touched, I wouldn't be able to stop, nothing emerged. "There's sweat under my breasts, too... please." "R-right." I had to oblige since she asked. This was caregiving; I needed to remove her discomfort. My throat was already parched, with a burnt taste lingering every time I spoke. I placed the towel beneath her breasts. Fingers skimmed over her skin through the towel. They moved, lifted. It was a simple motion—one I was accustomed to when wiping my own body—yet something about it was closing in on me. The tightness of teenage skin left me speechless, as if my very soul was being drawn in. Regardless of the circumstances, the fact remained I was touching a sixteen-year-old student's chest, a reality without need for deliberation—the answer was clear. This was significant, and if discovered, punishments would naturally follow. In this room devoid of the scent of the sea, what on earth was I doing? "Oh, wow... you’re staring at my breasts..." "Idiot..." As she voiced the truth, bubbles of embarrassment popped within me. Yet before me was her chest, unabashedly exposed; who wouldn't look at such a beautifully formed chest of a lovely girl? I felt no resistance against my own attraction. She was beautiful. And inevitably, a long-dormant part of my heart began to stir. Even if I held my breath, staring at her chest felt as if it could sustain my life. That's how overwhelmingly life-giving Togawa-san's chest was. What nonsense am I thinking? Die already. Drowning in self-loathing, I continued to wipe Togawa-san, unable to tear my gaze from her chest. "It's done, I'm done... it's over." Reaching my limit, I drew back and turned my face away as far as possible. The towel's grip rubbed against the base of my fingers. "Thanks... sensei," she laughed, the sound fluttering like a butterfly's wings to tease at my cheeks. "You're welcome." Don't look. I won't look at Togawa-san. Won't look at her chest. My eyes flickered, and I began to feel nauseous. "Did you put on your shirt?" "I did. Sensei, why are you facing away from me the whole time?" The laughter flitted airily, like butterfly wings, teasing my cheeks. "...Don't ask what you already know." With heat lingering sharply upon my cheeks, I coaxed Togawa-san to lie down. She obediently rolled over but continued to watch me steadfastly. "You’re the first person I've shown myself naked to, sensei." A small sound like my ears igniting echoed in my head. The urge to scratch at them until they crumple nearly overcame me. "I... um, you don’t need to count me." "Why not?" "Because this was just caregiving." The air became indescribably tense, but it was still nursing. I only wiped Togawa-san’s sweat to keep her clean; beyond that, nothing more happened. Truly. If I didn't clench my heart tight like a fist, the beating might drown me. "Well... I guess this is what it is..." Her whisper, too quiet by the end to fully catch, left me wondering what she had said. "Sensei." Every time she called out, two emotions sprang forth in my chest. A joy like finding my place, and a fear of being severed from where I once was—both intently present. There was a sense my existence was converging into Togawa-san. "I'm so, so, so..." Emotions surged once, twice, swelling and threatening to burst, pressing down hard. "...happy you came." Was this the feeling of all of one's emotions coalescing? The spectrum of emotions welling in my chest overlapped with Togawa-san's feelings and hands. I wanted to protect this child. To keep all harm from touching her. That desire included my own wish to allow no one else to touch her. "If things get hard, I’ll always come." I gently placed a hand on Togawa-san’s cheek. "Because I am..." Yours. "...because I am a teacher." This was the only place where I could hide my true feelings. Togawa-san closed her eyes, satisfied as if she understood everything I tried to conceal. Back at school or when I returned to face my husband in our apartment, Togawa Rin filled my thoughts entirely. While completing tasks and engaging in conversations, my mind remained fixated on Togawa-san. It felt as if someone else had taken over my body, nonchalantly moving through life until the memories surged back, threatening to drop me to my knees. I vividly recalled Togawa-san's bare skin over and over, knees nearly buckling under the weight. With remnants of that fogginess, I crawled into bed. The room lay in darkness, yet my mind existed solely in that pre-dusk moment. My heart pounded noisily, turmoil preventing me from sleeping. To quiet it down, I called upon that singular presence. "...Togawa-san..." For the first time, I whispered the name of a student under the covers at night. My voice was laden with unexpected dampness and heat, clouding the darkness around me. The next day, Togawa-san did not appear in the classroom. I knew she wouldn't. I had received a message from Togawa-san early that morning before departing. Reporting directly to me rather than through the school was perhaps not ideal, but she said her lingering fever hadn't fully resolved. 'I feel much better than yesterday, really.' 'Have you managed to eat anything?' 'Yeah. I drank some apple juice.' Not quite eating. 'I didn't have anything easy to whip up. Didn't really feel like eating enough to cook.' 'In that case, don't push it. Just take what you can.' 'I'm so glad my nose has cleared up.' 'Rest at home peacefully today, too.' A pause lingered before her next reply, long enough for me to nearly set the phone aside. 'If it's okay... could you come again, sensei?' "..." My own response took time. I was a teacher to everyone, not just Togawa-san. The guilt from reliving yesterday's memories clashed with a barely acknowledged excitement. Those superficial reasons waged an internal conflict, desperately trying to obscure deeper truths. Because if I went, surely once more... Once more, I'd see that girl's bare skin... There was a tightness around my throat brought on by fear or perhaps joy. 'Is there anything you need me to bring?' I heard my rational mind sigh in disappointment at my inability to resist. 'I just want you, sensei. Nothing else.'