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

Chapter Two: "Looking Up At The Fallen Star" - Part Fifteen Togawa-san's alluring plea left me drenched in sweat. I knew this would happen, I understood it, which is why I came. "This sort of thing... is wrong..." The thin thread of my rationality tried to resist but was losing its grip. The soft outline of a teacher, more delicate than a leftover scrap of paper, made one last feeble attempt to hold on. "Sensei," Togawa-san's voice soothingly caressed my hair and ears, gently crushing the outline of my resolve. At my limit, my body instinctively tried to retreat to an imaginary refuge, but Togawa-san held me back. "Take off my clothes," "...Ah," This was the end. I faced the reality that if I had intended to refuse, I wouldn’t have come in the first place, and I gave up. With shaking hands, I removed Togawa-san’s shirt, suppressing the turmoil churning deep in my throat. Unlike yesterday, the shirt came off easily without sticking to her skin, revealing a soft, milky radiance beneath. I gazed directly at Togawa-san’s bare upper body, feeling my face flush so intensely that I heard the sound of blood vessels straining. Dropping the shirt powerlessly, I shifted my shoulders, weighed down as if they were about to break. I hadn't even prepared a towel today, so my palm reached directly for Togawa-san. "Sensei's hands will wipe it, right?" I didn't understand her meaning; any pretense was stripped away. This was simply... I was touching Togawa-san's body. As a teacher, I was in bed with my student. Whether she was sixteen or seventeen was irrelevant; this was purely an act of passion. I was aroused by Togawa-san's body, and Togawa-san was accepting it. There's no way to hide it anymore, I'm aroused by Togawa-san's body. I'm so stimulated by the current situation that it's giving me a headache. A student, a girl ten years younger than me. I'm cupping her breasts. Who exactly am I? When did I die and get reborn? To become such a worthless teacher? What was happening yesterday, last night, and what is happening now in front of me all overlap and form multiple lines, causing my eyes to become abnormal. "...Ahaha, you've been touching my boobs a lot today, sensei." When she pointed it out, the area under my eye split open as I silently screamed with heat and pain. Crime. Crime, crime, crime, crime, the screams kept hitting my skull. Each time I felt dizzy, and beyond that was the smoothness of a teenager. It was full of enough freshness to satisfy something dry within me. Watching as her breasts changed shape in response to my hands was so overwhelming I involuntarily withdrew. Togawa-san, her ears becoming bright red, laughed softly at my reaction. "There's no need to hold back, sensei," With those words, Togawa-san easily took hold of my retreating hand, guiding it back to her chest. A short cry escaped my throat, followed by the overwhelming sensation that flooded my palm, buzzing in my ears. I couldn't stop. The wheel of heat kept spinning, driving me forward. A syrupy, blood-like warmth flowed into my head and chest. Merely by touching another's body, unknown feelings and sensations rose one after another inside me. I had never felt my blood coursing through me so keenly. Perhaps this relentless current of blood holds sway over all that is human. Staring at the wedding ring on my hand as it ravaged her chest, I felt something scything across my blood. Yet, it lacked the power to restrain me, and it quickly reverted back. Change, move, shape—change, move. It was something I should also possess within my own chest, yet it was urging my mind into transformation. Each time I toyed with Togawa-san’s chest, I died once over and was reborn anew. "...Ah," When Togawa-san let out a sound of restraint, the warning light finally flicked on. I mustn't go any further. Even though this threshold was already an irreversible mistake, to push past it would hasten the collapse of my life. I tear my arms away from Togawa-san’s chest, struggling to snap the threads of desire still clinging to me. "Togawa-san, put your shirt back on," I thrust the shirt that had fallen to the bed towards her. "I’ve wiped it properly," "...Okay," Togawa-san shuddered slightly, then proceeded to clothe herself. Undressing a person still recovering from illness felt like an egregious mistake. Even after she wore her shirt again, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I could still see what lay beneath and couldn’t meet her eyes properly. "Sensei," Togawa-san’s voice playfully scratched at my heart like claws. Even after redressing, we remained eye-to-eye, close enough to breathe the same air. "Let me touch your chest too, sensei," Togawa-san’s eyes gleamed with the desire she held within. Placing her hand on my leg, she closed the nonexistent gap between us, pressing further into me. "It’s unfair if it’s only me," "Unfair, unfair, you say," She meant me, of course. I was indeed unfair. After all, I took full advantage of my position as a teacher to savor this young girl’s chest. Just die. "I’ll forget about today," Togawa-san lied. "If you forget too, then it’s okay, right?" Togawa-san was lying. There's no way I can forget something like this. It's an experience that will be engraved into my very body. Yet... If I felt this much anticipation when I touched her— My brain swelled with wondering what it would be like if positions were reversed. Besides, Togawa-san also seemed to desire my body, which tempted me. "Over the clothes," It was an indirect, nonsensical form of acceptance, leaving me unsure of any concession it might offer. Togawa-san reached out but halted midway. As she looked into my eyes, her lower lip quivered. Then, moving on all fours atop the bed, she slipped behind me. "From behind...?" "It’s embarrassing to touch while looking at your face, sensei..." "................................" I should have considered that. But from behind, I wouldn’t have been able to fully observe Togawa-san’s chest movements. Just die. Through the slight gap between us, I felt her heartbeat against my back. Her two hands snaked under my arms, paused tremblingly for a moment. Then, her fingers touched my chest, and I felt as though another connection to my mundane existence had snapped. Blood rained, scorching as it echoed above my ears. Her fingers and voice trembled faintly, like a feeble echo. What swirled now must be akin to what I'd experienced yesterday. Looking down, I saw my student's delicate fingers firmly grasping at my chest.