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

Chapter Two: "Looking Up At The Fallen Star" - Part Sixteen A voice, so thin that it seemed it could reach the cosmos, escaped with a soft "Hiii." There was no resistance or denial in it; instead, the scream felt like a prelude celebrating and singing in anticipation of reaching ecstasy. Just like what I did earlier, this was a clear-cut act, devoid of any other intentions, with my student as the partner. It was a crime. Whether doing the touching or being the one getting touched, it was illegal and unforgivable. Moreover, it was an affair. The base of my fingers sunk into the bed as they clenched. Although I had a husband, I was allowing this—um, but… how did I feel… A breathy voice, whispering "Sensei…" trailed over my neck, and I felt my mind about to go blank. My life was being shredded into pieces. Lines were drawn across everything that had been smooth, and it was all falling apart. I was exchanging destruction for a fleeting desire. It was the kind of dead-end so commonplace in life. The strain on my brain from the situation of letting a student relentlessly touch my chest triggered illusions and hallucinations. Sparks flashed like dizzying light, and a roaring noise thundered past my ears like falling rain. "I'm sure it's especially true for boys, they'd want to touch or see Sensei's chest... but that's what they're all thinking, right?" Togawa-san spoke in raspy breaths, expertly rousing my sense of embarrassment. "Well... during puberty, that's just how it is..." "Then... I'm in puberty, too." As her fingers began moving back and forth, as though squeezing, any semblance of composure left between us eroded into nothing, and our breathing becomes increasingly impatient. Togawa-san leaned against my back for support, and we both bent forward increasingly. Her fingers moved with bolder, clear grabbing motions. "Sensei... Sensei's... Sensei…" Each poignant call sent static noise coursing through my brain. "I think could touch Sensei's boobs forever…" A droplet, distilling the essence of youth, fell upon me. Accepting that undiluted essence without an umbrella, I endured for all it was worth. How long had I, coaxed by my student, participated in this affair? Beyond touching my chest, we hadn't gone any further. Barely managing that, today. When I caught Togawa-san's lingering, wistful expression after she finally withdrew her hands, I averted my eyes lest the mistake continued to snowball. While casting my gaze downward, I tried to gauge her condition. Her face, flushed deeply, seemed as if the fever which had started to dissipate was rekindled. Her dazed eyes, softened by a multitude of emotions, caught hold of me. "Let's make sure to forget this, Sensei." "…………………………………………Yeah." We both knew very well that forgetting this was impossible. We parted ways, quietly dragging along the aftertaste of what we had come to know. The apartment I returned to after fooling around with my student’s chest looked as if it were lurking in a darkness deeper than night. Today had truly been fatal. A decisive fissure had formed, one that wouldn't stop expanding. How much longer could it be postponed? How long could the broken wall be concealed by the poster of everyday life? "Welcome back." To my husband's casual greeting, without any sign of suspicion, I replied. "I'm home." It was a completely different greeting to the one I greeted Togawa-san with, and I pretended it was the same. Ah. This is how one becomes adept at lying. I put another layer of myself on top of my face. There was no future, and I, a collection of remnants of the past, smiled at my husband as usual.