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

Chapter 3: In The Sea Without Borders - Part Three "And, I know... Sensei must have saved my picture too, right?" She smiled knowingly, seeing right through me. "I didn't." I shook my head with a firm no. "That's impossible. It's already obvious that you're a pervert, Sensei..." "Don't say things like that... at school..." Given what I was about to do with Togawa-san, her words seemed ironic. "Sensei, you avoid looking at me even in the classroom, don't you?" "Cute," Togawa-san says, playfully stroked my cheek with a finger, making the spot tingle. "It's because it would create an awkward atmosphere if our eyes met." "Maybe" Before, even when our eyes met, I could look away naturally. But now, it felt like a missed opportunity, and I struggled to not maintain eye contact longer than necessary. This unnaturalness might lead to complications. "I'm fine with staring at Sensei, so it's good for me." "…Maybe that's true." I could always feel Togawa-san's gaze during lessons. What set hers apart from the others, allowing me to perceive it so clearly, remained a mystery. And I knew that when I was facing the blackboard, Togawa-san's gaze was fixed on my rear. That's why I was always desperate to control the flush that crept up while I was writing, hoping to calm it down. Admonishing her to stop looking at my rear is something I can hardly bring myself to say. Also, even though it's over now, the idea that Togawa-san found me attractive... didn't feel bad. Things that would normally bother me if done by anyone else became acceptable, as if flipped on their axis. I was on the verge of finding a name for these feelings, so I quickly distracted myself with mundane thoughts. "Let's have lunch." "Yeah, we don't have much time." Time. Even though the lunch break had just started, time felt precious. For what's coming afterwards. Just like me, Togawa-san is quite something... experiencing her adolescence. Togawa-san continued with her usual snack-like lunch, and my own was a simple bento box. And— "Here." My bento was almost the same as my husband's, but with one difference. Offering a piece of rolled omelet, something I had more of compared to my husband's bento, I extended it to Togawa-san. As she leaned forward and happily took a bite, it reminded me of that day I asked her what she wanted to eat, and she chose rolled omelet. It has become a tradition since then. "Sensei's omelet is so delicious." "Is the sweetness to your liking?" Since she mentioned she liked it sweet, I had been experimenting with various recipes. Reflecting on it, this was my first experience cooking with someone in mind. My husband would always say everything was delicious, and as for myself, well, let's just say I've been cooking rather aimlessly up until now, merely following the steps I learned without much thought. Hearing Togawa-san say my omelet was delicious... felt ticklish, in a good way. It made me think about what changes I would make for next time. It’s always been this way, but there’s so much I learn from Togawa-san. Were this purely a teacher-student relationship, how beautiful it would have been. But we couldn't settle for just that, and so Togawa-san’s lips—having been eagerly waiting for me to finish eating—gently approach me. "...Shall we?" Faced with a high school girl's invitation, accompanied by a voice that seemed to reach inside my mind, I found no strength to resist. We were both liars. It's obviously impossible for either of us to forget. If anyone saw us like this, it would be the end for me. As for Togawa-san... it's unclear. She might be portrayed as a victim in the prying eyes of others, but that narrative isn't certain. A mutual understanding exists that we're wagering much differently as our shared secret begins. Locking the door, Togawa-san sat directly on the floor, gesturing for me to join her. The smile that accompanied it could best be described as seductive, and the glimmer of her teeth beyond her lips stirred a frenzy within me. My shoulders and feet felt heavy with guilt, yet it didn't deter my steps as I found myself moving toward her. I slowly sat down between Togawa-san's legs. Immediately, she wrapped me in a firm embrace from behind. Her hair and scent filled my senses like the crashing of waves, squeezing my heart. As my heart raced with an intensity that surely revealed itself, Togawa-san continued to cradle me, snug in her arms, eyes closed like one at rest. Supporting her embrace with my own hands, I simply accepted the moment. "Sensei..." Togawa-san always called me that, but she never said more. She restrained herself from the rest of what she wished to express. I knew where her words led and could provide the perfect answer. But I pretended not to notice. If we were to exchange those words even once, it feels like there would be no stopping after that, so I keep putting it off. When her grip loosened slightly, my shoulders tense up for what would come next. Togawa-san's pale fingers, nails newly manicured, cupped my breasts. Even through my suit, with my underwear in between, a shiver ran down my spine. My legs twitched in response without a hint of disgust. If anything, the surging tension felt eagerly anticipated. Her fingers moved lightly over the fabric like a greeting, first triggering my neck to tremble. Sensing it, she brushed her lips over my neck, intensifying the sensations. As if she'd finished her warm up, Togawa-san's movements grew bolder. My skin was flushed, sparks flashed behind my eyes with each blink. When I felt Togawa-san's fingers grasp my breasts firmly, as if to confirm them, I had the illusion of blood flowing from my forehead. From my view, the faculty prep room door seemed like it was miles away. "No one would ever imagine that the teacher who's about to stand at the podium was having her boobs fondled during lunch break... No one would ever imagine that the teacher who's teaching seriously and with her textbook open was making this face... Right?" But none of that mattered when a murmured whisper from Togawa-san surpassed any limit of what I could handle. So far, her hands had never ventured beneath my clothes. Something like half-hearted obscenity yet still offering plausible deniability. "It's only me that knows... just me...right? Sensei..." At times, Togawa-san displayed possessiveness, evoking raw, dirty emotions within me. Feelings with such a strong, overpowering flavor that even just holding them in my mouth is a struggle, leaving a lingering aftertaste that won’t fade. A sense of fulfillment I never knew existed within myself. "Only Togawa-san..." Reflexively, I echoed her words, lifting my chin in surrender, breath unsteady. At first, I wondered if this stemmed from a lack of a mother figure. Yet, it was clear, this girl's feelings of attraction were erotic in nature. She desired me sexually. And unwittingly, I had accepted them, sharing in the same kind of desire.