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

Chapter Three: In The Sea Without Borders - Part Four "I saw your scandalous selfie, Sensei. Honestly, it gave me a headache, you know." A usually cheerful and serene girl, now desperate and leaning over me, filled with warmth... I felt joy that my body was desired. The satisfaction was so immense, it felt heavy at the center of my brain. "But those weren't meant to be..." What else could they possibly be? Allowing her to touch my chest at all, there wasn't much left to say. Yet, the fear of endless desires between us loomed if I didn't draw a line here, which was absurd given how far we had already gone without any plausible excuses. "...Did it disgust you?" In fear, I asked. Togawa-san continued moving her fingers, peering at my face. "A grown woman sending daring selfies to someone ten years younger, all flustered." The moment I voiced it, I felt even more self-loathing. "You're being too hard on yourself." Her scolding tone reproached me, her breath warm by my ear. "It was incredibly... thrilling." Her whisper near my ear sent shivers down my spine. "After seeing that... I couldn't resist your breasts." "Togawa-san..." "You seem more embarrassed when I say 'breasts' instead of 'chest', Sensei..." Togawa-san peered at my face while her fingers continued their motion, which was enough to drive me insane. "It's because 'breasts' feels... somehow... raw?" "You're cute when you're embarrassed, Sensei, so let's stick with 'breasts'." Though her conclusion seemed hasty, I understood her point. I wished she would stop. "Your breathing... it's heavy..." Each time she tickled my neck and cheek, tremors shot through my body. "It's your fault, Sensei... The scent of a beautiful teacher, so close..." Her fingers pressed into my breast, their earnestness so desperate it bordered on pain, but the sensation was addictively comforting. Both of us ran out of breath to speak freely midway through, and it took us a while before words returned. "Togawa-san, shall we switch places now?" Continuing to be touched like this forever was also an option, but without some balance, it seemed one of us could tip the scale too far. "Mmm... okay." Her fingers moved in intricate farewell, making my hips unintentionally buck. "Stop that hand...!" "Oh, so it is naughty, after all." She joked about learning from the experience, further deepening my self-doubt. Did I want to be a teacher imparting lessons like this? I calmed my ragged breaths and moved behind Togawa-san. "When I touch your breasts, I want to stay like this forever, yet I also feel I could die happy." "What even..." But I understood that feeling—I truly did, because I felt similarly. However, I needed Togawa-san alive now. Because it was my turn to touch Togawa-san's chest. Before I began, the familiar nervous hesitance tried holding me back. I was so flushed, I almost felt steam rising from my head. I no longer needed a towel to approach Togawa-san's presence. With nothing holding me back, I touched her body. I cupped her chest delicately, ceremoniously. The feel through her uniform always made my head go blank. Moving my fingers tentatively brought back my sanity and with that, the realization of how audacious my hands were being, an intoxicating mix of shock and delight, a spiral I didn't want to leave. My fingers, cultivated from experience, became specific in their intent to please her. The techniques, the pressure, the give and take, I was unexpectedly refined, getting better each moment. The shifting expressions of Togawa-san's face, reacting directly to my touch, looked up at me closely. I wanted to keep changing them. As her breathing grew ragged and her voice uncontainable— Something bad overflowed in my mind and burst. "Togawa-san, try to be quiet." I said it, and felt so ethically lost. I had never imagined myself as someone who, within the school grounds, during working hours, would touch a student's breasts by choice. Clearly, I had overestimated myself. Yet, I'm steeped in the happiness of the fact that I'm a teacher at the bottom of the ladder. What I am doing now is, naturally, something no respectable teacher could ever do. I was overwhelmed by the contradiction and joy of the moment. Ever since that night of drunken folly at the club, I've likely been constantly inebriated—intoxicated by Togawa Rin. "Am I more perverted than you, Sensei?" "Why say that with disappointment...?" Just how steeped in lust do you think I am? On par with humanity at large... just a little more—at least, that's what I'd like to think. Yet, my confidence was eroding. "Because you can hold back, while I can't..." "That's... because you're young, Togawa-san..." I lacked evidence, but attributing it to youth seemed fitting enough. "Is it... because you have experience...?" She aimed where I'd hoped to remain vague. Even Togawa-san had refrained from intruding there before, but bit by bit, our mutual defenses diminished. I responded not with words, but by thoroughly caressing Togawa-san's chest, feeling so incredibly pleasant that I might puke. "Sensei..." With every leaked response matched to my touch, my nerves felt primed to dissolve. Since seeing and touching Togawa-san naked, our notion of common sense had dismantled. When desires veered off the beaten path, we didn't hesitate to step forward—much like our current entanglement. Thus, with unchecked boldness, I continued to explore the delicate curves of my student's chest. Ultimately, Togawa-san couldn't hold back her voice much. My ears were about to burst, too. "Togawa-san..." I held her close, as if wanting to continue just as she had. Yet I couldn't voice those desires, only drawing us nearer without words between. "Looks like our catch playtime's gone again." Glancing at the gloves neatly resting on the desk, Togawa-san, cheeks still flushed, gave a sheepish smile. Each time we promised to play catch, only to end up here, like this. Because, without a doubt, we found something infinitely more fun than catch. I deeply inhaled the scent of Togawa-san, holding onto the lingering warmth before regretfully parting. The hum of an unrelated electric fan gradually entered my awareness, a stark reminder of how deeply I'd submerged into Togawa Rin. Even as Togawa-san rose slowly, I averted my gaze. The afterglow of shared heat still brushed like a gentle caress, as a part of me regretted indulging in such inappropriate conduct at school. Yet per usual, the awareness changed nothing. "Here, Sensei, check this." "What?" When I turned at her call, Togawa-san lightly lifted her skirt, showing her underwear. I almost covered my eyes with my hands in reflex. "Stop that... stop that..." My words of scolding her recklessness came out weakly. Togawa-san stood beside me, wearing the same underwear I'd seen that morning, her cheeks still flushed. Despite this, she seemed more composed than I was—though not entirely. "Oh." Togawa-san's expression changed as if she'd just realized something. "So that's it..." She quickly took a large step back and hurriedly pulled down her skirt, ending the moment abruptly.