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 sexy selfie, Sensei... it really gave me a headache, you know." The usually smiling, gentle girl loses her composure and leans over me, and in that heat… I am filled. I felt joy at being desired for my body. The satisfaction was so immense, it felt heavy at the center of my brain. "But it wasn't meant to be..." What else could it possibly be? Even though it's a bit ridiculous to be saying that when I'm already letting her touch my chest, I have a feeling that if I don't stop it here, there will be no limit to what we'll want from each other, and that scares me. It was an absurd thought given how far we had already gone without any plausible excuses. "...Did it disgust you?" I asked, terrified. Togawa-san continued moving her fingers, peering at my face. "A grown woman sending embarrassing selfies to a girl ten years younger, all flustered." The moment I voiced it, I felt even more self-loathing. "You're being too hard on yourself." Togawa-san's breathing was close to my ear as he scolded me. "It was incredibly... thrilling." Her whisper near my ear sent shivers down my spine. "After seeing that... I couldn't resist your boobs." "Togawa-san..." "You seem more embarrassed when I say 'boobs' instead of 'breasts', Sensei..." Togawa-san peered at my face while her fingers continued their motion, which was enough to drive me insane. "It's because 'boobs' feels... somehow... raw?" "You're cute when you're embarrassed, Sensei, so let's stick with 'boobs'." Though her conclusion seemed hasty, I understood what she meant. 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..." Their desperation was so intense it sometimes felt painful, but it felt so good I could drown in it. Losing my composure, I match her, my breath catching, and I bite my lips as if to endure it. Before long, both of us ran out of breath to speak freely, and it took us a while before words returned. "Togawa-san, it's time to switch places." Continuing to be touched like this forever was also an option, but if I didn't put a limit on it, it seemed one of us would become too dominant and the balance would be upset. "Mmm... okay." Finally, she moved her fingers delicately, rubbing them as if she were reluctant to let go, and I couldn't help but arch my back. "Stop that... that touch..." "Oh, so you are naughty after all." She said it jokingly, as if she were learning something, which made me feel even more dejected. Did I want to be a teacher teaching things like this? I calmed my ragged breaths and crouched down to move behind Togawa-san. "When I touch your boobs, I feel like I want to stay like this forever, yet I also feel like I could die happy." "What even..." But I understood that feeling—I truly did, because I felt similarly. But I can't let Togawa-san die right now. Because it was my turn to touch Togawa-san's breasts. Before I began, my timid heart hesitated, never quite getting used to it. I was so flushed, I almost felt steam rising from my head. I no longer needed a towel to touch Togawa-san. Without any excuses, I touched her body. I cupped her breasts 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 push and pull, I was unexpectedly refined, getting better and better. I can see up close the shifting expressions of Togawa-san's face, reacting directly to my touch. It made me want to keep changing them more and more. Togawa-san's breathing becomes ragged, and occasionally she lets out uncontrollable moans. Something bad overflowed in my mind and burst. "Togawa-san, hold back your voice." I said it, and felt so ethically lost. I had never imagined myself as someone who, within the school grounds, during working hours, would willingly squeeze a female student's breasts. Clearly, I had overestimated myself. I'm steeped in the happiness of the fact that I'm a teacher at the bottom of the ladder. But right now, I'm doing something that even the best teachers surely couldn't do, something that's shouldn't be allowed to happen. I was overwhelmed by the contradiction and joy of the situation. Ever since that night of drunken folly at the club, I've likely been intoxicated ever since—intoxicated by Togawa Rin. "Am I more naughty than you, Sensei?" "Why do you sound a little disappointed...?" Just how steeped in lust does she 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 had no basis for this, but attributing it to youth seemed fitting enough. "Is it... because you have experience, sensei...?" She poked me where I'd hoped to remain vague. Even Togawa-san had refrained from intruding there before, but bit by bit, the wall between us was diminishing. I responded not with words, but by thoroughly caressing Togawa-san's breasts It felt so incredibly pleasant that I might puke. "Sensei..." The way her voice melted in time with the movement of my fingers made my brain feel like it was melting too. Since seeing and touching Togawa-san naked, our notion of common sense had been shattered. When our 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 any longer. My ears were about to burst, too. "Togawa-san..." Finally, I held her close. Just like Togawa-san, I felt as if I want to continue speaking. Yet I couldn't voice those desires, so we just filled the gap between us as much as possible. "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 hre lingering warmth before regretfully parting. The hum of the electric fan spinning in a random direction gradually entered my awareness, a stark reminder of how deeply engrossed I'd been with Togawa Rin. Even as Togawa-san rose slowly, I averted my gaze. It was as if the afterglow of our shared heat still brushed against my skin like a gentle caress. I did regret it, at least enough to think, What on earth am I doing at school? But it’s always just regret, and nothing ever changes. That kind of regret. "Here, Sensei, time to check your answer." "Eh?" 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 in the morning, her cheeks still flushed. Despite this, she seemed more composed than I was—though not entirely. "Ah." Togawa-san's expression changed as if she'd just realized something. "And that's it..." She quickly took a large step back and hurriedly pulled down her skirt, ending the moment abruptly.