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

Chapter 3: "In The Sea Without Borders" Part Ten "Wow, that's a huge shell." As soon as I entered the room, my eyes locked onto the same thing. A gigantic... what kind of shell? It stood proudly, illuminating the bed with a soft, warm glow, amidst the room's cool blue ambiance, resembling a lantern. It was so close to the pillow that I might accidentally hit my head if I got up groggily. Upon closer inspection, I realized the bed was designed to mimic a shell—ah, a shell-shaped bed indeed. Togawa-san was exploring the room with enthusiasm, almost as if she were on an expedition, checking out various attractions. I sat down on a sofa colored like the deep ocean, removing my sunglasses and hat. As I gazed at the fish painted on the ceiling and walls, I realized they had gone for an aquarium theme. It reminded me of the koi fish murals in an old inn's bathhouse. "Itsuki-chan, the bathroom is big and beautiful," Togawa-san reported after peeking into every corner of the room, before quickly scampering to the next area. Observing her slightly restless demeanor, I let my shoulders drop as if diving into the sea. Bringing a student into a love hotel... If there were a bingo sheet for disgraceful teachers, I'd probably hit a triple bingo by now. Pretending to be reasonable, I had, in truth, succumbed to sheer desire, driven by a shameless longing to embrace Togawa Rin. I could no longer offer any excuses. I wanted to make love to every inch of Togawa Rin. Without shame or pretense, I longed to hold her beautiful legs and part them. "Heh... hehehe..." A self-mocking laugh escaped me, echoing my descent into primal lust. I recalled my husband's comment on the bed with a wan face and voice: "Honestly, you seem really bored." Since then, we had stopped sharing a bedroom. I wondered what expression I wore now. "The fact that there's an aquarium nearby, so they made this place aquarium-themed too, is a point of contention, isn't it?" Togawa-san mused, seemingly unable to stop herself from talking, as though silence would shatter some fragile balance. ...Could it be? "Are you nervous?" She froze at my question, a look of indecision playing across her face before resignation took over. When Togawa-san turned to face me, her cheeks were flushed a vibrant red. Her purity, so evident in her ripe expression, was striking. "Of course, I'm nervous. It's my first time in a place like this..." Her words shyly trailed off amidst the blue walls and soft light, igniting something within me. First time. Togawa-san's first. Despite being so adorable, I had assumed she must have some experience. "Rin, are you a virgin?" I cringed with self-disgust at asking such a repulsive question to a student. The kind of harassment a teacher should never engage in. Anyone else asking her this would infuriate me, yet here I was, doing just that. My selfishness reflected the current state of my heart. Ah, I love Togawa Rin. I want to monopolize her. I don’t want anyone else to touch her. My heart pounded with a frenzy that almost hurt. "Yes." Togawa-san approached, leaning close to me with her hand on the sofa. "You'll be my first, Sensei" she whispered in my ear, sending an unexpected shiver through me, almost moving me to tears. "Don't call me 'Sensei' in my ear. It might make things worse," I pushed her away, but immediately regretted it. Revealing such a thing... Dodging my hand, Togawa Rin pressed closer. "I love you, Sensei. I love you, I love you, Sensei, I love you," she repeated relentlessly, her voice clinging to me like a whisper I couldn’t escape. Surrendering, I wrapped my arms tightly around her back as my mind reeled. "I love you too." Our hearts beat close enough to crush the other's chest. On the brink of crossing the boundary, there was something I needed to do before shedding our clothes. Separating from Togawa-san, I went to the bed first. Peeking into the gigantic shell, I knelt formally on the bed. "Togawa-san, come here." I gestured subtly as if summoning a student from a classroom. "Weren't you calling me Rin today?" "I want to talk to Togawa-san as a teacher. Please, come." I beckoned again, and Togawa-san joined me on the bed, mirroring my formal sitting posture. With her graceful figure, she made a much more picturesque scene than I did. Facing her head-on, I confirmed something anew. "I believe I will be punished in the not-too-distant future." I'm not optimistic enough to think I can live like this forever. When the time comes to be judged, I intended to accept it gracefully. "That's why it's a shame, but I won't be able to be with Togawa-san forever." Togawa-san silently listened with a smile, as if she knew what I was going to ask. "Is that alright with you?" As if she had anticipated my question, her response came without hesitation. "Then love me to the fullest now," she whispered, closing the distance between us, pushing me back. As anticipated, my head hit the protruding shell peak. Ignoring the ungracious pain, I gazed into Togawa-san’s eyes as she leaned over me. Her shadow and warmth felt comforting over me. I couldn't ascertain what expression I wore then. But one thing was certain: I wasn't wearing a bored face. Our lips pressed together, switching positions many times, and the gap between us disappeared as if we were in agony. I wanted to love her to the fullest. I vowed to love Togawa Rin until I became a criminal. I felt as though I were floating on the sea, savoring a gentle, swaying comfort. Here I was, laying naked alongside my student, basking in the aftermath on a love hotel bed. How had life twisted and turned to lead me to this peculiar point? I couldn't quite comprehend it myself. Yet, I realized there must be a path to reach even the most unexpected of answers. People are full of possibilities. "Sensei, are you sleepy?" Togawa-san queried, likely because she noticed my eyelids drooping halfway. "No... I'm just feeling a bit down." "It's okay," she reassured me, gently smoothing my hair. I shook my head slightly in response. "When I saw your chest, I lost control... I'm feeling like I might have a stronger sex drive than a teenager." Indulging in the pleasure as I eagerly sucked on my student's breast, it was a sickness for which I couldn't be blamed if the world rejected me. Yet, the gratification of that moment balanced the scales against an unraveling life. "I love Sensei's breasts too," she declared. "What a terrible consolation..." "And your long black hair... it's so silky. I love it." Togawa-san, entranced, combed my hair with her fingers, narrowing her eyes as if in bliss. She gathered a lock as if harvesting it, bringing it to her nose to inhale its scent. My tousled hair seemingly mingled with Togawa-san's fragrance. Releasing the lock of hair, she took hold of my hand. "When did you get married, Sensei?" Togawa-san asked, holding onto my ring finger. It was still sticky from when she had persistently licked my wedding ring, as if trying to dissolve it.