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

Chapter Four: "Quiet As The Depths of The Earth" Part Four "What do you mean by flirting... what should we do?" I suppose we're already flirting, but when it comes to deepening that connection, nothing specific comes to mind. "Just how far does your 'flirting' go, sensei?" Togawa-san looks at me, her fingers playfully grazing mine, almost tickling. Her unique way of peering down from above has become something of a habit for me. "What about a kiss?" "A kiss... well, as long as our tongues don't touch..." "Hmm." With an air of understanding, she plants a kiss on my cheek. It's so light, it hardly feels suggestive; instead, it's endearing. Blushing slightly, Togawa-san presses her lips against my cheek again. Then, after the kiss, she licks the spot with the tip of her tongue. The sudden change in temperature sends a shiver down my spine. This is one reason why my impression of Togawa-san as being dog-like is so entrenched. She tends to lick my face or neck, as if savoring them. Faces, with makeup on, can't taste pleasant, yet she doesn't shy away. Silently, Togawa-san nibbles at my skin, not hiding her affection, and her tongue glides over me. Occasionally, the seductive sounds her tongue makes feel as if they're caressing my mind. Togawa-san lightly lifts my hair, "Ah," and gently nibbles on my exposed ear. Involuntarily, I bounce slightly on the sofa. She continues to tease my ear with the tip of her tongue, eliciting sensitive reactions from me. "Togawa-san, that's..." It was a tongue movement that made it impossible to be just flirting. Satisfied with my reaction, Togawa-san straddles me, facing me, our lower bodies pressed closely together. "This is a bit... unfair." "Hmm?" Togawa-san pretends not to understand and leans in. Our bodies lack any space between them, conveying a different kind of awareness than simply being close. Togawa-san's weight seemed to bind my spirit to this house. "Just a while ago, when you got jealous... it made me so, so happy." Her sultry voice traces a line down my neck. A shiver runs through me. Usually carefree, Togawa-san smiles with a dark heat in her eyes, making me wish to forget my own unbecoming jealousy. "As a teacher, it was so embarrassing... I almost forgot you were my student." I admit my feelings honestly, and Togawa-san leans in, shoulders touching, to kiss me. It's just a fleeting touch, her face withdrawing almost immediately. The lingering sensation leaves a misty dampness on my cheek. "That just now..." "Our tongues didn't touch, sensei." Again, Togawa-san lightly brushes her lips against mine. Like ripples on a water's surface that ebb and flow, she touches and retreats, only to return. If I pursue her, I might lose control. That's what she's enticing me to do. While she sensually rubs her body against mine, Togawa-san's cheeks begin to flush as well. This teasing kiss has made her just as excited. Yet, she remains patiently restrained. She wants me to say it. Togawa Rin wants me to ask for it. Such a naughty girl, I think as I cup her cheek. I've never seen a naughty girl with such a sweet face. Lovely, needy for affection, giving kisses with her small, lustrous lips covering me along with her shadow, soft and tender, with an inviting weight, her hips moving sinfully, evoking evil thoughts, she kisses me, indecent, indecent, on the brink of touching tongues, indecent, indecent, gazing down at my chest. Like an hourglass filled to the brim. And then, flipping it upside down. "Uh... Do you... want to do it?" For the first time, I invite someone to bed of my own accord. "Let's do it!" Togawa-san exclaims, embracing me as if celebrating. I have a feeling I'll never be able to win against her. Happiness bubbles up and bursts like foam—a sweet sense of defeat. From there, everything was chaotic. Holding hands, we step forward, and our lips meet. I touch her chest over her clothes, squeezing gently. In the midst of our sidestepping, Togawa-san's hand grabs my butt through my skirt. Heated breaths intertwine, as spilled saliva mirrors drips from stalactites. Released from restraint, our tongues entwine gluttonously. Clothing is shed in a disordered mix, unsure who's taking off what, leaving a scattered trail. "It makes me happy when you say that, sensei." Togawa-san remarks as we're climbing the stairs, hands still flushed from earlier. Because the stairs are dangerous, I try persuading her to avoid excess physical contact and climb normally. I'm surprised my head was clear enough for such a judgment. "Sensei saying that... makes me confident I'm cute enough for sensei to see me this way." Her eyes seem to glisten momentarily, perhaps just a trick of the light. Initially, I thought it was sinful for someone this beautiful to feel so insecure. However, when considering her environment, I understand. In a household with a mother like that, it would be impossible to nurture a sense of self-worth. Togawa-san still carries parts of herself that never developed beyond timidity. I feel a rising compassion and near-tearful affection, forgetting we're on the stairs, wanting to embrace her. By the time we reach Togawa-san's room, the only things left on our bodies are our undergarments. Familiar now, Togawa-san's bed awaits. Even before truly beginning, we are already lost in each other's sensations. I embrace the unsteady Togawa-san, keenly aware of the height of her waist. Her figure ignites a flame somewhere inside me. Holding such an incredible woman makes me feel a mix of pride and intoxication. "Togawa-san is the cutest in the world." I whisper this common but sincere expression of love, hugging her, caressing her back. "It's amazing how you can just say that so plainly." "Why?" "Because, sensei, you haven't met everyone in the world." So, how can you assert that someone's the best? "Just a glance is enough to realize." For a human, life is the most important thing. If you're captivated enough to throw that away, there can be nothing more. "No one in the world could surpass you." This was the purest expression of my feelings for her. "I don't quite understand but... do you love me, sensei?" "Eh hehe," Togawa-san laughs a fresh, new chuckle as if newly hatched. Her cheeks crinkle, struggling to contain the ticklish feeling. It was the laughter of a child touched by love. I want to fill even a fragment of her cracked life. I wish to love even her unreachable past. To make it mine. This was gradually becoming what it meant for me to live. "And also... the sexiest in the world." I regret saying this, feeling my ears burn with heat. But it's true that touching Togawa-san stirs boundless desire along with infinite tenderness. "Sensei, it's that honest part of you that's... heh heh..." This time, I'm the one devouring Togawa-san's lips. I stretch a little, to cover Togawa-san's lips before she can finish, and push forward to match her dancing tongue. As I do this, Togawa-san's knees naturally go limp and adjust to the perfect height. When our gazes meet and her hazy eyes lock onto mine, in that moment—her softened expression—I love it. I love it. I love it, I love it—my tongue delves deep inside of Togawa Rin. By sharing not just saliva but breath, I savor every bit of her seventeen-year-old essence. The sinful delight sends a shiver so intense it might be mistaken for a chill down my spine. Both my body and spirit are infused with something vibrant and full. If I don't have any contact with this girl for even a moment, it feels like my world is drying up and crumbling away. The same is probably true for Togawa-san. It's hard to say who is more crazy about the other, me or Togawa-san. But considering my infidelity, I'm the one who is willing to give up so much more in pursuit of her, so maybe it's me after all. I'm the one who is more vicious, since I'm still after her body, even betraying someone else.