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

Chapter Four: Quiet As The Depths of The Earth - Part Five After exchanging what felt like countless kisses, we finally climbed into bed together. Staring intently at the scantily clad Togawa-san, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. As I floated in a dream-like haze, removing my student's underwear, I felt a deep realization that my existence should perhaps disappear in that moment. Simultaneously, a profound sense of fulfillment so intense it seemed to compress my throat took over. Togawa-san, now naked, traced her fingers over my lingerie. The act of removing each other's undergarments felt like a ritual for what was to come. "I've been thinking about this for a while," Togawa-san said, with a look of contemplation as she gazed at my exposed chest, a sense of embarrassment lingering. "It's different when I actually see, touch, and taste," she continued. "Um, um, uh," I stammered as Togawa-san confidently cupped my chest. Her smooth fingertips traced the curve beneath, sending an involuntary shiver through my body. To be so conscious of these things was highly inappropriate for someone in my position as a teacher. Feeling my student's growth in such a manner, I was the worst teacher imaginable. Togawa-san was getting better. Clearly, she had improved since our first encounter. It seemed she had gained enough composure to focus on her touch, observing my reactions. Here was a teacher who could only guide her student in such frivolous matters. "Sensei, you have pretty big breasts," Togawa-san openly pointed out, casually cupping them in her hands. She widened her hands as if to ensure they wouldn’t escape, her fingers clasping firmly. When she slightly shook her wrist, my chest moved involuntarily with it, causing me to avert my gaze. "They're much bigger than mine, even though you're shorter," she observed. "Uh, could we maybe not, um, talk about things like this... while you’re… handling them?" Togawa-san's palms molded my chest, eliciting near-silent moans as they rubbed againt the tips of my breasts. "These breasts are so naughty," she teased, her fingers tormenting me with their movements. My ears burned with heat. "Capturing the students' attention, these naughty breasts," she remarked, echoing a sentiment I seemed to have heard before. Even though she's a teenager, I wonder if she was only looking at things like that and not the blackboard when I'm teaching. "Are they really not listening to my lessons...?" As a teacher, it was a bit saddening, though I could hear a voice whispering on my head, 'Do you still consider yourself a teacher?' "Sensei is just too beautiful," Togawa-san replied. "Am I really...?" I wondered. "Honestly, I don't want anyone else seeing them," Togawa-san said with an intense, low voice as her fingers stroked my chest. Her jealousy shook me to my core, beyond the touch of her fingers. Then, picking up my discarded underwear, Togawa-san inspected it anew. "Seeing the inside of Sensei’s bra gives me... such a thrill," she murmured, seemingly lost in distant thoughts. "Could you, um, give it back?" I requested. "The inside, more than the outside... I wonder why." As Togawa-san held my underwear in her hands and examined it seriously, I feel more embarrassed than if she were staring directly at me naked. As I tried to retrieve it, we tumbled together, naturally collapsing into each other. Drawn into Togawa-san’s embrace, I felt her body react as I placed a small kiss upon her. Togawa-san's chest, of course, has just the taste of skin. But touching it, kissing it, this sensation and smell triggered something beyond my senses. That thrill was a fantasy and yet reality. Holding a piece of someone I love in my mouth, engulfed with my tongue, crafted something entirely new in the unknown corners of my brain. The brain of a woman with bloodshot eyes who was simply sucking on a breast was desperately trying to pretend she wasn't simply infatuated with a high school girl. "Sensei, you really like to suck on my breasts, don’t you?" Togawa-san astutely pointed out. "............................" Caught, I felt like dying, attempting to pull away only to be enveloped by Togawa-san’s arms, pressed warmly back into her embrace. "There, there, Sensei. Suckle all you want," she coaxed like calming a baby, leaving me feeling a tumult of embarrassment and pounding of my heart. I protested weakly, "I'm not a baby." "Yes, yes. As an adult, Sensei simply likes my breasts," Togawa-san responded firmly. "...Yes, I do," I admitted, feeling intensely accused. It was an act that allowed me to paint a clear picture of what happiness meant to me. There is no doubt that this was a very rare answer in life. If I hadn't turned my back on the law and morality, I would never have found this in my life. Even if we should have never met, it was too late now. "It’s embarrassing, but when Sensei earnestly sucks on them... I get chills down my spine." That's true, it's only natural that it would send chills down your spine if you looked down at a woman ten years older than you, now a big baby, sucking enthusiastically on a high school girl's breasts. Regardless of what Togawa-san actually meant, I also felt chills as I looked at the reality. "When I suck for too long, I feel my intelligence slipping away," I prefaced, before returning to my student’s bosom, warmly received by Togawa-san. "I like doing intimate things with Sensei because it makes me feel incredibly loved," Togawa-san smiled at her saliva-covered breasts. Even her innocent appreciation of this indulgent act seemed pure, resonating with me. "I mean... even outside of ‘intimate times’, I... try to love you with all my heart...." Doing everything in my power, I threw away a lot of things. I wondered if it would be difficult to convey my feelings to her. But then, Togawa-san, eyes squeezed shut as if resisting embarrassment, fervently added, "Being with Sensei feels so good... I love it." Smiling, the purity of her expression, wholly honed desire, seemed almost divine. "...Ah, yes," I replied, feeling both the warmth of summer sunlight and overwhelming heat coursing through me. Without clarity or focus, I embraced my role as an overgrown child, enraptured by the high school girl in front of me. "Sensei, come again," Togawa-san called out as we both gathered our scattered clothes, getting dressed once more. "I wouldn't mind if the days I can't see you disappeared entirely," she stated directly, her unwavering gaze piercing through me. While I was aware of my own deep attachment, Togawa-san matched it with a profound intensity and weight. "Me too," I replied, gently running my fingers through her hair, drawing closer to her face. "Any time I'm without you feels inconsequential," I admitted, feeling no room in my humanity to spare for moments not spent with Togawa Rin. Perhaps that was why I could betray others so shamelessly. With each passing day, I was continuously exploring new depths of being the worst wife, the worst teacher, the worst human. Though I believed I had hit rock bottom every day, it seemed there was no bottom for someone like me, in the worst possible sense. Instead of using my tongue, I softly pressed my lips against hers, almost reverently. Even as I held my breath, there was no discomfort; rather, my chest felt as if it were gently clearing, becoming transparent. Each kiss reaffirmed my love for her, allowing me to acknowledge it over and over without growing weary. "When we're both old and gray, I still want to be like this with Sensei, at peace. I think I love Sensei for who you are as a person," Togawa-san murmured, her soft smile resembling the satisfaction of savoring something exquisite. I deeply understood her reasoning as well. I was certain of my love for Togawa Rin as a person too. Even as we aged, I believed the multifaceted nature of our love would strengthen our bond, allowing us to embrace being together. However. "Growing old together, huh," I remarked, the dream of that distant future shining so brightly, it felt too dazzling, obscuring everything in its light.