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, and personally removed 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 them," she continued. "Um, um, uh," I stammered as Togawa-san confidently cupped my breasts. 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. Sensing 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 boobs," 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 wrists, my breasts moved involuntarily with them, 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 boobs are so naughty," she teased, her fingers tormenting me with their movements. My ears burned with heat. "Naughty boobs that steal your students' attention," 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, more than the touch of her fingers. Then, picking up my discarded underwear, Togawa-san inspected it anew. "Seeing the inside of Sensei’s bra... it makes my heart race," 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 towards Togawa-san’s chest, my lips grazed her with a single lick, before pulling her in and sucking. Togawa-san’s body trembled, as though it had just sensed something. Togawa-san's chest, of course, only has the taste of skin. But touching it, kissing it, this sensation and smell triggered something beyond my tolerance. That thrill was both a fantasy and yet reality. Holding a part of someone I love in my mouth, engulfed with my tongue, produced something entirely new in the unknown corners of my brain. The brain of a woman with bloodshot eyes, who was simply sucking on her breast, was desperately trying to pretend she wasn't simply infatuated with a high school girl. "Sensei, you really like to suck on my boobs, don’t you?" Togawa-san astutely pointed out. "............................" Caught, I felt like dying, attempting to pull away, but Togawa-san's arms wrapped around my head. She pulled me to her chest, as if urging me to continue. "There, there, Sensei. Suck all you want," she coaxed like calming a baby, leaving me feeling a tumult of embarrassment, as my heart pounded. I protested weakly, "I'm not a baby." "Yes, yes. As an adult, Sensei simply likes my boobs," Togawa-san responded firmly. "...Yes, I do," I admitted, feeling intensely accused. This 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 met her. 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. "...I'm convinced that if I keep sucking for too long, I'll become stupid," I prefaced, before returning to sucking on my student’s breast. Togawa-san warmly received this useless teacher. "I like doing naughty 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 sex, I... try to love you with all my heart...." Doing everything in my power, I threw away so many things. I wondered if it would be difficult to convey my feelings to her. But then, Togawa-san, with her 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 adult baby, 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'd be happy if the days I can't see you, sensei, just disappeared," 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 meaningless, Togawa-san," 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 this girl, allowing me to acknowledge it over and over without growing weary. "You know, even when we're both old and gray, I still want to relax like this with Sensei. 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.