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

Chapter Four: "Quiet As the Depths of the Earth" Part Eleven Five minutes prior, I had just begun to regain my warmth, filled with emotion and a gentle smile. But now, here we are. The sensation of lips adhered to mine made my arms tremble. As I held her slender waist, our usual exchange was about to commence. As Togawa-san withdrew her tongue, she licked the corner of my lips, sending a shiver rushing through me. "By the way, why the uniform?" I inquired. "Because it gets sensei excited," Togawa-san replied with a cheerful yet mischievous grin, brushing aside her sobs from earlier. As I tried to catch up with the dancing Togawa-san, she evaded me effortlessly. I've never once won a game of chase with her; her long legs spun, her skirt swinging at daring angles, occasionally cutting into my peripheral vision. "Oh, you're peeking at my skirt. Sensei, you're so naughty today." "I am not someone who has a particular fondness for high school uniforms," I protested, disputing the grave misunderstanding regarding my preferences while conveniently ignoring her remark. Togawa-san, who had been darting around, suddenly approached with a large step, closing the distance between us. She stopped just shy of bumping our foreheads together, tracing my cheek with her voice and fingertip. "You know, sensei, you were so excited the last time we did something naughty with the uniform," Togawa-san pointed out. "...That's not..." A glance at the uniform sparked a compulsion within me, answering in its own way. "Does it feel like doing something forbidden?" "It is forbidden, though," I found myself confronting, though it wasn't merely a feeling—it was clear as day. As we spoke, Togawa-san kissed me again, intertwining our tongues. As I pushed my tongue between her lips and teeth, the contact and the sound threatened to short-circuit a part of my brain. "Believe me, sensei. I can feel everything you're feeling," she murmured, as she entwined her fingers with mine, pulling me down with her so we both tumbled onto the floor. As she leaned over me, continuing her assaulting kiss, Togawa-san's supple tongue descended into my mouth. Her tongue, moving powerfully, grazed my teeth, and it felt almost as if it was tracing the structure of my very brain, causing my eyes to roll back. Still in a predator-prey pose, I shifted my eyes in a plea for relief. "Um, I brought cake," I mentioned, glancing at it sitting on the table. "Dessert comes afterward," she declared, while her hand, pressing against my suit, settled on my chest. As her fingers kneaded into me through the suit, her exploration and touch seemed eager from the start, accelerating my breath to the point it felt overwhelming. Togawa-san, positioned above me, moved her long legs seductively, intensifying the allure. Feeling unsteady just being on the receiving end, I recognized the impossibility of truly being as calm as I pretended to be, so I lightly touched her hand, attempting to show some resistance. "Aren't you going to ask today?" I questioned. "Ask what?" Togawa-san's delicate, porcelain fingers remained undeterred, bringing beads of sweat to the surface of my skin. "Like, if this is just fooling around... or doing something... naughty," I tried to confirm, my words breaking apart and fading as she pressed her lips against my throat, swallowing my half-finished voice. Her kiss consumed my parched heart, inflicting a fierce ache. Togawa-san's overwhelming presence unexpectedly saturated the air, truly causing the area near my chest to hurt, as if it might shatter or burst at any moment. Mingling her tongue with soundless giggles, Togawa-san pulled away, leaving behind a sticky feeling from saliva. "Today, I'm in the mood for something naughty," she stated, her candid declaration resonating like our unspoken understanding. "Sensei, can I let your hair down?" Before I could reply, she deftly removed my hair tie. As she tousled my freed hair, Togawa-san lifted her face, beaming at me with genuine joy. "I love sensei's hair when it's down the most," she admitted. Her declaration of love was, of course, gratifying, but my other selves—those facets of me—raised objections. "Every version of me has to be your number one…otherwise, I won't like it," I muttered, my vocabulary severely impaired, leaving me sounding childish and demanding. "Even when you're selfish or childlike, sensei is adorable," Togawa-san teased, kissing my lower lip before pulling back. Just as she stood, I thought we might relocate to the second floor where the bed was, but to my surprise, Togawa-san gathered her skirt, lifting it to reveal her underwear. Despite having seen her naked countless times, such actions still made me avert my gaze reflexively. "Come here, sensei," she beckoned with a siren-like voice that danced around my ears like a playful fairy. "Come here," she insisted. Her skirt fluttered slightly, inviting me. That tiny flutter somehow seemed to guide me, prompting an animalistic posture halfway onto all fours. Approaching the base of her feet, my gaze fixated on the seductive gap between her thighs. The warm, humid air mingled with the scent of summer intensified as it wafted beneath her underwear, causing my neck to wobble. Drawing even closer, her fingers released their hold, and her skirt draped over the back of my head. Burying my head beneath my student's skirt made me realize, oh, I was done for—there was no going back. Togawa-san's scent encased me wholly, its intensity wrapping around my ears and neck. I should just die. But the scent rose dimensionally around me, encapsulating me wholly. The mere act of breathing it in sent electric shocks dancing at the edge of my hearing. Was this joy—or an echo of my cells silently perishing? "Welcome, sensei," she cooed, her words melting my ears and lips with a mixture of shame and excitement. Caught in this compromising situation, I presented the perfect portrait of a deviant, devoid of morals or ethics, having abandoned every bit of my dignity as an educator. But having broken away from moral constraints, I reached an understanding of what I had gained. Heat, sweat, goosebumps, and excitement culminated in a cold shiver that enveloped my body. Struck by the depth of this icy dread, my ears buzzed with ringing intensity, narrowing my focus only to what lay before me. Creeping my tongue softly along the inside of her leg, I felt a quiver the moment it made contact. Alive. In this dimly lit world, her vibrancy connected with my reality. Even as I knelt before a high school student's underwear, I continued to lick her leg. Each stroke of my tongue along its smooth contour sent powerful trembling through her. As I traced my way downwards, a cascade of shudders intensified. So raw was the sensation that my tongue nearly felt split in half from the stimulation. The vilest cicada ever emerged this summer. Grappling onto my student’s leg as if seeking life's nectar, nuzzling into her underwear, I was the most unseemly cicada in existence. This was an encounter the world should never witness—a hideous being at last hatched and clutching to her leg. "Sensei really loves my legs..." Togawa-san giggled. Instead of answering with words, I emitted a sound more akin to a cicada's call, yet unique—guttered, stretched by threads of saliva. The skirt brushing my ears continually reminded me of where I was. In the distance, beyond the thin front door, cars passed by, a world away. On the other side of that fragile barrier, my own breach of law unfolded. It was my reality, absolute and all-consuming.