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

Chapter 4: "Quiet As The Depths of The Earth" Part 12 It felt as if another heart had taken residence at the base of my ears, its thumping unbearably loud. In what felt like a lifetime long enough for a cicada to live and die, my existence was fully celebrated. After the me that was a cicada had died, my knees, once supporting me, quivered. I slowly drew my head back, to find Togawa-san smiling, her face a deep shade of red. "Welcome back." "...Th-thank you for having me..." If I were in Togawa-san's position, looking down at an adult like myself, I might consider kicking her in the jaw. Unlike what I would feel, Togawa-san's cheeks and voice melted with an ecstatic sweetness as she looked down at me. The light in her eyes seemed to blur as if dissolving in a hazy warmth. "You know, I just... I really love it when you're so earnest, sensei." Her words were a gentle way of saying how captivated I was by Togawa-san's body, and I felt a blush of shame. "A-ha... My inner thighs, they feel so cool..." When Togawa-san playfully fluttered her skirt, glimpses of her thighs and underwear that I'd been face-deep in earlier were revealed. Such blatant provocation enthralled me, my gaze rising and falling like an elevator. Realizing Togawa-san was laughing at my darting eyes, I immediately wanted to die. "I'm sorry for being such a hopeless, pathetic teacher." Even I was taken aback. I was disgusted with myself. My extreme arousal felt like a heap of impurity. "I love a naughty sensei, though." But even such a heap of impurity, Togawa-san gathers up in her hands. "When we're doing it, you tell me you love me so much." "Togawa-san..." Wait a moment. "That makes me sound like a terrible woman who only tries to please you when... we're doing that kind of thing..." Is it my imagination, or is the way the facts are presented suspiciously biased? "Isn't that the case?" "Am I allowed to be angry?" "Just kidding," Togawa-san said, cuddling up to me playfully. It's a charming gesture anyone would acknowledge, but when faced with this innocent affection, the impact from our difference in size wasn't quite as cute. "But sensei, you're usually too shy to tell me you love me, aren't you?" "Eh, no, well, I mention it here and there... don't I?" "Not nearly enough." She seemed dissatisfied. I felt like I said it, but apparently, it wasn't enough. In that case, I stroked her hair and, like cherishing a bouquet, softly repeated my words. "I love you. I love you so much." "More." "I love you, I love you... love you, love you, love you, love you, love you..." Without averting my gaze, I offer my affection up close, like a kiss. Togawa-san lets a quiet tear fall from her left eye, different from the noisy tears she'd shed just moments ago. Repeating "I love you," I gently pressed my lips to the trace of that tear. For this girl, I could endure the pain of hurting someone else. It wouldn’t reach the point where I'd be torn apart beyond repair. But if I ever hurt this girl, I would undoubtedly suffer a mortal wound. She is my life. I will never take my life lightly, never. To be with Togawa Rin for just a little longer. * * * I squeezed myself tighter, knees pulled up as if enduring dehydration in the oppressive darkness. I was trying to become just another ornament, but the heat was unbearable. Wondering how it had come to this, I retraced my steps amidst the persistent sweat and heat. Frankly, something I had never imagined had happened, and it had come at me like a storm. * * * After adjusting my schedule so I could stop by Togawa-san's house again, I went to the supermarket with high spirits. Hoping I wouldn't be seen as meddlesome, I bought a variety of things, mostly meat. It was more than just for our household consumption, but but I thought, "Oh well," and carried the heavy bags to my apartment. Once back, I placed the excessive groceries to the side of the kitchen and began preparing dishes to bring along, under the pretext of preparing dinner. In truth, though, it was the other way around; making her food was the priority, and dinner was just an add-on. If possible, I wanted everything ready before my husband came home, so he wouldn't notice. While I was cooking, an imaginary Hoshi Takasora came to tease me again, saying, "You're spoiling her, aren’t you?" When I asked if that was so wrong, she vanished without answering. * * * "I initially thought I'd bring the ingredients and cook here, but then I'd need all the cookware too..." "You're so smart, sensei." So I explained to Togawa-san, who greeted me, that I had prepared various dishes and brought them in containers instead. I had insisted repeatedly that it was unnecessary, so she wasn't in her school uniform today. "If it's the same every time, it loses its thrill, right?" "That's not what I meant." Well, it might be, but. "it's not like that." Before getting entangled in various things with Togawa-san, I proceeded to the kitchen to get things in order. While I was putting the assorted dishes into the refrigerator, Togawa-san stood beside me with a cheerful smile. "Do you find this kind of meddling bothersome?" "No, it makes me happy." Without a hint of deceit, her expression shone brightly, like the sun was at her doorstep. "To me, sensei, you're like a mom, a big sister, a lover, and, well... a naughty beauty too." My cheeks gradually grew hot at her mischievous last addition. Being called a lover... it's both delightfully embarrassing and thrilling. "I won't deny it." I'm genuinely happy to be thought of as a beauty, and as for being naughty... well, it's true. "Oh, and if possible, maybe include 'teacher' in there too..." I can't exactly say I'm setting an example for other students, but with Togawa-san, my role as a teacher... is nonexistent, isn't it? It's the furthest thing from a teacher. To a student I'm having an affair with, I'm the furthest thing from a teacher. "Of course. Sensei has taught me so many things." "Yes, so many... ha, ha, ha." I couldn't contain my laughter. Just thinking about what I've taught this girl makes my head feel so hot it's like scorched earth. Because my body warmed up so instantly, I thought about whether it could be used for something, using it as a way to escape reality. "Togawa-san, do you never cook on your own?" "Not at all. The most I'll do is boil water for instant meals." "That makes sense." Judging from the state of cookware in this house. "And I use the microwave to beep-beep." She pokes my face as if to say, 'just like you right now, Sensei'. Apparently, my expression makes it obvious how flustered I am. The only comfort I found was the cool air escaping from the open refrigerator. After putting everything away and closing the refrigerator, Togawa-san looked down at me closely. Her smile was like a test, and it was her usual closeness that felt overwhelming even without any pressure. "Hey, sensei... what am I to you?" Her words nudged at me, begging for an answer. "You're my student, a girl I want to protect... an affair partner, and the cutest high school girl in the world." I stated our relationship dynamics honestly. "Huh? So you don’t consider me as your lover?" Togawa-san pouted, seemingly dissatisfied that I'd left out that part. "That's not the case," I assured her, placing a hand on her puffed cheeks and letting the air escape with a gentle squeeze. "I'm in love. A love so intense it feels like I'm on fire. But... a lover can't be someone you can't walk with proudly outside in the open." Maybe it's my own stubborn notion, but I believe love should be celebrated. It should be something that can bask in the sunlight. While I hope to achieve that with Togawa-san someday, I still don't know what I can do to make it happen.