1.
Following the teacher, we arrived at the parking lot.
"Okay, first, get in the car."
"Huh? Oh, yes... Are we going that far?"
"Well, you see, if we go somewhere nearby, there's a chance other students might see us, and something similar could happen if we take the train, right? So I thought we'd drive a little further away."
...Hmm?
"Is that so...? Hmm, but you didn't seem to mind during the summer, did you?"
"Oh, well, don't worry about that. Come on, let's go."
...I'm really curious about that.
But seriously, the teacher's car is so cool. It exudes manliness. ...Usually I'd just think, "That's why guys get intimidated," and leave it at that...but today something's off. What's off? Seriously off.
We chatted haltingly in the car. Being alone with the teacher in this enclosed space, in this state of mind, was incredibly nerve-wracking. My hands were sweating uncontrollably.
"Where are we going today?"
"Yeah, I was thinking of going to a cafe that's about 20 minutes away. It's a really nice place with a calm atmosphere."
"Oh, really? ...By the way, who were you with the last time you went?"
"...I'm alone, of course."
"...Well, I suppose going to a cafe alone is quite common."
"I usually go to ramen shops and izakayas, so I didn't feel relaxed at all..."
Hey, the sky looks blurry through the windshield. I wonder why?
"I just couldn't get into it when I was alone, but I thought I could have a good time if I went with someone..."
When I happened to glance at the teacher's face, I was captivated by her cheerful smile, which she kept facing forward. And then, when she took off her coat, I was also captivated by the magnificent cleavage she revealed. I quickly averted my gaze, though. Damn, if I'm not careful, I might end up staring for about three minutes.
...So in the adult world, you can see cleavage not only on bags but also on cars... That was completely irrelevant.
2.
Just as the teacher had said, after about 20 minutes we arrived at a calm cafe in a slightly open area.
I got out of the teacher's car and, as I reached the entrance of the cafe, I suddenly found myself wondering.
...In this situation, who should go in first?
If we were the same age, it would probably be best for me, a guy, to go in first. But in this situation... Normally, I wouldn't mind the manly teacher taking the lead, but today the teacher is just so incredibly cute...
As I pondered for a few seconds, the teacher smiled as if he could see right through me and placed his hand on my waist.
"Haha... what's wrong? Come on, let's go."
With a cheerful smile, she pushed me so that I would be half a step ahead of the teacher. It looked like we were going in at the same time, but I was just a little bit ahead. As a result, the shop assistant naturally started talking to me. ...What perfect timing...Impressive...
The cafe was spacious, with tables featuring both chairs and sofas. Each table was separated by stylish partitions, making it almost impossible to hear other customers' conversations. Indeed, this is a relaxing place.
"Please come this way."
I followed behind the staff member. At Professor Hiratsuka's request, we decided to go to a table with a sofa.
As you sit down, your body slowly sinks in with a soft, plush feeling.
"...Phew. What do you think of this place?"
"It's really great. If it were closer, I'd want to come here often... ha..."
I almost stopped mid-sentence.
The reason was that the teacher, sitting on the sofa with her knees tightly together and legs slightly to the side, smiling sweetly, looked so picturesque. Her beautiful, slender legs, encased in stockings, made me want to caress them—what an idiot I am.
...Wait, who is this just some super lovely older woman? Hmm, I wonder what's going to happen to me today? I don't think anything will happen though.
"?what up?"
The way the teacher opens her eyes just a little wider than usual, tilts her head slightly with a bewildered expression, is incredibly cute.
"Oh, no, it's nothing..."
I answered in a state of extreme nervousness. It was incredibly uncool and incredibly creepy.
"Since we're here, let's grab a light bite to eat."
While looking at the menu, the teacher casually makes a suggestion.
Huh? Aren't we supposed to eat ramen after this? Huh?
"Ah, yes..."
I can't say no, so I'm super cool.
Then we ordered drinks and food. Somehow, the food ended up being about the size of a normal lunch. Wait, what? Aren't we going for ramen?
I was drinking a café au lait, and the teacher was drinking black coffee, as we chatted leisurely.
"Actually, now that we've come this far, I'll tell you..."
...Hmm? I have a bad feeling about this.
"Actually, I didn't intend to go for ramen. I'm sorry for lying. I was planning to relax here for a while and then decide where to go based on how you were feeling."
"...Yes? Uh, well, it's fine that you're not going for ramen...but why are you telling me this now that we're here?"
I'm a little surprised. What does that mean?
"...So that they can't escape"
No, wait. Teacher, stop saying that while turning your face away. It's seriously heavy. Are you really going to go to such lengths?
"...Are you a demon, Sensei?"
"Well, me too, you know? I've been wanting to go on a date for a while. It's been a long time..."
Where did my convenience go? It never existed in the first place...
"Was I the only guy you asked out...?"
Stop that dry smile, teacher! It's making me cry!
Suddenly, I made eye contact with the teacher. His expression was calm.
"It's true that you're the only one I could have asked... but more than that, the fact is I really wanted to ask you out."
Saying that, the teacher's cheeks flushed slightly, and he closed his right eye and winked. ...The first half was so sad, but the second half made my heart race like crazy. The contrast is too extreme...
3.
"So, about today..."
The teacher fidgeted a little before standing up, then walked over to my side and sat down with a thud. She was so close! This kind of closeness is impossible with anyone other than Komachi!
I was frozen, facing forward, so close that I could feel his breath on my ear, and I could tell he was staring at me, even though I couldn't see him. My heart rate suddenly shot up.
"Well... I think people will look at you suspiciously if you call me 'teacher'."
"Oh, well, that's true."
...I bit it in a really gross way. I want to die.
"So, just for the time we have left today, could you call me by my name?"
For a moment, I felt my movements come to a complete halt.
Oh really? You're saying I should challenge the limits of my heart rate? Oh really?
"Ah, well, surely that's a bit much..."
I bit my tongue again... How embarrassing...
The teacher looked at me with a smile as I turned bright red and stammered.
"Hehe... You're cute. Come on, just call me by my name. You can use 'Mr.'."
She places her hand on my face and turns it towards her.
I found myself staring directly into the teacher's teary eyes, and my shoulders tensed up involuntarily.
No, I can't escape. I need to brace myself.
After a while of flapping its lower jaw, it finally manages to utter a word.
"...Sh, Shizuka-san..."
When I called her name in a voice that I had strained to the limit, the teacher smiled very, very happily.
"Hmm, alright."
She removed the hand that had been resting on my face, tracing it across my cheek as if stroking it.
To be honest, I even felt like I would have accepted it without any resistance if he had kissed me right then and there.
After that, we went back to normal conversation, but the teacher wouldn't leave my side. Occasionally, she'd squeeze my hand tightly, look at me with eyes that seemed to be testing my reaction, and smile. No, this is bad, this is really bad. This feeling of enjoying being played with by an older woman like the teacher is really bad. I feel like I'm about to awaken to something. Or rather, have I already awakened to something? Huh?
Also... she often rests her head on my shoulder. It makes my heart race so much I feel like I'm going to die, so I really wish she'd stop. She has a different kind of perfume than the girls her age, a mature scent that wafts around, and to be honest, it's making me hard. I have to just accept that she knows and not be bothered, otherwise I'd be too embarrassed to continue.
This is bad, very bad. If you're not careful, you'll definitely burn yourself. And you'll definitely end up with a disgusting face.
4.
"What happens next..."
The teacher's words prompted me to look at the clock. About an hour and a half had passed. I'd been there for quite a while, all things considered. I was incredibly tired...
As I was enveloped in a strange mix of accomplishment and exhaustion, the teacher continued speaking.
"Why don't you come to my place...?"
Oh really? What did you say?
"Judging by your reaction, I thought it might be okay to stay together a little longer..."
"Well, that's fine, but... it doesn't have to be at Shizuka's house..."
I have a feeling we'll definitely end up spending the morning together. And I'll probably answer "yes."
When I answered hesitantly, the teacher got closer than ever before. Our thighs touched, her chest pressed against my right shoulder, her right hand touched my thigh, and her left hand was around my waist. Hey, this is a cafe! Haven't you forgotten?!
They were so close that their noses were almost touching, and she tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes with a wistful expression.
And then, the teacher's lips trembled for a moment.
"...Is it no good...?"
No way. There's no man in this world who could refuse an invitation from such a beautiful woman begging him like that, or rather, there shouldn't be any man who could.
After a brief moment of rapid eye movement, I swallowed hard and averted my gaze from the teacher.
"...please..."
I said "Absolutely." I said "Absolutely."
"...it was good"
She narrowed her eyes and wore a happy smile. Then, she moved her right hand, which had been touching my thigh, around my waist, pressing even closer to me.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die from the excitement.
"...Um, Sensei, this is a shop, after all..."
The teacher seemed taken aback by what I said and quickly moved away.
"...Oh, uh, you're right, I'm sorry."
The fact that he said "I'm sorry" instead of the usual "I'm sorry" made me feel a change in the distance between us, and my heart started racing again.
...Huh? Am I being conquered at an incredible pace right now?
Where did the usual disappointing teacher go?! When he gets serious, his attack power is way too high!
To be continued.