"You can let go of me now, Komuro-san. It's all over," Mafuyu exclaimed, as always, despite how drunk she was.
"I don't think that's the most appropriate thing right now," Takashi said, walking ahead of the woman.
"Not in the state you're in, Sensei."
"Thank you for helping me." She responded, looking away. Takashi was looking forward and didn't see her until after hearing her. "For a moment, I felt real fear."
"It's okay to feel fear. Even I would be afraid if two guys like that caught me alone in the middle of the street," Komuro said, looking directly at the woman. "Even a man feels fear."
"Tell me, what were you doing around here, anyway? You're wearing your school uniform at this hour," Kirisu exclaimed, feeling the alcohol levels decreasing in her system. It was around there, a little past nine at night.
"Well..." He had to make up an excuse. "It hasn't been long since I finished my special classes with Hayashi-sensei, and I was heading home."
"So many hours of tutoring?" The pink-haired teacher was curious.
"They're very strict classes she gives me," Komuro said.
"It doesn't matter. I live over there, so I'd better go." Mafuyu said goodbye—or so she thought. The teacher took a step in the opposite direction, but someone still held her.
"Komuro-san, you can let go of me now."
"I... don't think so," he answered, showing concern. "In the state you're in, Sensei, you can't go home alone."
"It's not good for a student to be out on the streets so late." She didn't want him to follow her to her new apartment.
What came next was an unexpected turn for Kirisu. She never expected the dark-haired boy to end up taking her to his house. Stunned, Kirisu looked around Komuro's room while sitting on the edge of the boy's bed, uncomfortable, thinking about how she ended up here to begin with.
"For a boy who lives alone, you know how to keep his house in order," the teacher said, appreciating the cleanliness of Komuro's room.
"It's even much more organized than my house."
"Everything in order, Sensei." Komuro entered his room with a towel in his hands, drying his hair.
Fortunately for Mafuyu, the boy was dressed, but even so, she couldn't help but blush at seeing him. "Is something wrong?"
"No, everything's fine," she responded. It was the first time she'd been in a man's room. She had never seen a certain boy from her past in such a way; however, for some strange reason, she could see Komuro as such.
"Well, since Kirisu-sensei is my guest tonight, you can sleep in my room. I'll sleep in the living room," Komuro declared, leaving the towel drying on a chair in his room.
"Wait!" She stopped him by grabbing the edge of his white shirt. "It would be uncomfortable to sleep alone in a boy's bed. Besides, it's your bed, not mine."
If you're wondering—yes, she wasn't wearing her teacher clothes from before. Wearing a shirt Komuro provided and a clean pair of his boxers, Mafuyu lay back-to-back with the teacher in his bed, going to sleep early for another school day. The shirt Kirisu wore was short on her; her navel was visible, and her bust was accentuated more than necessary. Likewise, the boxers the boy gave her—the clothing was lost between her buttocks, giving better shape to her circumference. However, Komuro showed no modesty when he looked at her.
"Sensei, I can't sleep," Takashi said just thirty minutes after lying down in the shared bed with Kirisu. Such a declaration put the teacher on alert.
"Why do you say that, Komuro-san?" She felt a certain déjà vu, Mafuyu with those words.
"Because Kirisu-sensei is pushing me off the bed." Takashi was centimeter by centimeter—more off the bed than on it.
"I'm sorry!" The teacher immediately moved over. "I don't usually sleep accompanied at home."
"Kirisu-sensei, are you single?" he asked.
"It's disrespectful to ask about your teachers' personal lives, you know that," she answered, Mafuyu's heartbeats becoming more agitated.
"Right now, we're not student and teacher—just two people who barely know each other sharing the same bed." Takashi turned around to speak into his teacher's ear, making her bristle, especially as she felt the boy's hand on her stomach while she lay on her side.
"What are you doing?" Kirisu questioned, tense.
"It's just that I'm used to sleeping hugging a pillow," he said—a lie that wouldn't serve him.
"A pillow, or a woman?" Mafuyu said in a sullen tone. It was Takashi who began to tremble at that moment. "I already know your secret."
Kirisu turned around and ended up on top of Komuro, subduing the boy in his own bed with her sitting on Takashi's lap. With the dark-haired boy's phone in her hands, Kirisu saw the conversations Takashi had on his device, searching to know more about him, but she ended up finding the intimate conversations Komuro had with his teachers and certain classmates.
Besides loving messages, she received images from them, as well as him sending material of himself.
Why did she decide to check Takashi's device? Because Mafuyu, waiting in Komuro's bed, heard that his phone received a message from Hayashi saying she regretted not spending the rest of the night with him, as she wanted for certain reasons.
So the science teacher sent him a special photo wearing a provocative lingerie set.
"So these are the special classes you have with Hayashi-san?" Kirisu questioned, showing the conversation and the image sent by the teacher.
"When the principal finds out about this... Having sexual relations not with one but with three teachers, plus your classmates."
She seemed to have the boy subdued, but it wasn't quite as it seemed.
"Kirisu-sensei, what do you gain by doing this?" he asked without showing intimidation.
That question caused more than Takashi expected from Mafuyu. As if he had touched a sensitive fiber in her.
"Do you think it's good to play with a woman's feelings?" She began to vent to Takashi. "Isn't one enough for you, but several? You have no shame."
"Sensei?" He noticed the pink-haired woman was about to cry while she had him subdued.
"At my previous school, there was a boy who, for a moment, I thought I could have a relationship with. But it turned out to be a misunderstanding—he ended up falling in love with another girl. The shame I felt after that..." Mafuyu briefly recounted, remembering that boy she had gotten her hopes up about for a moment. Only to see him go with another, far from her.
"I came to Fujimi to get away from that story of mine, and just when I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love with another of my students again, I had to meet you... And be disappointed again."
He didn't say any words at the moment. Takashi might have thought it was the alcohol in her blood that made Mafuyu open her emotions to him.
However, looking closely at Kirisu's face, the dark-haired boy saw a small tear fall from Mafuyu's eyes. It wasn't his intention to give her hope, but thanks to Imamura, Kirisu ended up falling in love with him. Though it might also be Takashi's own fault.
"I'm sorry. It was never my intention to make Sensei interested in me in that way," Takashi responded after thinking about his words.
"It's fine. I'd better start giving up—that love thing is just sappy nonsense." Kirisu dried her own tears.
"Don't think that way. Kirisu-sensei is very beautiful and young. There must be someone who sees you the same way I see you," he said despite still being beneath the woman on his lap.
"You just want to see this from me." She lifted the shirt Takashi gave her, and just like that, Mafuyu showed her bare breasts to the boy for a moment before covering them again.
"This is what you want to see from me, right?" She pouted.
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