Chapter 451
Chapter 451
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 451
Chapter Title: Uninhabited Island Story (6)
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I thought I had everything I needed once I got the pots and utensils. But after living here for a few days... I realized I was short on everything. Toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, toilet paper... All the hygiene essentials for living like a proper human being. They might not be critical for survival, but they were vital for staying healthy.
Think about it. Getting an infection or a cavity on a deserted island with no hospital... Ugh, horrifying! Even with Mukai-kun around, he's no doctor, so it was better to avoid getting sick altogether.
-knock knock knock
'Mukai-kun... you got a minute?'
So, reluctantly, I went to Mukai-kun and bought the necessities. I hated being caressed by a man who wasn't my husband—let alone a student... Hng, but there were no other options! For Toyama-san and Shinada-kun's sake, I had to steel myself.
'Hah... Ungh... W-wait, you said just the thighs...'
'This is thigh too.'
'Too far in, haang... Eut, ungh... K-keep your promise...'
And so began Mukai-kun's caressing sessions.
Every transaction left him groping my breasts, thighs, and butt... Ugh, mentally exhausting times. But physically? Incredibly satisfying... Ah, Matsu-kun, I'm sorry! I felt terrible toward my husband, but each touch sent shivers of pleasure through me.
'Today... it's the butt?'
'What, you hate it?'
'No, but... Haht, ngh... T-tell me first before touching!'
My first time with my husband had left nothing but bad memories. From that day right up to our honeymoon now, Matsu-kun's caresses hadn't improved at all... But Mukai-kun's were pro-level from the start. He knew exactly where to touch my sensitive spots... Ugh, the lewd sounds I made were so embarrassing I couldn't even look up.
'Good now? I'm taking the toilet paper?!'
This led to daily self-loathing. Guilt toward my husband and disgust with myself plunged me into torment every day. Because of Mukai-kun... I was making slutty noises, a total failure as a wife and a teacher.
'Teacher, check this out! Isn't it pretty?'
'Yeah... so many stars...'
'Rei-chan, what's that constellation?'
'Beats me... ehehe.'
But there were people to comfort me: my two students, who thanked me every day. Toyama-san and Shinada-kun respected me even as they apologized, saying how grateful they were. For them, I could muster the will to keep going, no matter how hard.
And thinking of them pulled me out of that vicious self-hatred.
Visiting Mukai-kun out of adult responsibility. Having a solid justification lessened the guilt and shame bit by bit. Anyone in my shoes would do the same... Even my husband Matsu-kun would. That thought let me face Mukai-kun with a lighter heart.
Mukai-kun must have noticed, because his attitude toward me grew even more casual. He never treated me like a teacher from the start... Lately, we were practically friends. Today, in exchange for wet wipes, he proposed—out of nowhere—a weird game I'd never heard of.
"S... Sausage game?"
"You know Pepero game?"
"Yeah, I know that... Ungh? W-wait. Don't tell me..."
"Right, Pepero with sausages."
"Whaaat?!"
What nonsense was this? Pepero with sausages? I was about to snap at the absurdity when Mukai-kun pulled out the sausages for the game. Seeing them, I clapped and cheered without thinking.
"Oh, the tasty ones!"
The German handmade sausages from the cruise! I'd bragged to Matsu-kun about how delicious they were... Never dreamed I'd see them on a deserted island. Just looking made my mouth water. So, playing meant I could eat them? I'd planned to refuse, but they shook my resolve.
"Slurp, ha... smells so good..."
"Kept 'em on the cruise, still warm."
"......Gulp."
"Want some?"
"Ungh..."
Steam rising from the sausages, that irresistible aroma... Uwaaaah, so yummy! It'd been ages since meat, and I craved them desperately. One big bite... Ugh, the juices bursting in my mouth... Aah, what to do! The memory made it all too vivid; I was going crazy.
"So? Wanna play?"
"Ungh... yeah."
In the end, I accepted his ridiculous proposal.
The game's intent was obvious. A variety show stunt to force skinship. He clearly wanted to kiss me, so I'd meant to refuse... But no guarantee it'd end in a kiss, no need to chicken out preemptively. Play carefully, eat the sausage, and done. Just take one bite and quit.
No winning condition, so it favored me completely.
"Open wide."
"Aaahng... haam."
"Snap when it starts."
"Haam."
-snap
But something this delicious... I couldn't quit after one bite. Right at the start, I chomped a big piece. I glanced at Mukai-kun just in case... He just held the sausage, no movement. Cocky, acting all chill.
"Munch munch... nyaam, nyam..."
Fine, then I'd eat more. Unsatisfied with one bite, I took two, three, savoring it. Memories usually get romanticized, but this matched perfectly—blissful ecstasy. Authentic German sausages, rare in Japan. Eating them here... Haa, so good... I chewed thoroughly and stepped forward.
"Munch munch... Eut?! Umph..."
Soon, I reached Mukai-kun, who'd stayed put.
One more step... and our lips would touch. Lost in the taste, I'd ignored my plan, but if I hated kissing, I could stop now. Still, a quick peck for the last piece? Quitting here would be silly. These were precious sausages.
As I pondered...
"Uuungh?! Eut, umph! Mph!"
Mukai-kun moved.
Stepping forward, he pressed his lips to mine. Grabbing my shoulders, he invaded my mouth. His slick tongue snatched the unchewed sausage. I flailed my tongue in panicked resistance, but the surprise attack overwhelmed me.
"Haht... Eut! Ungh!"
The last piece was stolen. But I wouldn't give up easily. Craving more savoring, I stuck out my tongue like him... Haa, slurp, ungh... Between our touching lips... Chuut, haa... stealing back his saliva... N-no, the sausage! But Mukai-kun didn't yield, and soon we were...
"Chup, chu... chuut... hngh, ungh..."
Exchanging saliva like a kiss...
"Gulp, puha... Hngh, I ate it all..."
"......"
"Not yet. Might be some left..."
"Really?"
"Check every corner... Haht?! Ungh... Chun, churup..."
We ended up really kissing.
Searching for lost sausage bits, exploring each other's mouths. Not what I'd planned... Haht, slurp, w-what now? Mukai-kun demanded earnestly. I couldn't refuse. Haaa... Knowing I shouldn't, I sucked his tongue greedily, melting into his arms.
Mukai-kun was a great kisser too.
"Enough stealing, haa... churup, it's mine..."
"Nah."
"You idiot, slurp... Eut, ungh... let go."
After a week of constant skinship... my resistance to him had weakened. I felt feelings I shouldn't. After the intense kiss, teary-eyed, I looked up at him. I'm the teacher, he's the student... yet my heart raced foolishly.
"Mukai-kun... you like me that much?"
"Huh?"
"Be honest... you like me, right?"
"Hm, less 'like' and more just wanna have fun."
".........Ha?"
"Easier for both of us, right?"
"........."
-slap!
But it was all my delusion. Mukai-kun was a punk through and through, nice only for his lewd intentions. Realizing that, I shoved out of his arms. Never planned to date him anyway... But "fun"?! Furious to my core, I slapped his cheek and fled. Never relying on him again.
'Mukai, you brat!'
But... why?
Even as time passed, I couldn't forget that kiss.