Self-Development
Still wrapped in the teacher's coat, I returned to my room and found myself thoroughly cornered by an awkward, miserable mood.
Morally speaking, the right thing was to go back at once and put the clothes where they belonged. But if I went now, I would almost certainly run into that temporary nurse I had just seen in the infirmary.
After the way I had behaved—so rude, then bolting—turning up again to return the coat I had essentially stolen would be a special kind of hell. Nothing else quite matched that level of mortification.
What do I do?
I turned the problem over and over, but no good solution presented itself. Going back right now was out of the question… Better to wait until tomorrow, when the temporary teacher would be gone, and sneak the coat back then. That seemed the gentlest way out.
Having settled on that plan, I felt even more exhausted and threw myself onto the bed.
I had a rough outline of what to do, yet my heart stayed unsettled. The fact that I had, however unintentionally, committed theft kept pricking at my conscience.
I tossed and turned a few times, then lifted one of the long, drooping sleeves and brought it closer to my face. The white coat drew near, and the teacher's scent washed over me in a sudden wave.
Sniff, sniff.
"Ah…"
Everything that had been knotted up inside my chest, making me so uncomfortable, melted away in an instant. It happened the moment I breathed him in.
My chattering teeth stilled. My shoulders, which had been hiked up tight, slowly lowered. The tension dissolved like snow in spring. Was his scent working on me like a sedative? Or was it the complex blend of the infirmary's familiar, calming smell that clung to the fabric and his own scent layered over it?
That his fragrance could have this kind of power was still a little startling. I twitched my nose a few times and drew the scent in deep. It seemed to pierce straight through to my brain.
I kept breathing him in, eyelids fluttering. Something hard to put into words rose up—yet if I had to force it into language, it was closest to happiness. A soft, enveloping happiness that wrapped around me completely.
I felt the corners of my mouth lift into a foolish little smile.
Before long my body began to heat. The warmth started low in my belly, from my womb, and spread outward to every extremity, carrying a hot, restless excitement with it.
In the end I could not hold back any longer. I started stripping everything off. I was about to begin masturbating just like that when a sudden hollow feeling made me pull the teacher's coat back on alone.
Naked beneath his coat, I gave one full-body shiver. Every time the fabric, still carrying his scent, brushed bare skin, the sensation was strange and electric.
His fragrance filled me completely. It felt almost as if I were naked in his arms. Something soft and ticklish and fluffy seemed to bloom inside my chest. My mood soared; I grinned like an idiot.
Not that I actually wanted him to do that to me, of course. It was just that imagining it made me feel good.
Anyway, with no real foreplay needed, I was already warmed up. I brought my hand between my legs.
Squelch…
I pressed my fingers lightly together and rubbed. A thick, wet sound rose, and my lower back trembled.
"Haa…"
Only moments ago I had been fretting about conscience and theft, and now here I was, naked and ready to touch myself. It was a little ridiculous, but I had already decided to return the coat tomorrow. Using it for just one day beforehand couldn't be that bad, right? And Teacher Yohan was kind… He would surely be generous enough to overlook me borrowing his clothes. Yes. So it was fine.
A little triangle of guilt spun furiously in my mind, jabbing at my conscience, but right now even that only fed the sense of wrongdoing and the excitement.
Squelch… Squish, squish, squish…
"Nngh! Nnh, haah…! Ah, ah…♡"
I parted the pretty, tightly closed outer lips and gently scraped along the inside. Every time my fingers lightly traced the vaginal walls, my thighs quivered. The prickling rush of goosebumps felt wonderful.
I lifted the other sleeve and buried my nose deep in the hanging fabric.
Sssss—haaa—
I breathed in and out as if I were wearing an oxygen mask. The faint scent that rose was terribly addictive. Combined with the fingers working inside me, a pleasure I could barely handle began to surge. It felt as though even my brain were being violated; my eyelids fluttered hard.
"O-oh…♡"
A stupid little moan slipped from my rounded lips. Happiness climbed without limit, as if I had been injected with some dangerous drug.
I didn't need a mirror to know what I looked like. Slack, blissed-out face, eyes rolled back. By any measure I looked like a severe addict.
I'm done for.
Just thinking about the teacher was enough to reduce me to this now. Only a few days ago it hadn't been this bad, but while he was away on his trip I had masturbated every single day thinking only of him, and somehow my body had become like this.
An irreversible change. I couldn't go back, and I didn't particularly want to. I simply breathed deep and savored the sweet happiness.
I wasn't in love with him… so why did just thinking about him make me burn and ache like this?
I'm not in love… right?
Honestly, even I wasn't sure anymore. My head insisted no, but my womb seemed to hold a different opinion. Every time I rolled the two syllables of his name across my tongue, it throbbed hard, insisting on its presence. Caught between the two organs, my heart only flailed in confusion. It had so little sense that the slightest chance set it pounding and heated my whole body.
I didn't even really understand why I had started using the teacher as masturbation material in the first place. At the time I had simply felt that I had to, but why had that thought come to me? Even I couldn't follow the direction of my own mind.
Squish-squish-squish…!
"Nngh, ahn, ah, haa-euh…!"
I didn't know. The serious, fundamental questions were soon swept away by the waves of pleasure.
My Intuition rang frantic alarm bells, screaming at me to grab hold of those doubts, but right now I couldn't care less. Feeling good in the moment mattered more than any of those useless worries.
Breathing in his scent while I worked my fingers inside myself, I felt the climax rising fast. It hadn't even been that long since I started. My pathetic little pussy clenched tight around my fingers after only a few strokes, already on the verge of coming.
"Nnh, a-eup, T-Teacher…♡ Ah…!"
I lifted my thumb and pressed hard on my clitoris like a finishing blow. My thighs snapped shut and my back arched.
"──♡──♡♡"
A silent scream. My vision went pure white, as if I had been electrocuted, and every movement cut off at once—
"Ah-hyak…! A-ah…!"
The huge breath I had drawn filled my lungs and refused to leave. Weak, almost sobbing little sounds escaped a few times. When a person cries too hard, they sometimes forget how to breathe properly. I had fallen into that state. A short spell of breathlessness hit me, as if I might pass out at any second.
"Ngh, hic! Hic, hic, huu…!"
With that rather comical breathing, I worked hard to empty the air from my lungs and calm myself down.
Once I had weathered the storm, the aftershocks of pleasure came rolling in like residual tremors.
I writhed and twisted, gasping in the afterglow of orgasm.
Lately I had prided myself on growing somewhat used to sexual pleasure, yet this climax was as intense as the very first time I had ever touched myself. The moment my mind went white-hot left almost no memory behind.
Why had it been so much stronger than usual? Simply because I had masturbated while breathing in the teacher's scent?
"One more time…"
I didn't really know, but if I did it once more I felt I might understand the reason.
Muttering something close to an excuse, I brought my hand back between my legs.
I was going to put the coat back in its proper place tomorrow anyway, so using it freely for just today should be fine. Probably.
And that night I kept my nose buried in the teacher's coat and masturbated until dawn.
The next day was no different.
When the moment actually came, my resolve to return the stolen clothes vanished without a trace, replaced by ugly little excuses like "just one more time."
Selling off conscience and morality for mere lust brought an unbearable sense of transgression. That day's masturbation felt more than twice as good as usual. A dangerously sweet pleasure was beginning to devour me.
The day after that, and the day after that, were the same. Just once more. Really, only once more. Every day I repeated the same excuse and freely postponed the chance to undo my mistake.
I finally decided to return the coat only when even the last lingering trace of his scent had been completely overwritten by my own. Only after I had enjoyed it to the fullest and its usefulness had essentially expired did the will to put it back appear.
Was I always this lacking in self-control?
I even felt a twinge of self-loathing.
Right after finishing the day's schedule, I packed the coat I had carefully washed the night before into my bag and headed for the infirmary.
Things had gone a little sideways, but… if I just put it back now, everything would be fine. The teacher still hadn't returned, and the mistake could still be fully corrected.
Nothing was out of place. At this hour the temporary teacher would be away from the desk; I only had to slip the coat back and leave, and everything would return to normal. It was a simple matter.
Once I put this back, I really intended to cut down on the masturbation. If I kept going like this, I felt I would turn into something only vaguely human.
Making these and other resolutions, I carefully opened the infirmary door.
And from inside came a familiar voice.
"It's been a while, Eileen."
"Ah…?"
I blinked, expression blank with shock.