The First Failing Student (8)
In Teacher's bathroom there were two toothbrushes. Two cups. Women's hair conditioner. Moisturizer, and that M-brand cleanser everyone said was packed with nutrients.
Was the roommate he'd mentioned a woman? He'd said she was family, not a wife, and that he wasn't seeing anyone. An older sister, maybe—or a younger one.
Even if he were two-timing me and lying through his teeth, I wouldn't have cared. I'd come here today because I wanted to be sure of this feeling.
I checked every last corner of myself one more time. At the very least, I wanted to leave a good impression. I'd even been thorough with the shaving.
A friend had told me men liked that sort of thing. Teacher would like it too, I was sure.
Like it.
Heart trembling, I stepped out of the bathroom. Teacher was waiting in the room. He wore that same calm, gentle smile he always did.
A cool beauty of a man. When his face was blank he looked cold, but the moment he started smiling, his expression softened until he almost seemed simple and earnest.
As if telling me to relax. As if wrapping me up in a warm hug. The smile made my heart flutter for no good reason. To be honest, I think I fell for him at first sight.
I'd never felt anything like this before, so it was only bewildering—but past that kind smile I could sense a thread of tension, and that put me at ease.
Teacher, too. He looked just as unused to this kind of thing as I was.
And still, maybe he was trying so hard for my sake, so I wouldn't panic. We'd only just met, and yet my heart settled as if I'd known him for years.
"Where should I put the clothes?"
"Ah—ah. The clothes? They're right here."
His movements were oddly stiff. He pulled the clothes out at once and handed them over.
Thankfully, he invited me to sit on the edge of the bed. The moment I carefully settled myself, he sat right beside me and beamed. Suddenly my heart felt like it was being squeezed.
"Just a moment, please."
"Sure."
He apologized for putting a student through work like this—and still watched my hands with eyes full of curiosity.
Whenever someone watched me work, my body always locked up. Afraid I'd make a mistake. Afraid it would become obvious that I was nothing next to the older girls in the Service Club, who did everything perfectly.
I always worried about that—and yet somehow I was strangely calm.
Maybe it was because of the things he'd said to me. Because of the way he treated me. Maybe I'd started hoping that even if I slipped a little, he'd be generous about it.
In truth, for someone still in his early twenties, Teacher Sion carried the air of a middle-aged man—a gentle father, even. Night after night I'd thought about him, turned him over in my mind, and finally understood.
Paternal affection.
His heart was full of kindness that asked for nothing in return. Beneath it all I could feel a deep interest, as if he'd been quietly cheering for me from behind all along.
That I was left-handed. That I was in the Service Club. That my skills weren't good. He already knew all of it. The careful way he tried not to make me uncomfortable felt so good.
"I'm finished."
"Already? Your hands are incredibly fast."
"Hehe. This is my job, after all. Is there anything else?"
"Sadly, no. Could I ask you again next time?"
"Of course."
Teacher. I'm sorry.
I couldn't bring myself to meet those pure, sincerely grateful eyes. The button that had come off his neat suit—that had been because of me.
When he'd come to my house yesterday, I'd waited until he was washing his hands and quietly torn it free. Made it look as if it had snagged on something by accident.
I'd wanted to come to his house somehow. And I wanted to be sure whether this feeling was just the flutter of admiration—or whether I liked him as a man.
"Ah—should I go call the cat?"
The work was done, so he stood to give me the payment I'd asked for. I grabbed his sleeve at once. Everything had gone according to plan, and yet the moment I had to say it myself, the shame was overwhelming.
"Hm? What's wrong, Selena?"
That low, gentle baritone made my cheeks tremble. I forced my breathing steady and looked up at him. He tilted his head with a puzzled expression.
"Teacher Sion."
He stopped on his way out of the room and sat back down on the bed. Then he looked at me steadily, as if he were ready to hear anything I had to say.
"I came here because I wanted a change of pace."
"Mm. I know."
"Eh?"
"My little sister is the kind of adorable creature who makes people happy just by existing."
I jumped. For a second I thought he'd seen straight through me.
I slowly shook my head and looked at him properly. Thick brows and a sharp jawline. An Adam's apple that stood out as if proving that deep voice. Clear yellow eyes.
I only realized afterward how close we were. Faced with the seriousness in his gaze, I couldn't keep looking and dropped my head.
"Last time… I asked you to watch me when I took a break to feel better, didn't I?"
Teacher flinched. I didn't let the momentum break and kept going.
"The truth is, I came here because I wanted to try it in front of you, Teacher Sion."
"What."
"I'm sorry. Asking something like this so suddenly."
"Selena. I know you don't make requests like this lightly. For now—can you tell me why you want to do it?"
I'd been certain he'd be disgusted. Of course he would. However kind he was, my twisted craving wasn't something easy to accept.
A body that got aroused by other people's eyes.
Afraid, I slowly lifted my head.
Teacher was still looking down at me with that warm gaze. And once again, I clung to that kindness of his. I knew I shouldn't—and still I ended up acting spoiled.
"After I talked with you, Teacher Sion… I've been able to sleep soundly."
"Really? I'm glad."
"But… I still haven't stopped masturbating."
"Ah. Um. I see."
Watching his cheeks flush red, a strange impulse rose in me—the urge to tease him. He wasn't an Ability user, after all. I had the power.
"So I got curious. What's made my heart so at ease lately."
"You wanted to figure it out."
"Yes. So I brought this."
I pulled the little bag off my shoulder, brought it around front, and unzipped it. I took out the pink bullet vibrator inside. Teacher leapt half out of his seat on the spot.
A pure reaction—like he'd never been around anything like it.
"Please, Teacher Sion. I know it's a bad habit. An unhealthy way of doing things."
"But it's not a dangerous way, is it? At the very least, I think of it as taking care of your own body."
"But still—"
"Anything's fine if you keep it in moderation. As long as you don't cross the line."
It almost sounded like he was saying it to himself. When I glanced down, his hand was resting over his groin as if trying to hide something.
"Then… will you help me with my change of pace?"
"Will that put your heart at ease, Selena?"
"Yes. Whether it's your counseling… or the masturbation."
Or maybe both.
"I want you to watch. So I can know what's made my condition better."
"All right."
He swallowed hard, his face taut with tension. If it made him uncomfortable—if he thought he might cross a line—he could have refused. The fact that he agreed because he was more worried about me than anything else…
"Is it all right if I make a bit of a mess? I'll clean up after."
"No, no. I'll handle the cleaning, so don't worry about it."
"Hehe. Thank you, Teacher Sion."
I knew this wasn't normal. Doing this when we weren't even lovers was a problem—I understood that. And still, in this moment, I was excited.
Probably because of the way Teacher was looking at me.
I stood and, right in front of his eyes, slowly undressed. Aside from the apron, it was barely different from a swimsuit, so it didn't take long.
The clothes slid down and tickled my ankles.
Teacher followed them with his eyes—and suddenly flinched. Was it because the fabric underneath was already soaked through? Or because of the thick slick of arousal running down my thighs?
I looked away from the two pupils that had begun to quietly lift toward me. Then, for him to see, I flipped up the apron and spread my already-wet folds.
Teacher coughed in flustered surprise. But because I'd asked him to watch, he didn't look away.
Surely it wasn't that he couldn't tear his eyes off me because I was that attractive. Though if it were… I might have been a little happy.
I brushed my fingertips over the slick, dripping flesh inside. Deliberately, the way you tease, I stroked the outside. And as I did, I tapped at my clit.
Knowing Teacher was watching made me feel more sensitive than usual. I could have gone over the edge in an instant if I wasn't careful. But I wanted this time to stretch out longer.
A little more. I wanted him to see the private parts of me.
"Nngh♡ Mmngh♡"
Carefully I pushed two fingers into the hole and worked them. The wet squelch rang out clear. I thrust my hips forward so he could see properly and focused on my weak spot.
I could feel the hot slick running down the insides of my thighs. It was a cool, unfamiliar sensation—and that only excited me more. Me, who always had to be perfect… dripping vulgarly like this.
I wondered if he'd realized that the messy one was actually me.
The student he'd praised as amazing, saying it was nice to watch her work so hard—was actually a pervert who masturbated thinking about her teacher.
"Ah—♡ Nngh—ah♡ I'm—♡♡♡"
I hadn't even worked myself that long before my hips rocked back and forth. In the end I yanked my fingers free hard—and came.
The spray of slick spattered across Teacher's face. He stared at me blankly. Guilt and a thrill of wrongness crashed over me in a wave, but I couldn't stop.
"Haah♡ N-next… I'll do it with this♡"
I took the pink bullet I'd set out earlier and pushed it in between my twitching folds. Right after coming, a chill ran down my spine.
I took a breath, then switched on the wireless remote.