Chapter 2
Chapter 2
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: A True Teacher Does Not Spare Her Body for Her Student
-----------------------------------------------------------------
"Want to tell your teacher what's troubling you? I might be able to help."
I lowered my gaze and pretended to hesitate.
"Well... the truth is..."
"Go on, tell me."
"You're the only one I can ask..."
"Really? That's great! I'll help you!"
She got so excited just at the thought of helping a student.
How much must she care about her pupils?
"Um... I want to see a woman's naked body."
"Huh? What did you say...?"
Her large eyes wavered.
She probably never imagined a worry like this.
But the fact that she didn't scold me right away showed just how good of a person she was.
"Boys your age might have those kinds of thoughts. You're at that prime age, Ian..."
"..."
"Our school's students have a duty to maintain their dignity, so you haven't had a way to relieve those urges. I'm sorry. This is my first male student, so I didn't even think about it."
I'd been racking my brain for excuses, but she interpreted it in the most convenient way all on her own. How thoughtful.
And to take such an absurd worry so seriously. This must be what they mean by a true educator.
"But still, something like that..."
She hesitated to speak.
Her mind must be torn right now—between her affection for her student and common-sense ethics.
Time to go all in.
Time to channel my all into some tearful acting to stir her maternal instincts.
As I dredged up sad memories to force out some tears—
"Would that really be enough?"
"Pardon?"
I'd assumed she'd refuse outright?
Her unexpected words caught me off guard.
Come to think of it, over the past fortnight, I'd looked so precarious that anyone would worry.
My expression had been dark enough that suicide wouldn't have seemed out of place.
Even so, to hear a request like this and not immediately reject me.
How much did she care about her students?
"...Yes."
"But would seeing my body really solve your problem...?"
She asked hesitantly, but I couldn't quite grasp her intent.
"What do you mean?"
"My body probably wouldn't do anything for you... I'm older than you, Ian, and my figure's all wrong anyway."
Her head was bowed, her voice shrinking. She really seemed to believe that.
"No way. Teacher, you're so beautiful."
"That's a lie. My friend said so. She told me guys hate it when breasts are too big—it makes us look like monsters."
"No chance. Absolutely not!"
I was 100% sure that "friend" had lied out of jealousy.
"I've never even had a close guy friend up to my age..."
She was on another level—guys probably never even dared approach.
And at twenty-nine, no experience with men? Perfect.
"Have some confidence. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Really?"
No lie. She and Selena were the top two in looks out of every woman I'd laid eyes on.
Factor in personality, and Michelle wins hands down.
"Yes. It's not just any woman's body I want to see. It's yours, Teacher."
"I... I see."
Her subtle expression suggested she wasn't displeased.
"Seeing my body will really solve your worry?"
"Yes. I think I can come to school properly now."
"...Okay. It's embarrassing, but I'm your teacher."
She clenched her fist slightly in resolve, pursing her lips adorably.
"Um, how much do I need to take off?"
"Everything."
Blushing furiously, she began undressing in front of me.
Off came the jacket and blouse, then the skirt suit.
Next, her plain white bra and panties.
But clearly embarrassed, she covered her nipples with her right arm and her crotch with her left hand.
"Teacher. I want to see properly."
"Ah, sorry."
"Wow..."
She lowered her right arm, baring her breasts.
Her left hand stayed firmly over her privates.
The sight drew an involuntary gasp from me.
I'd known before she stripped, but her breasts were enormous—befitting her overflowing maternal love.
Bigger than Selena's, even. That said it all.
Embarrassed by my stare at her pink nipples, she spun around.
Ooh... Even from behind, her sideboob was visible. Incredible size.
"Th-this enough?"
She asked with her back to me. But I couldn't stop here.
"Could I... touch your breasts?"
"Wh-what?"
She hesitated, eyes uneasy.
"If I can touch them, I think I can attend school even better."
"...Alright, okay."
Everything was going so smoothly because she was too kind.
She turned back to me and clasped her hands behind her, thrusting out her massive breasts.
"Don't squeeze too hard?"
"Okay."
"Eek!"
Ohh, the way they squished and deformed under my fingers—so soft.
And that nasal moan when I grabbed one breast in each hand? Pure sex.
"Ah... hnng..."
I kneaded them thoroughly, admiring how their shape shifted with every touch.
Then I started rolling each nipple with my index fingers.
"Ha! Not there..."
She was feeling it.
First proof: those frail moans threatening to shatter my reason, over and over.
Second: her nipples, hard and quivering faintly.
The erotic sight made me want to pounce, but I held back.
Starting with rape and winning her heart later was too risky.
"Te-teacher, your breasts aren't weird at all?"
She was still worried about that.
"Not weird in the slightest. They're beautiful. So much I want to suck them."
"S-suck? I'm not your mom..."
"Can I?"
"...Yeah."
She was into it too—her guard slipping.
I took one nipple into my mouth.
"Ngh! That's... different from touching..."
I didn't reply, just savored it.
Trapped in my mouth, I rolled the nipple with my tongue, and her moans grew louder.
"Haah... ahn..."
"Feeling good, Teacher?"
"N-no... I'm just granting your request... ahn!"
I tugged the other nipple while sucking, drawing out a lewd cry.
Her trembling waist suggested she'd climaxed lightly.
I pulled back to admire her lost in the afterglow.
Her massive, sensitive breasts rose and fell slowly with each breath.
Plenty for the next step.
"Sorry, Teacher. I can't hold back anymore."
I dropped my pants and underwear, revealing my rock-hard cock.
25 cm long.
With matching girth.
She yelped "Kyaa!" and covered her eyes with both hands.
Such an innocent reaction for twenty-nine—it made me throb harder.
"Teacher."
She slowly parted her fingers, taking in the sight.
"A-are all guys' things this big?"
"I think I'm special."
"I-I see."
Her eyes, peeking through, wouldn't leave it.
Probably how she felt when I stared at her breasts.
"It looks like it's about to burst... you poor thing."
"Teacher, I..."
She understood and shook her head.
"No. We can't. That's not something a teacher and student should do."
Straight insertion was a no-go, as expected.
No rush anyway.
My goal: make her body and heart fully mine.
Like a race—better to finish strong without crashing early.
"Then... could I at least rub it?"
"Rub...?"
"Yeah. Between your thighs."
A brief silence.
She spoke after pondering.
"...Men need it calmed down once it's like that, right?"
Not really, but I nodded along.
"If it's just rubbing..."
"Thank you!"
Permission granted—I moved in.
I approached, pressing our bodies together face-to-face.
"Kyaa!"
I grabbed her ass, pulled her close, and slid my cock into the inverted triangle between her closed thighs and pussy.
"Th-this close..."
"You're even prettier up close."
"..."
A wet sensation on the top of my shaft, tight against her pussy.
"You must've felt good too, Teacher. You're wet down there."
"Y-you! Don't say that to your teacher... It's just sweat."
Her face was right there, hands pressed kitten-like against my chest.
I resisted the urge to kiss her and began moving my hips slowly.
Slide, slide.
"Ah... hnng, hngh..."
Her face flushed from the new sensation, moaning softly.
Her pussy mound and thighs felt amazing for me too.
Her juices and sweat lubed me up, letting my cock glide smoothly over her flesh.
"Feels good, Teacher."
"I-it does? I'm not really feeling good or anything... hnng, just helping my student."
Her flushed face and ragged breaths called bullshit.
To make her honest, I ramped up the intensity.
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
I shook her ass in time with my hips.
The added force roughened her moans.
"Ahng, haht... ah! Hnng!"
"You're feeling it too, right?"
"Hngh, hnght! Th-there... it's rubbing... feels weird."
"That's the good part."
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Her arousal overflowed now, sticky sounds from our joining.
She buried her face in my chest to muffle her moans.
"Hmph, mmph, hnng!"
Her hot breaths heated my chest.
Peak building, I ground against her pussy freely.
Her cute moans.
Her voluptuous body pressed to mine.
The friction on her pussy and thighs.
All blending into ecstasy, climax nearing.
"Te-teacher! I'm almost—!"
"Hnng, hng! Ngh!"
No room for replies.
Me neither.
I moved my hands to her shoulders, peeling her off me.
Then turned her around and slipped back between her thighs from behind.
She yelped in surprise, then cried out lewdly as I resumed thrusting.
Squelch squelch!
"Ahht, haaang! Ang! Ang♥"
"Gonna cum!"
"Ah, hnng, ang! Haaang!"
Hips pistoning wildly.
"Teacher!"
"Ang, aaaang, haaaah♥"
Pleasure erupted.
Savoring the release, I looked ahead—my semen splattered everywhere.
She'd cum too, breathing raggedly in silence.
As she sagged, I caught her waist with one arm and kneaded her breast with the other.
"Hngh, my breasts..."
"Like me touching them?"
"...Dunno♥"
Melted from just thigh-fucking.
Reaction to her inexperience, or just super sensitive? Hard to say.
The women I'd been with before reacted the same—my skill, maybe?
Testing the waters, I asked:
"Teacher. I want to do it with you."
"N-no... That's for people in love."
No full insertion yet.
Still, huge progress.
"Got it. But thanks—I feel relieved now. Appreciate it."
"Mmm... Good."
Her eyes still misty and wet.
Felt like things would go smoothly from here.
"I'm insane, insane!"
Back home, Michelle flung herself onto the bed and shouted.
"Doing that with a student."
Regret washed over her the more she thought.
She'd only wanted to help a troubled pupil, but she'd crossed a line no teacher should.
For her, who'd striven since childhood to be a true educator, it was her life's biggest mistake.
"...But."
It didn't feel bad.
Quite the opposite.
So shy and inexperienced with men, she'd never even imagined a day when she'd press flesh with one.
Her body had no appeal.
It was the kind men hated.
She'd believed that, never dreaming of romance.
But someone desiring her body? Fresh. Thrilling.
She'd forgotten her duty as a teacher, lost in the pleasure.
'Still, it was wrong.'
Yet she undid her blouse buttons.
Recalling Ian's touch, she lifted her bra and fondled her breasts.
'...Not the same as his hands.'
That floating, otherworldly sensation—he'd made her feel it.
Now, fingers into her panties.
'What if he actually put it in?'
She guided her fingers toward her secret place.
Fear stopped her cold.
"Th-this isn't the time! Shower first!"
Heading to the bathroom, she tossed her panties aside—damp for some reason.