Overview

Student and teacher...a relationship in which mistakes should never be made...Mochizuki was a serious student, eager to learn, and somewhat mature compared to his classmates. One day after school, Mochizuki was studying alone in a classroom bathed in sunlight. She said there was something she didn't understand, so I told her, but when she bent over, I became conscious of her chest, which was visible through the gap in her sailor suit. "I like you." "Eh..." "I like you, the way you teach." "Don't make fun of me." "But...I like you too. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow." It's just to teach you, and there are no ulterior motives. No...it shouldn't be...desperately telling myself, I continued on my way to my classroom after school the next day. She is the same Mochizuki as always. I was the only one who took her words at face value yesterday. I'm a bad teacher...When I looked up from my textbook, she slowly began to take off her sailor suit, revealing a bulge in her chest that was out of proportion to her baby face. This is a classroom...I'm a teacher...Mochizuki is a student...No matter how hard I try to maintain my rationality, there's no way I can compete with the tight body of a young female student...I suck on Mochizuki's breasts hungrily. I am disqualified as a teacher.