Chapter 4.1 – Did You Come from the Heavens?

It was already the third week.

Last week, having overcome the organ, the observation phase had ended. Having observed the subject thoroughly, it was now time to check the sensation.

“From the next session, we finally move on to stage 2, ‘Touching’.”

Phew, her heart was pounding.

Since she was twelve, she hadn’t held a man’s hand other than her father’s. It had even been a long time since she had any physical contact with her father.

So, the thought of touching the teacher made her naturally nervous.

“Touching the teacher.”

She really couldn’t imagine it. Since the class was tomorrow, she needed to sleep quickly… but she couldn’t fall asleep.

She recalled when her hand brushed against the teacher’s the other day, and it was fine. And how she had wiped the tea that spilled on the teacher’s collarbone with a handkerchief without hesitation.

Both instances were spontaneous, but what was clear was that she hadn’t felt uncomfortable. Until then, even brushing against other men had made her flinch. That was a significant improvement.

So her courage kept coming and going throughout the day.

She thought, “I can touch other parts too! I can touch for a long time!” But then…

No, it won’t be possible… I would become dejected.

Yesterday, she even tried a flower fortune-telling trend among commoners using a magical flower basket. The basket continuously produced artificial flowers, so she could do many fortune-tellings on the topic of ‘Can I touch or not?’

The result was half and half.

…In other words, it was a waste of time.

On a sleepless night, tossing and turning in bed, her heart raced as if she had drunk a lot of tea.

She turned onto her stomach, flipped over, and lay on her side countless times before opening the curtains to look outside. A large moon hung in the night sky.

‘Maybe I should practice in my imagination.’

It seemed like a good idea. In fact, she had done a lot of review before, so it wasn’t difficult when she looked at a man’s organ.

So, if she prepared her mind through imagination learning in advance, wouldn’t she be brave for tomorrow’s class and be okay when she touched the teacher?

She closed her eyes and pictured the teacher’s body in her mind.

Having familiarized herself with the teacher’s body through observation, she could easily recall that beautiful figure.

The teacher had a sculpted body, but since he was a living person, he wouldn’t be as hard as a statue.

But his body wouldn’t be soft either, right? 

She gently rubbed her own belly with her hand. Bathing earlier, Selly had added a lot of frankincense to the bathtub, making her skin feel smooth.

Would it feel like this when I touched the teacher? It didn’t seem likely.

It was impossible to predict the teacher’s body using her own.

She didn’t have abs like the teacher, nor was her chest flat.

Still, she thought the texture of the n*pples might be similar, so she touched the tip with her fingertips. Then the n*pple, hidden in the ar*ola, popped out. When she rubbed it between her index finger and thumb, she felt it harden.

‘Come to think of it, the teacher’s n*pples also popped out like this.’

She remembered how they appeared like fruit. She hadn’t paid attention to n*pples in her life, but did human n*pples normally hide and reappear?

After fiddling with her n*pples and brushing her ar*ola a few times, she looked around the room.

This time, she was trying to find something comparable to the chest texture. But there wasn’t anything suitable. In the end, she pressed her palm into the bed.

The bed sheet sank and then rose. The sheet was soft and fluffy. The feeling was so pleasant that she unconsciously rubbed it with her hand, then met eyes with the moon.

…Suddenly, she felt foolish and stopped her hand.

The bright moon seemed to be looking at her disdainfully, as if saying, “What are you doing on this moonlit night?”

She had once worked on a fairy tale where the moon appeared. In it, the moon shone on children doing bad things secretly at night, exposing their shame.

She felt like the child in that fairy tale. Even though she intended to practice, she realized she was doing something embarrassing alone.

Sigh, I should just sleep.

She thought, pulling her hand away from the bed and lying back down.

But that embarrassing action had chased away her sleep entirely. She felt like she would stay up all night.

‘Should I count sheep?’

But as she counted cute sheep with fluffy white wool, she ended up thinking about the teacher’s hair.

‘Is the teacher fluffy too?’

She was going crazy. At some point, while counting sheep, she was counting the teacher.

When there were about a hundred teachers in her mind, she finally gave up counting sheep and forced her eyes shut. Then various random thoughts came to her.

‘How did the teacher end up teaching bedroom lessons?’

Come to think of it, she knew nothing about the teacher. There was also the part where she deliberately didn’t ask because she wanted to see the teacher purely as a teacher.

The teacher never talked about himself.

So she didn’t know if he only taught bedroom lessons or if he did other work too. She didn’t know his status.

Just by looking at the teacher’s appearance and atmosphere, it seemed like he was of a high status she couldn’t reach.

But such a person wouldn’t do bedroom teaching. Was this a prejudice?

‘The teacher must have mastered the art of the bedroom to teach someone.’

Then he must have had relationships with many women.

Crazy! 

Embarrassed by the thought, she buried her face in the pillow. It was a topic she didn’t want to think about.

But once the thought started, it continued through the dawn.

In the end, she didn’t sleep a wink. She might as well have done some night work in her studio.

Deep regret washed over her, but she had already greeted the morning with open eyes.

* * *

Because she hadn’t slept, she was dozing off all day. She had work that needed to be finished early, so she worked without sleep, and her mind was foggy, causing her head to droop repeatedly.

Selly suggested she take a nap. But because she made mistakes from dozing off during work, she could only put down her brush by evening.

“Ah, I can’t do this. I’m going to sleep, so wake me up ten minutes before the teacher arrives.”

“Yes! Please sleep quickly. Your eyes are half-closed.”

So she gave up on dinner and, with a big yawn, crawled into bed.

Exhausted, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

And then…

When she opened her eyes, an inexplicable chill ran through her. 

This feeling… 

She jumped up and looked outside; as expected, it was dark. The clock showed 9 o’clock.

Argh! 

Her mind went blank, and a scream escaped her.

She had definitely told Selly to wake her before the lesson. She was starting to feel resentful toward Selly for no reason.

Without even tidying her tousled hair, she dashed out of the room and headed to the studio.

As expected, the teacher was already in the studio. He smiled when he saw her.

“Are you awake?”

“Huff, huff, you should have told Selly to wake me.”

“I heard you couldn’t sleep last night, Miss. I told her not to wake you on purpose.”

His gentle words made her feel even more embarrassed and sorry.

“But you waited for an hour, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine. I was looking around the studio while waiting.”

The teacher’s heart was truly as wide as the sky. If it were her, she would have scolded for breaking the promise.

Since it was late, they started the lesson immediately.

But even a short nap didn’t erase the fatigue.

During the precious lesson time, her eyes kept closing.

“…Miss?”

“Ah, yes!”

Startled by the voice calling her, she opened her eyes wide. Her gaze had drifted to the floor again. Embarrassed, she lifted her head to find the teacher looking at her with concern.

“Shall we rest today?”

“No, it’s fine.”

She shook her head, rubbing her eyelids.

The reason she hadn’t slept yesterday was because of this lesson. She didn’t want to stop today after waiting for this time without sleep.

The teacher still looked at her with worried eyes. She kept insisting she was fine, forcing strength into her eyes.

“So, where did you say I should touch?”

“Start with the face.”

“The face, yes.”

Nodding, she raised her hand. The teacher leaned his face toward her. The teacher’s face came closer.

Even while sleepy, he was really handsome. Maybe it was because his appearance seemed like something out of a dream. The teacher’s face made her feel even more dazed.