Chapter 4.3

“Should I really die?”

She felt ashamed. It would be better if she could forget everything like a dream. She remembered every silly thing she said to the teacher.

“Why did I do that?”

She asked the bird sitting on the windowsill while feeding it, and the bird shook its tiny head as if answering. Chirp chirp, it’s all your own doing.

Ha… she rubbed her face with her hands. 

How would I face the teacher?

The teacher was such a kind person that he would say it was all right, but she wasn’t okay. If there was a hole, she wanted to hide in it. No, she wanted to become dust in the sky.

Moreover, because she fell asleep while just touching his face, they only had an hour of class. So, the next lesson was scheduled to be moved up and extended to three hours.

“Miss, if you leave it open, a bird might fly in. Then there will be feathers everywhere. I’ll have to sweep the place again, and you’ll have to rearrange the exhibits, right?”

“Okay, I’ll close it.”

Selly didn’t even give her time to reflect. She sent the bird back to the sky, closed the window, and sluggishly moved to sit in front of the canvas.

Maybe she should think positively.

At least she succeeded in touching the teacher. Although she wasn’t in her right mind…

She held hands and even played with his lips, so perhaps her fear of contact was completely gone.

“Should I suggest ending the lessons?”

No, that was not possible. She had a contract for a year. Unless the teacher crossed a line, she couldn’t break the contract. She had to continue the lessons.

“Aaahhh.”

She messed up her hair and shouted. Selly fussed beside her, saying her hairstyle was getting ruined.

“You, get out.”

“Oh dear, did you do something wrong to the teacher? What’s going on?”

“Yes. I did something wrong. Ha…”

“The teacher will forgive you, right? He’s a good person.”

“That’s not the problem.”

Selly, unable to understand, left the studio. She spent the entire day agonizing, unable to focus on her work.

How should she react when she saw the teacher at the next lesson? She spent days pondering this.

And then came the day of the lesson.

“Teacher, I’m sorry.”

She bowed deeply and apologized first.

“Yes, please don’t do that again.”

As expected, the teacher was upset…

“Every time you say something about dying, I’ll grab your lips.”

“What?”

She blinked her eyes blankly. Something seemed off… The teacher’s face was very serious. He placed a piece of paper and a pen on the table.

“Now, write here.”

“Write what?”

“That if you break the promise, I’ll kiss you.”

Uh-oh. While she was in a daze, the teacher handed her the pen. She, as if enchanted, wrote on the paper and even signed it.

The teacher looked at it with a very satisfied expression.

“Shall we start today’s lesson?”

“Yes…”

The issue that had been troubling her for days was resolved just like that.

All was well that ended well. Since the teacher let it go smoothly, she decided to stop thinking about it any further.

The lesson proceeded normally, and finally, she began to touch the teacher’s body in earnest.

Having already pulled his lips, she had nothing else to hesitate about.

Strangely, as if her fear of touching men had completely disappeared, she comfortably explored the teacher’s body. 

Was I really okay now? 

Come to think of it, she hadn’t thought much about the incident from her childhood while thinking about the teacher recently.

After all, her phobia started with that incident.

Now that the terrifying memory was resolved, it might have naturally gotten better.

She couldn’t be sure yet, but what mattered now was that the teacher’s body was as firm as it appeared.

The teacher’s shoulders and arms were muscular and solid. His chest wasn’t as soft as a bed sheet but was smooth and resilient. And the texture of his n*pples was similar to hers.

The n*pples had been er*ect since the teacher took off his top. Like well-ripened fruit, she pressed them with her fingertips, pinched them slightly between her fingers, and rubbed them.

“Ugh.”

“Oh, did I hurt you?”

She quickly withdrew her hand, and the teacher exhaled and shook his head.

“No, it’s not that.”

“That’s good… Hmm?”

Her gaze fell on the bulge at the center of his pants. 

Could it be…

“You’re aroused?”

“…It seems so.”

“Teacher, you were right. If a man’s organ were constantly in a state of arousal… the pants wouldn’t last.”

The teacher’s pants looked pitiful. They seemed to be holding on desperately, trembling as they stretched the fabric to its limit. She worried that the front of his pants might stretch out.

“Uh… Teacher, shouldn’t you calm it down?”

“Well, it can’t be helped. I’ll go to the restroom for a moment.”

The teacher began to put his top back on.

“Huh? You’re not going to calm it here?”

At her question, the teacher stopped moving and stared at her. His red eyes flickered. 

Was there another issue? 

The teacher seemed to be deeply contemplating something and then smiled.

“Hmm… Is it really okay to do it here?”

“Of course. You did it several times before. Should I turn around again this time?”

As she moved as if she would turn around right away, the teacher suddenly covered his face with his hand and sighed.

“Miss, you should never say such things to other men.”

“Huh? Why?”

Unless Diana brought her lover to the mansion, she didn’t think she’d have the chance to see another man’s arousal. But the teacher spoke very seriously, making her curious about the reason.

“Such words are only meant for a husband or a bedroom teacher like me.”

“…To calm it here?”

“Yes.”

Why… 

Of course, she had no intention of telling another man to resolve his arousal in front of her. Just because she had become a little familiar with the male body didn’t mean she lacked common sense to that extent.

But the teacher forbade it so seriously as if something significant would happen, making her think there might be another reason.

Could it be that the method to return the organ to its original state was as shocking as the incident from my childhood? Was that why the teacher always warned me to turn around for eye protection?

The teacher had referred to it as a preview before. She knew it was an advanced lesson, but she didn’t know how advanced it was…

“Okay.”

She nodded.

“Then I’ll be back. Today, I’m not confident in my patience to calm it with you here.”

The teacher went to the restroom and returned a few minutes later. She suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. The teacher had gone to the restroom during a lesson before.

It probably wasn’t important.

The lesson continued afterward. Like exploring an object, she touched various parts of the teacher. She touched his well-defined abs and traced her fingers along the shape of his shoulder blades and spine.

The teacher felt like a person made of fire, with heat emanating from every part she touched.

Three hours seemed long, but after exploring the teacher’s pelvis, the lesson was over. It was probably because she touched the teacher’s body slowly and carefully.

Today, it was up to the upper body. The next lesson would involve the lower body, which included the center, requiring significant mental preparation and progressing to the lesson on calming arousal, which was of great concern.

* * *

After the lesson, while having tea with the teacher, she asked something she had been curious about.

“How many students have you taught so far, Teacher?”

“Hmm, why do you ask?”

The teacher flinched and looked away.

“I was wondering if all those students completed the lessons well and are now married with cute babies.”

“Hmm.”

The teacher, who usually answered any question well, seemed to avoid this one. It was suspicious.

“Were there many students?”

The teacher suddenly pointed to a shelf.

“Oh, what’s that over there?”

“Why are you changing the subject? Did all those students see your body too?”

“You’re the only one who’s seen my body.”

“Really?”

“Teaching methods vary depending on the student.”

“Ah.”

She accepted it, but it still didn’t feel satisfying. There were students who had gone through the teacher’s lessons.

She had never had a possessive desire for a person before. Was it because the teacher was too competent? Like wanting to keep a masterpiece she accidentally discovered to herself, she suddenly wished the teacher would remain her teacher alone.

She had always wished for Felix’s magical items to become more famous and had spread them around like marketing to many people.

Why was she being so possessive about the teacher? She couldn’t understand her feelings.