#23: The Beautiful Teacher’s Pure Love… (Sarcasm)

After capturing Kyouko-chan’s heart at the literature club, I found myself dragged along by her to her car. For some reason, I was being forcibly driven to an unknown location.

“So… where exactly are we going?”

“My place.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because it’s the weekend and I’m in the mood to drink. You’re going to keep me company, Mizumoto.”

“But I’m one of your students and I’m still a minor…”

“You don’t have to drink. Just keep me company while I have some. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Ugh…”

Her forceful attitude was nothing new, but her expression looked almost cheerful somehow.

She seemed pretty emotionally unstable earlier, but now she looks calm. Should I be worried?

On the way, we stopped at a convenience store to buy beer and some snacks, then drove to the apartment complex where Kyouko-chan lived.

Kyouko-chan put her work bag and the things we’d bought on the coffee table in the living room and said, “I’m going to go change. Just sit somewhere and wait for me. I’ll be back soon,” before disappearing into what I assume was the bedroom.

With nothing better to do, I put the snacks in the fridge and washed the dishes that were in the sink. Since she still hadn’t come back, I started making yakisoba and a salad as side dishes.

I was humming as I cooked, and about twenty minutes later, Kyouko-chan came back.

“Sorry for the wait. So, what do you think? I figured this would be your thing, right?”

Kyouko-chan had come back wearing a maid outfit.

She’d even done her hair in twin tails to match the outfit.

“W-w-what’s going on!? I mean, I do like this kind of thing, but…”

“Look, when I decide to do something, I do it right.”

A beautiful woman in glasses with a perfect figure wearing a maid outfit—the destructive power was definitely off the charts.

But considering her age, I had to ask.

“Um, Kyouko-chan, I mean, your maid outfit is incredibly cute and it’s super destructive, but I’m starting to worry you’ve gone crazy or something.”

“Listen here, Mizumoto. I know you probably think I’m just some rough, crude, past-her-prime woman, but I’ve got a pure, innocent maiden’s heart too, okay?”

She literally just said “pure and innocent maiden.”

After all that ranting about the nobility of BL.

“Besides, Mizumoto, you were the one who got Tsuchida to wear a school swimsuit, right?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, when I saw her in it, I thought, ‘I’m jealous! I want to wear one too!’ or ‘I want to teach class in one!’ So today I decided to express my feelings to you. Though, I went with a maid outfit instead of a school swimsuit since Tsuchida’s already got that one covered.”

This is seriously not “pure and innocent” at all.

Is this seriously the kind of teacher our school employs? Are we going to be okay?

Actually, is she the only one like this?

“Alright, fine. I’ll accept this as part of my duties as a protagonist, so let me pamper maid-outfit Kyouko-chan today.”

“Oh! Is that so? Well then, let me get started…”

Kyouko-chan sat seiza on the floor, cleared her throat with an ahem, and then pressed three fingers together on the ground and spoke in a sweet, breathy voice:

“Welcome home, Master~ ♡ Would you like to take a bath♪ Or perhaps dinner♪ Or perhaps…”

“Whoa, hold on, that’s way too over the top right from the start!”

Ignoring my protests, Kyouko-chan’s momentum just kept building.

“Oh no, I’ve done something wrong! Ah, so you’re going to punish this careless Kyouko, Master~☆ O-okay… please be gentle with me♡”

Saying that, she got on all fours and happily presented her rear end to me, flipping up her skirt.

What appeared was a pair of white and light blue striped panties.

So Kyouko-chan (29, single) was apparently asking me to give her a spanking as punishment.

By the way, Kyouko-chan hasn’t had a single drop of alcohol yet.

So the “beautiful high school teacher” was just a mask. Underneath, she was a complete degenerate.

Yes.

I was a man burdened by sin—Norio.

#23.5: The Degenerate Teacher’s Pure Love

My parents were both teachers.

A serious, properly-behaved father and an education-obsessed mother. I was their only daughter, raised in such a household.

From childhood, I attended numerous lessons and cram schools every single day. I had no time to play with friends, watch TV, or play video games.

The memories felt like a desert.

I attended an all-girls middle and high school, and I have no recollection of ever having a conversation with the opposite sex, let alone a romantic relationship.

It was just studying and lessons, day after day.

The turning point in my dreary adolescence came when I was nineteen, a first-year university student studying to become a teacher.

Still serious, still ignorant of even the slightest romantic concepts, I happened to pass by a bookstore. A poster on display caught my eye.

It was a depiction of a Chinese general drawn in a handsome anime style, and I fell in love at first sight.

I immediately rushed into the bookstore and practically shouted at the clerk, “That poster out front! Where can I find it!?”

And that’s where my youth went off the rails.

The work was titled “This Love and Hate, Beyond Red Cliff: Now I Go to Meet You,” and it was a BL novel.

The handsome general depicted on the poster was Zhou Yu, a warrior of the kingdom of Wu, and the story was a forbidden romance between him and his enemy—the legendary strategist Zhuge Liang.

Sweet at times, heartbreaking at others, and burning with jealous passion, I fell completely for this tale of forbidden love between men.

This work remains my bible to this day.

From the moment I discovered the world of BL, I was completely hooked.

I tore through BL works like a hungry animal, my horizons expanded, and I made friends who shared my interests. Soon, I wasn’t just consuming BL—I was diving into all sorts of otaku culture: anime, light novels, and everything else.

The backlash from all those years of serious study and nothing but studying was immense. I went without sleep, consumed everything I could find, debated and argued online with strangers on message boards, and fell deeper and deeper into the abyss.

The fact that I was still a virgin probably made it worse.

An innocent girl discovered BL before experiencing real love.

Selling my soul to the demon of BL was inevitable.

After all those years as a student, I became a public high school teacher, only to find the job incredibly harsh for someone like me—an innocent girl with zero real-world experience.

I faced constant sexual harassment and power harassment from male colleagues and students every single day.

Lecherous stares followed me everywhere—in the classroom, in the staff room.

To endure that brutal first few years, I spent my nights getting revenge in my head, imagining the men who harassed me being violated and destroyed in brutal detail.

As I got closer to thirty and was no longer “the new teacher,” I gained some authority and a certain toughness that prevented people from looking down on me.

After all these years of teaching, I started thinking: “I guess I’m just going to spend the rest of my life as a teacher and a BL enthusiast.”

But then a single male student appeared in front of me.

If I had to describe him in one phrase, he was a direct hit (in terms of my BL preferences).

He wasn’t particularly handsome, but he always acted cocky and confident, spouting clichéd, cheesy pickup lines without a shred of shame—lines that you don’t even see in modern romance manga anymore. Like “So you really like me that much?” or “You’re such a cute little kitten.”

It was the first shock I’d experienced since meeting Zhou Yu at nineteen.

*“Ah, I want to see this student broken and violated in the most pathetic way possible…”

Admitting that thought probably makes me a terrible teacher, but it was the voice of my soul.

To be honest, I violated him countless times—in my imagination.

I was so worked up that I couldn’t sleep, and my productivity was shot.

But outwardly, we were a teacher and student.

I could never let it be known that I spent my nights fantasizing about defiling him.

So I made sure to be strictly professional with him, keeping a certain distance and maintaining the mask of a responsible educator.

But he didn’t play along.

Regardless of the fact that I was his teacher, he would casually step into my personal space, provoke me, and sweet-talk me. I’m sure he didn’t intend it as flirting—it was probably just a habit—but the combination of his casual approach and his role as a direct hit (my BL preference) was too much for someone like me with zero real romantic experience.

Even worse, the lecherous stares I’d been receiving from men started feeling like pleasure instead of discomfort when they came from him.

“Ah, look at me more.

Only look at me.

And more than that…

That look of contempt… I can’t take it…

Mmm, being looked down upon is so pleasurable…

My masochistic side was awakening too.

Around that time, the head of my literature club said something strange:

“Mizumoto Norio might have ‘Romantic Comedy Syndrome.'”

*At first, I thought: What is this girl talking about? Did she read too many light novels? Does she have middle school syndrome?

But she was serious.

“Teacher, you’re a victim of Romantic Comedy Syndrome too.”

“I want to save everyone from Romantic Comedy Syndrome.”

Saying that, she took my hand, and I couldn’t pull away.

And that’s when I hatched a plan.

Could I satisfy both my desires and her delusions?

And so we began to act.

First, we brought him into the literature club.

Then we observed him, looking for ways to make him “ours.”

Meanwhile, the club members attempted to “reform” him.

But he was stubborn.

He didn’t fall for any of our schemes. He just went about his business as usual, completely unfazed.

And then, somehow, it was I who fell.

When he hugged me and whispered, “Kyouko-chan, it’s okay now. I’m here for you. I know I’m younger and I’m a student, but those kinds of obstacles don’t really matter between us, do they?” his warm words washed over my corrupted heart like a purification, and I felt ashamed of my predatory intentions.

He would love me, even with my corrupted, desire-filled heart, I realized.

Once that thought took root, there was no stopping it.

I wanted to be near him.

I wanted to do anything that would make him happy.

I wanted to become his personal “heroine pet,” as they call it.

He has other heroines.

That girl with her shameless school swimsuit display—Tsuchida.

That bothered me.

I wanted to display myself too.

A swimsuit from a teacher would be crossing a line.

But I had to find another way to stand out.

I may be a virgin with zero experience, but I had ten years of theoretical knowledge!

No one could beat me!

Never underestimate an otaku woman in her late twenties!

I wouldn’t lose to some high school girl!

If she had her swimsuit, I had my maid outfit! I’d show him the true art of maid roleplay!

Even as I was ashamed of my desires, this was all I had.

No more hesitation.

I would follow the voice of my soul and live according to my desires.

Yes.

I was a virgin teacher twisted by perverted desires—Virgin Teacher Kyouko.

#24: A Renewed Resolve

After spending the night at Kyouko-chan’s apartment, I went home the next morning after taking care of her hangover. I walked back to my place around noon on Saturday.

When I got home, Megucchi was waiting for me in my room.

“Hey, where have you been all this time? You never used to stay out all night. Did you go to Sakura-senpai’s place?”

“Nope, Kyouko-chan’s. She dragged me over to keep her company while she drank.”

“Huh!? What’s a teacher doing that!?” Megucchi’s street-talk persona dropped completely as she got angry. “You’re saying that a teacher literally kidnapped a male student to her house so she could drink and… do what, exactly?”

“Um… maid roleplay?”

“Wait, what!? A thirtysomething teacher in a maid outfit doing roleplay with a male student? That’s seriously messed up! And that’s on top of the swim suit thing with Sakura-senpai!?”

“Yeah, even I’m exhausted. Being a protagonist is tough…”

“That’s not the issue here! I thought Sakura-senpai was bad enough, but now a teacher too!? I’m seriously pissed off!”

Megucchi was legitimately angry, which meant this was real.

“Look, Megucchi, I get that you’re upset, but this is just my destiny as a protagonist.”

“You don’t get to use that excuse!”

“For now, let me sleep. I’m exhausted.”

“Ugh…”

I asked her to let me sleep, so I changed into my loungewear and crawled into bed.

Then Megucchi got in bed with me.

I was barely conscious at that point, but through the fog, I saw Megucchi was wearing nothing but a microkini.

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When I woke up, the room had grown dim.

Megucchi was still clinging to me as she slept, her breathing soft and steady.

Looking at the clock, it was past five o’clock. The smell of dinner wafted up from downstairs—probably something my mom was making.

“Megucchi, wake up. You’re going to catch a cold dressed like that.”

“Mmmm…Zzz”

Megucchi just held me tighter in her sleep.

I gave up trying to wake her and started thinking.

Megucchi: the unshakeable childhood friend.

Sakura-senpai: serious and dignified on the surface, but with a gap-moe cute side when she lets loose.

Kyouko-chan: all twisted up and late to the game, but past the point of no return.

I could say that all three of them had now officially become heroines of mine.

What should I do from here?

Should I keep going forward as a harem protagonist?

Or should I eventually choose just one?

Honestly, I don’t think I could choose just one right now.

The thought of losing Megucchi or Sakura-senpai is unbearable.

As for Kyouko-chan, I told her to come to me, so I have some responsibility there.

And there’s one more thing that’s been bothering me: Fujiko-san and the literature club crew.

They’re clearly hiding something.

They seem off.

Fujiko-san is basically the Madonna of our class. I was convinced she’d be my main heroine, but lately, I can’t read her at all.

Same with the other three.

It’s their eyes.

There’s no admiration or respect in their gaze when they look at me as the protagonist.

It’s more like… amusement? Pity?

And the club activities are weird too.

They said they needed me to join to keep the club from getting shut down and that I didn’t have to be super active, but then they force me to read garbage light novels and have me write solo activity reports.

Is there something else going on?

Are they using the idea that I’m the main heroine to lower my guard, then trying to interfere with my harem?

If that’s what’s happening, I won’t let them.

I’ll do whatever it takes to protect them.

Megucchi, Sakura-senpai, Kyouko-chan—they’re all precious to me.

Maybe being a true harem protagonist means facing whatever trials come my way.

I have no idea what Fujiko-san and her crew are plotting, but I need to stay focused on what really matters and not lose sight of that.

And so, while enjoying the bare skin of Megucchi’s rear in her microkini, I made my resolve.

Yes.

In the face of a microkini, even the pride of a protagonist (the stupid conviction that I shouldn’t do anything sexual with Megucchi just to avoid hurting the other heroines) was lighter than a feather.

#25: First Kiss with My Senpai

Monday came around, and normally there would have been a literature club meeting, but I skipped it that day.

I’d already gotten permission from Fujiko-san, the club president, beforehand.

The reason I skipped was to meet with Sakura-senpai.

When I told Sakura-senpai that we needed to talk, she said she wanted to go to my place, so we decided to head to my house where we could talk without being overheard.

“So, this is my place. By the way, the house with the blue roof next door is Megucchi’s.”

“Wow, so you really are neighbors growing up. Honestly, I kind of envy that. If I’d grown up next door to you like that, I probably could’ve had a much more fun childhood.”

“Maybe. But I think the childhood you had helped make you who you are now, so in a way, that’s how you got to be so amazing.”

“Is that so? Well, come on, let me in. Your mom should be home, but your little sister might be.”

“Yeah, she’s probably around. Come on in, take off your shoes.”

“Ah, your sister’s a first-year, right?”

“Yeah, she’s a bit of a tsundere and kind of a brat, but she’s cute.”

“I’m a little nervous to meet her.”

“You’ll be fine. Sakura-senpai’s amazing.”

My sister didn’t seem to be home yet, so after washing up, I took Sakura-senpai straight to my room.

“Make yourself comfortable and have a seat. I’m going to grab some drinks. Feel free to look at whatever you want—my books and stuff, no problem.”

“Okay, thanks for the hospitality.”

When I came back with two glasses and a bottle of Fanta Orange, Sakura-senpai was looking through my middle school yearbook.

“Welcome back. Is this your yearbook?”

“Yeah, why?”

“This is amazing, Norio! You were so much cuter back then!”

“Huh? Cute?”

Sakura-senpai was getting excited looking at pictures of me from middle school.

“So good… really so good… I could just eat you up with how cute you were…”

“Well, I mean… you’re way cuter than I was back then, Sakura-senpai.”

I made some casual conversation while pouring Fanta into the glasses. Since I wasn’t sure when Megucchi might show up, I decided to get to the main topic quickly.

I sat down on my bed and gestured for Sakura-senpai to sit next to me. Taking her hand, I started talking.

“I have something important to tell you, Sakura-senpai.”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“One of the heroines—Kyouko-chan—has completely fallen for me.”

“Huh? Kyouko-chan? Who’s that?”

“That would be our homeroom teacher, Himeno Kyouko.”

“Huh!? A teacher!? That’s… that’s way too much information to process all at once!”

“Okay, let me break it down for you. Right now, I have three heroines: you, Megucchi, and Kyouko-chan.”

“Okay, I get that… but I don’t understand! Why a teacher? What happened? Did she… did she do something to you as a student?”

“Well, it’s complicated. We haven’t had actual sex, but she did kind of push me into doing some pretty sexual stuff. Kyouko-chan’s basically a full-blown pervert.”

“So like… worse than Megucchi with her swim suit thing?”

“…Yeah, way worse than that.”

“What!? How is that even possible!? I thought the swim suit was already pushing it!”

“Yeah, Kyouko-chan is on a completely different level.”

“Man, Norio… you’re basically a sin incarnate. I’m starting to worry about you, honestly.”

“I appreciate your concern. That’s why I’m telling you this. I wanted to ask how you feel about all of this.”

“How I feel?”

“I love you, Sakura-senpai. You’re important to me. But there are going to be other heroines too, and I don’t know if that number will stay the same or grow. Will you still stay with me, knowing that? Can you handle being one of my heroines?”

“Of course. I love you too, Norio. I love you so much. I could swear an oath as your heroine.”

Sakura-senpai answered without a moment’s hesitation, her gaze steady and intense.

I placed my hand on her cheek, and when she closed her eyes, I leaned in and kissed her.

My first kiss was with Sakura-senpai.

After the kiss, I brought Sakura-senpai down from her excitement and briefly explained my situation with Kyouko-chan—what had happened at her place.

Then I made a request.

“I have one thing I want to ask you, Sakura-senpai.”

“Anything. Just ask.”

“I don’t want you to fight or argue with Megucchi or Kyouko-chan.”

“I see… Well, I’m fine with that, but it’s usually Tsuchida who gets angry and starts fights with people, not me.”

“I know. That’s why I’m asking you first. You’re more levelheaded. When I talk to Megucchi and Kyouko-chan, I’m planning to ask them the same thing. Megucchi already knows about Kyouko-chan, but she’s not taking it well. Kyouko-chan knows about Megucchi but hasn’t heard about you yet. I’m planning to tell her soon.”

“I see. So you want us all to get along.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Got it. I’m fine with that. I mean, I’m the senpai here, so I can handle myself. Plus, I want to help you out. That’s what being a heroine means to me.”

“Thank you so much. You really are an amazing senpai.”

“Hehe. Well, there’s one thing I want to ask you, if that’s okay?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Can we get all three of us together sometime and talk things out?”

“That sounds good, but are you sure about that?”

“Yeah. I think it’s best if I make my intentions clear from the start. Something like: ‘I love Norio. I respect Norio’s choices. I want to get along with you both.’ I think that kind of thing works best when stated clearly from the beginning.”

After we worked everything out, we ended up making dinner together, and we ate with Kurumi, my little sister.

Kurumi kept saying things like, “That crazy old lady needs to be stopped” and all sorts of negative stuff, probably because she didn’t want to lose her big brother to a senpai.

But Sakura-senpai just got excited, saying stuff like, “Little sisters are so cute! I wish I had a little sister! Can you call me ‘big sister’ just once?” and ended up overwhelming Kurumi with enthusiasm. Kurumi just gave her cold responses like “…s-big sister?” and “That’s so annoying,” so she never really warmed up to Sakura-senpai.

Since I didn’t want Megucchi and Sakura-senpai to run into each other just yet, I walked Sakura-senpai home after dinner.

As we walked, the conversation turned to the kiss, and both Sakura-senpai and I were surprised to learn that it had been each of our first kisses.

“S-so you really haven’t kissed Tsuchida or anything?”

“Nope. With Megucchi, things have never really developed that way. We do a lot of hugging and skinship, but it’s become such a normal thing between us that I guess we’ve never gotten to that point.”

“I see…”

We arrived at Sakura-senpai’s house, and before she went in, we shared one more kiss.

Sakura-senpai had a dopey smile on her face the whole time and looked nothing like the composed discipline committee member she was.