#29: School Swimsuit Female Teacher: A New Genre

Friday afternoon, after slipping out of club, I stopped by Kyouko’s desk in the faculty office. She quickly scribbled a note and handed it to me.

It read: “I’m leaving too! Meet me at the same place as last week in 15 minutes! From Norio’s pet♡”

When I looked up from the note, Kyouko was breathing heavily and urging me with her eyes: “Hurry!”

Kyouko was clearly already worked up imagining whatever she had planned for tonight.

I left the faculty office and texted Kurumi: “I’m staying out tonight. Buy your own dinner.” Then I texted Megumi: “I won’t be home. Sorry I can’t study with you.”

Kyouko apparently wanted to spend every Friday night through Saturday with just me—no one else. It’s not official yet, but it’ll probably stay that way. Unlike us, she’s an adult with a job. Weekends are probably her only chance to relax.

Tomorrow, Saturday, we’re having a talk. The one Sakura had proposed—all three heroines sitting down together.

Megumi and Kyouko both agreed, and Kyouko even suggested: “My apartment’s private. Why don’t we make it an overnight thing?” Both Megumi and Sakura jumped at the idea of staying at their teacher’s place.

So I’m spending Friday and Saturday nights at Kyouko’s apartment.

By the way, Megumi and Kyouko apparently had a serious conversation at school a few days ago. Megumi’s come to terms with the situation. I didn’t ask for details, but the fact that Megumi could be convinced… I guess that’s the benefit of dealing with an adult, even a teacher.

When I arrived at the meeting spot, Kyouko pulled up in her car like last week. I got in the passenger seat.

We stopped at a supermarket to stock up on groceries for the weekend, then hit up Uniqlo so Kyouko could buy me some loungewear and underwear to keep at her place—overnight supplies for future visits.

And this time, I made her agree not to drink alcohol. Kyouko has a bad habit when drunk, and if she ended up hungover tomorrow, we wouldn’t be able to have our talk.

When we got to her apartment, Kyouko headed to the bedroom to change, so I changed into loungewear and started putting away groceries and preparing dinner.

She was taking longer to change than last time. By the time I finished cooking, she finally emerged from the bedroom.

“Sorry for the wait. How does this look? Does it suit me?”

Kyouko stepped out wearing a bunny girl outfit.

She was tall for a woman—nearly as tall as me—but her legs looked even longer, probably because of the heels she wore indoors.

Her chest and rear were assertively voluptuous, with a sharp, defined waist.

Bust-waist-hip perfection.

I’ve said it before, but Kyouko’s figure is flawless. Ideal, even. You could tell just from her school suits, but this bunny outfit hugged every curve and made her figure even more striking. And those net-stockinged legs… the allure was overwhelming.

Her long hair, usually tied up in a ponytail or braid at school, was down tonight, adding even more sensuality. Her makeup was immaculate, and her glasses were off.

The attention to detail in her bunny costume was impressive—no half measures. That’s a late-twenties otaku for you. She’d earned that dedication over the years.

Absolutely stunning.

“Kyouko, you’re perfect. This might be the best costume for showing off your flawless figure.”

“Really?! You like it, Norio?!”

“Of course. I can tell how much you care about every detail.”

I pulled her close and kissed those full, sexy lips.

The Next Morning

I woke up in Kyouko’s bed, still holding her as she slept in her bunny outfit.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand—it was just past six—and noticed the bunny ears headband and arm cuffs sitting beside it. Surreal.

Kyouko was still asleep, and she was completely bare-faced.

Last night, before bed, she’d resisted showing me her makeup-free face at first. But when I cornered her against the wall and whispered, “Show me the real Kyouko,” she reluctantly washed it off.

Her bare face wasn’t bad at all—actually, it made her look younger and cuter. I could almost see the beautiful girl she must have been.

When I told her this honestly, the twenty-nine-year-old single teacher got all tsundere: “K-Kyouko only shows Master her real face!”

I slipped out of bed without waking her and prepared breakfast. Once it was ready, I gently woke Kyouko and we ate together.

After breakfast, Kyouko insisted on showering together. I said it wasn’t appropriate, so we compromised—I’d wear a swimsuit and she wore one too.

I didn’t have a swimsuit, so I wrapped a towel around my lower half.

Kyouko had brought a school swimsuit.

In the shower, she decided to act out her fantasy at full force.

“Norio, it’s the middle of class. Why is your [bleep] getting hard?”

“…”

“If you stay quiet, I won’t understand. I’m asking you a question. Don’t you have an answer for your teacher?”

“…”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her chest in that school swimsuit.

“I’m not mad. Won’t you tell your teacher? Come on, look at me and answer properly.”

Kyouko’s expression was completely serious.

“…Because you look sexy in a school swimsuit, sensei.”

“Fufu, a naughty student who thinks dirty thoughts about his teacher needs to be punished.♡”

And just like that, I’d pioneered a whole new genre: the school swimsuit female teacher.

Incidentally, we didn’t do anything that would violate any laws.

When Kyouko gets too excited, she takes care of herself. I do the same.

What are we even doing?

#30: The Beautiful Teacher’s Frustrated Tears

Saturday morning, after an intense session with Kyouko, I spent the day cleaning her apartment and doing housework to prepare for Megumi and Sakura’s arrival.

I’d basically become a house husband here. Busier than I am at home.

We were picking up Megumi and Sakura in the afternoon, so I had to get everything done by then—a week’s worth of Kyouko’s laundry, tidying up the living room, and the kitchen wasn’t exactly spotless. Kyouko lives on takeout and convenience store food during the week, so dishes weren’t piling up, but she clearly didn’t clean much.

Kyouko didn’t seem bothered by the mess, but since we’re having guests tonight, I decided to tackle the housework myself.

As for Kyouko, she was holed up in the bedroom working. Despite being a complete deviant pig of a woman, she’s still a proper teacher with actual work.

Teaching’s a demanding job. She practically fled school yesterday right at quitting time, and even during normal weeks, she brings work home on weekends. She was cramming all that accumulated work this morning in her bedroom.

I brewed some coffee and checked on her. Kyouko was muttering complaints to herself at her desk, wrestling with a mountain of papers.

“Kyouko, I made coffee. Take a break?”

“Oh, thanks, Norio.”

She answered and stretched in her chair, taking off her glasses.

“Looks rough. Are you piling up too much work?”

“Listen, I’m doing all this so I can reserve time to spend with you! Show your teacher some respect!”

“You’re asking me to respect a total deviant pig—”

That’s when the switch flipped. Her broken switch activated instantly.

“Hau♡ M-Master! Kyouko’s been working so hard, so p-please give me a reward!♡”

“If you keep this up, you won’t finish your work!”

“Haaahn♡ Angry Master is so… s-t-e-l-l-a-r♡”

Since she wouldn’t focus otherwise, I moved to the bed and let her rest her head on my lap. The protagonist in me was too soft-hearted for this deviant pig Kyouko.

By noon, Kyouko finally finished her work. We both ate the udon I’d made for lunch.

While eating, Kyouko said: “You said you weren’t attached to marriage, but this kind of life is nice too.”

“What kind of life?”

“Having someone prepare meals and do housework. Plus, when I’m tired from work, you give me a lap pillow to relax… it’s perfect!”

“And you get to act out your fantasies from the morning?”

“Exactly! Norio! Why don’t you become my son?! I’m not asking you to marry me—just move in! Don’t worry about money. I’ll support you!”

“Hold on, a twenty-nine-year-old teacher turning a seventeen-year-old high school boy into a kept man is way too risky. Plus, aren’t you going in circles? You said you wanted to make me your pet.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?! Am I just your weekend woman?!”

“Look, given our age difference and position, we can’t exactly do this openly. You have to accept that.”

“Dammit… I’m pouring out all these burning, passionate, filthy desires… Why are you so cold about it?”

Kyouko set down her chopsticks, buried her face in her hands on the table, and started genuinely crying—frustrated tears.

Is this another consequence of me being such a troublemaker?

But seriously, Kyouko acts all grown-up but she’s more temperamental and selfish than I am. And I’m still a kid.

“Okay, we’ve got time before I pick up Megumi and Sakura. Finish eating, then I’ll let you cling to me as much as you want. Cheer up.”

When Kyouko heard that, she lifted her head immediately, tears still streaming down her face, and started shoving udon into her mouth.

After eating, at Kyouko’s request, we watched some anime she’d been recording.

We sat on her living room sofa with Kyouko snuggled perfectly in my arms while I hugged her from behind. That was her request too—apparently she’d always fantasized about cuddling with a man while watching her favorite anime.

The show she picked was a historical romance about the Three Kingdoms era with lots of handsome men.

Basically, it was yaoi. Her bedroom was plastered with posters, tapestries, and figures from it.

I didn’t understand the appeal, but every now and then Kyouko would murmur something like “Haaahn♡ Zhou Yu-sama is so dreamy♡” so I figured it was a comforting way for her to relax.

My protagonist power is seriously incredible—it can even comfort a twisted, single late-twenties woman.

I’m genuinely starting to fear my own abilities.