Chapter 10 – Bouncing Sweat and Front Clasps

Hmm… What should I do about this situation?

Probably, maybe, it’s absolutely my fault — but I can’t exactly say that out loud.

“Alright, I’m taking attendance~.”

Wano-sensei said that. Usually, the classroom would quiet down at that point, but today the murmuring just wouldn’t stop.

“Quiet down, okay~. Alright, Aizawa-kun.”

Wano-sensei took attendance without paying any mind to the commotion. That fact only made the classmates murmur even more.

Well, of course they would. If a 27-year-old single teacher shows up in a lab coat wearing pigtails, that’s what happens. It just screams “out of place” and “desperate.” Moreover, the pigtails are tied pretty high up, so whenever she moves, they go bounce, bounce.

Everyone knows Sensei looks young, but they also know her actual age, so they can’t easily bring it up and just end up staring blankly with dead eyes.

And Sensei, please stop taking glances at me.

“Today’s absentees are Watase-san and Sakashita-kun.”

W-Wh-Wh-Wh… What was that!? Now that she mentions it, I definitely don’t see her. It must be because of that incident yesterday. Is she okay?

By the way, the “Watase-san” in this class refers to Ayane-san. Her little sister, Miori Watase, and Fujimiya-san are in the next class over.

Ah, come to think of it, they said today’s P.E. class would be a joint session. To avoid getting too close to anyone, I’ll just pair up with the teacher, like always, and stay quietly in the corner. My class has 37 people. With two absent, that’s 35. See, there’s one person left over.

Though it is a shame I won’t get to see Ayane-san in her gym clothes.

So I changed into my gym clothes and went out to the schoolyard. The bell hadn’t rung yet, so everyone was scattered around doing whatever they wanted.

“Akasaka-kun, for some reason, the P.E. teacher is out sick with a stomachache today, so I, who had a free period, ended up watching over the class instead. So, you’re paired with Sensei.”

“Hey, Takuma. Want to pair up with me?”

“Hey, hey, Takuma-kun. Pair up with me.”

Huh? That’s weird. Usually, I’d be all alone sorting small rocks from big rocks, so why are there three people gathered around me?

Also, Sensei, please don’t gently rub my back while standing next to me. Ah, I see you’ve given up on the pigtails and switched to a ponytail now.

Watase-san, you’re too close. I can hear you just fine without you getting that close. Also, why are you calling me by my first name?

And Fujimiya-san — please don’t show off how tight your gym shirt is stretching over those huge breasts. Zip your jersey all the way up properly. Don’t purposely stop the zipper right under your breasts to lift and emphasize them. And why are you calling me by my first name, too, Fujimiya-san?

“Nooo. Akasaka-kun is pairing up with Sensei. You never know what might happen when a boy and a girl around your age pair up, right? Besides, you two are in a different class. Watase-san, you pair up with Fujimiya-san.”

“…………Tch. Later then, Takuma.”

“Ehh~, stingy! See you later! Takuma-kun!”

The two of them walked off with dissatisfied looks on their faces.

And Sensei — we are linking up as a pair, not literally linking arms. Please stop trembling slightly while rubbing your breasts against my arm at high speed. Please don’t whisper, “Today’s bra is a front-clasp, so if I move this much, it might come undone, you know? My breasts might just pop right out with a bounce! If that happens, you have to hide them, okay? With your hands, Akasaka-kun. Just kidding! Even though we’re outside! Kyaa~♪” The one we don’t know what might happen with is you, Sensei, isn’t it? Please don’t get all excited by yourself. Please don’t try to get my thing excited either. Look, the bell’s about to ring.

“I’ll be subbing in for today’s P.E. class~. We’ll be doing fitness tests, so committee members, please handle the measurements. Alright, once warm-ups are done, form pairs and do your stretches properly so you don’t get hurt.”

Wano-sensei announced that, and as the warm-ups ended, pairs formed one after another. Then Wano-sensei came walking right toward me, radiating such intense fighting spirit that it wouldn’t be weird if an explosion went off right behind her. It practically felt like the words [Karina Wano!] were going to appear in an arch over her head.

“Alright, Akasaka-kun. Let’s do our stretches.”

Thus began the trampling disguised as stretching.

During the one where we sit back-to-back, link arms, and stretch by pulling forward like a judo throw, she let out alluring voices right behind my head, going, “Nnn… haa… ngh…!” And during the one where we press the soles of our feet together and pull each other’s hands, she purposely opened up her collar to show me the cleavage and pink bra inside her shirt. What a thoroughly unfair thing for a teacher to do.

Furthermore, during the one where she pushes my back to fold me forward, she didn’t use her hands — instead she aggressively mashed her breasts into my back, grinding them squish, squish. In that exact moment—

Snap.

Along with that sound, I felt a different kind of softness on my back than what had been pressing against me just a second ago.

“Ah… no way? It actually came undone…”

“Eh? Wait, Sensei, don’t tell me…”

“Y-Yeah. My bra clasp came undone…”

I get that it came undone, but why are you pressing them into my back even harder?

“They’ll fall out, so don’t move a muscle, Akasaka-kun! Besides, having it come undone in a place like this… is embarrassing.”

Wano-sensei, what on earth is wrong with your sense of shame? Why is this embarrassing, but you feel absolutely zero shame about your everyday behavior?

“Ngh… It’s rubbing…”

If it’s rubbing, then please stop moving. And hurry up and re-clasp it.

“Say, Akasaka-kun? I have a little favor to ask — could you hook it back together for me?”

“…Come again?”

What is she saying? This person.

“Look, next is your turn to push Sensei, right, Akasaka-kun? Sensei will properly stretch her arms out and pretend to be stretching, so during that time, I want you to reach around from behind, slip your hands into my shirt, and re-clasp it.”

“Eh, no, you should do that yourse—”

“Alright! Fix it! Nnn~~~!”

Wano-sensei completely ignored my words, stretching her arms out and groaning. Is this person sane? Is her brain glitched? It’d be one thing if the clasp were in the back, but it’s in the front, you know?! My hands are absolutely going to end up touching those bouncing breasts, you know?! To begin with, let alone hooking a bra clasp, I’ve never even touched one before!

“H-Hurry up… and come…”

I think saying “hook it” would have been fine there. Please think about your phrasing a little more.

“Then… here I go…”

And then—

I steeled my resolve and reached out from behind her. Using my back to block the view from anyone around us, I slipped both hands inside Wano-sensei’s shirt.

I couldn’t see, so I fumbled around trying to find the clasp — but then I realized that, come to think of it, I had no idea how the mechanism even worked.

Well, obviously. There’s no way I would know. I’m a virgin. And as it is, I can’t even concentrate because there are incredibly soft things pressing against my palms.

Therefore, it’s completely unavoidable that things would end up like this.

“Hya! Akasaka-kun!? That’s not the clasp… Hngh!”

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t on purpose. It was hard, so I made a mistake.”

Mistook it for what? I can’t say that. I’m still under 18.

“Akasaka-kun… more…”

Wano-sensei said that while looking back at me with moist, lust-filled eyes.

“Sensei…”

Squeeze!

—Well, there was no way things were actually going to play out like that. Instead, I took off my jersey and draped it over Wano-sensei from behind.

“Eh?”

“Sensei, please put this on. And then re-hook it underneath it. Sensei’s body is just way too much stimulation for me to handle.”

“A-Akasaka-kyuuuun…… wuv you…”