I Became a Teacher at an All-Girls Boarding School, and Now the Students and Female Teachers Are After Me~

Chapter 18 – The Taste of Immorality

For a while, Sakurada was quiet as a tamed cat, but as we went on the merry-go-round and the teacup ride, she gradually returned to her usual self.

After we’d been on all the rides, we got on the Ferris wheel as a final conclusion to our date.

When we got into the gondola, Sakurada naturally sat down next to me and tightly held my hand.

Oh, and by the way, Miyashita was in a gondola two cars behind ours, all by himself.

Seriously, a large man in a black suit and sunglasses riding a Ferris wheel alone is just too weird.

As I stared at Miyashita sitting stone-faced in his gondola, Sakurada let go of my hand and took something out of her small pouch.

“Ryuuki-kun, here,” she said, pulling out a small lollipop. She took out two and offered one to me.

“Oh, thanks,” I said, taking the candy. I unwrapped it and put it in my mouth.

I wasn’t sure what the flavor was, but it tasted like caramel—a sweet and delicious candy. Sakurada also unwrapped hers and licked it, her small tongue peeking out from her tiny mouth.

“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Ryuuki-kun, do you want to lick my candy?”

“Uh, no, I’m fine…”

I politely declined, but she continued.

“Ryuuki-kun, it’s just an indirect kiss. If you can’t do it naturally without making the girl feel self-conscious, you’ll never be popular with women.”

“No, but…”

“Girls get turned off when guys get all flustered over an indirect kiss.”

As Sakurada lectured me, I tensed up. A crepe and a lollipop with saliva on it are on a completely different level.

“H-Hey, Sakurada…”

“It’s Momo, remember? You already agreed on this.”

“Huh? Oh, right… Momo, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Ignoring my hesitation, she stood up. In the slightly swaying gondola, she stood in front of me and touched the skirt of her dress with both hands.

Slowly, she lifted her skirt, revealing her thighs covered in black stockings, and gave me a teasing smile. (T/N: Oh shit, she’d get me there)

The lollipop stick stuck out of her mouth, and her right cheek was slightly puffed out.

“O-Oi… Sakurada…?”

“Momo.”

As we spoke, her skirt continued to slowly creep up. Just as her white panties were about to be revealed, she came closer and straddled my legs.

Because she was facing me, we were now looking at each other from a very close distance.

Still with that provocative smile, she touched the lollipop with her finger and pulled the candy out of her mouth. As she did, a bridge of saliva formed between the candy and her lips, staining her dress slightly.

I could tell she’s not used to this, because even though her smile was teasing, her cheeks were bright red.

“Sensei…”

Forgetting the name rule again, she breathed a little raggedly and put her candy in my mouth.

Immediately, a sweet, cloying taste filled my mouth.

She squeezed my shoulder tightly with her left hand while her right hand played with the lollipop. The hard candy tapped against my back teeth and then began to caress my tongue.

This is bad… This is definitely bad…

“Sensei… does it taste good?” she asked, still breathing heavily, a strange high-on-excitement smile on her face as she watched me lick her candy.

After about a minute of this, she slowly pulled the candy from my mouth and put it back into her own.

“It tastes like Sensei now…”

“Oi, stop joking like that…”

My face flushed with embarrassment, but she only giggled.

“Do you think I’m a terrible girl for teasing such a pure teacher?”

“You really are…”

Because of one single photo, my splendid teaching career is crumbling.

She took my hand and intertwined her fingers with mine, stroking my thumb with hers.

“I truly am a terrible girl. I’m threatening Sensei to make him better with women and doing things like this…”

“If you think that way, then I’d appreciate it if you’d stop.”

“I can’t. But you don’t need to feel guilty, Sensei. all the fault is on me. You want to live a righteous life as a teacher, but you can’t because I’m threatening you. So no matter what you do to me, it’s my fault for threatening you.”

Sakurada was trying to give me a moral get-out-of-jail-free card. She was probably trying to lure me into a compromising situation, but if I succumbed to my desires now, it would be all over.

I felt like a frog staring down a snake—unable to move or even look away.

“How do you see me, Sensei?”

“How? As one of my cute students at Seiou Private——-“”

“You’re trying to hide the fact that even though you’re supposed to see me as a cute student, you’re actually conscious of me as a sexual object, aren’t you?”

“That’s not—”

“Sensei, you’re really bad at lying. There’s no way anyone would believe you when your face is so red.”

“……”

“I’ll do anything for Sensei—anything. If I’m a sexual object for you, I can definitely help you get used to women, right?”

I didn’t want to admit it, but no matter if she was a student, it was impossible for me to completely detach myself from her as an attractive member of the opposite sex.

It was frustrating, but I had to admit it.

After all this, I couldn’t suppress my feelings of arousal, even with Sakurada.

But I’m still a teacher. If I can’t hold back here, I’d be a complete failure.

“Sensei, what does it feel like to be aroused by a student you’re supposed to protect? Are you frustrated? Do you hate yourself? Or does it feel exciting, like you’re playing with fire? Doesn’t it thrill you to think that a teacher like you who’s supposed to educate students is about to defile a pure body that no one else has touched?”

She unbuttoned her dress. She then showed me her modest, yet youthful and supple cleavage, all while grabbing my wrist.

“Sensei, it’s only scary at first. But once you cross that line, you just have to give in to your desires.”

With that, she slowly led my hand toward her chest.

I knew it was wrong, but the enclosed space, my inexperience with women, and her charm were all breaking my resolve.

Just give it a touch… My inner demon whispered in my ear.

Take off your blinders—the student in front of you is such a beauty. No, maybe it’s precisely because she’s a student who I absolutely shouldn’t put my hands on that it excites me.

You’ll never get another chance like this. Forget your worries and be honest with your desires.

Terrifyingly, the evil in my heart was whispering in my ear.

No… No, I can’t! I desperately maintained my composure and stopped my hand right before it touched her chest.

Then, Sakurada giggled. She leaned close to my ear, whispered “You’re so innocent, it’s cute,” then pulled away from me and stood up to look out the window.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful…”

Sakurada said, looking at the port town dyed in the evening sun with eyes that sparkled, as if the last few minutes had never happened.

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(T/N: Dem, this girl playing)