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

Chapter 20 – Pour All Your Desires on Me and Do Whatever You Want

I’ve been forced into cohabitation with Miyama-sensei.

Oh, and by the way, the door connecting my room to hers doesn’t have a lock, and she says there are no plans to add one.

I guess it’s not much different since the lock on my front door was practically useless anyway, but still…

So, I brought the daily necessities and groceries I bought into her room, and she started putting the fresh food into the gigantic refrigerator.

After we had put everything away, Miyama-sensei suddenly put her arm around my shoulder.

“W-what is it…”

“Sensei, I want to thank you for doing the shopping for me.”

“No, there’s no need to thank me…”

“That’s not true, you’re a lifesaver. The town is far from here, so you helped me out a lot.”

“It was your car in the first place…”

“As thanks, I’ll make you dinner tonight.”

This seems to be another mandatory event. With her arm still around my shoulder, she leaned in to look at my face with a mischievous grin.

“Actually, Papa sent me some expensive wine this morning. It would be a shame not to share it, so let’s enjoy some high-class wine together!”

Miyama-sensei said, giving me a thumbs-up.

And just like that, I was getting treated to dinner by Miyama-sensei.

She went to the kitchen in a surreal outfit: a dress with a bunny apron over it.

It seems like she’s a good cook, because in about an hour, the table in front of the sofa was filled with dishes perfect for drinking. Bell peppers stuffed with meat, fried chicken, and even caesar salad with prosciutto.

“I hope it’s to your liking, Ryuuki-kun,” she said with a slightly anxious smile, sitting down right next to me on the sofa.

“You’re a really good cook, Sensei.”

Her cooking was completely different from my meals during my university days, which usually consisted of just rice with some kind of stir-fry on top.

When I sincerely complimented her, she smiled happily and took a box containing a wine bottle from under the sofa.

After opening it, she poured wine into two glasses, and offered one to me.

“That wine really does look expensive…”

“Oh, it’s not that expensive. Maybe about the price of a car.”

Oh, I’m done. I give up! What’s the point of working?! I was on the verge of tears as I took a sip from the glass.

It was a very easy-to-drink wine. But I couldn’t tell if it was worth the price of a car with my tongue.

“Come on, Sensei, dig in!” she said, so I grabbed a piece of stuffed bell pepper with my fork and tried it.

“How is it?”

Miyama-sensei asked, leaning in with an anxious expression.

“It’s really delicious.”

I answered honestly.

In that moment, her face lit up like a blooming flower. Perhaps she was so happy to be complimented on her cooking that she drank her glass of wine in one go, then poured another and another, until her face was completely red.

“Ah, it’s so hot~”

Miyama-sensei said, sitting on the sofa with her legs tucked underneath her.

Her pale pink legs were visible through the slit in her skirt, and I didn’t know where to look.

She was fanning her cleavage with her right hand and fanning her chest through the open neckline of her dress with her left, so I quickly turned my face away.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Sensei,” Miyama-sensei said, leaning in to look at my face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean the way you obviously turned your head away, trying to show me that you’re not looking. I’m not telling you to stare, but it makes a better impression on a girl if you just act natural.”

“I-Is that so?”

“It is.”

As she said this, one of her dress straps slipped down, revealing her red bra.

“Was that a bit too much for you?” Miyama-sensei asked, fixing her strap with a provocative smile.

This situation… is getting really bad…

I’m a teacher here, but I’m also a man. And for someone like me, who spent my high school and college years with absolutely no female contact, this situation is a bit too much.

To continue living with my head held high as a teacher, I must absolutely avoid making a move on a coworker or a student.

I appreciate Miyama-sensei’s desire to help me get used to women, but this is a problem I need to overcome on my own, not with someone else’s help.

But…

“Sensei, look. There are little people here,” she said, now a bit tipsy. She placed her index and middle fingers on my knee and started making them walk up toward my thigh like little feet.

Stop… seriously, please stop…

What made it worse was that she was squatting on the sofa to do this, so I could see her pink panties.

This is bad… this is seriously bad…

I instinctively grabbed her wrist and stopped her, but she lost her balance due to the alcohol and fell into my lap. She giggled, before laying down on her back with my thigh as her pillow.

“Sensei, you’ve had too much to drink…”

“Ryuuki-kun ecchi…”

Oh, no. I can’t get through to her at all. She was still lying on her back with her knees bent, so her expensive-looking dress was bunched up, exposing a lot of her thighs.

Can’t she have a little more shame?

I looked at her with a dumbfounded expression as she stared blankly back at me with unfocused eyes. Then she suddenly stuck her tongue out with a lascivious expression on her face.

“Ryuuki-kun… Mmph…” she mumbled, still with her tongue out, as if begging for something.

“No, I’m not doing that. Your tongue will get dry, so put it back in your mouth.”

“You’re so mean…”

“Who’s being mean?”

“Ryuuki-kun, I’m drunk…”

“I can tell.”

“I might not remember anything in the morning.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“That’s why you can just pour all your desires on me and do whatever you want. No one will ever know, right?”

“No, even if you forget, I won’t.”

And besides, if I did that, I’m pretty sure Miyama-sensei would remember it the next day. Then she’d make it an established fact and pull me even deeper into this mess.

She pouted her cheeks at my blunt response, but then she seemed to become interested in the buttons on my shirt and started fiddling with them with her fingertips, grinning happily.

But that only lasted about five minutes. Her arm suddenly dropped, and she started breathing softly, fast asleep.

“…Hah…”

I sighed and looked at her, sleeping in such a defenseless position. She really is a beauty. I couldn’t help but gently stroke her long, beautiful hair.

Like Sakurada, she looks like such a sweet and innocent girl when she’s asleep…

“Hey, Sensei! Wake up!” I said, shaking her, but she didn’t react at all.

Looks like I’ll have to carry her to bed.

I carefully got up, taking her off my lap, and picked her up in my arms.

Whoa, she’s so light! Are girls really this light? What does she even eat every day?

I was a little surprised but carried her from the living room to the next room.

I had a little trouble with the door, but when I opened it… Well, it was a bedroom, but…

“What’s…this?”

There was a huge, king-sized bed in the room, and it was dimly lit by accent lighting.

And why are there two pillows?! I couldn’t help but think.

“I bought a big bed so Ryuuki-kun could stay over anytime,” Miyama-sensei said, opening one eye and answering my silent question with a mischievous smile.

“You were awake?”

“I woke up when you picked me up. But I thought it would be nice to have you carry me.”

“I’m going to drop you.”

“Ryuuki-kun, you meanie~” Miyama-sensei said, pouting her lips.