I Became a Teacher at an All-Girls Boarding School, and Now the Students and Female Teachers Are After Me~ - Chapter 22 - Special Training

Chapter 22 – Special Training

The more I was aware of it, the more I felt the students’ eyes on me.

Is my virgin aura that obvious?

I instinctively checked my body odor but couldn’t smell anything.

To make matters worse, as I walked around feeling down, Miyama-sensei whispered to me, “A smell that’s been there for a while doesn’t go away so easily. Let’s change it into a nice one together.”

At first, I thought Miyama-sensei and Sakurada were just messing with me, but after all the stares from the students, I couldn’t deny my lack of experience with women.

Sigh… I never thought that my lack of romantic experience would have such a big impact on my life as a teacher.

I never imagined there was a correlation between being a good teacher and having romantic experience, so the shock was quite significant.

But if I gave myself over to Miyama-sensei and Sakurada, I was sure my career as a teacher would be over.

I have to face them with a firm attitude.

With that thought, I put my all into my morning classes.

During lunch break, Sakurada and I were on the rooftop, eating our bento boxes.

“Here, Sensei. Ahnn~”

“‘Ahnn.'”

“How is it? Is it good?”

“It’s delicious. Really delicious.”

Besides Sakurada and me, there was no one on the school rooftop during lunch break.

Why, you ask? Because students are generally not allowed here.

But for some reason, Sakurada had the key to the rooftop, which was supposed to be in the faculty room.

She had invited me to eat lunch with her and led me here.

So, I was determined to handle things on my own, but here I was, being fed by Sakurada.

I know what you’re thinking—What kind of teacher is he?—and that’s a fair question, but let me explain myself.

The reason I was eating lunch with Sakurada was because she had threatened me with a new photo.

The other day, I had bravely told her to stop blackmailing me with the photo of me and Miyama-sensei kissing. But when she showed me a new picture, my courage completely crumbled.

The photo was from the dashcam of Miyama-sensei’s car from Saturday. It showed me reaching my hand toward a sleeping Sakurada in the back seat, who had her panties exposed.

The blood drained from my face.

To anyone who saw the photo, it would look like I was reaching out to molest a sleeping female student.

This was actually a photo of me reaching out to wake her up, but I knew no one would believe me if I told them the truth.

The kiss with Miyama-sensei might have just gotten me fired, but this photo would kill me socially.

I instantly knew I had no choice but to do as she said.

So, here I was, sitting in front of Sakurada, who was sitting with her legs tucked underneath her on the rooftop tiles. I was eating the homemade bento she had apparently woken up early to make.

It was delicious… delicious, but I couldn’t honestly appreciate it right now.

After about ten minutes, I finished the bento she made. She put away the bento box and sat closer to me.

“Okay, now that we’ve eaten, let’s use the rest of the time to train you to get used to women.”

“Train…? Train what…?”

I was looking away from her, but she looked straight at me.

“Ah, that’s it!”

“Huh?”

“Sensei, you have a habit of looking away from people when you get nervous.”

“Huh? Oh… yeah, I guess I do.”

“Sensei, it’s small gestures like that that give students the impression you’re not used to women. They say the eyes are a window to the soul, and when you talk to someone, you have to look them in the eyes.”

I found her words to be strangely convincing, which was the annoying part.

It’s true that eye contact is important when you’re talking to someone. Especially as a man, most of my students are shorter than me. I don’t mean to talk down to them, but I sometimes worry that I might seem intimidating.

In the same way, if I get nervous and look away because the other person is a girl, she might feel like I’m keeping my distance from her.

“Sensei, don’t look away from me until lunch break is over,” she said, cupping my cheeks with her hands and forcing me to look at her.

Sakurada and I stared at each other from a distance where, if I leaned in just a little, we would be kissing.

I looked at her up close and thought to myself…

It’s probably wrong to have these thoughts about a student, but she really does have a cute face.

Maybe it’s because she’s young, but her skin looks so soft, and her eyes are big, clear, and bright.

I have a feeling if I were a high school student and a girl like her was in my class, I’d fall for her in an instant.

As I was thinking this, she blushed and smiled.

I couldn’t tell if it was a genuine smile or one she was faking, but it was so cute that I couldn’t help but look away.

“Sensei, just bear with it for a little longer,” she said.

“Huh? Oh, right…”

I remembered this was supposed to be training.

I cautiously tried to look back at her, but I couldn’t muster the courage to do it.

“Your eyes are darting all over the place, Sensei.”

“I know…”

I knew, but if I could just look at her without hesitation, I wouldn’t have been told I wasn’t used to women in the first place.

Then, Sakurada reached for my hands, which were resting on my thighs.

I flinched when she touched me so suddenly, and she let out a giggle.

“Sensei, I’ll hold your hands, so please be brave and look at me.”

“……”

My forehead broke into a cold sweat. I didn’t know if she was trying to help me or make things worse.

Ah, if I can’t even look at a student’s face properly, I’ll never get used to women…

I felt pathetic, but I tried to gather my courage and look at her.

“You finally looked at me,” she said.

“W-well, I have to be able to do at least this much.”

“Sensei——I love you.”

The impact of her words was so powerful that I immediately looked away.

“Hah… I just praised you a little, and you do that again?”

“Don’t catch me off guard!”

“Did you… take it seriously?”

I knew she was teasing me.

Even though I knew, when she said something like that up close, it made my heart pound that I couldn’t help but look away.

Ah… when will I finally get used to women?