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

Chapter 4 – Training to Get Used to Women

I was speechless when I heard Sakurada’s honest opinion.

“I-I’m sorry, Sensei. Did I offend you?”

“N-no, no, it’s not like that at all. Thank you for being so honest with me.”

Obviously, I wasn’t going to be angry.

But, to be honest, I was shaken.

Why?

Well, it’s probably because Sakurada’s point is right on the money.

The truth is, I’ve lived a life that has had almost no contact with women since middle school, high school, and college.

I’ve never been the type to be popular with girls, and I’ve only had male friends throughout middle school, high school, and college, so I can’t deny that women are still something of an enigma to me.

Of course, even if this is an all-girls school, I don’t see my students as members of the opposite sex. But if that awkwardness of mine——my virgin aura or gloomy demeanor——is seeping out and making the students uncomfortable, then that’s a serious issue.

Well, since Sakurada has actually pointed it out like this, she must really be able to sense it.

And now, my unease is obvious enough that she notices again.

She looked at me worriedly and asked,

“S-sensei… are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry that I made my students think that way.”

As I tried to smile, she put both hands on my desk and wrapped them around my hands.

“S-Sakurada?”

“Don’t worry. I know Sensei is a very kind person.”

She spoke softly as she cradled my hands in hers. I knew she meant well, but physical contact between a teacher and student was clearly inappropriate.

“Thanks.”

I tried to take my hands off her, but she didn’t let go.

On the contrary…

“Sensei, you really aren’t used to women, are you?”

She said and started massaging my hands with both hands.

“Y-you’re gripping your hands too tightly… And you’re sweating, too.”

“Well, I mean, that’s because…”

“If you’re sweating from something like this, it must take a while for you to get used to women.”

Sakurada, that’s not it.

Of course, I’ve hardly ever touched a member of the opposite sex before, so I was a little nervous about being touched by a woman, even if that woman is still a student.

But what’s more, I’m a teacher, so I’m even more unsettled by the fact that a student is touching me.

Still, Sakurada wouldn’t let go of my hands. And as much as I wanted to break free, I was afraid that doing so too abruptly might make her feel rejected.

“Sensei, I want to be a bridge.”

“A bridge?”

“I want you to get used to women quickly and be able to interact naturally with students. I’d be happy if you would allow me to help.”

Sakurada stroked my palm with her thumb as she said this.

W-what should I do…

If she was a delinquent student, I might have been able to confront her head-on. But I can tell that she’s offering out of her kindness, so I can’t just tell her to stop.

On the very first day of school, I was already being thrown into an unexpected crisis. And just as I was inwardly panicking, Sakurada suddenly widened her eyes as if realizing something.

“I-I’m sorry!! Of course, it’s not good for a teacher and a student to hold hands, right?!!”

Finally, she seemed to understand the situation, and let go of my hand and hurriedly stood up.

“S-Sakurada?”

“Thank you very much, Sensei. Thanks to you, I think I’ll be able to keep up in class!”

She bowed repeatedly to me and ran down the hallway with her cheeks bright red.

“Hey, it’s dangerous if you run.”

“I’m really sorry!!!”

She said as she ran out of the classroom.

As I watched her back, I held my head in my hands.

“Ugh… I’ve made a student worry unnecessarily…”

My inexperience with women made my students feel uncomfortable.

This was quite an unexpected turn of events, and it made me realize how naive I was.

But, certainly, she was right.

It wouldn’t be good if the students noticed that I wasn’t used to being around women and made them feel distant.

I have to do something…

As I was adjusting my desk, feeling a bit down, I heard a voice from the hallway call out to me,

“Sensei!!”

I looked towards the door and saw Miyama-sensei.

“Ah… Miyama-sensei… Is something wrong?”

“Oh, nothing in particular. I was just passing by after finishing student guidance, and happened to spot you in a bit of a pinch.”

“W-wait, you saw that?!”

Oh no, this is bad. I was holding hands with a student!! If she misinterpreted it, I’d be fired instantly.

However, seeing my panicked self, Miyama-sensei walked over to me and said, “Don’t worry. I know it wasn’t anything inappropriate.”

Thank goodness…

As I sighed in relief, Miyama-sensei looked into my face.

“But please be careful. In some cases, you could be fired immediately.”

“Yes… you’re right…”

“As long as you’re reflecting on it, then it’s fine.”

As she said this, she poked my cheek with her fingertip.

“But more importantly, Sensei, what’s this about a student at an all-girls school calling you out for not being used to women?”

She poked my cheek while giving me a mischievous smile.

It seems like Miyama-sensei likes to tease. The suspicion I had this morning turns into certainty.

“D-do I really look like I’m not used to being around women?”

“You do. Your face turns completely red just from a little physical contact like this.”

“Eh? S-seriously!?”

I quickly moved away from Miyama-sensei, and she giggled, as if she found it funny.

“It’s going to take a while, huh?”

“This is a problem. I don’t want the students to feel like they need to tiptoe around me. It could create a psychological barrier, and I want them to feel at ease so they can focus on studying.”

“I see… It’s certainly a serious problem…”

Miyama-sensei tilted her head, placing her index finger on her cheek.

However, her smile returned immediately and she pressed her body tightly against mine from the side, bringing her face closer to mine.

“W-wait a second, Sensei?”

“Then you have to get used to women as soon as possible, right?”

She said this with a slight flush on her cheeks and a glazed look in her eyes.

There was a nice smell coming from her body, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.

“S-sensei… What are you doing?”

“Sensei, I’m sure you’re not a virgin, are you?”

“H-huh?”

What the hell is she asking me…

Of course I know she’s just teasing me, but every little movement of hers is way too intense for someone like me.