Haru always smiles.
On the way home from school, the scent of fresh green leaves lingers in the air.
Haru always smiles.
Caught in a sudden thunderstorm, the after-school hours are drenched in rain.
Her petite, childlike body,
the swelling chest visible through her uniform,
and the translucent white thighs extending from her skirt
heat up my loins.
“You want to have sex with me, don’t you? Hey, teacher.”
I am a teacher.
These feelings for my student are forbidden.
But
I want Haru.
Teaching sex to a student who has yet to experience spring—
I am unfit to be a teacher.
Her developing breasts are sensitive and sweet,
and her moist pussy, though still immature,
clings to my glistening penis as if craving it.
My throbbing cock, unable to resist, pulses uncontrollably.
Inside my student’s vagina, I ejaculate shamelessly, thrusting wildly.
Don’t direct your pure, innocent curiosity about sex toward me.
Don’t look at me with those innocent eyes that seem to see through my soul.
Logic, desire—
Today, I made love to youth, and I came inside her.