Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 1Volume .1 - Favorite perfume: Citrus

tln : Hello everyone, this is Shieru-TL. I’ll be re-translating this series from now on because the previous translator really messed up the work. I just hope mine will be better. Please support me! I will start re-translating the series from the very beginning.

Gin Hashima. Male. 24 years old, a teacher. His special power is, nothing at all.

Just why did someone as ordinary as me, a newbie teacher, end up in this kind of relationship with Kirihara?

To explain that in an understandable way, going back to the very beginning and explaining everything in order seems to be the most effective.

It all started back when I was still a university student.

It was the peak of my life thus far.

My parents were well-off enough to send money to me, a single living son, and I attended a famous university classified among the winners.

By my third year, I had almost completed all my credits. The spare time I had was dedicated to working a part-time job three to four days a week, managing a relationship that began through a mixer, and living my life freely and whimsically.

Job hunting, which I started right as I became a senior, went smoothly, and I quickly secured a job offer from a leading company.

Truly, the future was bright and promising. A leisurely, suitable university life. I had quickly found a direction for my thesis and spent my days playing around.

“I found someone else” she told me and broke up with me, but it was getting monotonous, and I had started to miss the time I spent alone more than the time we spent together, so the timing was actually just right.

At that time, I had started to get into gaming.

It was an online game.

I started it with the thought, “I won’t be able to fully enjoy it once I become a working adult,” but inevitably, I got hooked.

On days without part-time work, from morning to night, I was logged in, playing all day long. Without a doubt, I would have been a shut-in if not for my job.

Fighting powerful enemies with a small group, conquering dungeons. It was a game that fell into the genre commonly referred to as “hunting games,” and I continued to play it day in and day out with a few like-minded members without getting tired of it.

Among them was a friend who used a female character named “ARIA.”

She played from the evening into the night, which matched the time I could play because I was out for work during the day.

As you play together for a long time, you start to learn more about the other person.

“ARIA” was a sophomore in college. Even though there are many instances where male players use female characters, she said she was a woman.

Even though I only half-believed her at first, as we continued to chat, I started to think, “Maybe it’s true.” If it was a lie, then she had quite the acting skills because “ARIA” was very much like a girl even within the game.

Whenever cute equipment was released in an update, she’d always beg, “Let’s go get it,” and when she got it with my help, she’d thank me with a heart mark.

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Maybe I wouldn’t have believed it just from that, but maybe because we got along well, she started to confide in me about her personal troubles from time to time.

There were serious concerns, like issues at school or fights with her parents, and trivial ones like, “Oh no, I gained a little weight. Know any good exercises?”

As time went on, I began to think, “Maybe she really is a younger girl.”

“GIN, you’re really good at listening. I end up talking about a lot of things,” she’d say, making me feel good.

Saying it’s easier to invite someone when you know their contact information outside the game, we exchanged messaging app accounts. From then on, we also started to communicate outside the game.

Then, a decisive event occurred that proved “ARIA” was a girl.

“Can I call you for a bit?”

I replied, “Sure.” We didn’t exchange phone numbers but used the calling feature of the messaging app to hear each other’s voices for the first time.

“Nice to meet you,” “ARIA” said, her voice clearly that of a girl, albeit a bit nervously.

The nervousness was only at the beginning, and as we talked, we became as relaxed as when chatting in the game.

I had the next day off from my part-time job, so we talked until she was satisfied. We talked from 10 at night until about 2 in the morning before finally hanging up. But even after that, we continued to exchange messages through the app.

“Sorry for talking so long. Thank you for putting up with my selfishness so much.”

“No, it’s fine. I had fun too.”

“Really? That’s good! I’m being a bit selfish, but can I ask one more favor?”

“What?”

“I want to see GIN’s face.”

I would have definitely refused if she had asked out of the blue, but after having a fun conversation, I didn’t.

I think the late-night mood also played a part.

I took a casual selfie and sent it, and her reply came quickly.

“Thanks. I saw the photo. What should I do? I think you might be my type.”

“I’m happy even if it’s just flattery. Thanks.”

“It’s not flattery!”

To prove it, “ARIA” sent a photo of herself.

Her face wasn’t in it, but it was quite a provocative photo. No bra, just a skin-baring outfit emphasizing her cleavage, a challenging, provocative photo. She also sent a photo of her immaculate legs.

“It’s not a photo I found on the net,” she said, even including her game screen in one of the photos.

“Your service is thorough…”

“Right? I’m a capable woman,” she boasted.

But that was it for us, exchanging phone calls and photos was just that one time.

Even when I was advising her, I’d ask, “Should we talk over the phone?” but she’d refuse from her side.

“If I rely on you too much, I might seriously fall for you. That might be tough,” she said, and I stopped pursuing further. “ARIA” and I returned to just being gaming buddies.

Two years later, in the spring when I was 24, I became a high school teacher.

It wasn’t right after graduating from university because I dropped out of the leading company I joined as a new graduate after half a year.

“...Sensei? Hashima Sensei?”

Hearing a voice from the next seat, I snapped back and turned around.

A female colleague sitting in the chair was looking at me worriedly, cautiously.

“Are you okay? You seemed to be spacing out...”

“...Sorry, Kurei-sensei. During work hours.”

She laughed gracefully, with a mature, gentle smile, dismissing my awkward apology.

“It’s fine, really! Classes are over, and it’s after school now, and there’s no staff meeting today... You’ve finished grading the small tests, haven’t you?”

After parting with Kirihara in the audio-visual room, I returned to the staff room and quickly finished grading.

After school, when there’s no meeting, it’s time to do office work at your own pace.

Teachers in charge of club activities are busy, but fortunately, I’m not in charge of anything.

Kurei-san continued to talk to me.

“It wasn’t something worth calling out for, but Hashima-sensei looked so distant, I got worried.”

Kurei-san is my mentor. She’s in her sixth year of teaching and teaches modern Japanese, the same subject as me.

Typically, a newbie teacher’s troubles are looked after by a teacher of the same subject, and “Mori Kawara Gakuen,” where I was assigned, was no exception. Kurei-san’s desk is next to mine, and in the staff room full of seniors, she’s the closest to me.

She’s popular with the students, her classes are meticulous... and she’s incredibly beautiful.

Though she dresses modestly and tones down her makeup due to her profession, if she were to dress up, she’d definitely stand out.

From my first day, she’s been very kind and considerate towards me. She’s what you’d call an ideal teacher.

“Perhaps, reminiscing about something from the past?”

“Eh, well... just a bit, about my previous company.”

Most of it was looking back on my gaming days with “ARIA,” but it wasn’t entirely a lie.