Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 3Volume 2 .10 - Kirihara Touka - Happy Moment: "Welcome back," "Im home," "Lets eat"

“Hashima-sensei, we need some equipment for an event, so we have to fetch it from the gym storage… Could you please help with that?”

“Ah, understood.”

“I’m sorry to ask you right as you’re about to take a break…”

“No, it’s fine. Let’s go then, Kurei-sensei.”

“Take care.”

As Kirihara and I leave the classroom and walk, I check with her.

“Do you have the key to the gym storage? Did you already borrow it?”

“Yes, there’s always a teacher on call in the staff room during the festival. I asked and borrowed it.”

“Got it. What equipment are we fetching?”

“An old vaulting box that’s not usually used. The gymnastics club asked for it.”

“…Even on a day like today, it’s errands. Tough job.”

“No. I offered to fetch it, actually.”

Kirihara chuckles beside me.

“I had something to ask you as well.”

…Her phrasing made it sound like there was more to it.

“I’ve been wondering, what’s in the paper bag you’re carrying?”

“Something good. You’ll see soon enough.”

Her eyes, visible behind her glasses, seemed to switch to “naughty child mode,” giving me a slight chill.

Together, Kirihara and I make our way to the gym.

Despite the festival, the basketball club is running a “Free-Throw Game,” and the gymnastics club has an “Indoor Obstacle Course,” so there’s quite a bit of foot traffic.

However, the gym storage is behind the gym, away from prying eyes.

Kirihara unlocks the storage and immediately locks it from the inside after we enter.

“…I had a feeling, but is this a secret meeting?”

“It’s not entirely false that I was asked to do a task. It’s just not urgent.”

Kirihara grins mischievously, clearly enjoying herself. She sets down the paper bag and asks, “Could you turn around and not look until I say it’s okay?”

Doing as told, I hear the rustle of clothes and the paper bag.

In this unsettling atmosphere, I wait for Kirihara’s signal.

“You can look now,” she says, and I turn around to be utterly astounded.

“Do I look good?”

Kirihara stands before me in the classic black and white maid outfit worn by the girls selling goods. Removing her glasses, she beams with confidence, clearly enjoying my reaction.

“I borrowed it from Kasahara. She’s done with her shift and won’t wear it anymore. I wanted to take it home for a selfie. I promised I’d wash it before returning it.”

“…I see.”

I had figured Kirihara wouldn’t volunteer to wear it at school and certainly wouldn’t be nominated. Still, I was confident it would suit her.

Seeing her in front of me exceeded my expectations.

“The size is a bit off in places… It was slightly big on Kasahara, but it’s snug on me, which is kind of a shock. Maybe I should diet…”

“…No, you’re cute as is. The chest area is sexy with a cleavage, and your shoulders look healthy.”

“Really? If you like it, then I’m okay with it.”

Pleased by the compliment, Kirihara playfully points to her cleavage, her chest spilling out more than it did for any of the other girls. Well… that’s how it is.

“Nfufu, sensei, you’re blushing?”

Approaching, Kirihara wraps her arms around my neck and leans into me, giving me a kiss more intense than usual. I reciprocate until she pulls away, still clearly desiring more.

“…What’s gotten into you?”

“Because it’s been a while since we’ve been like this at school, right? We’ve been so busy lately, and seeing you tired at home, I’ve been holding back… I’ve been a good girl with all the festival preparations and student council work, so I’m frustrated. I was planning to endure it until today’s over, but seeing you dressed differently made me lose it.”

“…Was it when I was talking with Kasahara?”

“Did you notice?”

“If you’re that obvious, even I’ll realize.”

“I wonder if anyone else thought it was suspicious. But I got so excited I couldn’t help myself. Lately, you’ve been working so hard, and everyone’s starting to rely on you. Seeing that stirs up all sorts of feelings in me.”

“What kind of feelings?”

“I’m really happy about it, and it’s all good, but there’s also a part of me that’s jealous, thinking, ‘That teacher is mine!’ Yet, there’s excitement knowing the popular teacher is actually mine… With all these unstable emotions, seeing you dressed up today just flipped a switch. I didn’t think I was into suits or anything, but I’m super attracted to you today.”

“Can’t it wait until we get home…?”

“No… Because then you won’t be flustered.”

Kirihara, letting out feverish breaths, begins to deftly unbutton my vest.

“I don’t want to cause any trouble, but I also don’t want to trouble you. Still, I have this selfish desire to mess with you and see you in trouble. Is this how elementary school boys feel when they play pranks on girls they like?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not it…”

“Is that so? But I really want to play a prank. Lately, whenever the mood gets like this, it’s always me being attacked, and I haven’t been the one initiating… So, sorry, but I want to do something bad.”

As she unbuttons my vest, Kirihara starts unbuttoning my shirt too.

As her fingers slide along my sides, a small sound escapes me.

“You can make noise… Someone might come, though. Fufufu.”

It seems Kirihara, who enjoys secret and naughty deeds along with my perplexed expressions, has returned.

When I first became vulnerable to her, we often ended up like this.

Knowing it’s futile to say anything once she’s satisfied, I just accept it silently.

But I’m too concerned about the outside to fully engage. We’re locked from the inside, so it should be safe…

“It’s okay to leave hickies where they can’t be seen, right?”

Without waiting for a response, Kirihara begins leaving her mark on me.

After she’s done, she sighs heavily, but her frustration doesn’t seem to have lessened.

“To tell the truth, there are times when I sleep beside you, I have to hold back too. There are days when I really want to jump you… I was actually trying hard…”

Ah…, I sighed internally.

The image of Yuzu sneaking around in the middle of the night came to mind. It seems I’ve also caused Kirihara sleepless nights. The memory is painfully familiar, and having been on the verge of crossing the line myself, I couldn’t deny it.

“…Gin?”

Noticing me taking out my phone, Kirihara paused.

“…You have twenty minutes to do as you please.”

Realizing I had set an alarm, Kirihara smiled, lifting the corners of her lips mischievously.

“Just don’t strip me any further.”

“Got it… Fufufu.”

Seated with my back against the old vaulting box Kirihara was supposed to fetch, she climbed on top of me.

From there, I was at her mercy. My fingers were sucked, hickies were placed all over, I was caressed everywhere, my ears were licked, and my earlobes were nibbled…

While I bit my lip trying desperately to suppress my voice, Kirihara seemed to find delight in my struggle, intensifying her assault. She seemed to revel in cornering me.

While the unique summer stickiness was absent thanks to the season, the enclosed space made it no less sweltering. Stimulated all over, sweat began to form on my skin.

“Sensei, are you getting excited? …You’re adorable.”

Kirihara alternated between calling me by my name and “sensei” depending on her mood. But when we were engaged in secret meetings at school, she often chose “sensei.” It was her way of stirring up a sense of forbidden pleasure.

Sadly, it was very effective.

I wouldn’t reveal it or say it to anyone, but students not in uniform don’t seem that different from us.

It’s impossible not to be conscious of someone cute in a maid outfit, especially when it’s someone you like right in front of you.

“Is it just the sensation of being touched that feels good? Or is it the situation? Or maybe the outfit?”

“…All of it.”

“That last one was unexpected. But the outfit is cute, isn’t it? Do you want me to say something like, ‘Master, I will serve you…’?”

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