I am a disqualified teacher. I succumbed to the passionate gaze of the students, and I ended up indulging in creampie sex over and over again in a love hotel after school...

"Teacher, I love you... please go on a date." Even though I am a teacher, I was shocked when he spoke up with honest words. Then I might have been unconsciously aware of him. Even as the days passed, his feelings never changed, and his presence even grew even within me. Then one day on my way home, I was stared at him by his straight eyes and forgot about my realization that I was a teacher. The more I think it's a bad thing, the more I become addicted to the lewd mistakes I have with him...