As a teacher, I threw my rationality through the well-developed breasts that I had hidden under the uniforms of a small, delicate female student and I cried out at her many times.

A student and a teacher... a relationship that should never be violated... Mochizuki was a serious, enthusiastic student, and was somewhat mature compared to his classmates. One day after school, Mochizuki was studying alone in a classroom with the setting sun. I told him there was something I didn't understand, so I told him, but when I leaned forward, I became conscious of the chest that could be seen through the gap in my sailor uniform. "I like you," "What..." "I like you, the teacher's teaching method," "W-- Don't tease you," "But... I also like you, the teacher. I'll wait for you tomorrow." It was just to teach you study, and there were no ulterior motives...it shouldn't happen...I desperately tried to tell myself, but I headed to the after-school classroom the next day, still feeling frustrated. Mochizuki is the same as usual. I was the only one who was conscious of taking yesterday's words at face value. I'm a bad teacher...I looked up from the textbook and suddenly started taking off my sailor uniform and showed off the bulging breasts that were out of proportion to a baby face. This is the classroom...I'm a teacher...Mochizuki is a student...I'm desperately trying to maintain my rationality, and there's no way I could compete in front of the tight, young female student's tight body...I'm the worst person who sucked Mochizuki's breasts as if devouring me, and I'm a disqualified teacher.