The back row of the classroom is hands-down the best spot.
It opens up possibilities you'd never get up front.
"…So, as we head into May, there'll be a bunch of events—"
Our homeroom teacher, Fuyuhara-sensei, scribbles on the board while droning on. After-school homeroom's a snooze, but from the back row, I can make it fun. Like, say, chatting with the kid next to me.
"Hehe…"
"Oi… knock it off."
So here I am, stretching my leg under Natsuki-san's long skirt on my right, flipping it up for kicks. She's pressing it down with her hand, hissing threats under her breath. Ah, youth.
"…I said stop, you idiot!"
Natsuki-san swats my foot away, glaring at me while scanning the room.
"Then flip it up yourself, Natsuki-san. Just for me to see, okay?"
"Same old pervert… What's so fun about staring at a girl's underwear?"
She grumbles, but starts lifting the left side of her skirt little by little. Front-row seats to a classroom strip show, starring a badass blonde. Wonder what this VIP view would've cost in my past life?
I'm lost in thought, eyes glued to Natsuki-san's pale legs as they come into view. The slower she goes, the sexier it gets—long skirts have a charm minis just can't touch. Soon, her usual black shorts should peek out… wait, huh?
"Whoa, red?"
"Shut up. Be quiet. Don't talk."
Well, well. Natsuki-san's rocking red underwear today.
"Didn't you say black or red? One set's not enough—I need spares, obviously."
"Those pricey too?"
"…"
Her face goes dead serious.
"Uh… sorry about that."
I don't know the state of her allowance or living expenses, but putting financial pressure on a student isn't cool.
"You don't have to push yourself from now on."
"Thanks, appreciate it."
"How about going panty-less at school all the time?"
"Wanna die? No, die."
Scary! Though I've already made her go commando once or twice a week in the mornings, so I'm not that unreasonable. When I suggested adding a vibrator, though? She chewed me out.
No butts, no vibrators—Natsuki-san's supposed to do anything I ask, but she's surprisingly picky.
I'm mulling over my devilish thoughts when she yanks her skirt back down. What's up? I look—Fuyuhara-sensei's staring our way from the front. Homeroom must've ended without me noticing.
"Miyagi."
"Yes?"
"Sorry for the short notice, but can you come to the guidance room in about fifteen minutes? It won't take long."
Did she catch me messing with Natsuki-san? I panic for a sec, but the vibe doesn't feel like that. Wondering what's up, I tilt my head. Then Fuyuhara-sensei drops something weird.
"No need to worry. The nurse, Yamazaki-sensei, will be there too."
"Got it. I'll be there in fifteen."
No clue what's happening, but I agree. Looks like no playtime with Natsuki-san today. Bummer.
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Here I am at the guidance room. It's just a regular classroom, though—same number of desks, only marked by a "Guidance Room" plaque. In this big space, four desks are pushed together up front, two facing two. Fuyuhara-sensei's sitting there, and next to her is an old guy in a white coat I've never met.
"You're here, Miyagi. Sorry about this—it'll be quick. Sit."
Fuyuhara-sensei waves me over as I step in.
"Excuse me."
I nod politely and sit across from her. The old guy raises an eyebrow, like "Oh?" Fuyuhara-sensei looks surprised too, like "Huh?" What's with these reactions?
"Uh… did I do something?"
From her tone so far, it doesn't seem like I've screwed up unknowingly, but I stay quiet just in case.
"No, it's not about anything you did. This is more of a precautionary double-check," Fuyuhara-sensei says, oddly hesitant for her.
"Fuyuhara-sensei, shall I explain?" the old guy offers.
"Ah, yes, please."
She defers to him, and he turns to me.
"You're Miyagi-kun, right? I'm Yamazaki, the school nurse—health teacher, basically."
"Nice to meet you. Thank you for having me."
I bow formally, but the air gets kinda awkward. What else am I supposed to say?
"Fuyuhara-sensei's hemming and hawing about a special lesson. You probably had it at your old school, but it's protocol, so we're borrowing a bit of your time today."
"I see. Thanks for doing this just for me."
I don't fully get what this "special lesson" is, but I appreciate them setting aside time for me.
"Hmm. Quite polite—though saying that might sound condescending. Still, an earnest young man leaves a good impression, doesn't he, Fuyuhara-sensei?"
"Yes. With plenty of boys causing trouble, Miyagi could be a role model for others."
…Not like I've done anything special, but apparently, I've left a solid mark on the teachers. Guess that means typical guys here can be a handful. Makes sense—getting fawned over just for being male could go to your head. Plus, from bits of convo with Natsuki-san, it's clear guys in this world generally dislike women. Must be complicated.
"So, uh, what's this special lesson about?"
"It's not much of a lesson—just a quick check-in and explanation. Same as what you got at your last school," Fuyuhara-sensei says.
I'd complicate things by admitting I haven't had it here, so I nod silently.
"Yamazaki-sensei, go ahead."
"Right. Miyagi-kun, here's this booklet."
"Sure, thanks."
He hands me a pamphlet the size of a student ID. The title reads: "Sex, Pregnancy, and Acknowledgment". Pretty bold stuff—definitely piques my interest.
"Reading it all here would take too long, so take it home and go through it. It's tied to your life, after all."
"Got it."
"What I'll cover now isn't in there—stuff about sex in student life. Specifically, sexual interactions."
"Sexual interactions…"
He's beating around the bush—probably because it's framed as a "lesson."
"You mean sex, right?"
My bluntness makes Fuyuhara-sensei's eyes widen for a split second. The old guy looks mildly shocked too.
"You're quite straightforward, aren't you?"
"Sorry. Fancy words might confuse me."
"Hmm, fair point. Yes, it's about sex."
No way they're about to teach me how to do it, right? This world's take on sex ed seems a bit off from my past life—could be possible, and that's freaky. But if so, would Fuyuhara-sensei, a woman, be here? Maybe as my homeroom teacher, it's unavoidable?
I ask cautiously, "Uh… is this the stamen-and-pistil talk?"
My roundabout phrasing makes Fuyuhara-sensei pause, then chuckle.
"Fuyuhara-sensei, this is delicate," Yamazaki-sensei scolds, his soft demeanor turning stern.
"Sorry, Miyagi. Didn't mean to laugh."
She gets a reprimand from the suddenly intense grandpa nurse. Whoa, he's strict.
"Sex is an awkward topic for young boys. Fuyuhara-sensei, you're a woman—laughing it off can burden a teen's heart."
"Yes, my apologies."
What started as a light jab turns into a full-on lecture. I step in.
"Yamazaki-sensei, I'm fine with it. Please go on."
"…Alright."
He looks like he's got more to say but nods at my prompt.
"With you, then… fine, I'll be direct. Sex between students isn't ideal, but if it happens, use protection."
"…"
That was a straight-up bombshell. I'm speechless, and Fuyuhara-sensei piles on.
"Legally, minors can't acknowledge a child. A baby's a happy thing, but in reality, it often ends badly for both. You could acknowledge it later as an adult, but… time apart tends to cool a guy's feelings, you know."
They're hitting me with a barrage of stuff I don't fully grasp, and I'm getting lost. But one thing's bugging me—something big.
"Uh, this is kinda awkward to ask…"
"Go ahead. That's why we're here," Yamazaki-sensei says, Fuyuhara-sensei nodding silently.
"Isn't it… a bit early for students to be doing that?"
Hypocritical coming from me, happily banging Natsuki-san, but is it normal here for kids to be hooking up like crazy?
Yamazaki-sensei shakes his head.
"Of course. Students should focus on studies. But young love ignites fast—telling you 'no' won't stop it. So if it happens, we want to spare you the regrets and struggles later."
Oh, got it. They're blending their roles as teachers and guardians, giving me the real talk—grit and all.