The next day.
Finally, the long-awaited after-school moment arrived.
Clutching that booklet, I made my way to the staff room. After a quick knock, I stepped inside and approached Sensei's desk.
She was hunched over something, nodding to herself with little grunts of "mm-hmm," too absorbed to notice me standing beside her.
"Hmm, what to do… But five times for ten thousand? That's a steal. He's a bit older, sure, but he might take the lead…"
Her face looked serious, but her eyes were glued to her phone screen. A quick glance revealed a photo of a man—roughly mid-thirties, not unlike the version of me from my past life that met an untimely end.
…Could he be her boyfriend?
The age gap was noticeable, but not impossible. In this world, where men were scarce, women's standards had probably widened compared to my old life. I resisted the urge to pry and instead called out to the still-muttering Sensei.
"Fuyuhara-sensei, do you have a moment?"
"Wah!? M-Miyagi!? W-What's up!?"
Startled, she fumbled to hide her phone. I held up the booklet in my hand.
"Thanks for yesterday. I had a few questions about it, so I came to ask."
"Oh, right, I see. But Yamazaki-sensei's already gone home. Can it wait until tomorrow?"
"No, I'd feel bad bothering you again and again. If it's okay, I'd rather you explain it, Sensei."
She looked a little surprised, then paused.
"I don't mind, but… even though I'm a teacher, doesn't it bother you to talk about this stuff with a woman?"
"Of course, it's not something I'd discuss with just anyone…"
Here it was.
During class today, I'd even held back from teasing Natsuki-san's skirt, spending the whole time plotting instead. I'd run mental simulations over and over. Now was the moment to put it all into action!
"I trust you won't tell anyone, Sensei. Plus, I really respect how sharp and put-together you always are."
"Really!? Well then, leave it to me! Ask me anything!"
Maybe the flattery was a tad obvious, but it worked like a charm.
From watching her with Yamazaki-sensei yesterday, I'd pegged her as pretty laid-back despite her strict exterior. Probably a sense of duty forcing her to act tougher than she really was. If that was the case, how could she resist a beautiful boy (yours truly) relying on her—and even saying he respected her?
In my old world, it'd be like a gorgeous high school girl leaning on a young male teacher. Here, where guys were rare and often troublemakers, I'd apparently come off as a "good kid" yesterday. A beautiful good kid, no less. She couldn't say no—wouldn't say no. It was a done deal from the start.
"So, same as yesterday—guidance room okay?"
"Yes."
"Alright. I'll grab the key. Wait here."
Let's get this show on the road.
A private after-school lesson in the guidance room with a gorgeous P.E. teacher? Yes, please!
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"So, was there something confusing from yesterday's explanation?"
Oblivious to my scheming, Sensei unlocked the guidance room door and tossed the question my way.
"Well… it's less about confusion and more of a personal issue for me."
"Hm. Fair enough. Let's take it slow—come on in."
"Excuse me."
I took my seat across from her, just like yesterday.
"Go on, then?"
"…This is my first time talking about something like this, and it's really embarrassing, but… you won't tell anyone, right?"
It almost sounded like I was doubting her. I braced myself for a rebuke, but I had to set the stage.
"Of course not! Don't worry, I won't breathe a word. It might feel awkward, but sometimes venting to someone helps. Relax—I'll do what I can for you."
Her reassuring tone and warm smile were textbook teacher material. Considering my past-life age, she was technically younger than me mentally, yet I couldn't help but admire her dedication.
And here I was, a total sleaze about to exploit that kindness to turn her into a fling.
"So, the thing is…"
"Mm-hm."
"I think… my sex drive might be stronger than most people's. I don't know how to deal with it…"
"Hm, your sex drive, huh."
She nodded thoughtfully, arms crossed.
Tougher than anticipated.
If Natsuki-san was easy mode, Fuyuhara-sensei was definitely hard mode. I'd planned to steamroll her with momentum like I did with Natsuki-san, but it wasn't going to be that simple.
"Right, so…"
"…"
"Sensei?"
She'd been nodding along but suddenly froze.
"Miyagi."
"Yes?"
"What did you just say?"
"That my sex drive's stronger than normal and it's stressing me out."
She stood up abruptly, turned her back to me, and let out a long "fuuu" of a sigh.
"You shouldn't tease your teacher like that."
Was she taking it as a joke? No—if she really thought that, she'd be angrier. She was probably half-doubting me.
"Sensei…!"
I stepped closer, my voice firm and serious.
"I wouldn't joke about this. I'm genuinely struggling with this urge."
"Mmm, mm-hmm."
She turned back, grumbling under her breath.
"If it's about that, maybe Yamazaki-sensei, the nurse, would be better suited. I'm a woman, so, uh, giving specific advice on how to… handle it might be better from a guy…"
Did she just say "handle it"? Oh, this was gold.
"No, I've already tried… you know, dealing with it myself in different ways."
"You have!? Uh, I mean, sorry, of course you have! You're a healthy young guy, Miyagi—totally natural, yep!"
Her reaction was over-the-top. Why, though?
Then I caught her muttering under her breath: "Even a kid like Miyagi does that, huh…"
Oh, I get it.
Even a pretty boy like me jerks off—she knew that in theory, but hearing it face-to-face threw her off.
"Yeah, lately it's been especially hard to control."
"Hmm, interesting. Any guess what's causing it?"
"…I think it started after I transferred here."
"Could be the change in environment. Stress can throw your mind and body out of whack, mess with your balance."
She rattled off some P.E. teacher health trivia, but I wasn't here for a lecture.
"So… I was thinking maybe I should get a girlfriend to, uh, relieve it."
I played up the shy act, locking eyes with her.
"Uh, yeah, sure."
"But then I heard what you said yesterday—how if something went wrong between students, it could ruin both our lives."
"Right. That's why you've got to be careful with protection."
Now!
Here's my opening!
"I don't have the confidence! I'd totally mess it up!"
I wailed dramatically, collapsing onto the desk as if I were about to sob. Sensei sat beside me, rubbing my back to comfort me.
"N-No, it's not like that! Everyone's got a first time. Just calm down—"
"Then… couldn't you teach me, Sensei?"
"W-W-W-What!? Teach you what?"
She'd finally let her guard down.
"Like I said, my sex drive's so intense I feel like I'm gonna burst."
"Burst…"
"So couldn't you guide me, Sensei?"
"Guide…"
"Show me the adult world."
"Adult… world…"
She was just parroting my words now. I grabbed her hand, staring into her eyes. I'd already ditched my glasses when I'd flopped onto the desk.
—Magic Eye, activate!
It felt like I was some fantasy protagonist unleashing a trump card. Sure, what I was doing was scummy, but still.
Could she resist?
"…No, wait, this really should go to Yamazaki-sensei—"
Her resistance was impressive. She wasn't giving in easily.
"Sensei."
"W-What?"
"I said my sex drive spiked after coming to this school, right?"
"Yeah."
"I think I know why."
Keeping her hand firmly in mine, I stared her down, feigning hesitation.
"…What's the reason?"
"You, Sensei."
"Huh?"
"You're the cause, Fuyuhara-sensei."
Her eyes widened in shock, clearly blindsided.