"W-What do you mean? Are you saying this is my fault?"
"Yes. Please don't laugh at me."
"Hm. Who would laugh at a student's serious troubles?"
"…I've fallen in love with you at first sight, Sensei."
A love confession delivered after locking eyes.
And not just any confession—a surprise attack from point-blank range by a beautiful high school boy (DK, as they say).
To top it off, it came imbued with some kind of divine "magic eye" power.
A critical hit—no, an outright overkill.
But…
"…"
Sensei didn't say a word.
"Sensei?"
"…"
I gave her a little shake.
"…Huh!?"
Jolting awake as if snapping out of a trance, Sensei blinked rapidly, glancing around before settling her gaze on me.
"Sorry, I've been swamped lately. I think I just heard something strange."
"Oh, I see. Are you okay?"
"Of course. So, what were we talking about? Oh, right—something about the assignment being tough, wasn't it?"
"No, we were in the middle of discussing how I've fallen for you and can't control my urges because of it."
"…"
Slipping her hand free from my tight grip, Fuyuhara-sensei stood up and turned her back to me.
"Miyagi."
"Yes?"
"I'm a teacher."
"Yes."
"Let me say it again: I don't appreciate students teasing their teacher with jokes like this."
"I'll say it again too—I really like you, Sensei."
Her demeanor gave it away. She wasn't annoyed at being teased; she just couldn't believe what I was saying and had no idea how to handle the situation.
Fine then. If she wouldn't take me seriously, I'd pile on the pressure until she had no choice.
"I get it! A kid like me could never be taken seriously by an adult woman like you!"
I slumped to the floor, collapsing dramatically as if the desk had betrayed me. From our exchanges so far, I'd figured out that Fuyuhara-sensei responded best to over-the-top gestures. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but momentum and bravado were key. "Real men need guts" should hold true even in this world, right?
"N-No, that's not true!"
She rushed over to me as I sprawled pitifully on the floor, trying to console me.
"It's probably just your body and mind being out of sync. If you burn off some energy with sports—"
Oh, that old line. I wanted to snap back, *Sports don't do a damn thing for this kind of frustration—give me a break!* But she was tougher than I'd expected. If I were in her shoes, I'd have said yes on the spot in a situation like this.
Alright. If pushing didn't work, I'd try pulling.
I put on a despairing expression, then forced a weak smile. Standing up, I gave her a polite bow.
"M-Miyagi?" she stammered.
"I understand… I'll find someone else."
"Someone else!?"
"I could never talk to my classmates about something like this. I saw on TV that you can find good people on online forums or something."
I didn't know the details, but surely this world had its version of "sugar daddies" or whatever—right? Let's see how Fuyuhara-sensei reacts.
"W-What, like a sugar mommy!? No way! I can't let you do something so reckless and degrading!"
"But I need a kind older mommy! You don't seem to understand my pain or my struggles, Sensei…"
I made a show of looking crestfallen as I turned to leave.
"W-Wait, hold on!"
"Then will you be my older mommy?"
"M-Me? Your older mommy…? No, wait, that's not—! We should talk to Yamazaki-sensei tomorrow instead!"
That was the worst possible option. This was veering into dangerous territory.
"Didn't you promise not to tell anyone?"
"I did say that, but—"
"I knew I shouldn't have confided in you."
My exaggerated muttering hit its mark. Fuyuhara-sensei's face froze in a perfect *"Gaaah!"*—you could practically hear the sound effect.
"Okay, okay, I get it!"
"So you'll be my sugar mommy?"
"Ugh… fine."
Got her!
Or maybe not quite? She still seemed hesitant. Time to seal the deal with a fait accompli.
"Sensei!"
I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around her in the heat of the moment. Pushing her down, I planted a kiss on her neck.
"Eek!"
"Sensei! This is okay, right?"
"W-W-What—Miyagi! S-Stop, wait a second!"
"I can't wait!"
"H-Hey, a guy pinning down a woman like this—! No, seriously, I need some time to prepare!"
She was squirming beneath me, resisting for real now, so I decided to hear her out.
"Prepare? You're not just stalling so you can brush this off tomorrow and pretend it never happened, are you?"
"I'm a woman of my word. I don't go back on promises. It's just… well, you know…"
She trailed off, her face twisting into something painfully awkward.
"See? You're just making excuses again, aren't you?"
"Fine, I'll say it."
"Go ahead. If it's not convincing, I'm pinning you down again."
"I need to shave."
"…"
The sheer rawness of her answer caught me off guard.
In the end, we agreed to meet again tomorrow after school in the guidance room at the same time. For now, we called it a day.
---
*The Next Day After School*
"Huh?"
"What's wrong?"
I was waiting in front of the guidance room when Fuyuhara-sensei showed up—not in her usual tracksuit, but a sharp suit.
"You're not wearing your tracksuit?"
"You think I'd wander around outside school in a tracksuit?"
"Outside school?"
"Wait. Don't tell me you seriously planned to do that in this sacred place of learning?"
"…"
"You were serious!? N-No, I mean, I get it—you're that desperate. Sorry."
Her earnest concern threw me off, making me feel a little guilty. Truth be told, I'm just a horny wannabe player looking to have some fun. When she got all sincere like that, it pricked at my delicate conscience.
"We're heading out today."
She dangled a car key in front of me, twirling it around her finger.
"Where to?"
If she said 'straight to a love hotel,' I'd be all for it—but I held my tongue.
"Well… as your 'mommy,' I figured I'd at least escort you on a proper date. Tonight, I'm treating you to something delicious. I've already made reservations, so let's go."
"Huh?"
It was so far from what I'd expected that I froze for a second. A date? And she's treating me to dinner?
In my past life, I'd been the one doing the treating, so the idea of a woman taking me out like this hadn't even crossed my mind. The surprise left me momentarily stunned.
Seeing my reaction, Fuyuhara-sensei faltered.
"W-What? Don't tell me everything up to now was just a joke—wah!"
I snapped out of it and grabbed her in a hug before she could pull away.
"S-Stop it! What if someone sees us!?"
"…My apologies."
I stepped back smoothly.
"Listen. At school, we absolutely can't let anyone suspect there's anything between us. Hugging me here like that is out of the question."
"Yes, ma'am."
I nodded obediently, but the idea of now fooling around with a female teacher on school grounds? Not an option. I fully intended to push boundaries and enjoy some thrilling moments here eventually.
Adjusting her rumpled suit, Fuyuhara-sensei checked with me.
"You know where the staff parking lot is, right?"
"Yes, behind the school building."
"Go ahead and hide somewhere there. When I signal, jump in."
"Got it."
She was right—if anyone saw us, it'd be game over. Better play it safe.
---
"So, Sensei, you like this kind of car?"
"Sort of. Plus, a tough-looking ride like this keeps the road ragers at bay. Pretty handy."
Her car was a two-seater—a sleek, red mid-engine sports car, no less, with the engine rumbling right behind the seats.
"But the seats don't recline."
"Yeah, that's the downside. No napping in here."
"No car sex either, huh? Shame."
"M-Miyagi!?"
After some playful banter, we arrived at our destination: a high-end yakiniku restaurant, judging by its classy exterior.
The moment we stepped inside, the air was thick with the smoky, savory aroma of grilled meat. I worried it might cling to her suit, but she didn't seem to care. She flagged down a waiter and confirmed her reservation.
We were led to a private room in the back.
"Boys like yakiniku, right?"
(A/N: Yakiniku is grilled meat.)
"Yeah, I guess."
"Eat as much as you want."
True, with this body, I could probably scarf down a ton—and it'd feel great. But yakiniku for a date? Then again, in a world where women take the lead to please men, maybe this made sense.
I'd always pictured dates at chic cafés or fancy restaurants with a view, but here, satisfying a guy's appetite was the priority. Yakiniku, ramen, conveyor-belt sushi—these were probably the go-to moves.
So I dug in, savoring the meat she grilled for me.
"Aren't you eating, Sensei?"
"Watching you chow down is satisfying enough."
"But you'll need energy for later, right?"
A not-so-subtle hint. I might as well just said; "We're doing it after this, yeah?"
"Gah!? N-No, I mean, uh, well…"
What's this? Backpedaling now, after saying she's a woman of her word?
"—Miyagi, there's something I need to tell you."
Oh? Something's off with her tone now.