Chapter Five: The New Homeroom Teacher

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The Kinami Middle School that Anwa attended was not far from where he rented his place—just three stops on the tram. Yet, the journey was quite a trial for Anwa. After switching positions, although he no longer felt the soft pressure from before, the friction against his chest that came and went was even more distracting. Combined with the lingering fragrance from Tokiko Kurorai and her beautiful face so close at hand, Anwa couldn’t help but have a certain reaction.

Having been through such situations before, Tokiko Kurorai instantly understood the reason, and her already-flushed cheeks blushed an even brighter red. “Little pervert,” she muttered silently to herself, but didn’t comment further. Instead, she quietly moved the cloth bag she was carrying to the front, lifting it up to serve as a barrier between herself and Anwa.

[Do you really think that little thing can block anything? You sneer inwardly at her naivety. With no one paying attention, you could easily unzip your pants and engage in a more intimate exchange…]

Ignoring the perverse commentary echoing in his mind, Anwa forced himself to hunch over and silently recited a calming mantra. Time passed slowly in this awkward and ambiguous atmosphere, and both Anwa and Tokiko Kurorai avoided eye contact, though their breathing grew noticeably disordered.

At last, the chime announcing their stop, “Kinami Middle School Station has arrived,” sounded and the tram came to a halt. Since there were two schools and several shopping streets nearby, many people disembarked at this stop, Anwa and Tokiko among them.

They got off in silence, and before Anwa could say anything, Tokiko Kurorai quickly spoke up, “Sorry, Anwa, I’m about to be late for work, so I can’t chat now. See you next time.” With that, she hurried off in one direction without waiting for a reply. But after only a few steps, she suddenly turned around and walked back. Passing by Anwa, her face burning with embarrassment, she whispered, “I went the wrong way.”

…

Watching Tokiko Kurorai’s figure recede into the distance, Anwa’s “little brother” finally bowed its proud head. Fortunately, he had taken off his scarf as soon as he got off the tram and used it to cover himself, thus avoiding any awkwardness in public.

But as he watched Tokiko disappear, his expression grew more peculiar. Was it just his imagination, or did the black stockings between her legs seem to shimmer slightly in the sunlight?

“Um… are you Anwa?” a girl’s voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Turning, he saw a girl with tanned skin, a chin-length bob, and the Kinami school uniform—a JK girl. After a moment’s thought, he recalled her identity and smiled.

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“So it’s you, Kitajima. Did you just arrive too?”

Hearing Anwa’s words, the girl’s face lit up with delight. It was clear that she was thrilled he remembered her name. She immediately smiled and said, “I thought you wouldn’t remember my name, Anwa.”

As she spoke, the girl bashfully lowered her head, hiding her hands behind her back, drawing little circles on the ground with her toe.

“How could I forget? A cute girl like Keiko Kitajima is hard not to notice,” Anwa replied with feigned surprise.

At this, Keiko Kitajima let out a giggle, then playfully slapped Anwa’s shoulder, pouting, “You’re awful, Yusei—you’ll make me blush if you keep talking like that!”

Without noticing that she’d shifted from the formal “Anwa” to the more intimate “Yusei,” Keiko then checked her phone. Seeing that classes had already started, she exclaimed in alarm, “Oh no, we’re late! Come on, Yusei, let’s hurry. I heard the new homeroom teacher is really, really strict!”

Before he could reply, Keiko grabbed his hand and dashed toward the school. As they ran, Anwa was keenly aware of the soft warmth in his palm, but for once, he felt no inappropriate urges.

For from the first moment he’d seen Keiko, the ever-present narrator in his mind had already revealed her true nature.

[Though she hides it well, with your “Wolong” insight, you instantly recognize her as an 80-percenter. Does she really think she’s worthy of you? You scoff silently. Still, a free offering shouldn’t be wasted. Though she’s long been a public bus, you can’t deny her skills and her wide circle of sisters. Just a subtle hint from you, and tonight you could lose your virginity and enjoy an epic 1V5 experience…]

No thanks—I’d rather not catch anything.

Anwa rolled his eyes inwardly. He might be a bit of a pervert, but he wasn’t desperate. Otherwise, he wouldn’t still be a virgin.

Lost in thought, the two of them reached the school gates. After showing their student IDs and being scolded by the guard, they were finally allowed inside.

No sooner had they left the guardhouse than Keiko Kitajima began to grumble under her breath. “So annoying—being a few minutes late isn’t the end of the world. Last time, he even touched my…” She cut herself off, suddenly remembering Anwa was right beside her, and quickly changed her tune.

“Sorry, Anwa, I dragged you into this. I offended the guard for some personal reasons; otherwise, he wouldn’t have made things so hard for us today.”

So that’s your slip showing?

Anwa played along, but mentally tagged Keiko as a master manipulator. As for her so-called “personal reasons,” he had no interest in digging deeper.

A few minutes later, they finally arrived at the door of Class 2-B.

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The classroom door was tightly shut, and a stern, unfamiliar female voice could be heard from within. Anwa guessed this must be the new homeroom teacher Keiko had mentioned.

They tidied up their clothes, rumpled from running, then Keiko knocked on the door.

The voice inside paused, then resumed. “Come in.” The tone was icy.

Keiko shot Anwa a nervous, pitiful look and pushed open the door. Without even glancing at the teacher on the podium, she bowed and apologized, “I’m sorry, sensei. Anwa Yusei and I were late because we helped a lost child on the way!”

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Are women always this good at lying?

Though Anwa was surprised, he followed her lead and bowed in apology without hesitation. After all, if a few words could salvage his image in the new teacher’s eyes, it was well worth it.

“Is that so? Then take your seats,” the teacher replied, unexpectedly agreeable. The two quickly thanked her and made their way to their desks.

Once the class had settled, the female teacher in a black uniform began to move. She wrote “Nobue Ito” on the blackboard, then turned and braced herself against the lectern, facing the students as she spoke.

“My name is Nobue Ito. I’ll be your homeroom teacher for the next year. As you can see, I’m almost thirty and still single, so I might have a bit of a temper.”

Her sharp eyes swept over Anwa Yusei, sitting at the second-to-last desk in the fourth row, and over to Keiko Kitajima nearby.

“So, I hope no one else in this class will be late, and no one will try to deceive me with such feeble lies. Understood?”

As her words fell, it was as if an invisible pressure descended. The entire class fell into a heavy silence.

Except… in one person’s mind.

[Wow~ Seeing this domineering woman, your eyes light up! Conquest is often a man’s greatest thrill, and this woman awakens that desire in you. In less than two seconds, you’re already imagining her beneath you, sobbing and begging for mercy.]