Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 1Volume .4 - Favorite perfume: Citrus

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As I reflected on my encounter with Kirihara, I managed to finish my work without incident.

I wrote the class journal, graded the quizzes, and completed the printouts for next week’s lessons. Since I had a meeting with Kurei-san about the final exam questions, it got a bit late.

“Good work. Make sure to rest well over the weekend.”

“Thank you. I look forward to working with you again next week.”

After waving goodbye to Kurei-san in the staff room, I left the school.

The time was just past seven in the evening.

It’s late June, and although the rainy season hasn’t quite ended, today was clear. I walked through the school gates, heading to the nearest bus stop. After boarding the bus, I loosened the buttons of my short-sleeved shirt and gazed aimlessly out the window. Feeling my smartphone vibrate, I saw a message had arrived. It was from my ex-girlfriend. Even years after breaking up, she still contacts me from time to time.

“Tired? Are you done for today? I’m on my way home on the train. Going to have dinner with my boyfriend. We’re just going to laze around this weekend.”

even though i didn’t ask for it, she had sent me an update on her life. “As usual,” I thought, replying casually before returning my gaze outside.

Ideally, like my ex, my weekend should be starting from here. But, given my secret relationship with Kirihara, I still had things to do.

After about twenty minutes on the bus, I got off. It’s just about a five-minute walk from the bus stop to the apartment where I live.

It’s a small one-room apartment, but it comes with a closet. After hanging up my tie and trousers, I quickly changed into the clothes I had prepared.

A sukajan jacket and ripped jeans.

I also donned a flashy blond wig. With colored contact lenses and fashionable glasses, I was practically a different person. Those who know me wouldn’t be able to recognize me at all.

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I packed a backpack with a change of clothes, a towel, and a toothbrush for an overnight stay and headed for the entrance. When I have work to take home, I transfer items from my business bag, but today I had nothing to bring back. It was nice having less to carry.

Leaving the house, I headed not for the bus stop but toward the closest train station.

Upon reaching the station, I deliberately bought a ticket for a few stations away instead of using my IC card, to leave as little evidence as possible.

My destination was the apartment where Kirihara lives alone.

After getting off the train, I made a small detour before heading to Kirihara’s place.

Standing in front of the entrance, I sent a message saying, “I’ve arrived,” and sensed someone moving on the other side of the door.

The key turned, and the door opened.

“Welcome,” she greeted me with the same words as when we had our secret meeting after school.

The difference from the after-school time was Kirihara’s attire. She greeted me in a camisole and shorts, making it hard to know where to look. She wasn’t wearing her usual plain glasses.

“Put on some proper clothes…”

“It’s hot. And I don’t like turning the air conditioning too high.”

I felt the same, so I couldn’t argue much.

For now, I entered the house.

Even just at the entrance, the room was filled with Kirihara’s scent. I wouldn’t admit it to her, but it was a nice smell. A fragrance that could melt one’s rationality.

“I’m at a good point in the game, so I’ll go ahead and make some progress.”

Saying so, Kirihara walked toward the living room.

“Have you eaten dinner?”

“Not yet. I was thinking of eating with you, Sensei.”

Expecting this, I had bought ingredients. After getting off the train, my first stop was the supermarket.

“Isn’t it usually bento for you?”

“There’s no work today, so I thought I’d make something proper.”

“Yay! I love the meals you make, Sensei.”

Cooking is one of my few skills. During my university days, I worked part-time at a privately-owned restaurant. The owner was quite passionate about his cooking, and I learned a lot there.

“It’ll take some time, okay?”

“That’s fine. If you need help with anything, just let me know.”

While talking to me, Kirihara skillfully navigated the game controller.

Deeply seated on the sofa with a bead cushion in her lap, she played the online game we usually play together, alone.

The apartment’s layout is 2LDK, and the space is quite large. Even with a sofa and a large TV, there’s plenty of room for me to sit next to her without feeling cramped.

The kitchen is well-equipped, too. I’ve supplemented it with various cooking tools and seasonings, so it’s fully stocked.

“If you don’t have work, we can play a lot today. I’ve finished my homework, too. We’re not sleeping tonight, okay?”

When Kirihara says it, it sounds suggestive…

“It’s not like that. But I wouldn’t mind if it was.”

I walked into a trap. Shrugging exaggeratedly, I started to unpack my belongings.

“You’re so considerate, Sensei. Bringing a change of clothes, towels, and all. Isn’t it a hassle? You come every week; you might as well leave them here.”

Since Kirihara had leverage over me, I’ve been visiting her place every weekend. It’s only on weekends and holidays, but it’s almost like we’re living together. Kirihara has always said I could leave my things in the extra room.

“I stop by home to change anyway, so it’s fine.”

“If that’s what you prefer,” she said, sounding slightly disappointed but didn’t press the matter.

Not just on this topic, but Kirihara rarely uses her leverage over me to bind me with authority. She has only asked me for three things.

—I want you to spend weekends at my place.

—In various ways, I want you to be my playmate.

—When I want to be spoiled, let me be as much as possible.

These are the three requests.

If she wanted, she could make more malicious demands.

For example, asking for money.

However, it seems what Kirihara wants isn’t material.

She’s either lonely, deeply troubled, or both.

That’s what I’m guessing.

At least, the loneliness part must be correct.

When Kirihara heard I’d be cooking after getting by on convenience store bento and supermarket side dishes, she was amazed, saying, “I never knew home cooking could taste so good.”

…How exactly was she raised?

It’s clear from living alone in such a spacious house as a high school student, with not even a hint of her parents or any family, that her family background isn’t ordinary…

“I’m looking forward to it, Sensei’s cooking.”

Her humming made it hard to feel bad.

Dismissing unanswerable questions from my mind, I focused on cooking.

Despite declaring I’d “properly cook,” the menu was quite ordinary.

Pork miso soup with vegetables, tamagoyaki, and grilled fish using a double-sided grill. The kitchen stove, which had barely any signs of use when I first came, is now a reliable ally.

It’s a simple menu, but Kirihara loves these straightforward dishes.