Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 1Volume .5 - Favorite perfume: Citrus

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She’s much happier when I make simple dishes rather than something overly fancy.

“Alright, I defeated the boss. It’s a good stopping point, so maybe I’ll take a shower now.”

“You’re going in first?”

“Yeah. Then we can play all we want after we finish eating, right?”

It’s an efficient move.

These small accumulations are probably what make her an honor student.

“It’ll take a bit more time to prepare, so go ahead and take your time in the shower.”

“Okay!”

She heads to the bathroom in a good mood.

…Soon after, I could hear the sound of the shower and Kirihara’s humming.

It’s not the first time Kirihara has taken a bath while I’m here, but it’s still unsettling.

“…What am I even doing?”

It’s not that I deeply dislike Kirihara.

I like games, and honestly, it’s fun playing with Kirihara.

But that doesn’t mean our relationship is acceptable. I’m stuck in a halfway situation.

If only Kirihara weren’t a minor and my student, there wouldn’t be any issues.

She’s probably the ideal partner.

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Life doesn’t always go as planned.

“Whoops.”

Lost in thought, the miso soup boiled over.

I turned off the heat and cleaned the stove. Since it’s not mine, I can’t leave it dirty.

To distract myself from thinking about Kirihara in the bathroom, I focused on cooking for a while.

By the time I finished plating everything, the doorbell rang.

…This is a new situation.

Should I answer it?

But what if it’s Kirihara’s friend or parent?

I could feel my blood run cold.

“Ah, sorry! It’s probably a package, I think. Sensei, can you get it?”

Hearing her voice from the bathroom, I felt relieved.

Cautiously, I picked up the intercom to hear, “Delivery service!” A long sigh of relief escaped me.

I pressed “Kirihara’s” seal on the delivery slip and received the package.

It’s surprisingly light. The sender seemed to be a store. Online shopping?

“Thanks. Just leave it there.”

“Alright… hey!”

When I turned around, Kirihara wasn’t wearing any clothes. She had on shorts different from before, but nothing on top. A bath towel loosely hung around her neck barely covered her chest, but the outlines were visible.

“What?”

“Please, put on some clothes.”

“Eh, it’s fine. We’re at home. You’ve seen it many times, right?”

“It’s not about that. The air conditioning is on, and you’ll catch a cold.”

“Sensei is so serious… that’s cute though.”

Kirihara lifted the towel she used to cover her chest and started drying her wet hair.

I averted my eyes quickly, hoping I didn’t see anything.

Unfazed by my efforts, Kirihara walked toward the dining area.

“Wow, dinner’s ready! It looks delicious!”

Seeing Kirihara half-naked isn’t new to me.

But sharing a bath and still, it’s unsettling. I want to avoid getting used to it. If it goes that far, I fear I might never be able to escape.

…Probably, losing this feeling would lead to a steep downfall.

Her youthful, smooth silky skin has that much destructive power.

“Sensei, let’s eat. I’m hungry.”

“Did you get dressed?”

“Yes, yes. Just a cami though.”

“Didn’t you dry your hair?”

“I’ll do it after eating. I don’t want the delicious food to get cold.”

Interacting with her normally feels like dealing with a mischievous younger sister.

As we said “itadakimasu” together, I harbored such thoughts.

After the meal, it was time for the eagerly awaited game time.

About three hours in, Kirihara stretched widely while still seated.

“That was fun. Let’s take a little break.”

Kirihara headed toward the entrance and quickly returned with the package I had received earlier.

“Did you buy clothes?”

“Yeah. I thought I’d follow Sensei’s lead.”

Puzzled, I tilted my head.

I don’t recall buying any new clothes recently, nor have I dressed up to meet Kirihara.

“Ta-da! Look at this.”

Opening the box and breaking the seal, Kirihara showed off her spoils with glee.

Indeed, it was clothing, but of the punk genre.

Having only seen Kirihara’s homewear, this was quite surprising.

“Is that what you usually wear?”

“No, I don’t. I usually wear something more modest.”

Then it clicked.

“You said you wanted to follow my lead, right?”

“For disguise?”

Nodding, Kirihara pulled out a blond wig from the box. There was also a brown one. She tried on the blond one and asked, “How does it look?”

“…Like a different person.”

“Let’s see.”

She walked to the stand mirror in the corner of the room.

“Wow, really! This is fun!”

Switching between the blond and brown wigs, she started to get excited. This side of her was quite childlike.

“When I first saw Sensei in disguise, I thought you were a different person. If we go out together like this, we should be fine, right? People who know us are less likely to notice.”

It’s been almost a month and a half since we started sharing this secret, but I haven’t gone out with Kirihara yet.

Even in disguise, I was afraid of being discovered.

I even refused to go to the nearby supermarket together.

“Hey, let’s go on a date.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“No. Tomorrow is good. Tomorrow.”

Tomorrow is Saturday, and the weather is supposed to be nice. I checked before hanging the laundry outside earlier.

“How about going to a shopping mall a bit farther away? I want to stroll around a shopping mall with you.”

“Isn’t that where students from our school go on weekends?”

“Maybe, but if we disguise ourselves, we should be fine, right? The more people know us, the less likely they are to notice.”

Having reached the same conclusion while in disguise, I found it hard to argue.

But I still wanted to refuse. I needed a good excuse.

“Hey, let’s go.”

“Um.”

Kirihara persisted, and I continued to search for an excuse.

“If you won’t go on a date with me, I might attack you tonight.”

Despite the outrageous statement, I chose not to react.