Mafuyu Kirisu felt dizzy all over.
Reason told her this was wrong.
Hayashi Maki was her student.
She was his teacher.
And he had a girlfriend.
How could they be this intimate?
On top of that, she'd never even dated… this was all way too fast.
Her heart felt outrageously wronged.
This damned brat—why was he so overbearing?
She'd said no! She'd said stop!
After a long while, their lips parted.
Looking down at the flushed, quick-breathing beauty with cherry-colored hair beneath him, Hayashi Maki slowly lowered his head again—this time brushing his lips against her pale neck.
Mafuyu instinctively tilted her delicate chin up and gripped his hand, eyes shyly closing as her body trembled, nerves clearly frayed.
"Kirisu-sensei… you're so cute."
He praised her, pressing heated kisses along her delicate collarbone.
Mafuyu's eyes suddenly flew open; she looked at him—
and the next second they brimmed with tears that spilled over.
Hayashi Maki panicked. "Kirisu-sensei, I—"
"Sob… you jerk! You pervert—why are you bullying me like this? I already said no! I said stop!"
Shamed and angry, Mafuyu wrenched her soft hand free and pounded him—still not satisfied, she grabbed his arm and bit down hard.
"Tss—"
Hayashi Maki winced, then used his other hand to gently stroke her hair.
He had gone too far. Let her bite it out and vent.
When the taste of blood finally reached her tongue, Mafuyu snapped back to herself. She hurriedly let go and stared at the bleeding bite mark on his arm, her expression complicated.
"W-why didn't you dodge?"
He gave her a quick peck on the lips and said, "I was in the wrong. I pushed too hard. Letting you bite me is only fair."
"Y-you… you really are a pervert!"
Hand over her mouth, cheeks burning, she could only curse under her breath; the courage from a moment ago to bite him had evaporated. He was rather gentle… at least he knew how to comfort her…
With that thought, she found herself less resistant to his embrace. A strange feeling rushed in—flustering her, yet making her shy. She lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes.
Seizing the moment, Hayashi Maki leaned in again—this time without pinning her hands. He moved closer, gaze set, intent on kissing her once more.
Mafuyu's body gave a little shiver as he shamelessly approached. She clenched her fists, but when her small hand pressed to his chest, there was no strength in it. And he didn't give her time to reconsider.
He kissed her again.
Their lips fit together closely.
"Mm… mmm—"
Ugh, why was he kissing her again?
Blushing, Mafuyu didn't know what to do with her two pale hands.
"Easy—hold my neck, Kirisu-sensei. I like you."
He took the chance to confess, voicing his feelings.
Without thinking, Mafuyu did as he asked, arms tightening around his neck. Eyes shut, her body trembled under his embrace.
She knew it was wrong. She ought to hate this. He was shameless, indecent—
and a flirt!
Yet it was as if he had some kind of magic; his kisses turned her to mush. Maybe because this wasn't the first time… was she actually getting used to it?
No—how could she get used to this? She hadn't even dated before!
Why was this shameless, indecent brat treating her like this?
Feeling wronged, her body still went soft; she simply couldn't muster the strength to push him away—only shyly accept his "guidance." Gradually, embarrassingly, she grew more practiced at it.
…
After a long while, Hayashi Maki reluctantly released her cherry lips. Seeing her panting, cheeks flushed and alluring, he couldn't help a pleased smile.
"Looks like you don't hate me that much, Kirisu-sensei."
"Mm… you… hmph!"
Not knowing how to answer, Mafuyu turned her head as if to ignore him—but the small hand that had slipped from his neck still clutched nervously at his shirtfront.
Hayashi Maki's breath caught. Staring at her slightly swollen lips, he swallowed.
Leaning to her ear, he asked with a hopeful murmur, "Kirisu-sensei… can I go a little further?"
"Mm… no! You should go!"
She shot him a shy, angry glare and quickly looked away—the heat in his eyes somehow made her feel bashful.
"Alright—then next time." He sighed, stroked her hair, and dropped a light kiss on her pretty cheek. Only then did he release her waist and stand to leave.
He was almost to the door when Mafuyu snapped to. "Eh… y-you're leaving?"
Once he let her go, a strange emptiness rose in her chest—an unexpected pang that made her feel oddly down.
"Yeah. Mahiru's still waiting for me. And you are kicking me out—I don't have a reason to stay."
He said it deadpan and disappeared down the hall.
Mafuyu puffed out her cheeks, grabbed a pillow, and hurled it. "You shameless brat—don't come back! Pervert! Flirt! Scumbag!"
But hearing him mention Mahiru made her chest twist with sudden sadness; her eyes dampened again. Hugging her knees at the head of the bed, she looked utterly dejected—like a woman abandoned by a cad and heartbroken.
While she sat there, crushed, the door pushed open—the scoundrel walked back in.
Mafuyu's eyes went wide. "Weren't you leaving? Why are you back?"
He came close, slipped an arm around her waist, and lifted her into his lap. After a quick kiss to her rosy lips, he explained, "I just went to return the delivery uniform to the courier. No rush going home—I told you, Mahiru knows what I'm doing."
Mafuyu stared at him, half disbelieving. "You went to return the outfit? So… you weren't suddenly moonlighting as a delivery guy?"
"Nope. I did it on purpose. I found out where you lived, asked the courier who had your order to give me a chance—then I came over."
"Y-you… shameless! Rogue! Sleazy schemer!"
Flustered and angry, she pushed at him. She'd thought he was actually doing deliveries—turns out he'd just made up an excuse to show up at her door. How hateful could one person be?
Seeing her simmer with shame and fury, Hayashi Maki caught her little fist, pulled her back down with him, and kissed her again.
Some things are better left unsaid.
There's a saying, isn't there? If you can't resist, then enjoy it.
Girls are emotional creatures—especially someone like Mafuyu Kirisu, a woman who hadn't dated in years. Hayashi Maki had made his feelings abundantly clear—going to such lengths just to hold and kiss her. How could she still refuse?
Having acknowledged his feelings, she all but half-yielded, half-accepted… and continued "studying" with him.