Yuki's eyes darted nervously as he rushed into class, a few minutes late, causing a ripple of whispers among his classmates.
The only seat available was at the front, and although it used to be a punishment, today it felt like a strange privilege as he got to see his one and only forbidden crush---Aiko Tanaka.
Gosh, he could never get tired of seeing that beauty!
In front of him stood Aiko Tanaka, confidently guiding the class through her another lecture on cloud conferencing and cyber security. Her every movement made Yuki's heart skip a beat and he couldn't help but notice the slight slit in her skirt, revealing just enough of her long, toned thighs.
Any shift of her posture would expose her perfectly sculpted legs and ass even more. His mind wandered, distracted by thoughts of what he couldn't see but desperately wanted to.
In the midst of this, Yuki's mind flickered back to the night before. Ayumi had been stunning, her body curved in all the right places, with a sensual confidence that sent waves of desire through him. But now, sitting in class, he found himself torn between these two women. Ayumi's fiery energy contrasted so strongly with Aiko's cool, poised presence.
Who did he want more? It felt like an impossible choice.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed, the ringtone piercing through the silence of the lecture hall. Yuki's face immediately flushed, his heart racing as the class turned their collective gaze toward him. Aiko, standing at the front, gave him an inquisitive look, while his coursemates whispered in hushed tones.
He quickly excused himself, stumbling out of the room, trying to calm his racing pulse.
The moment he stepped into the hallway, he answered the call, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Yuki," Ayumi's voice rang through the speaker, soft and sultry. "Hey, are you free tonight? I'm thinking of coming over to visit since Renji is out of town."
Yuki blinked in confusion, his thoughts scrambling. "Out of town? We have a project next week, and he's in my group."
Ayumi's laugh was low, a teasing sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Well, he just dropped me a message, along with fifty thousand yen, for me to enjoy myself while he's off doing some business talks. He says it's a family matter. And I can make something out of my schedule for you to join me on my yacht for an evening talk, and more sex."
"It's Yumi for you or...." Before Ayumi could finish her sentence, a soft, playful moan escaped her lips, clearly teasing Yuki.
Yuki's eyes widened in horror, quickly looking around the hallway. "Someone could've heard that. I'm in school, not at my dorm," he muttered to himself, heart racing.
He quickly turned off the speaker, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself. He exhaled slowly, shaking his head as he turned the speaker back on.
"Yuki, I'm sorry," Ayumi's voice came through, her tone now more apologetic. "I just wanted to get your reaction. You don't seem like you're in the best mood. I'll call you later, alright?"
Yuki let out a small chuckle, his face still flushed but with a hint of a smile. "No, it's not like that, Yumi. In fact, that moan did turn me on..." He hesitated before quickly adding, "But someone could've heard you. I'm at school, not in my dorm."
She giggled softly on the other end. "Oops, sorry! Guess I got carried away."
Yuki smiled wryly, glancing around to make sure no one was nearby. "Talk to you later when I'm free," he said, shaking his head again before hanging up.
He loved the playful gesture Ayumi usually came up with. Composing himself, he ventured into the classroom some minutes to the end. Aiko standing at the exit, moved away from the door once it opened to see Yuki outside.
"You missed more than half of the class after coming late. Follow me to my office!" Yuki's heart raced as Aiko's words sank in. His mind was spinning. Aiko Tanaka, his forbidden crush, was actually asking him to follow her to her office? Was this real, or had he misheard her?
He blinked rapidly, trying to collect himself. "Uh, right! I'll... I'll be right back."
Aiko gave him a quick, sharp nod, and as she turned, the slight sway of her hips sent a jolt through his chest. His thoughts scrambled as he quickly made his way to the back of the classroom, grabbing the books from the shelf and reaching for her bag with hands that suddenly felt clammy.
What was going on? Was this some sort of test? Maybe she was mad about his tardiness, but surely there was more to it.
He returned to her side, holding her things, his pulse quickening at the thought of being alone with her. He handed her the bag, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. The touch was electrifying, and he couldn't stop his heart from racing even more.
Aiko's eyes flicked down at the bag, then up to meet his gaze. "Let's go," she said, her voice firm yet soft, leaving no room for hesitation.
Yuki followed her down the hallway, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she led the way. His mind was a chaotic mix of excitement and nervousness. Was this really happening? Was she interested in him? No, it couldn't be—she was a professor, and he was just a student. There had to be a professional reason for this.
They arrived at her office, and Aiko opened the door, stepping aside to let him in. The office smelled faintly of lavender and something crisp, the scent calming him despite his racing thoughts. He set the bag down on her desk, and she turned to face him, her expression unreadable.
"Have a seat," she said, gesturing to the chair opposite her desk.
Yuki hesitated, his mind spinning. Was he supposed to just sit down like it was any other meeting? Or was this... something more? He sat down slowly, trying to maintain his composure.
Aiko placed the books on the desk and sat in the chair next to him, her closeness making his heart thump in his chest. "Yuki, how do you rate me?"
He swallowed hard, gazing from her head to her toe. He had just noticed the new set of dangling ears on her ears covered by her wavy blue hair. His gaze trailed from her face down to her cleavage, momentarily squinting to see if her V neck collar would just strip off for him.
"Yuki Mori! Stop checking your teacher out!" It was more of a command than any sultry voice his mind would have played to him. "What I meant is that, how do you rate my teaching?"
"10/10" Yuki responded slightly embarrassed that she had been aware of his actions. "Miss Tanaka, is there anything I did wrong?"
"You did a lot of things wrong! Since I became the substitute teacher, you've lost absoluofocus on class. When I turn around, you either gaze through the window or you are stuck sketching. That reminds me, let me have that sketch book of yours."
It was a curse come true. Yuki's heart slammed against his ribcage as Aiko's words hit him like a bucket of cold water. His stomach twisted in knots. She knew. Somehow, she must have known about his sketches—about the drawings and the notes. His mind raced, scrambling to find a way out.
"I... I—" His voice faltered as he tried to find words, but none seemed right. The truth was, his sketchbook was a private collection of his most secret, intense thoughts. He had filled page after page with images of her—her curves, her smile, the way she moved. But worse than that were the scribbled fantasies, the things he could never say out loud. He couldn't let her see it. He couldn't.
He looked down at the sketchbook, his fingers tightening around it, as though to protect it. His pulse throbbed in his ears, and he felt a cold sweat break out along his neck.
"I—uh, I didn't bring it with me today," he lied, his voice shaking slightly. "I left it... at home."
"Would you give me the sketchbook or I report you to the principal for always been distracted?"