Can I Still Be Your Heroine Even Though I'm Your Teacher?-Chapter 5Volume 1 .3 - First, Try Opening Up Your Heart
First, Try Opening Up Your Heart 3
“It’s just inappropriate, that’s what!”
Unable to face her, I turn my back, pressing myself against the wall.
“What’s inappropriate about it?”
“The way you’re not dressed!”
I didn’t notice her approaching, drowned out by the sound of the shower.
“——Even though I’m not naked?”
Her whisper right behind my ear feels like a sweet temptation.
I involuntarily swallow hard.
A shiver runs down my spine as if electricity is coursing through it.
My rational restraint felt like it was about to break at any moment.
In that moment of silence, mixed with anticipation and confusion, she seemed to take it as a ‘Yes’.
“I want you to get better, so this is special just for you.”
“Tenjō-san, stop!”
I turn around abruptly to stop her.
“Ta-daa!”
Then she energetically removed the bath towel she was wearing.
“…A swimsuit?”
Underneath wasn’t a completely bare figure──but a swimsuit.
Tenjō-san was wearing a competitive swimsuit.
I recognized the design of the swimsuit. It was the one hanging in the bathroom during the G incident.
Regaining my composure, I ended up looking at it properly.
The straps over the shoulders should have been visible over the bath towel on closer inspection, but I was in a hurry and didn’t notice them.
“If I’m going to get wet, a swimsuit is the only choice, right?”
“That’s not good!”
The visual impact was so strong it felt like it could blow away my fever.
She seemed to have chosen it purely for the purpose of helping me.
Still, the assertiveness of Reiyu Tenjō knew no bounds.
“Don’t raise your voice too much, you’re still not well.”
“It’s because someone’s wearing something too stimulating.”
“A swimsuit is just a swimsuit. It’s not naked, so it’s safe.”
The swim team advisor confidently and unreservedly displayed her beautiful swimsuit figure.
Accustomed to wearing it regularly and confident in her physique, she seemed to have little embarrassment about this appearance.
But for a high school boy, a swimsuit appearance was almost the same as being naked.
Moreover, the competitive swimsuit that was designed for functionality fits snugly and highlights her body’s contours.
The steamy heat of the bathroom reddened her cheeks, the sweat glistening on her chest cascading down her cleavage, and her high-cut legs were exposed.
Her entire appearance was too sexy, and I didn’t know where to look.
But my eyes were involuntarily drawn to her.
I knew she had a good figure even under her clothes, but I never imagined it to be this much.
I am left speechless as I stare at her.
The sound of the shower was the only thing echoing in the bathroom.
“Yuunagi-kun, you’re staring too much.”
“!? S-Sorry.”
I turn my face away, remembering that I am completely naked.
Then, due to a physiological reaction, I realized that a certain part of my body was in an emergency situation.
In a panic, I sit on the bath chair and curl up.
Tenjō-san says, “Then I’ll wash you like that. Shall we start with shampoo?” and begins to help.
I realize that she won’t leave until she has completed what she came to do.
Lacking the energy to resist, I resign myself and try to stay quiet.
Tenjō-san kneels behind me and starts washing my hair and lathering it up.
The way she massages my scalp honestly feels good.
“Is there anywhere itchy?”
“It’s so nice.”
“Your voice sounds tense.”
“I see.”
“Are you angry? I just want you to feel refreshed.”
“This is a trial for me, you know?”
Heaven and hell seem to have joined forces against me.
This situation is far more difficult than when I was on top of her in bed last night, she, taking advantage of my weakened state, was surprisingly calm and composed.
“I’m honestly having a bit of fun.”
My agitation seems amusing to her; because Tenjō-san’s reflection in the mirror has a mischievous look.
“It’s unfair that you’re the only one enjoying this.”
“You make it sound like I’m bullying you.”
“This feels like a torture for me.”
“Ahaha. Let’s rinse off your head and freshen up.”
Unaware of how I feel, she laughs it off and rinses off the lather with the shower.
I wipe the water off my face and push back my hair, then honestly convey my impression of the current situation.
“Just to let you know, a swimsuit can be even more er*tic than being naked.”
“Yuunagi-kun, are you into swimsuits!?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“You can see swimsuits at the beach or the pool all the time. It would be difficult if you reacted to every single one of them.”
“That’s true, but you’re underestimating men’s reactions a bit too conveniently.”
While talking, Tenjō-san applies body soap to a towel and starts washing my back, extending from my shoulders down to my arms.
Then, at my collarbone, her hand abruptly stops.
“Sorry, but can you wash the front yourself, please?”
“I’d rather you never look at me from the front at all.”
“Why not?”
Her return question revealed her innocence exploding in full force.
“Right now, I absolutely can’t hide the fact that I am a man.”
“Eh?──What!? Even though you have a cold?”
Was she too off guard because I had a cold!?
No wonder she could carelessly come into the bathroom wearing a swimsuit. (TN: Using duck again.)
Was it selfless goodwill or boldness due to ignorance?
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This person has completely forgotten.
No matter if it’s teacher and student──the fact that we are a man and a woman cannot be changed.
“Thanks to Sensei’s visit, I’ve become energized and much better——”
“Really!?”
Before receiving the towel, I grab Tenjō-san’s wrist.
I pull her close and clearly warn her near my face.
“If I weren’t sick, I definitely wouldn’t be able to hold back.”
“W-whoa, you have the eyes of a wild beast.”
“It’s because Sensei is so attractive.”
“I’m older than you, you know?”
“Age doesn’t matter. Just be prepared for when the time comes.”
I convey this just to get back at her.
Finally realizing her carelessness, Tenjō-san’s face turns red.
I think I will never forget the expression on Reiyu Tenjō’s face at this moment.
The once playful Tenjō-san is now tinged with embarrassment, her face showing awareness that there could be something more between a man and a woman ahead.
A confined space, a man and a woman nearly naked, close proximity.
We are just barely holding on.
