Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 0Volume 2 - Takagami Yuzuka - Favorite Moment (Past): When Casting a Curse + V2 Illustration

tln : skip it if you dont wanna be spoiled. mostly R-17 . god please the illust is really killing me :)))

It was around the autumn of my sophomore year in university when Yuzu and I went from acquaintances to close friends.

That day, we found ourselves sharing a table at an izakaya near the university.

It was a joint party. For me, it was a life-first experience. I was part of the so-called “university debut” crowd, having been an inconspicuous presence throughout high school, never bothering much with fashion.

Before the university entrance ceremony, I had my hair styled in a trendy cut at a salon and replaced almost all of my clothes with more stylish ones.

Although I had managed to look somewhat presentable, my innate lack of social skills wasn’t something that could be improved with just desire or admiration.

My earnest nature, combined with this, meant I typically didn’t find myself in glamorous settings.

But, that day was different.

An acquaintance from the same lecture had invited me, saying, “It’s to thank you for lending me your notes all the time.” Looking back, I was just there to make up the numbers, but I remember being genuinely excited on the day.

The gathered members were fellow university students.

Many were people I recognized but hadn’t really talked to, maintaining a certain distance.

The seating arrangement had men and women facing each other.

I was at the edge of the table.

Yuzu was right in the middle of the women’s side.

Being closest to the aisle, I relayed everyone’s orders to the waiter who came by.

While we waited for our drinks, the standard (?) self-introductions began.

We stated our names, faculties, and hobbies, nothing too detailed.

Having no particular hobbies to speak of, I simply stated, “I’m still searching for something that suits me.”

The acquaintance who had invited me exclaimed, “So serious!” I remember that quite well.

“In situations like this, you’re supposed to stretch the truth a bit and say something cool. Oh, by the way, do you guys know him?”

Yuzu raised her hand, saying, “I know, I know. You’re always sitting at the front, taking notes seriously, right? You become really popular around test time.”

The other girls seemed to recognize me similarly.

While that alone made me happy, knowing Yuzu had noticed me made my heart skip a beat.

Yuzu—Takagami Yuzuka—was somewhat of a celebrity.

Beautiful, cheerful, with a great personality… and alluring.

She was out of my league, and I never thought of becoming friends with her, but just having her know me felt incredibly gratifying.

However, that was the last time I stood out that evening.

Those accustomed to parties actively engaged with the girls they were interested in, keeping the atmosphere lively and making everyone laugh.

The women naturally preferred those who could keep the conversation going over someone like me, who could only nod along.

I busied myself with taking drink orders and choosing snacks to ensure no one’s glass was empty.

“Hey, Gin. You’re not drinking anymore?”

“If I have more than one, I’m done for.”

The acquaintance who had invited me, not particularly close, yet familiar enough, called me by my first name.

While it might have been off-putting to some, I appreciated this level of forwardness.

At that time, I struggled to close the distance with others.

Suddenly feeling a gaze, I looked towards the table and found Yuzu watching me.

When our eyes met, she smiled at me.

Not used to female attention, I was incredibly flustered just by that.

—Why is she looking at me? I was puzzled, yet the party went on.

As the evening progressed and everyone became more intoxicated, the conversation grew more unrestrained.

Amidst this, a comment came from the guys’ side.

“Hey, Yuzuka. Who’s place are you crashing at tonight?”

Huh? Yuzu tilted her head, feigning ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb. Who are you feeling like sleeping with tonight?”

The question was pretty direct, but besides me, everyone else, regardless of gender, laughed.

Then, without getting angry, Yuzu pondered with a smile, “Hmm, everyone looks so tasty, it’s hard to choose.”

That was the reason for Yuzu’s popularity. Not only was she a beautiful, bright, and likable woman with an easygoing and sensuous demeanor, but she was also famously “liberal” when it came to sexual matters.

She believed in sleeping with someone before dating was completely fine.

“After all, you can’t know if you’re compatible until you try, right? Guys who refuse to use protection are a no-go, but sleeping with someone who does it responsibly is a form of communication, a really effective one at that. It reveals personality and life experiences.”

Some might find this view repulsive or disdainful, but Yuzu’s candid attitude made it seem acceptable, even reasonable, to many.

Moreover, Yuzu was a social powerhouse.

Curious and adventurous, she made appearances in various clubs, quickly becoming popular among both sexes wherever she went.

And not only men but women were enchanted by her allure.

Yuzu herself said, “By the way, I like girls too. Sleeping with them is totally fine by me,” further intensifying her charm.

Because of this, several clubs she visited ended up disbanding, unfortunately, due to conflicts over her.

Both men and women became infatuated with Yuzu, leading to disputes over who would win her favor.

A catastrophic circle-crusher, Yuzu was known throughout the university as a “disaster girl.” At the same time, she was incredibly popular among the guys as “the girl who might let you sleep with her if you’re lucky.”

Thus, that evening, the inebriated men had high hopes for Yuzu.

Everyone but me eagerly anticipated her next words.

Then Yuzu cheerfully declared, “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m off-limits today. My apologies.”

Groans of disappointment from the guys and laughter from the girls filled the air.

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“Shouldn’t come to a party on days like that…”

The men genuinely seemed regretful.

Meanwhile, I felt somewhat relieved.

Dirty jokes were not my forte. Perhaps it was because I was the least intoxicated, but I had felt uncomfortable with the peculiar atmosphere until now.

Knowing Yuzu wasn’t interested, the men soon shifted their attention to the other girls, but time was running short.

As the last call from the restaurant approached, the party concluded.

However, Yuzu and my night didn’t end there.

After collecting money from everyone to pay the bill, Yuzu tugged at the hem of my shirt, saying, “Hey, hey, Hashima-kun, sorry to bother you, but could you walk me home?”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Everyone else is drunk, but you’re not, right? It’s close by, please?”

And so, after parting ways with the others, Yuzu and I walked through the night.

Along the way, Yuzu, sensing my nervousness, kept the conversation going.

“Thanks for today. You were looking out for everyone, weren’t you, Hashima-kun?”

“No, that’s just because… I happened to be sitting by the aisle.”

“But still, it’s not something just anyone would do. Thanks to you, I think everyone had a good time eating and drinking. Oh, and the potato chips you ordered were super tasty!”

With a bright voice, she continuously praised the good in others.

—That’s why Takagami-san is so popular, I thought to myself.

“Do your friends call you ‘Gin’?”

“People I’ve known for a long time tend to call me that.”

“It’s a nice name, very easy to call. Can I call you ‘Gin’ too?”

Without hesitation, Yuzu bridged the gap between us.

There was no reason to refuse. Being called by my name by someone so popular felt strangely satisfying.

“Gin, have you been staring at my chest?”

“...Sorry.”

Yuzu had her shoulder bag slung across her chest, accentuating it and inevitably drawing my gaze.

They seemed perfectly sized and well-shaped. My eyes were naturally drawn to them.

“Ha, it’s okay. I’m also to blame for carrying my bag this way. This is called a ‘breast bag’ pose, right? A female friend warned me it’s too cunning, but if I don’t carry it like this, my bag always ends up somewhere else. It’s so annoying.”

Despite the risky topic, Yuzu’s way of speaking didn’t make it uncomfortable.

I was impressed internally.

“Ah, this is my place,” Yuzu pointed to a single-room apartment designed for students.

“I live alone.”

“I see… Well, then, I’ll head back.”

“Wait.”

Yuzu quickly moved in front of me, closing the distance. Being shorter than me, she naturally looked up, mischievously, happily smiling.

“Come on in for a bit... please?”

Her eyes, slightly drunk, were moist, her cheeks flushed, making her appear all the more alluring.

“Come on, let’s go.”

Before I could respond, Yuzu pushed me from behind into her room.

Once inside, Yuzu casually tossed her bag aside and proceeded into the apartment.

...I quietly muttered, “Excuse me,” and followed her.

Entering a woman’s room was a first for me.

Yuzu sat on the single bed placed against the wall and smiled at me.

I stood awkwardly until she patted the space next to her, inviting me to sit down.

“Sorry for inviting you so suddenly... Just to confirm, you know about the rumors about me, right?”

“...I do.”

“That makes things easier. I’d like it to be you tonight, if that’s okay?”

“But, you said today was a ‘no go’ day, didn’t you?”

Yuzu chuckled softly, caressing my cheek with a look full of allure.

“You see, girls... are creatures skilled at telling lies.”

With that, she gently pressed her thin, shapely lips against mine.

She immediately extended her tongue, coaxing my lips apart.

Startled, I instinctively pulled away.

“Sorry. It’s my first time...”

“I knew. You seemed like it... But, you want to do it with me, don’t you?”

Yuzu, who saw through everything, slipped her arms into her clothes, dexterously removing her underwear and pulling it out from beneath.

She tossed a cute, pink, lace-adorned pair of underwear onto the bed, then provocatively pushed her chest forward.

The chest I had been curious about while walking was now boldly presented to me, causing me to blush.

“If you don’t hurt me, you can touch. Want to try finding my sensitive spots?”

Though nervous, my hands didn’t tremble. When I lightly pressed, I could feel her resilience even through her clothes. It was a curious sensation. This was my first time touching, but I felt like I could never tire of this feeling.

“Close. You’re slightly off... Ah.”

I moved my fingers, finding a firm spot. Yuzu let out a relaxed sigh.

“There. Correct. Hehe.”

I then eagerly explored her chest with my fingers, stroking, gently squeezing, and occasionally pinching the discovered nub, playing with it…

Throughout, Yuzu watched me with a gentle gaze, never losing her composed smile.

Yet, occasionally, she would let out a soft “Hmm...” and slightly furrow her brows in a fleeting expression of agony.

That was my first encounter with excitement.

I realized then, it might have been a feeling of conquest.

As I kissed her while caressing her chest, Yuzu moaned sensuously.

We wrapped our arms around each other, pressing our bodies close. I discovered how comforting it was to have the skin of the opposite sex so close.

Despite being inexperienced, we shared a passionate, tongue-entwined kiss.

When we paused for breath, Yuzu looked at me with feverish eyes and, while stroking my head, said:

“Hey, Gin… I love being someone’s first. It’s my favorite. Because it’s so cute. But, it wouldn’t be fair to go any further without making sure.”

Yuzu continued.

“Boys never forget their first girl. It’s an honor for a girl, but for a boy, it can be a curse if not careful—that’s what I think.”

For the first time, Yuzu looked uncertain.

In a whisper, she asked, “...Is it okay with me?”

Between the lines, I sensed, “Even though I’m not a ‘good’ girl, is that fine?”

But my response was swift, almost immediate.

“It’s too late to back out now... Besides, isn’t that unfair to ask now?”

Yuzu brightened with an “Ehe!” and laughed.

“Right! Sorry about that!”

She leaned in for another kiss.

Just like the first, her tongue sought entrance, which I silently accepted.

After a while, we exchanged kisses, our lips sucking on each other’s.

With a sound of separation, leaving a string of saliva, Yuzu faced me, appearing ecstatic, and said:

“Thank you for choosing me... Look forward to it. I’ll make you feel really, really good.”

* * *

Back then, Yuzu was known for her bold actions and words, but she lived up to expectations.

As she promised, Yuzu etched a pleasure beyond my imagination into me.

She taught me the joy of connecting with a woman.

I doubt I will ever forget that night for as long as I live.

…Yuzu and I officially became a couple a bit later.

Even after we broke up towards the end of our university life, our connection remained unbroken.

Despite separating due to various circumstances, we could still say “it was a good romance” to each other, indicating we had a healthy relationship.

That’s probably why.

When we parted, Yuzu suggested with a smile, “If we’re both single around thirty, want to get married?”

Yuzu was popular with everyone, an attractive woman.

It was impossible to imagine her being single in the future.

It might have been a convenient, kind lie to make our breakup easier.

But that was just like Yuzu.

And I didn’t mind it at all.

“Okay. Sure.”

Though I agreed, I didn’t take it seriously, to avoid getting hurt when Yuzu found someone wonderful.

But I continued to reply to her messages, perhaps because, deep down, I still cherished her.