Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 2Volume .1 - Kurei - Personal Flaw: Preaching Habit

Yuzu moved in last Sunday, the day I returned from Kirihara’s house. It’s been a full week since we agreed she could stay, and now I’m standing at the podium ready to start another week.

During the morning homeroom, the students usually look sleepy or reluctant, but undoubtedly, the most dazed face belongs to me.

“Teacher, you look really tired again.”

“…Can you tell?”

As I answer the concerned student in the front row, I reflect on the past week.

First, on Tuesday. After finishing my morning classes and returning to the staff room, I checked my phone to find almost a dozen messages from Yuzu.

I thought it buzzed quite a bit… but seeing the actual number was still surprising.

And the contents were…

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“Sorry! I meant to make you breakfast, but I overslept! You really do get up early.”

“Thanks for lending me the towel and cushion. But sleeping on the floor every day might start to hurt, so can I buy a futon? I’ll take it with me when I move.”

“Looks like there’s a campaign going on, and if I order now, it’ll arrive the day after tomorrow. I know you’re busy, but let me know as soon as possible.”

“What do you want for dinner tonight?”

“And what do you usually do for lunch? Should I start making you something from tomorrow?”

“Hmm… No read receipt. Do you not carry your phone during classes?”

…And so on. Urgent but not urgent, a mix of peculiar messages lined up.

Given the students’ phone use restrictions, I make it a point not to check my screen except during lunch and after school.

With limited time during lunch, I start to reply about the futon, but another message pops in before I finish.

It’s a photo.

Yuzu, half-naked, barely covering her chest with one hand.

I almost spit out my drink, even though I wasn’t drinking anything.

I frantically check that no one is close enough to peek at my screen.

…Thankfully, Kurei-sensei hasn’t returned yet.

Once it’s safe, I delete the message I was typing and send a complaint.

“What’s with that picture?!”

“Oh, good, I’m not blocked~! I suddenly got worried…”

“I wouldn’t block you just because you’re staying over! I don’t check my phone except during lunch and after school!”

“Got it, got it! …Did it cheer you up a bit?”

“A fine.”

“Eek!? It was just a little joke! A prank! Oh, but I’ll only send these to you, Gin.”

“Just don’t ever send them again.”

“Aw. Sending selfies is my hobby. Play along! I’ll wear clothes next time!”

…Indeed, Yuzu used to send her photos quite often.

She likes photos, but she also believes “Sending photos to someone you like makes you want to stay pretty! It’s good for your beauty, both mentally and physically.”

While the effect seems plausible, being involved is troublesome.

…

But knowing Yuzu, she likely won’t listen, so I decide not to mention it again.

During the afternoon classes, I also received frequent live updates on her job hunt.

By the time I was heading home, my phone’s battery was bright red.

…Arriving home, Yuzu greets me with a beaming smile.

“Welcome back~!”

She spreads her arms for a hug, but I walk past her into the house.

“You’re cold. Oh, I did some shopping. The fridge is full now.”

Checking the contents, I find a chaotic mix of groceries neatly packed.

I have no idea what she plans to make. But this is Yuzu’s shopping.

“I just grabbed whatever was cheap. I’ll start cooking right away~”

Unlike me, who plans meals before shopping, Yuzu impulsively buys whatever is cheap or catches her eye. Then, she improvises some mysterious dish.

“Today, I’m thinking of a vegetable-packed, Napoli-style yakisoba~”

It’s a dish I could never conceive, but frustratingly, it’s delicious…

Despite the haphazard presentation, it reminds me of Yuzu’s taste I remembered fondly.

“Do you really not want a packed lunch?”

“I’ll just grab something from the cafetaria…”

“I see. Let me know if you change your mind.”

Truthfully, I’d appreciate her making lunch. But fear of becoming too dependent and considering Kirihara, I try to keep Yuzu out of my daily routines as much as possible.

…

“…?”

While eating the tomato sauce-covered yakisoba, I sense an odd gaze on me.

Yuzu is watching me eat with a smile.

“What?”

“I was just thinking… how happy I am… ehehe.”

“…Even if you expect anything, I can’t offer much.”

“That’s okay! Fufufu.”

That was the story of last Tuesday. From that day on, Yuzu took over preparing dinner, and the weekdays followed a similar pattern.

…And photos were sent daily.

Some in underwear, others without a bra but clothed, all highly inappropriate for education.

I continue to resist by not reacting at all.

Then, on Friday night, I depart to Kirihara’s house, leaving Yuzu for a bit.

I hesitated but decided to hide the disguise kit in my school’s teacher locker so I could head straight to Kirihara’s house after work.

Kirihara welcomed me warmly upon my arrival.

“Welcome back, Gin~!”

The moment I closed the door, I was trapped in a hug followed by a storm of kisses.

Then we cooked dinner and had our relaxing game time… but the problem started here.

While gaming with Kirihara, messages kept coming from Yuzu.

“Who’s that?”

“Just a friend who seems to be in a bit of trouble…”

Yuzu also bombarded me with messages at the start of our relationship.

We hadn’t seen each other in years, so she was probably in that mood… Well, I figured she’d settle down eventually, so I let it be.

Despite these issues, the enjoyable time with Kirihara flew by. By Sunday night, it was time to return home.

Checking the message log on the train, I saw a series of aimless messages, including some provocative photos sent in frustration.

Trying not to look too much, I replied, “Sorry. Been busy. Heading back now.”

Upon my return, Yuzu seemed a bit sulky.

“You’re mean.”

“I can’t be glued to my phone. It’d be rude to the friend who lets me stay over.”

“…Well, I guess so. Seeing Gin’s face reassures me, so it’s fine.”

Even in a bad mood, she quickly cheers up.

…Or so I thought, but the major incident occurred late that night.

After my bath, Yuzu headed to the bathroom. I went to bed early, but woke up in the middle of the night to hear…

“…Mm, Gin… uh… oh… mmmm… ah… Nn!”

…Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What is she doing?

This was a new situation for me, despite our long history together.

What? Is she frustrated?

Yuzu has always been sexually active, turning to me to fulfill her desires several times a night, for several nights in a row… But this is…

She was living with her boyfriend until recently, so she shouldn’t be lacking, right?

Or is it the opposite?