The school was empty.
Keita's footsteps echoed through the hallway, each one pounding in his chest like a second heartbeat. Stop, he told himself. Turn back.
But the voice of desire was louder.
When he reached the door to the staff room, it was slightly ajar. He knocked gently.
From inside, her voice—calm, but laced with something dangerous:
"Close the door."
He stepped in. The room was dark, the blinds drawn. Only a small desk lamp lit the far corner, where she stood, leaning against the edge of the table.
Her blazer was gone.
The white shirt clung softly to her form, and her glasses rested on the desk.
"You came… You really came," she said. Her voice wasn't that of a teacher. It was a woman's. One who had fought desire—
And lost.
Keita moved closer. He could smell her perfume—familiar and maddening.
"Sensei… if someone finds us—"
She gave a faint smile, then took his hand.
"Then we'll be quiet."
And in the next moment, their lips met.
No hesitation. No shame.
As if the entire day had only been a prelude to this one stolen, secret, forbidden moment.
She leaned back onto her desk, eyes locked on his.
"Today… I'm not giving you a grade," she whispered. "Only a memory. One you'll never forget."
And time stopped for the two of them.
The school—once full of rules and lines not to be crossed—had become the stage for something dangerous.
And unstoppable.
Next chapter on 15/05, at 23:23(UTC+2 or France time). Be ready. <3