Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 2Volume 1 .7 - Things I Dislike: Cheating, Thieving Cats

After leaving the bar, Kurei-san was still a bit unsteady on her feet.

She held onto my arm for support as we walked to the taxi stand and got into the car together.

“Is that lady okay? I’d prefer not to take drunk passengers alone…”

Though it was a detour, we decided to head near Kurei-san’s place first to drop her off.

By the time we arrived, most of her drunkenness had worn off, and she was walking at a steady pace. She seemed fine. She also paid her fare diligently.

“...Sorry. I can head over now, but did you fall asleep?”

I didn’t have a key, so if Kirihara was asleep, I’d have no choice but to go home.

However, her response came back quickly.

“Waiting,” it said.

I informed the taxi of the new destination, spending the rest of the ride in restless anticipation.

I got dropped off in front of the coin locker where I’d stored my disguise gear. After collecting it, I headed to Kirihara’s place without changing.

It was past 1 a.m., and the streets were almost empty. I figured it was fine by then.

I messaged “I’m here” in front of the entrance, and the door was unlocked almost immediately.

“...Thanks for your hard work. It’s late, huh?”

Kirihara looked sleepy, rubbing her eyes in her usual camisole and shorts.

“Sorry, got held up with a few things.”

“Really? ...And you didn’t even disguise yourself. Come in quickly.”

Once inside, Kirihara took my bag.

“You’re taking a shower, right?”

“Ah... I’d appreciate it if I could.”

“Sure. ...Hm?”

Kirihara sniffed.

“Hmm?”

She grabbed my arm, bringing her face closer.

“...I smell perfume.”

Ah, I immediately realized the cause.

“Right. Well, actually...”

“Who? Who were you with?”

Kirihara cut me off, squeezing my hand tightly.

“Who did you get close to?”

“Kurei-san, but...”

Despite there being no wrongdoing, I felt pressured and gave a weak response.

“...I see, Kurei-sensei.”

Kirihara suddenly looked sullen.

“Hmm, so Kurei-sensei.”

Her mood noticeably soured, quite blatantly.

“Did you hit on her? Or did she hit on you?”

“No, it wasn’t like that. Just got invited for another drink, stopped by one place.”

“Close enough for her scent to transfer?”

“Kurei-san drank a bit too much. She was staggering, so I just supported her to prevent her from falling...”

“Hmm.”

Her displeasure didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened.

“What’s the deal?”

I, too, was annoyed by the sudden confrontation.

“…Sorry. I suppose it’s unfair from your perspective.”

Kirihara, still holding my hand, looked down and started mumbling.

“I know. It’s all because I insisted on keeping you close. I have no right to monopolize. I understand that, logically.”

“But,” Kirihara looked up.

“I was extremely annoyed.”

In that instant, she pulled me with a surprising strength.

Though not as much as Kurei-san, I was a bit tipsy too. To keep from falling, I staggered after Kirihara, who dragged me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed.

Kirihara, now on top of me, began to violently unbutton my shirt.

“Wait, Kirihara.”

“Take it off.”

“Calm down.”

“Take it off!”

Before I knew it, my upper body was exposed, and my pants were thrown across the floor.

Straddling me, Kirihara removed her camisole and bra, tossing them far away.

In the dimly lit room, the beautiful lines of her body came into view.

“I’m also to blame, but so are you and Kurei-sensei. You stepped on my landmine.”

Though I didn’t quite understand, it was clear Kirihara was genuinely angry.

She collapsed onto me, pressing her body firmly against mine.

Our chests met, a soft sensation trapped between us.

“...I was waiting. Got out of the bath, put on body cream, and even wore perfume.”

Her moist skin rubbed against mine, like an animal marking its territory.

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It wasn’t a gesture of affection but of defending her turf, erasing Kurei-san’s trace.

She picked up my left hand, lying on the bed, and gripped it tightly. The other hand wrapped around my back did the same. Both were a bit painful. This wasn’t a comforting embrace but a restraining confinement.

It was clear; this was the first time Kirihara had shown such attachment to me.

Until now, Kirihara had always maintained a distance, teasing me. But now, she was desperately making her presence painfully known.

It was unexpected.

I thought she’d be content with anyone who pampered her.

I believed she valued the existence, not me personally.

“Kirihara.”

“Be Quiet.”

Sweating in the non-air-conditioned room, Kirihara continued to press her body against mine.

Then, shifting her position towards my face, she demanded.

“Let me kiss you.”

Without waiting for my response, Kirihara stole my lips.

She attacked greedily, causing our teeth to clash.

Such roughness was uncharacteristic for her. Normally, she’d enjoy the sensations delicately. But not now, not Kirihara.

For my part, perhaps because of the alcohol, I began to feel angry.

As Kirihara herself said, there was no reason for her to be angry. I did nothing wrong.

Once that thought took hold, a retaliatory mood set in. So, I decided to fight back.

“Hmm... Nn?”

Still locked lips, I released the hand I was holding and began to run my fingers along Kirihara’s back. There was no significant reaction as I followed the indentation of her spine. Then I explored around the center between her ribs and her back, feeling the firmness of her ribs under my fingers. When I found a spot, Kirihara jerked her body with a small sound. This was it.

“Nhnn...”

No doubt. Gently circling the area with my fingernail, Kirihara made a sound like a fussy baby. Shifting my finger slightly and focusing on the sensitive spot, I teased her. Kirihara tried to focus on the kiss again, but as soon as I poked again, the bed squeaked from her abrupt movement.

“Pah. Wait, sensei, why suddenly... hyan!”

It was the first time I had taken the initiative, probably catching her off guard. But I didn’t care.

While my left hand continued to explore the weak spots on her back, my right hand ventured to her inner thigh. Near the groin, where it dips in, I let my fingers slide. As I explored the crease of her thigh, Kirihara visibly panicked.

“No, Hyan...”