
I was aroused. I became aroused. At the young, bare skin of my student, a high school girl. At her innocent smile, without any doubt or cloud. My heart was fluttering. My heart was fluttering. Far beyond my years. However, I still had my reason. I wouldn’t do something foolish like laying a hand on a student. I picked up my smartphone. JK reflexology. That’s it, this would be good enough. I just needed to close my eyes, imagine Sasaki, and feel like I was reliving the experience. But that plan quickly fell apart. The moment the prostitute I had called removed her hood, a familiar face appeared, and at that moment…