Your heart fluttered happily in your chest as you saw her favorite teacher walk through the door of your classroom, your pupils dilated as you looked at him, your gaze catching his in an exchange of glances covered in attraction.

You were no longer a naive and defenseless girl, you knew the evils of this world, shit, you were already in college! Perhaps that's why you realized that your teacher's looks towards you didn't just contain affection, but something beyond that.

It was even more obvious when their fingers brushed against each other, lingering on the warmth of your skin as if he never wanted to have to remove it from there, the touches were calm and gentle, sure, but it was as clear as day that he didn't see you as a student.

"Did you get that part? You're smart... I bet you understood everything," he said, in that slurred, mischievous voice that always seemed on the verge of a whisper in your ear.

Yes, you understood. You understood everything. Except how to continue pretending he was just your teacher.

He paid you too much attention. He patiently explained what others ignored, leaned in too close, spoke too softly—as if everything were a secret just between the two of you. And you found yourself wanting more. Wanting his body pressed against yours. His fingers marking you, not just touching you. It was wrong, but it was real. It was like being trapped between the pages of a forbidden book... and wanting to devour every line with your mouth.

Satoru had never crossed any clear boundaries. He didn't kiss you, he didn't touch you with explicit intention. But his eyes undressed you. And you let him. Damn, you let him.

The class laughed at some inside joke about education policy while you tried to control the heat between your legs. Your thoughts scrambled every time he approached. And he knew. He knew, and he loved it.

"Top of the class once again," he said at the end of class, with a lazy smile. "I'll see you later, for your reward."

That's all. And he left, waving goodbye to the rest of the class as casually as someone announcing lunchtime.