Sun signaling that noon had arrived. It was approaching the last class. And lesson was history, the lesson that even all the girls were interested in.

Dazai Osamu was a very attractive and smart teacher, and everyone knew it. His smile that makes young girls hearts race, some jokes make girls giggle.

You sat at your desk and listened to him explain the lesson. It was obvious that his eyes were looking at you for small seconds. The darkness of the black interest in his eyes was quite hot.