Chapter 126: Sensei's rants

Kirisu sniffled, drowning her sorrows in a sip of beer. "My dignity, my reputation..."

"Kirisu-sensei, chill. It wasn't a full-blown kiss. Well, technically it was, but not the real deal," Seiya attempted to soothe his flustered teacher.

After the café meltdown, Seiya whisked Kirisu off to an izakaya to help her unwind with some drinks.

Initially, Seiya wanted to poke fun at his pink-haired sensei for her embarrassing maid get-up, but the unexpected kiss left Kirisu in tears. Feeling guilty, Seiya let her vent her frustrations. He couldn't fathom why a mere peck on the lips had upset her so much. I mean, he didn't even get to taste anything.

"What do you mean it wasn't legit? It was my first kiss!" Kirisu blurted, cheeks flushed.

Had this been out in public, it would've been a major scandal. Luckily, Seiya had secured a private room, well aware of adults like his aunt Aisu's escapades. Witnessing Kirisu's emotional turmoil, he wasn't taking any risks.

"You mean you've never kissed a guy before?" Seiya raised an eyebrow.

In this world, either men were clueless or Kirisu was just too much for their taste. But considering her strong personality, Seiya was betting on the latter. Even other teachers found it daunting to approach Kirisu because of her serious demeanor.

"Why are you prying? Trying to poke fun at me?" Kirisu shot Seiya a glare, attempting to intimidate him. Yet, Seiya couldn't help but find her incredibly cute.

"Hey, ease up, Kirisu-sensei. No teasing here," Seiya chuckled, wiping the spilled beer off Kirisu's face, which only deepened her tomato-red blush.

Initially, he'd wanted to tease his teacher a tad, but she was already in the pits after being caught in that mortifying outfit and then kissed by her own student. Pushing further would just be cruel to his poor sensei.

Seiya tenderly brushed Kirisu's cheek, a smirk playing on his lips. "But if my stunning sensei desires something from this charming lad, I'm all in for taking responsibility."

Seiya was expecting another scolding for his playful flirtation but Seiya was surprised when Kirisu blushed and nodded, a hint of cuteness in her gesture.

"Make sure you do," Kirisu murmured softly.

Seiya's eyes widened, caught off guard by the unexpected cuteness radiating from the usually composed Kirisu. Knowing she was a bit tipsy, Seiya took everything with a grain of salt. Yet, there was a sincerity in her confession; after all, people tend to reveal their true selves when under the influence.

Undeterred, Seiya patiently listened as Kirisu poured out her frustrations, indulging in as much alcohol as her heart desired.

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Seiya sighed, hoisting Kirisu onto his back as they headed towards her apartment. "Why are adults around me so darn childish?" he muttered, navigating the streets with a half-drunk Kirisu in tow.

Despite her usual reservation, Kirisu had knocked back more beer than ever before, leaving her completely out of commission. Instead of summoning her family or some help, Seiya opted to shoulder the responsibility himself. Leaving a drunk girl alone wasn't an option, especially not in his books.

Kirisu's relaxation stemmed from Seiya's presence, which compelled him to honor her decision, even if it meant lugging her all the way home. He trod carefully, maneuvering through the streets, navigating the challenges of a tipsy companion on his back.

"Well, I also get to experience some of her assets." Seiya smirked as he 'innocently' rubbed Kirisu's ass. Her two perfectly crafted melons on Seiya's back also added to stimulation, causing Seiya's spear to rose.

Upon stepping into Kirisu's apartment, Seiya was greeted by a sight straight out of a landfill.

"This little…" His eyes twitched, surveying the room that had devolved into a miniature garbage dump. It hadn't even been a month, and her place was already resembling a chaotic mess. How on earth could someone live like this?

Navigating through the chaos, Seiya managed to maneuver his way to Kirisu's bed, gently laying her down.

"She's a real piece of work…" He wiped some sweat from his forehead, taking in the disheveled state of his usually composed teacher.

Mafuyu Kirisu, the embodiment of an ice queen, an advocate of pursuing talent over emotions, now lay passed out, hair askew and clothes disheveled. It was a stark contrast to her usual poised demeanor.

'Man, she has great legs.' Seiya thought as he glanced at Kirisu's legs. Just like Utaha, Kirisu also wore pantyhose over underwear, which further beautify her already hourglass figure.

With her skirt lifted, Seiya could see her bottom clearly. Feeling a little heated, Seiya's hands automatically reached Kirisu's thighs and started caressing them.

It was Seiya's day off but he spent it on for taking care of his sensei. And so Seiya thought there wasn't anything wrong with taking just a tiny bit of service from Kirisu's body, right? Hence, Seiya's hand, while fondling her thigh, moved upward, on his way to Kirisu's neither region.

However, just then, Seiya's gaze landed on Kirisu's trophy case, where a picture of a young Kirisu and a little boy caught his eye—it was a younger version of himself. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut.

"What am I doing…" His voice trailed off, a wave of shame washing over him. He couldn't believe he was on the brink of taking advantage of someone who had put her trust in him, especially someone who held a special place in his past.

Seiya's mind drifted back to the days when he used to watch Mafuyu Kirisu's ice skating competitions, dragged along by his mother. Yet, amid the cold rinks and competitive atmosphere, he found himself captivated by the grace of Kirisu's movements on the ice. Despite his initial reluctance, he couldn't deny the beauty in the way she danced on the frozen stage.

A single injury had forced Kirisu to abandon her skating dreams, redirecting her path toward teaching. While Seiya might not fully embrace her ideology, he understood the sacrifices she made. Driven by a mix of gratitude and empathy, Seiya covered his passed-out teacher with a blanket and set about cleaning her cluttered room. Dinner was prepared to ensure she woke up to a nourished stomach.

Approaching her sleeping form, Seiya couldn't help but express his affection.

"Sleep well, my cute, clumsy sensei." Seiya smiled and kissed her forehead, "Don't worry; I'll help you pursue your dreams too." With the conviction to heal her in the near future, Seiya left the house, unaware of the hidden spectator in the room.

She remembered everything. From the point when she started getting drunk, when she complained like a child, when she slept like a child on Seiya's back, when Seiya touched her legs and when Seiya kissed her forehead.

Although she wasn't sure why Seiya touched her legs, it could be because he might be trying to adjust her skirt, but she was unsure as to why he kissed her forehead.

 Uncertain about the motives behind these actions, she covered her face with the blanket, muttering, "Indecent! Indecent!"

That night, her heart kept pounding whenever she thought about Seiya.

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As Seiya strolled home, a notification suddenly popped up before him.

[Main mission has been completed.]