Chapter 1
以下は、原文の持つ官能的で大人の雰囲気を活かしつつ、主人公（教授）の落ち着いた視点と平野美千との心理戦を丁寧に描いた英語訳です。
Michi Hirano, stranded during a trip due to a flight delay, decided to attend a university lecture. Since an old male acquaintance of hers was teaching the class, he unexpectedly found himself face-to-face with her all grown up after many years. Passionate by nature, the two celebrated their reunion in his research office and indulged in a romantic affair.
Today's lecture was on aircraft maintenance.
In the lecture hall, several unfamiliar faces caught my eye. Seated right next to me was a woman wearing what appeared to be a cabin attendant's uniform. She had a strikingly slender figure and long, impressive black hair. While flight attendants seen on board often share a similar level of poise, a beauty as sharp and clear as hers was rare.
I felt as though her dark eyes were fixed on me.
"Excuse me, but do you have a question?"
Those dark eyes were indeed looking my way. It seemed my impression hadn't been a trick of the mind after all.
"No, I was just hesitating because I was about to say something rather strange."
"What kind of thing?"
She made no effort to hide her genuine curiosity. I couldn't help but wonder why a flight attendant would be asking questions in a place like this, but I was simply too intrigued to let it go.
"You rarely get the opportunity to attend a university lecture, I imagine. What made you suddenly decide to sit in on one?"
"As someone on the passenger side, I thought I'd like to learn a bit about aircraft maintenance. Though, doing so on a whim left me... well, a little let down by my own expectations."
The students around us cast quick, covert glances in her direction. To them, being a cabin attendant was a dream profession. The effortless grace of her movements was more than enough to spark their hopes of one day becoming like her.
"Expectations? I see. What were you expecting, exactly?"
"When I thought of university lectures, I imagined something far more tedious. But your lecture wasn't boring at all, Professor. An hour and a half went by much faster than I thought it would."
It was clear she was fully aware of her charm as a woman. I offered her as refined a smile as I could muster. Having served as a professor for many years, I was well-accustomed to exchanges of this nature. The next thing out of her mouth would likely be a question regarding the lecture content, and answering it was my job.
"Thank you. I'm glad to hear it held your interest. If there's anything you didn't understand or would like to know more about, please feel free to ask."
"Well then... your talk was so interesting that I'd love to hear more."
"Shall we go over your questions here, then?"
She stood up. She was taller than I had anticipated, her gaze looking down on me from just above my own eye level.
"I have a flight to catch soon, so I'll take my leave for today. Let's save the questions for another time."
She began to walk away, her demeanor hinting at a faint touch of regret. Perhaps she had only attended the lecture to kill time while stranded by her flight's delay. It would have been easy enough to chase after her, but I chose to simply watch her leave.
"Until next time, Professor."
Looking back over her shoulder, she wore a smile of quiet satisfaction at those few short words.
When I returned to my research office, an envelope was sitting on my desk.
The sender's name was Michi Hirano. It wasn't the name of a flight attendant I knew, but it undoubtedly belonged to her. Unsealing it, I found an invitation inside—an invitation to an evening reception hosted near the university, set for two days from now.
"Hmm. I wonder what she's up to."
The reception was an event hosted by the university itself, and as a professor here, I knew full well what its purpose was. However, I hadn't expected to cross paths with her there. If she was going to show up with this invitation in hand, my anticipation would only double. When she said she wanted to ask more questions, she surely didn't mean just about the lecture. There was likely a healthy dose of curiosity about me, too.
"Not knowing her true motive is what makes this interesting."
I checked the acceptance box on the invitation and slipped it back into the envelope. What intention lay behind her sending this? I wouldn't know until we met and spoke, but at this stage, the sense of anticipation was endless. Besides, she was a captivating woman. I couldn't wait to see what kind of attire she would wear to the event.
The university-hosted reception was bustling. The grand hotel hall was filled to capacity with invited guests, most of whom were university faculty and staff. Since students had also been invited, some of those who had attended my lecture were likely in the crowd as well.
She was bound to be waiting somewhere. Following the collective gaze of several students, I easily spotted her.
"If you don't mind, would you like to have a drink together?"
Holding a glass in her hand, she approached me. Clad in a black dress, she was even more breathtaking than I had imagined—a slender design that accentuated her long legs. The neckline was modest, yet that very restraint served to highlight her allure. She radiated an aloof, inaccessible air that only stoked my curiosity further.
I took a spot right beside her. Her fragrance gently brushed against my senses.
"That sounds wonderful. Though, I must admit I'm not much of a heavy drinker."
"I see. Shall we go with soft drinks then?"
She pointed toward a nearby table lined with non-alcoholic beverages. I picked out her favorite and handed it to her.
"Thank you."
She brought the glass to her lips. Even the act of drinking was elegant. Her eyes locked onto mine.
"Do you always attend evening receptions like this, Professor?"
"No, almost never. I only came today thinking I might run into you."
"Me?"
Her eyes widened in apparent surprise. Was that reaction genuine? No—she was a woman who knew her own beauty. Even if the reaction wasn't entirely staged, I doubted it was completely candid either.
"You did mention wanting to ask more questions. Besides, I thought meeting at a gathering like this sounded rather enjoyable."
"You really are quite an intriguing person, Professor. Entirely different from other academics."
"Do you think all university professors are uninteresting?"
"Not necessarily, but you carry a completely different atmosphere. How should I put it... a sort of mature sex appeal?"
She let out a shy, soft smile—a look that almost felt like an invitation. She was observing me closely. Did she genuinely want to get to know me, or was she simply intrigued by me? Either way, she was trying to wrap me around her finger.
"Professor, have you ever dated a flight attendant before?"
The sudden question was proof enough of her interest. She wanted to know how I viewed her. I looked straight into her eyes.
"Never. What about you? Have you ever dated a university professor?"
"I haven't either. But with you, Professor, I feel like we could have a very enjoyable relationship."
She offered a provocative smile, testing my limits. I reached out and took her hand. Her fingers were slender and cool to the touch.
"You're quite bold, aren't you? But I can be far bolder."
I slid my arm around her waist. She seemed slightly taken aback for a split second, but a smile quickly returned to her lips. Her body felt soft and warm against me. Leaning in, she rested her face close to my chest.
"Professor... wouldn't you like to do something a little bolder? Though it's a bit too public here."
She whispered right by my ear, her warm breath tickling my skin. Taking her by the hand, I began to walk, and she followed without a word.
We slipped out of the venue away from watchful eyes, traversed the hotel corridor, and stepped into the elevator. As it ascended, I could feel a slight tremor in her hand. She, too, was brimming with excitement.
"Professor, where are we going?"
"To my research office. No one will disturb us there."
The elevator came to a halt, and the doors slid open. Leading her by the hand, I headed straight for my office. Unlocking the door, we stepped inside.
She looked around the quiet, still room.
"Professor... here?"
She looked up at me with a touch of nervousness. I placed my hand gently on her shoulder, feeling the tension in her posture.
Leaning down, I whispered into her ear:
"If it's what you desire... anywhere is fine with me."
She turned and gazed at me; her eyes were glistening with desire. I pressed my lips against hers—soft and warm. She immediately slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it; it was sweet and smooth. Her body pressed tight against mine. I embraced her waist; it was slender and supple.
"Professor... more."
She whispered into my ear. I lifted her up—she was light—and set her onto the desk. She looked up at me and smiled. I hiked up the hem of her dress, revealing her legs—long and beautiful. I stroked them; her skin was smooth and warm. She laughed aloud.
"Professor, that feels so good."
I buried my face between her legs. A sweet scent wafted from her underwear. I shifted the fabric aside, revealing her intimate parts; they were wet and inviting. I traced my tongue over her, and she cried out. She was sweet and warm there. I kept licking her, and her reactions grew more intense. Her body trembled as she clutched my head, her fingers running through my hair.
"Professor... I can't take it anymore."
As she said this, she arched her back. Her juices overflowed, and I drank them up. She was breathless. I looked at her face; it was flushed and looked blissful. I held her close—her body warm and soft.
"Thank you, Professor."
She wrapped her arms around my neck. I stroked her hair; it was silky and smelled lovely. I whispered into her ear:
"You should give me some pleasure, too."
She smiled and nodded. She pushed me down and took off my trousers, exposing my crotch. She gazed at it, her eyes shining. She reached out and touched me; her hand was gentle and felt wonderful. She took me into her mouth; it was warm and wet. Her tongue licked along the length of me. I stroked her head, her hair slipping between my fingers. She kept sucking. I felt the tension building as she worked inside her mouth. I held her head close. She took me deep into her throat. I released my seed into her mouth, and she swallowed it all. She pulled away; her lips were stained with my fluids. I wiped her face clean. She smiled up at me.
"It was delicious, Professor."
She said this and kissed me on the lips. I tasted her lips; they held the flavor of my seed. I embraced her; our bodies fit together perfectly. We yearned for one another, and the laboratory was filled with our passion.
We lay naked in each other's arms. Her skin felt warm against mine. Her hair spread softly across my chest. Her breathing sounded sweet close to my ear.
"Professor, you are truly wonderful."
She said this as she buried her face against my chest. Her voice trembled slightly; she was likely still flushed with excitement. I stroked her back; it was smooth and damp with sweat.
"You’re wonderful too, Michi-san."
I spoke her name. She lifted her face to look at me; her eyes were glistening and filled with affection. Smiling, she kissed my lips—a deep, passionate kiss. I held her waist; it was slender and supple. I pulled her body close, and her breasts pressed against mine—small and soft. I caressed her breasts. She let out a cry and dug her fingernails into my back; the sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure. I pinched her nipples; they were hard and sensitive. She swayed her hips, rubbing herself against my groin. I slid my fingers into her; she was hot and wet. I swirled my fingers inside her. Her movements grew more intense as she called my name.
"Professor... more, give me more."
Her voice was sweet and filled with longing. I pleasured her intensely. Her body shuddered as she reached her climax, and her juices overflowed. I tasted the fluid from my fingers; it was sweet and salty. Panting, she looked at me with eyes full of satisfaction and happiness. I kissed her cheek. She smiled and placed her hand against my cheek.
"Professor, I’m so happy when I’m with you."
Saying this, she nestled into my arms. I held her head in my arms; it was small and warm. I buried my face in her hair, which smelled wonderful and felt comforting. We stayed like that, embracing for a while. Outside the laboratory, the night deepened. Oblivious to the passage of time, we simply felt the warmth of each other's bodies.
Eventually, she moved. She slipped out of my arms and stood up. Her naked body, bathed in moonlight, was beautiful. She reached out a hand to me; I took it and rose to my feet. She wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me, her eyes holding a look that was both challenging and seductive. She whispered into my ear:
"Professor... do it to me again."
I smiled and nodded at her words. I lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around my neck and slid her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue while pressing myself against her intimate depths. She moved her hips to welcome me inside; she was tight and hot. I thrust into her. She cried out and dug her fingernails into my back. I continued to thrust vigorously; her body arched and shuddered as she reached climax again and again. Finally, I, too, reached my peak deep within her. We clung to each other, leaning against the wall, drenched in sweat and the fluids of our passion. Yet, we were happy. We looked at each other and smiled, then kissed once more. We spent the long night together. By the time the sun rose, we had fallen asleep, exhausted. On the laboratory desk, her invitation remained—a testament to the passion we had shared.
