Chapter 1
"Long time no see, Economy Class Professor Nagai. This is First Class, though—what brings you over here?"
"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to give you this."
Rion, a flight attendant, stood up in a flurry of fluster to ask me the question. Taking the small gift I held out to her, she turned back to face me, her expression still fraught with tension.
"...Thank you. Was there anything else you needed?"
"No, not really. You're working, after all, so just this. Well, see you."
"...Yes. See you."
I gave Rion a light nod and took my leave.
It was an interaction that lasted a mere few dozen seconds, but gauging Rion's reaction within that fleeting time was a major harvest.
Afterward, I settled back into my usual seat in economy class. There were still about two hours left in the flight, but I decided to spend the remaining time catching a light nap. My objective had already been fulfilled.
As always, I found myself looking forward to the next flight.
When I awoke, a dimly lit sky stretched across the flickering window. The familiar sights stacking up felt like proof of just how thoroughly accustomed I had become to long years of flying.
Landing at the airport as usual, I stepped off the plane and made my way down the jet bridge. As I lined up for immigration, I glanced behind me, searching for Rion, who should have emerged from the cabin by now, but she was nowhere to be seen. Where could she have gone? I mused, even as the line moved steadily forward.
Passing through immigration, I retrieved my luggage and cleared customs. Stepping outside, I hailed a taxi as I always did. With my departure scheduled for late in the afternoon, I would need to kill some time after dropping my bags at the hotel.
Before that, however, I had a errand to run.
I gave the taxi driver a location different from my usual destination. Nodding right away, the driver set off toward a spot further than where I normally stayed.
Stepping out of the cab, I made my way to the hotel's main entrance and addressed the receptionist.
"Is a Ms. Rion Fujita staying here?"
"...Please wait a moment."
I had asked without the slightest hesitation, but looking somewhat suspicious, the woman disappeared into the back with a faintly perplexed expression.
"Thank you for waiting. It appears Ms. Fujita is currently having a meal in the cafe."
"Excuse me, then."
With that, I turned my back to the receptionist. I was already thoroughly familiar with this hotel, so naturally, I knew exactly where the cafe was located.
Passing through the first-floor lobby led to a semi-open cafe space tucked in the back. Seated against the wall, Rion appeared to be dining alone.
Approaching from behind, I called out over her shoulder.
"What brings you to a place like this?"
"...! Ah, Professor Nagai, how did you—"
"I called your workplace. When I asked about today's flight, I heard your shift schedule led here. I thought I'd take the opportunity to treat you to something."
"No, I'm already finished, so... Thank you, but please don't worry about it."
Rion showed a moment of fluster before me, quickly smothering it as she spoke firmly. She had indeed finished her meal; only tea and a small plate remained on her table.
"If you insist, then at least let's have some tea together. My throat happens to be quite dry."
"...In that case, I'll accept your offer."
At my words, Rion gave a nod, and I took a seat across from her.
"You always work for that airline, don't you?"
"Yes. I mostly handle domestic routes, so I rarely get to run into you like this, Professor..."
"I see. I'm due to retire before long, but you're still quite young. You'll be able to work for a long time to come."
"...I suppose so."
I deliberately closed the distance between us. Rion looked at my face, then lowered her gaze as if rendered speechless. We were currently in a hotel cafe, a place with a fair amount of foot traffic. Rattling Rion in a setting like this presented a bit of a high hurdle.
"Fujita-san, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Huh? Ah... yes."
"I see. For someone with a boyfriend, how many people have you slept with so far?"
"...! Professor, what are you...?"
"It doesn't matter, does it? Whether you have a boyfriend or not, you're living freely, Fujita-san."
"Th-That's..."
Rion's face flushed red in an instant. Her blushing unfolded exactly as I had anticipated. She had likely approached me with every intention of hiding the fact that she had a boyfriend. Now that her plan was shattered, how would she play her next hand?
"...What are you trying to say, Professor? Are you trying to proposition me?"
"No—weren't you waiting to be propositioned?"
"..."
My words left Rion speechless, her face a mix of shame and bewilderment. Enjoying the sight, I pressed on.
"After all, you did the same thing earlier, didn't you? Even though you really just wanted to talk to me, you asked 'Is there anything else?' to prompt me into speaking to you. I wanted to talk to you too, so it worked out quite well."
"...Hah."
"Besides, someone with a boyfriend wouldn't flirt with me so blatantly in a place where people might see. That's why you came to a place less likely to draw eyes, isn't it?"
"...You really thought it through that far? Professor, are you truly a university professor?"
"You're mistaken. I simply want to become good friends with you. And aren't you feeling the same way?"
At my words, a wry smile crossed Rion's face—one tinged with a faint shade of resignation.
"Well, I suppose so. It's true that I wanted to get closer to you, Professor. But that doesn't mean anything was going to..."
"Ah, of course. I have no intention of doing anything to you. I simply thought it would be nice to become friends, if only a little."
"...Is that true?"
"It's true. I'm human, after all. There are times I feel lonely, and times I want someone to talk to. That's why I'm hoping we can be friends."
"...I see. In that case, I look forward to it."
Rion offered a smile as she spoke—one that felt genuinely earnest. Observing it, I chuckled to myself in secret.
A woman like Rion Fujita will fall easily once propositioned. Having reached that verdict, I looked forward to how things would unfold from here.
From that point on, I began contacting Rion frequently. Keeping track of her work schedule, I booked my travel plans during her free hours. Doing so guaranteed, with near certainty, that I would run into her on the plane.
And whenever we stepped off the flight, I made it a point to invite her out. We shared meals at hotels near her workplace. What started as mere talk about work and casual small talk gradually shifted into deeply personal conversations.
Rion seemed to genuinely enjoy the time she spent with me. Her expression softened only when she was by my side. Moreover, she enjoyed touching me—holding my hand or brushing against my arm during meals. She took pleasure in these subtle bits of skinship.
And at long last, that day arrived.
After our meal, I invited Rion to my room. The reason was simple: I wanted to bring us even closer together. Rion hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, she followed me.
"Professor, shall I make some tea?"
"Yes, please."
With those words, Rion headed toward the hot water dispenser in the corner of the room. Watching her back as she moved, I mentally refined my plan. Tonight, I would make Rion mine—once and for all. To do that, I needed to stir her emotions even further.
"Here's your tea, Professor."
"Thank you."
Rion returned with the tea. I thanked her, took the cup, and sat down beside her.
"So, Rion, how are things going with your boyfriend lately?"
"...Nothing much. It's just the usual."
"I see. So, things aren't going that well between you two?"
"...No, it's not that. I just feel a bit of distance, that's all."
"Distance, huh? Does that have anything to do with the distance between you and me?"
Rion’s eyes widened at my question. Then, she gave a slightly troubled smile.
"...You really see right through everything, Professor."
"Not really; I can just read your expressions. You always look happy when you're with me, but your mood darkens a bit whenever we talk about your boyfriend."
"...That might be true. Perhaps it's because I enjoy the time I spend with you."
"In that case, why don't you break up with him?"
I made the suggestion. She stared at me in surprise.
"Huh? But..."
"If you want to break up with him, I'll help you. You'd be happier with me, wouldn't you?"
"...That might be true. But I..."
Rion’s voice trailed off. It seemed she still couldn't bring herself to decide to leave her boyfriend. I understood her state of mind, yet I pressed her further.
"Do you actually like your boyfriend? Or has being with him just become a habit?"
"That is..."
"Do you feel happy when you're with him? Or do you feel happier when you're with me?"
Rine couldn't answer my question. She just stared at me, falling silent. Seizing the moment, I took her hand.
"Fujita-san, you want to be with me, don't you? Then break up with your boyfriend. You belong to me."
"...Professor."
Rine squeezed my hand back. Then, she slowly leaned in closer. Anticipating her move, I claimed her lips.
Rine's lips were as soft as I had imagined. Her eyes widened in slight surprise, but she soon surrendered herself to me. We devoured each other's lips, sharing a deep, passionate kiss.
"Haa... *mmph*..."
"You're so cute, Fujita-san."
I whispered to Rine between kisses. She blushed and pressed herself closer, craving more. Satisfied by her reaction, I pulled her body into an embrace.
"Professor, I... I want to be yours."
"Then be mine. You belong to me."
I whispered this into her ear and trailed my lips down the nape of her neck. Rine shuddered and let out a sweet, soft sound. Relishing her reaction, I began to undress her.
Rine had a slender, model-like figure. However, her breasts were small—barely filling the palm of my hand. I kneaded her small breasts, watching for her reaction.
"Eep! Ah... no, please..."
"Such a cute voice. Feel it more."
I pinched the tips of her breasts and gave them a sharp tug. Rinne writhed and let out a gasp. Her reaction only heightened my own arousal, and I continued to fondle her breasts.
"Ah... aah... I can't... I can't take it..."
"Not yet, Fujita-san. Feel it even more."
I moved my hands from her breasts down to her lower body. Her panties were already damp, a clear sign of her arousal. I shifted the fabric aside and slid my fingers into her most intimate place.
"Eek! Ah... aah..."
Rinne’s body jerked sharply. Relishing her reaction, I explored her depths; she was already thoroughly wet, easily welcoming my fingers inside.
"Fujita-san, you're amazing. You're so wet."
"Ah... no... don't say that..."
Blushing, Rinne reached for my chest, but I caught her hand to steady her, all the while continuing to move my fingers within her.
"Ah... aah... no... I can't... I can't..."
In my grasp, Rinne began to climb toward the peak of pleasure. I watched over her, waiting for the moment she would reach her climax.
"N-no...!"
Rinne cried out loudly, her body going rigid. Her inner muscles tightened around my fingers, signaling her orgasm. Savoring the sensation, I held her close.
"Haa... haa..."
Breathing heavily, Rinne leaned against me. I planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"You were adorable, Fujita-san."
"...It's embarrassing."
Saying this, Rinne buried her face in my chest. Smiling, I stroked her back.
"Fujita-san, you belong to me. From now on, you’ll look only at me, won't you?"
"...Yes. I belong to you, Professor."
Rinne nodded at my words and clung to me. I held her body tight, feeling a sense of deep satisfaction.
Rinne Fujita was now mine. From this point forward, I would train her exactly to my liking. With that thought in mind, I spent the rest of the night with her.
As the night deepened, I savored every inch of Rinne’s body. Her skin was smooth, and her body was soft, fitting perfectly in my hands. Her breasts were small but beautifully shaped—I found them utterly adorable. And her most intimate place was hot, seemingly craving what I had to offer.
"Fujita-san, you really are cute."
"...Please don't say things like that. It's embarrassing."
Rinne blushed at my words and looked away. That reaction pleased me, too. I cupped her cheek and turned her face toward mine.
"If you don't be honest, I'll make you even more embarrassed."
"...Hk!"
Rinne shuddered at my words and squeezed her eyes shut. I claimed her lips and ravished the inside of her mouth. Surrendering to my assault, she let out sweet, moaning sounds.
"Nn... mmm..."
"Such a cute voice. Let me hear more."
I held her close and kneaded her breasts. Rinne cried out and writhed in my arms. Relishing her reaction, I continued to tease and caress her body.
"Ah... aah... Professor, no..."
"What's wrong? Feel it even more."
I pinched the tips of her breasts and tugged hard. Rinne twisted her body and let out a loud cry. Listening to that sound, I continued to work on her breasts.
"Eek! Ah... aah... I can't... I can't take it anymore..."
Rinne pleaded with me, her eyes welling up with tears. Seeing her like that only aroused me further; I moved my hand away from her breasts and reached down to her most intimate spot.
"Fujita-san, things are getting pretty intense down here, too."
"N-no... ah... don't touch me there..."
Rinne tried to swat my hand away, but I pinned her hands down. Then, I traced her intimate area with my fingers, watching for her reaction.
"Ah... aah... no... not there..."
"You're so cute. Feel it even more."
I slid my fingers inside her, exploring her depths. Rinne’s body jerked violently, and a gasp escaped her lips. I swirled my fingers inside her, savoring her reaction.
"Ah... aah... no... I can't..."
"Not yet, Fujita-san. Feel it more."
I continued to pleasure her, delighting in her reactions. Rinne climbed higher and higher until, finally, she reached her climax.
"N-no...!"
Rinne cried out loudly, her body going rigid. Her insides tightened around my fingers, signaling her orgasm. I embraced her body, relishing the sensation.
"Haa... haa..."
Rinne slumped against me, breathing heavily. I planted a kiss on her forehead, soothing her.
"You were so cute, Fujita-san."
"...Haa... Professor, please... stop now."
Rinne said this as she gazed at me. In her eyes, alongside the lingering traces of pleasure, there was a look of strong determination. Seeing that look, I smiled.
"Not yet, Fujita-san. I want to pleasure you even more."
"Huh...?"
Rinne stared at me in surprise. Ignoring her reaction, I press myself against her intimate opening.
"Fujita-san, I'm going in."
"...Wait, not yet..."
Despite her protest, I thrust forward without hesitation. Her insides are still hot, easily welcoming me in.
"Ah... aah... it's inside..."
"Amazing, Fujita-san. You're gripping me so tightly."
I begin to move inside her, savoring her reactions. She writhes in time with my movements, letting out sweet moans.
"Ah... aah... so deep... all the way in..."
"It feels incredible inside you, Fujita-san. Feel it even more."
I grab her hips and thrust more vigorously. Responding to my onslaught, she cries out even louder.
"Kyaa! Ah... aah... no... if you do that..."
"It's okay, Fujita-san. You're going to feel even more."
Ignoring her words, I continue to drive into her. She climbs higher and higher, eventually reaching the peak of pleasure once more.
"N-no...!"
She lets out a loud cry as her body goes rigid. Her insides clamp down tightly on me, and I, too, reach my climax within her.
"Haa... haa..."
I withdraw from her and lie down by her side. Breathing heavily, she clings to me. I hold her close and stroke her hair.
"You were so cute, Fujita-san."
"...Professor, that's mean. I... I can't move anymore."
She says this as she snuggles up to me. Smiling at her, I stroke her back.
"It's alright; get some rest. You can take it easy tomorrow, too."
"...Okay."
She buries her face in my chest and closes her eyes. As I watched her, I pressed a kiss to her hair.
Rinne Fujita was now mine, completely within my grasp. From here on out, I would train her further to suit my tastes. With that thought in mind, I let the night with Rinne deepen.
