Chapter 1
Meeting Mika was purely by chance. After my university lectures ended, I decided to visit a local hair salon for the first time in a while, where she happened to handle my haircut. As I’ve grown older, younger staff members tend to treat me with perfunctory service, but Mika was different.
"Welcome! How can we help you today?"
She greeted me energetically, a bright smile on her face. Her friendly aura appealed to me, so I decided to request both a cut and color.
"Sorry to keep you waiting! Right this way, please."
"Ah, thank you."
I took a seat as guided. Perhaps nervous about catering to a first-time client, she offered a rapid-fire introduction.
"My name is Mika Fujii, and I'll be looking after you today. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise."
Her voice was somewhat high-pitched, yet clear and easy to hear.
"What kind of hairstyle are we going for today?"
"Hmm, let's see... Something settled and dignified."
"Understood! And how much length would you like off?"
"Down to about here," I said, pointing toward my shoulder.
"Got it!" Mika nodded briskly and began her work.
Yawning, I watched her through the mirror. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore a salon apron. Even so, her exceptional figure couldn't be hidden, her prominent chest pressing distinctly against her top.
"Professor, is your hair naturally coarse?"
"No, I don't think so..."
"I see. Then I'll make sure not to cut it too short."
"Right, I'll leave it to you."
While chatting, my eyes kept wandering toward her chest, though she remained completely oblivious, focused entirely on the task at hand.
"By the way, Professor, how old are you?"
"Me? I'm 58."
"What, 58?! You look so young!"
"Hardly young... but I suppose I'm fairly energetic."
"I see. I'm 27, so I'm practically old enough to be your grandchild!"
"Haha, perhaps so."
Mika laughed cheerfully as she continued trimming my hair.
"Where do you work, Professor?"
"I teach at a university."
"Ooh, a university professor! That's impressive!"
"It's nothing special."
"No way, professors always have that intellectual image."
With the haircut finished, Mika led me over to the sink. "Time for a shampoo."
She washed my hair gently, applying just the right amount of pressure across my scalp.
"How does that feel?"
"Ah, very soothing."
"Glad to hear it. Next, we'll apply the color."
Back at the chair, she began applying the dye. "What shade would you like?"
"Hmm, what do you think would suit me?"
"Let's see..." Mika presented a shade swatch, taking my hair texture and skin tone into account. "I think this warm brown would look great on you."
"Is that so? Let's go with that, then."
"Understood!"
Once the coloring was complete, she blew my hair dry.
"All finished! What do you think?"
My reflection in the mirror looked neat, refreshed, and youthful.
"Yes, that turned out quite well."
"Thank you so much!" Mika beamed happily.
"Still, you really are a beauty, Mika-san."
"Huh...? O-oh, not at all." She flushed red at the sudden compliment.
"No, I mean it. You should have more confidence."
"Gosh... you're making me blush." She twirled her hair self-consciously.
"By the way, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Wh-what!? Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's hard to believe a attractive woman like you would be single."
"That's..." Mika trailed off.
"Don't tell me you really don't have one?"
"...Yeah. I don't."
"Is that so? Then why don't you date me?"
"What!? Y-you can't be serious..." Mika's eyes widened in shock.
"I'm not joking. I'm completely serious."
"B-but there's such a big age gap between us..."
"Age doesn't matter. Besides, I prefer younger women."
"Oh my..."
Mika hesitated, but my earnest gaze gradually swayed her.
"Alright... Shall we try dating for a bit?"
"Really!?"
"Yes. But if it doesn't work out, promise we'll break up right away, okay?"
"Of course."
Hand in hand, Mika and I left the salon, heading to a nearby coffee shop to discuss our new dynamic.
"What kind of men do you usually like, Mika?"
"I like... someone who is kind and reliable."
"Hmm. And what about me?"
"Well, you're intellectual and handsome, Professor... I might really fall for you." She smiled shyly.
"I'm glad to hear that."
"Still, I can't help but worry about the age difference..."
"Don't dwell on age. As long as there's affection, that's all that matters."
"I suppose..." She nodded, though a faint lingering uncertainty remained.
"Besides, I have no intention of getting married. That makes it easier for us to date casually, doesn't it?"
"R-right... Though I actually have a strong desire to get married eventually."
"That can't be helped. But isn't it a waste not to enjoy the present?"
"...You're right. Let's enjoy ourselves," Mika said, resolve settling in her expression.
From that day on, we began meeting frequently. Though naturally shy, she expressed her feelings openly around me. She especially enjoyed physical affection, frequently holding my hand or clinging to my arm.
"I love you, Professor!"
"I love you too, Mika."
I wrapped my arm around her slender waist and drew her into a kiss. Tangling her tongue with mine, she placed her hands on my back.
"Mmh... kiss..."
"You're so adorable, Mika..."
"Ahn... more..." She pressed her face against my chest affectionately.
"Mika, why don't you come over to my place today?"
"...Are you sure?"
"Yes. Let's relax together for a change."
"Okay. I'll come."
Taking a taxi, we headed straight to my apartment. Stepping inside, Mika sank onto the sofa and snuggled up right beside me.
"Thanks for your hard work today, Professor."
"Ah, thank you."
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and leaned in for a kiss.
"Mmm..."
Mika closed her eyes and parted her lips.
I slipped my tongue into the opening and devoured hers.
"Haa... mmm..."
Mika’s breathing grew ragged as she clutched my shirt.
"Mika, let's take off your clothes."
"Okay..."
I undid the buttons of Mika’s blouse and slid it off her shoulders.
A sheer lace bra was revealed underneath.
"You look beautiful..."
"N-no... don't look..."
Mika tried to cover her chest, but I gently brushed her hands aside.
"Don't hide it. Let me see more."
"Mmm..."
Reluctantly, Mika unhooked her bra.
Her breasts were perfectly shaped.
Her nipples were pink and not yet aroused.
"Mika, can I lick your nipples?"
"...Okay."
I laid Mika down on the sofa and buried my face in her breasts.
"Nn-ah..."
Mika let out a gasp.
I rolled her nipple with my tongue, occasionally grazing it lightly with my teeth.
"Ah... no..."
Mika writhed, trying to hold back the rising pleasure.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yeah... so good..."
"It's okay to let yourself feel it."
I began licking her other nipple as well.
Mika cradled my head with both hands, her breathing heavy.
"Haa... haa... Professor..."
"What is it?"
"I want to... touch yours, too..."
Mika reached for my trousers and stroked my erect cock.
"Ah... Mika..."
I slid my hand under her skirt and pulled down her panties.
Her wet sex was revealed.
"Mika, you're already so wet."
"Well... it's because of you, Professor..."
Mika turned her face away, looking embarrassed. I slid my fingers into her crotch and explored her insides.
"Aah..."
Mika’s body jerked in surprise.
"So, this is the spot that feels good?"
"Nn... right there..."
I stimulated her clitoris with my fingers, savoring her reactions.
"Ah... aah..."
Mika arched her hips, seeking more pleasure.
"Mika, do you want to come?"
"Yeah... I want to..."
"Then go ahead."
I quickened the movement of my fingers, guiding Mika toward her climax.
"Aaaah... I'm coming..."
Mika arched her back, her body trembling and spasming.
"You were so cute, Mika."
"Haa... haa..."
Mika gazed at me, breathless.
"Professor... I want more..."
"Yeah, I know."
I scooped Mika up and carried her to the bedroom.
After laying her on the bed, I stripped off my own clothes.
"Mika, I'm going inside."
"Okay..."
I spread her legs and positioned my cock at her entrance.
"Aah..."
Mika gasped at the sensation of penetration.
"You're so tight, Mika."
"Sorry..."
"No, it feels amazing."
I moved my hips, thrusting deep inside her.
"Ah... aah..."
Mika’s breasts swayed as she drowned in pleasure.
"You're so cute, Mika..."
"Professor... I love you..."
"I love you too, Mika."
I claimed her lips and whispered words of love.
"Mmm... *mwah*..."
We devoured each other's bodies, riding the waves of pleasure together.
"Mika, I'm coming."
"Yeah... together..."
I released my seed deep inside her, and she reached her climax as well. "Ah..."
"Mmm..."
We held each other close, bathed in sweat.
"Mika, are you satisfied?"
"Yeah... I'm so happy..."
Mika answered with a smile.
"I see. That's good."
I stroked Mika's hair and kissed her.
"Professor, can we meet again?"
"Of course. I'll be waiting for you anytime."
"It's a promise, then."
Mika closed her eyes, looking blissful.
As I gazed at her sleeping face, I basked in a sense of fulfillment.
I didn't think my relationship with Mika would last.
But for now, I decided to simply enjoy the moment.
