Chapter 1

[4:00 PM]

After my university class finished, I returned to my research office as usual. As I was working on paperwork, there was a knock at the door. Without answering with a simple "yes," I called out, "Come in."

"Excuse me, Professor."

A university student dressed in a crisp suit walked in.

"Welcome. What's up?"

"Um, we have our seminar tomorrow, and I came to discuss the meeting for it."

"Ah, tomorrow I had a sudden errand come up, so I changed the seminar time to 1:00 PM to 3:00 PM. Did I let you know?"

"Yes, I received your message. Well, regarding the submission deadline for that report..."

Listening to the student, I shifted my gaze to look at my computer screen. Then, I picked up my smartphone and pressed the power button while it was still in sleep mode. Several new email notifications appeared on the screen.

"Professor?"

"Ah, sorry. Just something I needed to check. So, for tomorrow's seminar, could you prepare the PowerPoint presentation?"

"Yes, understood."

"Alright then, that's all for now. See you tomorrow."

After seeing the student out of my office, I looked at my phone screen. I tapped to open one of the displayed emails.

I am looking forward to seeing you.

It was an email addressed to me.

The sender was Kirika Takase.

Our 2:00 PM arrangement today—this was a thank-you email. The subject line read, "Thoughts on the Sweets." Reading this email, one might easily think the person who wrote it was a girl attending the university, but that wasn't the case. She was a pastry chef working at a patisserie near the university.

Kirika Takase. 24 years old. Petite, with pitch-black hair and glasses. Her appearance was extremely adorable. However, when talking to her, there was a somewhat mysterious vibe about her. She spoke in polite formal language while working, but whenever it was just the two of us, she switched to casual talk. That gap drew me to her all the more.

Today during my lunch break, I had visited the patisserie near the university. It was located a short distance from the student neighborhood, but it was quite famous among the university students. It had an attached cafe, and during lunch break, many students gathered there. I also came by occasionally to eat lunch. Today, I ordered a sandwich and coffee. Then, as a sweet treat after my meal, I ordered a shortcake.

"Welcome! What can I get for you?"

"Um, one shortcake, please."

"Understood."

The one taking my order was Kirika-san. When our eyes met, a natural smile spilled across my face. When she saw me, she smiled back.

"Thank you as always."

"No, thank you as always for the delicious sweets."

When I said that across the counter, her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand. That gesture exuded an indescribable charm. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Professor, sorry to keep you waiting."

She placed the cake on a plate and set it before me. Her movement was extraordinarily elegant and refined. As a pastry chef, she possessed professional skill.

"Thank you. Bon appétit."

I picked up my fork and took a bite of the cake. The moderately sweet cream and moist sponge cake melted in my mouth. This was truly delicious.

"How is it?"

"The best. The cakes you make are always the absolute best."

I said, looking straight into her eyes. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she averted her gaze.

"Thank you very much. But Professor, please don't say things like that to a customer. Other customers will get jealous."

"That's because you're cute. Because you're so cute, other customers want to eat your cakes too."

"Oh, Professor, stop it. Saying things like that puts me on the spot."

Saying so, she laughed while hiding behind the counter. That smile was so adorable that I felt like pulling her into a hug. But I couldn't do that. This was a public place. She was working, and I was a university professor. Because of that relationship, we always maintained our distance. But today was a little different. I had made a proposal to her.

"Kirika-san, my classes ended early today. If it's alright with you, would it be okay if I came over to your place later?"

I had asked her that. She looked a bit surprised for a moment, but quickly nodded.

"Sure. But Professor, do you have some business with me?"

"Yeah, actually, there's something I want to give you."

"To me? What is it?"

"That's a surprise for when I get there. See you later then."

Saying that, I said goodbye to her and left the cafe. Then I returned to the university and was doing paperwork in my research office. The email from her came after that.

I put my smartphone in my pocket and left the office. Heading to the university parking lot, I got into my car. Starting the engine, I drove through the university gates. Passing through the student area, I headed toward the patisserie where she worked.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

I parked in front of the patisserie and contacted her via smartphone. She replied immediately.

Coming out now.

I got out of the car and waited for her. Right away, she came out of the patisserie. She had taken off her work apron and changed into casual clothes. Coming up to me, she asked:

"Professor, sorry to keep you waiting. Um, where are we going?"

Looking at her face, I smiled.

"Your home. I'm driving you back to your place."

"Huh? My home? Why?"

"You're working late today, right? If I don't drive you back, it's unsafe, isn't it?"

"Thank you, but you really don't have to do that. I always take the train home."

"Don't say that, just leave it to me. Besides, I want to go to your home."

Saying that, I took her hand. Her hand was small and soft. She looked a bit surprised, but she didn't resist.

"Alright. Thank you then."

Saying so, she squeezed my hand back. I led her by the hand to the passenger seat. Then I got into the driver's seat and fastened my seatbelt. After she fastened hers, she asked:

"Professor, where are we heading?"

"Could you tell me your address?"

I asked. She hesitated for a moment, but then said:

"Alright. Please wait a moment."

She pulled out her smartphone and opened a map app, showing it to me. I confirmed the address, set it in the navigation system, and started the car.

"Kirika-san, so you live around here."

"Yes. It's a bit far from the university, but the rent is cheap."

"I see. You live alone, right?"

"Yes. My family is in the countryside."

"Huh, I see. So you're from the countryside."

"Yes. Are you from Tokyo, Professor?"

"No, I'm from Kansai. I came to Tokyo for university."

"Kansai? Professor, can you speak Kansai dialect?"

"Well, a little bit. But since I've been in Tokyo for university all this time, my accent has faded."

"Is that so? Then, Professor, please try speaking in Kansai dialect."

"Eh? All of a sudden?"

"Yes, I really want to hear it."

Her eyes sparkled as she said that. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I said:

"Well, then... something like, 'Kirika-san, thanks for your hard work today. It was real delicious,' I guess."

I tried saying it. She clapped her hands and said:

"Wow, Professor, Kansai dialect suits you so well! It sounds really cool."

I ended up laughing at her reaction.

"Thanks. But if you compliment me that much, I get shy."

"It's true, though! You sound really cool in Kansai dialect, Professor."

"Hearing you say that makes me happy. But I don't usually talk like that."

"Is that so? Then please talk in Kansai dialect only when you're with me."

"Eh? Wouldn't that bother you?"

"Not at all. I like the Kansai dialect."

She smiled as she said that. Seeing her smile warmed my heart. Having conversations like that, we headed toward her place. In about twenty minutes, we arrived in front of her apartment. Her place was a room in an old apartment building. I parked the car and got out with her.

"Kirika-san, is this your home?"

"Yes. It's a bit old, but I keep the inside clean."

"I see. Let me carry your things up."

Saying that, I held her bags and stepped into the elevator. Standing next to me, she said:

"Professor, thank you so much. This was a huge help."

"No, I'm the one who was happy to see you."

Saying that, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She was a bit surprised, but she showed no sign of disliking it. When the elevator stopped on her floor, we stepped out into the hallway. She pulled out her keys and opened the door.

"Please, come in."

She invited me inside. Following behind her, I entered the room. The room was a studio apartment about six tatami mats in size. Inside, it was indeed neatly organized. A bed, table, kitchen, closet—only the necessities were arranged neatly. Looking around the room, I said:

"Kirika-san, your room is actually quite masculine."

She replied:

"Is it? I just prefer things simple."

Saying so, she asked if I'd like her to brew some coffee. I said:

"Sure, please. But you must be tired, right? I'll brew it."

I headed toward the kitchen. She asked:

"Are you sure? You're a guest, Professor."

"I'm not a guest. I'm your friend."

Saying that, I operated the coffee maker. Behind me, she murmured:

"A friend...?"

Without turning around, I said:

"Yeah, a friend. I want to become closer with you."

She was silent for a moment, then answered:

"I want to become closer with you too, Professor."

Her words made my heart race. When the coffee was ready, I poured it into cups and carried them to the table. Sitting down at the table, she said:

"Thank you very much. Bon appétit."

She took a sip of the coffee. I sat across from her and drank mine as well.

"Kirika-san, do you have a boyfriend?"

I suddenly asked. Setting her coffee cup down, she said:

"I do, but it's nothing special."

I said:

"I see. So you're not really dating then?"

"We are dating, but we don't get to meet much. He says he's busy with work."

"Hmm. But you're cute and have a great personality—don't you think there might be someone better for you?"

I said, looking into her eyes. She asked:

"Professor, why are you saying something like that?"

I replied:

"Because I like you."

Her eyes widened.

"Professor, are you serious?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm serious. I want to see you, and I can't help caring about you so much."

Saying that, I took her hand. She said:

"But Professor, I have a boyfriend. Besides, you're a university professor and I'm a pastry chef. We're not a good match."

"None of that matters. I like you. If you like me even a little bit, won't you go out with me?"

I pressed her. Biting her lip, she said:

"I like you, Professor. But breaking up with my boyfriend isn't easy."

I said:

"I know. But do you and your boyfriend really love each other? Does he cherish you?"

I questioned her. She said:

"I don't know about that. But I don't want to be dumped by my boyfriend."

I said:

"You haven't done anything to get dumped. He just doesn't realize your true worth. You are a far more wonderful person."

Saying that, I placed my hand on her cheek. She said:

"Professor, thank you. But I don't know what I should do."

I said:

"Then today, leave it to me. I'll make you feel happy. Just surrender yourself to me."

Saying that, I pressed my lips against hers. She was slightly surprised at first, but soon closed her eyes and responded to my kiss. I gently sucked on her lips and slid my tongue inside; hers met mine and intertwined. We shared a long kiss. Then, pulling away, I asked,

"Kirika-san, may I use your room—your bed?"

She replied,

"Yes. Please do, Professor. I give all of myself to you."

With that, she lay down on the bed. I sat beside her and caressed her body from head to toe. She surrendered herself to my touch, letting out a sweet, soft sound. I undressed her until she was in just her underwear. Her skin was white, smooth, and incredibly beautiful. I gently kneaded her breasts; they were small but shapely, with her nipples standing firm. I took a nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking on it. She gasped,

"Ah... ah, Professor... it feels so good."

Her body trembled as she spoke. Seeing her reaction stirred my own desire. I slid her underwear down and touched her intimate area with my fingers; she was already wet and hot. I inserted my fingers and began to move them inside her. She cried out,

"Ah, no... Professor, not there... not there..."

She writhed her hips. Delighting in her reaction, I varied the speed of my fingers, moving them faster and then slower. She gasped,

"Professor... ah, I can't... I'm going to come... I'm coming..."

She shouted this as her body went rigid. She had reached her climax from my touch. I held her body close and said,

"Kirika-san, you're so cute. You really are adorable."

She replied,

"Professor, I'm so happy right now. Please, love me."

I said,

"Yeah, I understand. I'll love you."

I lowered my trousers and moved between her legs. She looked at my cock and said,

"Professor, it's huge."

I said,

"It's okay; it'll fit inside you,"

and pressed myself against her intimate parts. Then, I slowly slid inside.

She said,

"Ah, Professor, it's going in... it's going in,"

and welcomed me. Inside her, it was so warm, tight, and pleasurable. I grabbed her hips and thrust vigorously.

She clung to me, saying,

"Ah, Professor, it's so intense... but it feels so good."

I trailed my lips over her skin, licking and sucking.

She said,

"Professor, please suck my breasts more."

I did as she asked, sucking and biting at her breasts.

She dug her nails into my back, saying,

"Ah, Professor, right there... that's good... do it more."

Her reactions aroused me further, and I quickened my pace.

She cried out loudly,

"Professor, I can't take it... I'm going to cum again... I'm cumming... I'm cumming!"

Her body convulsed violently; she was reaching her second climax inside me.

Spurred on by her climax, I said,

"Kirika-san, I'm coming too... I'm coming,"

and released everything deep inside her. I caught my breath while resting on her body and kissed her forehead. She smiled and said, "Professor, thank you. I was so happy." I hugged her and replied,

"I was happy too. Kirika, you’re the best woman I’ve ever known."

We held each other close for a while. Then she said,

"Professor, it’s getting late. Would you like to take a bath?"

I agreed,

"Yeah, let's do that. Shall we take one together?"

She nodded and said,

"Yes. I’ll wash your back for you."

I said,

"Thanks. Then I’ll wash your back, too,"

and took her hand as we headed to the bathroom. We washed each other's bodies, then relaxed by soaking in the tub. Inside the water, we kissed and caressed one another. She said,

"Professor, please love me even more."

I replied,

"Of course. You’re mine. I’ll make love to you again and again."

I lifted her body out of the water, pressed her back against the bathroom wall, and entered her once more. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said,

"Ah, Professor, you’re inside me again. It feels so good."

I held her waist and moved her body up and down. She wrapped her legs around my hips and urged,

"Professor, faster—please go faster."

Responding to her plea, I thrust into her with increasing intensity. She gasped,

"Oh, Professor... no... I'm coming again... I'm coming, I'm coming..."

and reached her third climax. Unable to withstand the tight grip of her body, I said,

"Kirika-san... I'm about to... I'm coming,"

and poured my heat deep inside her. We panted heavily, supporting each other's bodies. Then she said,

"Professor, my legs... I can't stand anymore."

I replied,

"It's okay, I'll carry you,"

and, scooping her up in my arms, I carried her out of the bathroom and laid her down on the bed. She said,