Chapter 1
After my university lecture finished, I organized the paperwork in the staff room and, as usual, drove to the hair salon in Ginza. I have been coming to this salon for a while; I love its calm atmosphere and meticulous technique. Today, however, my purpose wasn't just a simple haircut and shampoo.
"Welcome, Professor Nagai. Thank you for coming in today, as always."
In response to the stylist's lighthearted voice, I was shown to my usual seat. Reflected in the mirror, my face perhaps looked a bit tired. Fifty-eight years old. At the university, I was well-liked and had earned a solid reputation as a researcher, but in my private life, I had grown increasingly bored. The passion of my younger days had faded, and within my stable life, I was unconsciously seeking something to ignite the slow embers in the depths of my heart.
"What would you like done today?"
Standing before me was Ayako Fujimori, a young stylist at the shop. Twenty-four years old. Slender and youthful in build, she always gave off a neat and refined impression. With her long hair tied back in a ponytail, she maintained a serious gaze while working and never broke her polite, formal tone. Ever since she became my assigned stylist, the frequency of my visits had noticeably increased. Her earnest, devoted aura, along with the reserved expression she occasionally showed, stirred my urge for dominance as a mature man.
"Ah, the usual—a cut and a shampoo, please. Also, I might be running a bit late today, so I'd appreciate it if you could keep that in mind."
It might have sounded a bit forced. She gave a small nod and simply replied, "Understood." That suppressed emotion only stoked my excitement further.
I lay down on the shampoo chair. The soothing sound of water and the touch of her delicate fingertips massaging my scalp felt exquisite. As I closed my eyes, her faint fragrance tickled my nostrils. In this situation, I often found myself indulging in sensual fantasies—imagining this pristine woman utterly disheveled by my hands.
"Professor, thank you for your hard work today as well. How was your lecture at the university?"
She would occasionally make small talk like this. She never asked about personal matters, keeping the conversation strictly within polite bounds.
"Mm, well... Today, I drew a bit of energy from the enthusiasm of the young students. How about you, Ayako-san? Have you been busy lately?"
"Yes. But I enjoy chatting with the customers, so it's very fulfilling."
Her answers were always textbook perfect. That was precisely why the desire to break through her shell welled up inside me. Once the cut was finished, I checked my newly styled hair in the mirror. It was a satisfying finish.
"Thank you, Ayako-san. You always do a wonderful job."
"Not at all. I'm just glad you like it."
She smiled. Her smile wasn't exaggerated, but it had a somewhat fragile quality that aroused a desire to protect her. I decided right then that I should invite her out.
"Ayako-san, since work is over for the day, would you like to join me for dinner? Consider it a small token of my gratitude; my treat."
Her eyes widened for a moment. Then, she quickly looked down, her cheeks flushing red. Her reaction was exactly as I had anticipated. For someone romantic and inexperienced in love, this must have been an unexpected turn of events.
"N-no, please... you really don't need to trouble yourself..."
"It's fine. Eating alone is dull anyway, and I wanted a chance to chat with you properly, Ayako-san."
I pressed the invitation somewhat assertively, yet politely. After hesitating for a moment, she gave a small nod and whispered, "...In that case, I'll gratefully accept." At that instant, I felt a surge of certainty in my victory.
Getting into my car, which had been waiting outside the shop, I chose a quiet, comfortable Italian restaurant where conversation would flow easily. The dimly lit interior had a romantic mood tailored for couples, and she appeared a bit nervous.
"Relax, Ayako-san. The food here is excellent."
Pouring the wine, I tried to ease her tension. She merely murmured a soft "Yes" and stared intently at the menu.
"What kind of men do you like, Ayako-san?"
At my sudden question, her cheeks turned red once more.
"M-me? I don't really have a particular preference..."
"Is that so? A beautiful woman like you must be very popular, though."
"No, that's not... I really..."
At a loss for words, she brought her wine glass to her lips. That gesture looked remarkably alluring. I couldn't help but look forward to this pursuit. To unravel her psyche bit by bit, leading her to eventually desire it herself—that had been my longstanding pleasure.
As the meal progressed, she gradually grew more comfortable speaking. Talks about work, favorite movies, and her views on romance. She shyly confessed, "I dream of a romantic encounter, the kind where you stay together for a lifetime." Those words reached my ears with a sweet resonance. The thought of defiling such purity sending a thrill down my spine.
"That's lovely. You truly have a beautiful heart, Ayako-san."
At my words, she blushed even more and cast her eyes downward. In that moment, seeing her neck flush red, I felt a surge of conviction. She was in her receptive phase; behind that serious facade, her feminine instincts were beginning to awaken. As a man of experience, I recognized it immediately.
After dinner, we headed toward her apartment in the car. A somewhat heavy silence hung in the air. She gazed out at the night view through the window, seemingly lost in thought. I gently reached out and took her hand.
"Ayako-san."
She looked back at me with a startled expression. Her eyes bore a damp, shimmering luster—a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
"Thank you so much for tonight. I find myself... wanting to spend just a little more time with you."
I squeezed her hand, feeling its warmth. She didn't answer, merely biting her lip. That gesture was decisive.
"...If you don't mind, could you give me just a little more of your time?"
I pulled the car into the parking lot of a love hotel. She looked at me in surprise, but no words of refusal left her mouth. That silence signified her consent.
Receiving the key at the front desk, we headed up to the room in the elevator. During that short ride, she didn't utter a word. I could feel her body trembling slightly from a mix of nervousness and the excitement accompanying it.
We entered the room and closed the door. The quiet click felt as though it sealed her fate. I placed my hands gently on her shoulders.
"Are you nervous, Ayako-san?"
She nodded, keeping her head lowered, and answered in a small voice, "...Yes."
"It's okay. Take your time, I just want you to look at me."
Placing my finger under her chin, I slowly raised her face. Her eyes were so moist they looked on the verge of tears. I softly pressed my lips against hers.
At first, her lips were firmly closed. However, as I continued to kiss her gently and repeatedly, they gradually softened and soon began to offer a subtle response. That reaction set my desires ablaze. Tracing her lips with my tongue, I parted them and slipped inside. Her tongue hesitantly entwined with mine.
"Ngh..."
A faint sound leaked from her throat. That was the signal. I pulled her body close in a tight embrace, kissing her deeper and more ravenously. Her pure fragrance tickled my nose, intoxicating my mind.
As my hand reached for the buttons of her clothes, her body gave a sudden, sharp tremor.
"Ayako, you're beautiful..."
I whispered in her ear as I took off her blouse. Her pale skin was revealed, and her light-colored bra stood out against it. Despite her childlike figure, she had a distinctly feminine softness. I gently stroked her breasts through her bra.
"Ah..."
She let out a small cry. Her reaction was so cute that I kneaded her breasts repeatedly. When I pinched the pointed tips with my fingers, she writhed her hips and let out a pained cry.
"Does that feel good, Ayako?"
"...I...I don't know..."
She answered shyly, but honestly. That innocence only excited me more. I led her to the bed, took off her jacket and skirt, and left her in just her underwear. That sight was sacred, like an offering, and it stirred up a destructive urge within me.
"Ayako, have you ever touched yourself?"
"...N-no..."
She shook her head, her face bright red. I took her hand and guided it to stroke her thigh.
"Now, here... gently stroke it."
Though hesitant, she began to move her fingers as I instructed. She gently stroked her private parts through her panties. Soon, I could feel the center of her panties becoming damp.
"Ah... ah..."
Her voice grew louder little by little. Her body, pre-menstrual, was reacting sensitively. Watching her, I stripped off my own clothes.
"You can feel more. Ayako, your body is so beautiful..."
I slowly lowered her panties and confirmed the already nectar-soaked petals deep within the smooth pubic hair. I spread her legs wide and brought my face closer to her center.
"Eh... ah, no, stop..."
She tried to stop me in a panic, but I held her hands down and traced her secret cleft with my tongue.
"Ahhh!... Ah, ahh...!"
Her body twitched violently with intense pleasure. Determined not to let her escape, I thrust my tongue in and explored deep inside. Her love juices gushed out, wetting my face.
"Ah, Ayako, it tastes so good... feel it more..."
"No, no... something's coming...!"
She cried desperately. Her words made me even more intense with my tongue. Then I held her small bud between my lips and sucked it.
"Ahhh!... I'm coming... I'm coming...!"
Her body arched like a bow and convulsed violently. She had come. Her face, wet with tears of pleasure and shame, was terribly lewd and beautiful. I leaned over her body, still basking in the afterglow, and whispered, breathing hot air over her.
"Ayako, can I put it in?"
She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. I positioned my already hard, swollen member against her entrance. Her wetness was ready to receive me.
"...I'm going in, Ayako."
I slowly thrust my hips forward. Her hot, tight, and soft inner walls enveloped me. She winced in pain.
"Does it hurt?"
"...Yes, but...it's okay..."
She smiled, her face on the verge of tears. At that moment, I felt a tightening in my chest. This wasn't just a lovemaking session. I felt something much deeper.
I began to move my hips slowly, gradually increasing the rhythm as I checked her reaction. Her vagina gripped me tightly, trying to remember my shape. That sensation created an indescribable pleasure.
"Ah, ah... it's... deep..."
"Ayako... it feels so good inside..."
I whispered lovingly into her ear. She clung to my neck and moaned. Her voice satisfied my desire for conquest, and at the same time, it made me feel affectionate towards her.
"Ah, ah... more... give me more..."
She began to move her hips herself. Her assertiveness excited me even more, and I penetrated her more violently. The bed creaked, and the sounds of our skin colliding and her moans echoed throughout the room.
"Ayako, you're beautiful... I love you..."
I blurted it out impulsively. She closed her eyes and whispered, tears streaming down her face, "Me too..." At that moment, I reached my limit. I released everything inside her vagina. She seemed to have climaxed again at the same time, her body tensing, and she deeply accepted me.
After our passionate lovemaking, we lay there, covered in sweat and love juice, embracing each other. Her body was still trembling slightly. I gently stroked her back and kissed her hair.
"Are you alright, Ayako-san?"
"...Yes."
She answered in a tiny voice. It sounded fulfilled, yet a little lonely. I peered down at her face and licked away the traces of her tears with my tongue.
"Thank you, Ayako-san. It was truly a wonderful night."
"Me... too..."
She buried her face in my chest and gently wrapped her arms around me. I found the gesture profoundly endearing.
After a while, we took showers, and I decided to drive her back to her apartment. In the car, even with sleepy eyes, she held tightly to my hand.
"Ayako-san, do you think we can meet again?"
When I asked, she gave a small nod.
"...Yes. Please... come to the salon again."
Mixed in her words were anticipation and a hint of anxiety. I squeezed her hand tightly once more and smiled.
"Yes, I definitely will. I want to see you again, Ayako-san."
I parked in front of her apartment and let her out. Stepping out of the car, she offered a polite bow and entered the building without looking back. I quietly watched her receding figure as she walked away.
I turned the key and drove off. Though the night view outside the window was unchanged from before, my world had unquestionably shifted. Into my mundane days, a thrill by the name of Ayako had been born. There was no way this would end as a mere one-night affair. I wanted to relish her earnest, devoted heart even more deeply. That desire began to burn hot within my chest.
[From that night forward, the relationship between Professor Nagai and Ayako advanced to a new stage. As her purity interwoven with the professor's experienced instincts, a sweet yet dangerous game began—a mutual exploration of heart and body.]
Ever since my first night with the professor, my mind had been swaying between a feeling of brightness and an indefinable anxiety. Even while watching the students attending university lectures, somewhere in my head I was replaying that night over and over. His mature composure, the gentleness he showed at times, and the embarrassing side of myself I had shown him. All of it felt almost unreal.
My next appointment at the salon was in a week. I looked forward to that day, yet I feared it just as much. Will he really come back for me? If he does, what kind of face should I make? Occupied by such thoughts, my mind was constantly racing.
And then, the day arrived.
"Welcome, Professor Nagai."
The moment he walked into the salon, my heart leaped into my throat. He had the same calm presence as he did a week ago. But the moment his eyes met mine, I was certain: he hadn't forgotten that night either.
"Hello, Ayako-san. It's been a while."
At the sound of his voice, it was all I could do to give a small nod. As I prepared for the shampoo, I could feel my own fingertips trembling slightly.
At the shampoo station, I washed his hair as usual. I was grateful for the sound of the water, which helped mask my nervousness. His hair was a bit coarse, yet pleasant to touch. I gently slid my fingers across his forehead.
"Ayako-san, your hands seem to be trembling. Are you alright?"
He spoke quietly. For a moment, his words took my breath away.
"...Yes. I'm just... a little nervous..."
"Were you looking forward to seeing me?"
His question was direct. Unable to nod or shake my head, I simply stayed silent. Then, he gently wrapped my hand in his own.
"I was looking forward to it, too—to seeing you, Ayako-san."
That warmth and those words made my chest swell. Suppressing the emotions welling up inside, I finished the shampoo.
Time for the haircut. In the mirror, he was gazing intently at me. That gaze made my cheeks flush hot.
"Ayako-san, do you have time tonight as well?"
He asked in a low voice while I moved the scissors. My head snapped up. In the mirror, I saw my face turning red. With the other staff around, this conversation was dangerous. Yet, I ended up nodding.
"...Yes. That's fine."
When I answered in a small voice, he smiled with satisfaction. That smile made me feel like a trapped bird.
After work, I got into his car, which was waiting outside the salon. This time, instead of that love hotel, we headed toward a somewhat luxurious hotel. He drove without saying a word. That silence only made my heart beat faster.
Upon entering the hotel room, he immediately held me close.
"I missed you, Ayako-san."
Whispered right by my ear, those words drained the strength from my body. I softly wrapped my arms around his back. Beneath his shirt, he felt warm and solid. He carried the reassuring scent of an older man.
"Me... too..."
It took courage to say it myself, but those were my true feelings. He looked down at my face and kissed me slowly. At first gentle, the kiss gradually deepened. Accepting his tongue, I intertwined mine with his as well. I was far bolder than I had been the last time.
He began to undress me. The buttons of my blouse were undone one by one. The gesture looked terribly alluring. Seeing me down to my underwear, he stared at me intently.
"Ayako-san, you really are beautiful. Last time, I didn't have much chance to take you in."
His hands stroked my chest, my stomach, and then my waist. That touch ran through my entire body like an electric current. Embarrassed, I closed my eyes.
"Open your eyes, Ayako-san. Look at me."
I had no choice but to obey his words. When I opened my eyes, his were gazing at me passionately. Under that gaze, my body grew hotter still.
He led me to the bed and took off his clothes. His strong body was that of an older man, and that only attracted me more. He leaned over me and took the tip of my breast into his mouth.
"Ah..."
A sound escaped my lips involuntarily. His tongue licked and nibbled at my hardened nipple, occasionally biting it gently. The sensation made me lift my hips.
"Ayako, you're so sensitive. You're so cute."
His words made my ears burn. I ran my hand through his hair and held his head. He did the same to my other breast, completely dominating my body.
His fingers reached for my private parts. He slowly stroked where I was already wet.
"Ayako, was this place waiting for me too?"
"...Don't say that..."
"Come on, tell me."
His fingers entered me. At that moment, my body jumped.
"Ah..."
"It's hot and wet inside... Ayako, your body is so honest."
He said this as he began to move his fingers in and out. I could only be at his mercy. Memories of last time resurfaced, and a throbbing sensation spread deep within my body.
"Do you want more?"
He whispered in my ear. I nodded.
"...Please..."
I couldn't believe those words were coming out of my mouth. But I wanted him. I wanted to connect with him more deeply.
He smiled contentedly and spread my legs wide. Then he positioned his hard, erect member at my entrance.
"I'm going in, Ayako."
He slowly moved his hips forward. It went in much more smoothly than last time. My body remembered him. It felt strange, and yet, wonderful.
"Ah... ah..."
He stopped moving once he was completely inside me. Then, kissing my lips, he slowly began to move his hips again. "Ayako, does it feel good?"
"...Yes...it feels...good..."
I answered, clinging to his back. His movements were gentle, yet deep, reaching deep into my core. His caresses were far more delicate than last time, and I gradually lost my reason.
"Ayako, let me hear your beautiful voice..."
At his request, I could no longer hold back. I let out cries of pleasure in time with his movements. I knew that this excited him even more.
"Ah, ah...deeper...please..."
"Really? You want it deeper, don't you?"
He smiled mischievously. Then he placed my legs on his shoulders and began to penetrate me at a deeper angle.
"Ahhh!...No, no...ahh!"
I cried out in intense pleasure. It felt as if all the nerves in my body were focused on him. His face was contorted with pleasure, and that sight only fueled my desire further.
"Ayako, let's go together..."
His movements became more and more intense. I could no longer think of anything. Only the desire to become one with him dominated my body.
"Ah, Professor Nagai... ah, I'm coming...! I'm coming...!"
"Me too... Ayako, together..."
At the same time as his words, a white light exploded throughout my body. I cried out his name as I reached a violent climax. He, too, released something hot inside me and held me tightly.
After it was all over, we held each other, catching our breath. Burying my face in his chest and listening to his heartbeat, my heart strangely calmed down.
"Thank you, Ayako. That was truly wonderful."
He said, stroking my hair. I nodded.
"Me too..."
He paused for a moment before saying quietly.
"Ayako, I want to continue this kind of relationship with you, what do you think?"
I was momentarily taken aback by his question. But my answer was already decided. I didn't want to leave him.
"...Yes. I feel the same way."
He smiled with relief and kissed my forehead.
"That's good. But, Ayako, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?"
His words were a little possessive, but I was happy about that. I shook my head slightly.
"...No. I don't think there's anyone else who could make me feel that way about you besides you, Professor."
Those were my true feelings. He was the first man in my life who had ever moved my heart. The age difference didn't matter.
"I see. That makes me very happy."
He said that and hugged me tightly. In his arms, I reaffirmed that I belonged to him.
That night, he desired me again, and I responded. It was a time of getting to know each other's bodies and making love much more than the previous time. As dawn broke, I fell asleep in his arms, feeling blissful.
The next morning, he drove me back to my apartment. In the car, he held my hand and said,
"Let's meet again at the hair salon." Those words became my next promise.
When I got home, I lay alone in bed, reminiscing about last night. My body ached a little, but my heart was full. This wasn't just a fleeting affair. We desired each other and would build a deep relationship. That feeling lit a small but certain flame of hope in my heart.
