Chapter 1
Here is a translation that captures the atmospheric tone, the internal voice of the experienced professor, and the subtle, seductive tension between the two characters:
Outside the window, a cold rain was falling quietly. With the deadline for my paper looming tomorrow, I was stuck at the university until this late hour.
"Sigh..."
Letting out a breath, I stared at the computer screen once more.
Takumi Nagai, fifty-eight years old. A professor in the Faculty of Letters at this university. I have walked the path of a researcher ever since my student days, and now I find myself in a position responsible for mentoring younger scholars. On the surface, I am known as a serious, strict professor, but internally, my physical desires show no signs of fading.
(Honestly, what on earth am I doing at a time like this...?)
Muttering to myself, I drained my cup of coffee.
Lately, I had been feeling an overwhelming sense of dissatisfaction. I divorced my wife five years ago and now live alone. My work at the university goes smoothly, but my private life lacks excitement. Even the relationships I occasionally form with women have long since fallen into a dull rut.
That was when it happened.
A modest knock, knock echoed through the room.
"Yes?"
Is there really someone visiting my office at this hour? If it were a student, they would have returned to the dorms ages ago. Is it a security guard, or...?
The door slid open slowly, and an unexpected figure appeared.
It was a young woman wearing a police officer's uniform.
"Um, are you Professor Takumi Nagai?"
Her voice carried a crisp, clear tone, despite her evident nervousness.
"Ah, yes, that's me... Can I help you?"
"I apologize for the sudden intrusion at this hour. My name is Sari Fujii, and I work at the nearby police box."
Introducing herself, she casually twirled a strand of her pigtails around her finger. She looked to be around twenty years old, with a slender, delicate frame. She wore almost no makeup, allowing her bare face to show through. That utter defenselessness gave her an unintentionally alluring charm.
"A police officer? Has something happened at the university this late at night?"
"No, nothing like that. To be honest, while I was on patrol just now, I noticed a light on in the window of this building..."
She lowered her eyebrows slightly in an embarrassed manner.
"For the sake of public safety, would you mind if I checked to make sure there is nothing suspicious?"
I see—a routine check out of goodwill. A faculty member remaining at the university at this hour must have looked suspicious to her.
"Ah, I see. I'm sorry to have worried you. The deadline for my paper is tomorrow, so I simply lost track of time while concentrating."
Saying so, I gestured toward the computer screen.
Sari Fujii—stepping inside the room, she looked around the space. Her gaze felt sharp, yet at the same time, subtly filled with curiosity.
"A paper... Professors certainly have busy schedules, don't they?"
"Well, it comes with the territory of being a researcher. Especially right before a deadline."
I offered a light chuckle, but her eyes remained fixed on me. It was a strange sensation—as if she were probing for something, yet simultaneously harboring a deep interest in me.
"So, is there anything else that seems suspicious to you?"
"No, nothing in particular. It's just..."
She trailed off, pressing the ends of her pigtails against her lips. That subtle gesture made her look even younger than her actual age.
"Do you always work this late, Professor?"
"No, tonight is a special case. Normally, I head home much earlier."
"I see... Then you must be quite used to coming to this part of the campus alone."
For some reason, I couldn't quite read the intention behind her questions. If this were a simple check-in, she ought to be heading back by now. Yet her posture suggested she wanted to stay longer.
"Ah, well, I am used to it. I've been working at this university for over ten years, after all."
"Ten years... I see. Have you been on the path of a researcher the entire time, Professor?"
"Yes, indeed. I've been captivated by literature ever since I was a student, and I naturally transitioned into research."
"Captivated, you say..."
She narrowed her eyes and gazed intently at me. I felt as though a very specific emotion was dwelling within that look.
(What is this girl thinking?)
Is it pure curiosity, or... is there something more? Is she using her position as a police officer to probe into something else?
"How long have you been a police officer, Fujii-san?" I threw a question back at her.
"Huh? Ah, since last spring. I'm still a rookie."
"I see, a rookie. You're quite diligent, patrolling at an hour like this."
"Yes. But... to be honest..."
She caught her breath for a brief moment.
"To be honest... what?"
"Well, out of personal interest, I found myself wanting to see what the atmosphere of a university was like..."
Confessing this, a slight blush touched her cheeks. That reaction spoke of her innocence, yet it subtly betrayed a calculating side as well.
"Interest, you say? Were you interested in universities before becoming an officer?"
"No, it's not quite that..."
She faltered again, twirling her pigtails around her finger once more.
"I was curious to know what kind of life an intellectual man like you leads, Professor..."
Her words made me raise an eyebrow in surprise.
"Interested in... me?"
"Y-Yes. It might be rude of me to say, but..."
Though she looked down, she kept stealing glances to gauge my reaction. Her demeanor was clearly stepping outside the bounds of a mere routine police inquiry.
(What an intriguing girl...)
Age-wise, she was young enough to be my granddaughter. Yet the curiosity peeking through her words and her unhideable excitement stirred something deep inside me.
"It's not rude at all. Though, visiting a professor's office out of personal interest while on duty as a police officer... isn't that a bit problematic?"
I deliberately adopted a stern tone. As expected, she showed a hint of fluster.
"Y-You're right. I'm sorry for letting my personal feelings mix into my work..."
"Still, I suppose strange things do happen. To have a young officer take an interest in me..."
"Um, if I may be so bold as to say..."
She raised her face as if summoning all her courage.
"You look remarkably young for your age, Professor, and I find your aura truly captivating."
Was it mere flattery, or her genuine feelings? Whichever it was, my heart stirred for the first time in a long while. Hearing direct praise from a young woman undeniably felt good.
"You certainly know how to flatter, Fujii-san. Still, I can't let a woman walk home alone at a time like this."
"O-Oh, really? It's fine, really—I am an officer, after all."
"No, no, it's my responsibility as well. Let me at least walk you to the station."
When I made the offer, her eyes widened.
"Eh? But I'd be interfering with your work, Professor..."
"It's fine. My paper has reached a good stopping point anyway."
In truth, there was still plenty of work left, but letting such an intriguing encounter slip away felt like a waste.
"B-But..."
She still hesitated, yet a look of anticipation lingered in her eyes. Returning straight home clearly wasn't what she truly wanted tonight.
"It's alright. Besides, I'd like to talk with you a bit more, Fujii-san."
Saying so, I put on my coat. She gave a small nod and timidly began preparing to leave the room.
(This might turn out to be quite interesting.)
A deep sense of expectation welled up inside me. A young female officer and an experienced, middle-aged professor. What kind of chemistry would ignite between two people separated by both position and age? The anticipation made my heart beat faster.
The rain continued to fall, though it was light enough to manage with an umbrella. Fujii-san walked beside me in her uniform, looking slightly tense. Every time her pigtails swayed, a youthful fragrance drifted through the cool night breeze.
"Fujii-san, do you have a boyfriend?"
I suddenly posed the question. She raised her head in surprise.
"Eh? Wh-Why do you ask?"
"Well, a young and cute police officer like you must be quite popular, I imagined."
"Th-That's not true at all..."
She averted her gaze, but her reaction was practically an affirmation.
"You do, don't you?"
When I pressed further, she gave a tiny nod.
"...Yes. I have a boyfriend who is the same age as me."
"I see. But you aren't seeing him tonight, are you?"
"No, he's working the night shift..."
I see—a convenient set of circumstances. It must have been difficult for her to explain to him why she was out in a place like this at such an hour.
"In that case, there's no problem with you staying with me for a bit."
"I... I suppose so..."
Her response was barely more than a whisper. We walked the path to the station while continuing our conversation. Like a proper police officer, she occasionally spoke about local public safety, yet she periodically threw in questions regarding my private life as well.
"Professor, do you have a wife?"
"No, I divorced five years ago."
"Oh... I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. It's all in the past now."
"Still... doesn't living alone feel lonely?"
I paused for a moment to consider the question.
"Well, I do feel that way sometimes. But it's also liberating."
"Liberating... is it?"
She fell silent, seemingly lost in thought. Her expression looked somehow melancholy.
By the time we reached the station, the time for the last train was fast approaching.
"Fujii-san, you'll be in trouble if you miss your train."
"Ah, yes..."
She glanced at her watch, showing a moment of panic. Yet her feet didn't move.
"Professor... thank you for tonight."
"The pleasure was mine. It was a wonderful time. Please come by on patrol again sometime."
When I said it half-jokingly, a deep blush spread across her face.
"Again...?"
"Yes, again. Come back to check for any suspicious activity."
"Oh, stop..."
She twirled her pigtails in embarrassment—a gesture that only heightened her charm all the more.
"Well then, see you—"
Just as I turned to say goodbye—
"Um, Professor!"
She suddenly raised her voice.
"Yes?"
"Tonight... I don't want to go home yet."
My breath hitched at her words. Her eyes looked completely serious, yet glistened with an unmistakable longing.
"Fujii-san..."
"I don't really understand it myself. But when I'm talking to you, my chest aches so much..."
Summoning her courage, she continued her confession.
"I know I have a boyfriend, and saying something like this makes me the absolute worst. But just for tonight... I want to be with you, Professor."
The words were a clear, explicit invitation. A forbidden proposition from a young police officer.
"...I understand."
I gently reached out and took her hand.
"But we can't stay here. Would you like to come to my place?"
She gasped softly, then nodded firmly.
"Yes..."
In that single moment, our relationship shifted irreversibly. Officer and citizen, professor and student, an older man and a young woman—every boundary began to dissolve into the rainy night.
My apartment was a ten-minute drive away. Sitting in the passenger seat, her body was stiff with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Having untied her pigtails, her hair now fell softly over her shoulders, and her vulnerable appearance stoked my desire even further.
"Are you nervous?"
"Yes... I've never done something like this before."
"Are you and your boyfriend not at that stage yet?"
"Ah... no... we've only kissed..."
At her answer, a surge of quiet triumph filled my heart. To be the first to taste a young body so close to pure innocence—that reality drove my excitement even higher.
Inside the apartment elevator, unable to restrain myself any longer, I gripped her hand tightly. She squeezed back, and I could feel the heat radiating from her small palm.
Unlocking the door, we stepped inside. She looked around the room with a tense expression.
"Please, have a seat. What would you like to drink?"
"Ah, just water, please..."
She sat on the sofa, pulling her knees close to her chest. The defensive posture was both adorable and strangely provocative.
Pouring a glass of water, I sat down right beside her. The distance between us was barely twenty centimeters. From that proximity, I could feel her body trembling softly.
"Fujii-san, are you truly sure about this? Once we go beyond this point, there's no going back."
I offered one final confirmation. Still clutching her glass, she gave a firm, resolute nod.
"Yes. I want to do what I want to do."
With that answer, there was no longer any reason to hesitate. I gently lifted her chin and brought my face close to hers.
"Well then, shall we begin?"
As our lips met, her body gave a sudden start. We began with a light touch, then gradually deepened the kiss, our tongues intertwining. Her lips were softer and sweeter than I had imagined.
"Nn..."
A soft sigh escaped her, and her hands reached out to my chest, stroking my pectorals right over my coat. That sight only heightened my arousal.
When I pulled away, her eyes were already glistening. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing had quickened.
"So, how was your first deep kiss?"
"...It feels good."
Seeing her answer so shyly, I felt a surge of affection for her.
"It’s going to feel even better."
I said this as I reached for the buttons of her uniform. The police uniform—an outfit that usually carried a stiff, formal image—now served only to stoke my desire. I undid the buttons one by one, slowly.
"Ah... nn..."
She offered no resistance, simply closing her eyes and surrendering to the moment. Her blouse fell open, revealing her undergarments—a white bra that fit her youthful body perfectly. Between the cups, her nipples were already hardening, making their presence known.
"You're beautiful..."
As I gently touched her chest, her body trembled.
"Aah..."
Savoring her reaction, I began to knead her breasts gently over the bra. Her young, firm breasts fit perfectly in my palms, and I was captivated by their softness.
"You're sensitive, aren't you?"
"Nn... ah... no..."
Though her words were a refusal, her body betrayed her true feelings. When I lightly pinched her nipple, her hips writhed.
"Fujii-san, let me see yours, too."
At my prompt, she timidly reached out and touched the buttons of my shirt. Her young fingers carefully undid them one by one. The gesture was somehow adorable, yet filled with anticipation.
"Professor, your body is so firm..."
"I do make an effort to stay active, after all."
As I bared my chest, she touched it with an air of curiosity. Her touch was still that of a novice, yet her inquisitive nature shone through.
"Amazing... so muscular..."
Her fingers traced down from the center of my chest to my abdomen. She likely sensed what awaited her further down; her hand paused, and she looked up at me.
"May I... touch here, too?"
I nodded in response. With a nervous expression, she gently reached out over my trousers. The moment she made contact with my already-hardened member, her fingers jerked in surprise.
"It's huge..."
"Is it? I work hard to keep it ready to please you, Fujii-san."
I said it jokingly, and she gave a small smile. That smile seemed to ease her tension.
"Then, let's take a closer look."
With that, I lowered my trousers and underwear together. My member, now free, was revealed right before her eyes. Her eyes went wide, fixed on it with fascination.
"I've never seen anything like this before..."
"Go ahead and touch it."
At my urging, she tentatively reached out. Her soft fingers made gentle contact. A jolt of pleasure shot straight up my spine.
"Ah..."
She let out a small sound, surprised by my reaction. Then, perhaps growing more accustomed to it, she wrapped her hand around it gently.
"Is this the right way?"
"Yes, exactly. Try moving your hand up and down."
As I instructed her, she obediently began to move. Her movements were still awkward, but that very innocence only fueled my arousal.
"Nn... You're doing great, Fujii-san."
"Really? But it's so hard... and hot..."
She was completely absorbed in examining me. She looked so defenseless that I felt a sudden, powerful urge to ravish her. "Fujii-san, I'd like to do this part now, too."
"Huh? Oh, right..."
She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. Her expression was so incredibly arousing that I reached the limit of my self-control.
"Please take off the rest of your uniform."
"O-okay..."
She stood up and began removing the rest of her uniform. Her skirt fell to the floor, followed by her bra, and finally her panties. Her young, naked body was revealed in the room's light.
"You're beautiful..."
The words of admiration escaped me before I could stop them. Her eighteen-year-old body still held traces of immaturity, which only made it more alluring. Breasts just beginning to swell, a slender waist, and a lower body that was almost completely smooth—it was all a testament to her youth.
"It's embarrassing..."
She murmured this while covering her breasts and crotch with her hands.
"Don't hide it. Please show me everything."
At my words, she timidly lowered her hands. Seeing her like that made my arousal spike even higher.
"Lie down on the sofa."
She followed my instructions and lay down on the sofa. Her body was stiff with tension, yet it also seemed filled with anticipation.
"Fujii-san, this is your first time, isn't it?"
"Yes... I haven't done it with my boyfriend yet..."
"Then I'll take it slow and be gentle."
I said this as I parted her legs. Her hidden, intimate area was revealed right before my eyes. I could see she was already getting wet, and the realization satisfied me.
"I'm going to touch you."
When I gently placed my index finger against her, her body jerked.
"Ah!"
"Does it feel good?"
"Nn... I-I don't know... but it feels strange..."
I could tell that, despite her confusion, she was feeling pleasure. Slowly and gently, I traced the slit between her legs. Her juices clung to my fingertip, and the scent tickled my nostrils.
"You're so wet... you really want this, don't you?"
"N-no... it's just... this is my first time..."
"But your body doesn't lie. It's okay to let yourself feel it."
As I said that, I touched her sensitive nub. Gently stroking it with the pad of my finger made her reaction intensify.
"Ah! No—not there, don't..."
"You like it right there, don't you? Then I'll give you more."
I stimulated the spot with quick, small movements. Her hips lifted off the bed, and she writhed as if trying to withstand the mounting pleasure.
"Ah... ah... something's coming... I'm going to..."
"It's okay to let go. Let's savor this first taste of pleasure for you, Fujii-san."
I increased the intensity, and her body arched sharply.
"Aaaah!"
She cried out as she climaxed. The sight was so beautiful that my own arousal reached its peak.
"Fujii-san, that was amazing. You felt it so intensely."
"Haa... haa... That was... incredible..."
She was breathing heavily, a look of satisfaction on her face. Seeing that expression, I decided it was time to move on to the main event.
"Fujii-san, I'm going inside now."
At my words, she looked a little nervous, but she nodded.
"Tell me if it hurts."
"Okay..."
I spread her legs wider and moved my hips closer. Pressing the tip against her entrance, I applied slow, steady pressure. The opening, still tight, began to yield little by little.
"Ah... ah..."
"Does it hurt?"
"Just a little... but I'm okay..."
Hearing that, I pushed in further. Her tight interior clamped down on me, and that sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me.
"It's all the way in now."
"Nn... i-it's huge..."
She looked like she was in some pain, but at the same time, she clearly felt the pleasure too. "It's moving, isn't it?"
I slowly began to move my hips back and forth. She was likely still in some pain, yet she endured it and accepted the sensation.
"Ah... nn..."
"Does it feel good?"
"I... I don't know... but it feels strange..."
Her reaction only fueled my arousal further. I gripped her hips and gradually picked up the pace. As I did, the pleasure seemed to overpower the pain, and the tone of her voice shifted.
"Ah... ah... that's good... right there..."
"Is this the spot?"
"Yes... right there... more..."
I adjusted the movement of my hips to suit her desires, and her reaction intensified.
"Aah! No... I might... come again..."
"Let's come together, Fujii-san."
"Yes... yes... aah!"
Her body contracted around me, and simultaneously, I reached my limit. I released my heat deep inside her. We both let out sighs of satisfaction at the sensation.
"Haa... haa..."
"Fujii-san, are you okay?"
I looked into her face; her eyes were glistening with tears, yet she wore a happy smile.
"Yes... that was amazing..."
"I'm glad. You did a great job for your first time."
"It's all thanks to you, Professor..."
With those words, she clung to my chest. The gesture was so endearing that I instinctively hugged her back.
"Fujii-san, you have to keep this a secret from your boyfriend."
"Yes... this is a secret just between you and me, Professor."
Her words filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction. It might have been a one-night encounter, but the memory of this young police officer would surely stay with me for a long time.
"Come back for patrol sometime."
"Yes... next time, I'll investigate any suspicious points... much more boldly."
My heart leapt at her words. An eighteen-year-old police officer I met on a rainy night. How would our relationship develop from here? The anticipation made my heart race once more.
