Chapter 1
Here is the English translation, capturing the calm, calculated tone of the narrative and the subtle sexual tension between the characters:
I work in an academic setting at a university, but I use it merely as a cloak to indulge in my affairs outside.
That man is me.
In the classroom, I always stand before my students with a serious face, droning on about uninspired topics. But once class ends, my expression completely transforms as I go out to wander the city at night.
Along the way, I trade seductive words with the women I meet, sweeping them into bed in no time at all. Up until now, I have spent the night with countless women using that very routine.
Sex should be mutually satisfying. That is why I devote myself to pleasing a woman; if my partner is satisfied, nothing could be better. Yet among all the women I have met so far, very few have ever managed to truly satisfy me. Normally, it ends after just one night, which naturally leaves me feeling unfulfilled as well.
This time, however, the woman I met felt as though she might actually be capable of filling that void in my heart.
That day, I was chaperoning students on a field trip organized by another department. We were traveling by plane, and that was where I met her. An encounter mid-flight—cliché, to be sure, but these things really do happen.
"Sir, please take this seat," a flight attendant said as she approached me. She wore her glossy hair tied in a ponytail and looked stunning in her sharp uniform.
"Ah, thank you." I moved to the seat next to the student who had boarded before me.
"I apologize for the inconvenience while you must be tired, sir."
"No, it's quite alright. I'm sorry to trouble you during your work."
"Not at all, sir. Our passengers' satisfaction is our ultimate pleasure."
Saying so, she offered a smile. In that very instant, I found myself drawn to her.
"Yuka, could you go take the gentleman's order?"
Issuing instructions to a junior colleague, the woman named Yuka walked away from me.
Yuka...
It was a lovely name. And Yuka herself possessed striking features. Age-wise, she looked to be in her mid-twenties—hardly any different from my own daughter. Even so, I felt a surge of desire for her.
The flight ended in the blink of an eye. From here, I was meant to head straight to my hotel, yet for some reason, I couldn't get Yuka out of my head.
(I can't just leave it like this.)
On my way to the hotel, I pulled out my phone. I decided to reach out to her using the inquiry form on the airline company's website where she worked.
“To Ms. Yuka Kinoshita: Thank you very much for your thoughtful service the other day. I wanted to reach out and express my gratitude. If you don't mind, perhaps we could chat over a drink sometime?”
With this, would Yuka be polite enough to reply? I decided to relax at the hotel and wait for her response.
[ The Encounter ]
Shortly after I arrived at my hotel room, a message landed in my inbox. The sender was Yuka.
“Thank you very much for reaching out to me. I would be delighted to speak with you as well. When would be a convenient time for you?”
It was an obliging reply. As expected of a flight attendant, I thought to myself.
“In that case, I will be waiting at the restaurant in front of the station at seven tonight. Does that time work for you?”
“Yes, that sounds fine. I look forward to seeing you shortly.”
Just like that, I secured a date with Yuka.
When the time came, I headed to the designated restaurant. Yuka was already waiting.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Oh, not at all! Since you weren't with anyone else, I was starting to get a little nervous."
"My apologies. I had work earlier today, so I split up from the others afterward."
I took my seat as I spoke.
"So, what did you want to talk about today?"
"Nothing in particular, really. I simply wanted to talk with you, Yuka-san."
"If someone like me is alright, I'd be more than happy to keep you company."
Her radiant smile was extraordinarily charming.
"Do you have any hobbies or things you like, Yuka-san?"
"Let's see... I love eating delicious food."
"Me too."
And so, we chatted comfortably. We didn't talk much about work, yet the conversation flowed endlessly. Being with Yuka brought a quiet calm to my heart. It felt as though I could easily forget the passage of time.
Before I knew it, the restaurant was reaching its closing hour.
"Ah, look at the time."
"Indeed. Time really flies, doesn't it?"
"I'd love to talk a bit more, but the place is closing."
At that, Yuka spoke up. "In that case, shall we move somewhere else?"
"Is that alright with you?"
"Yes. I haven't talked nearly enough yet, either."
"Then shall we take a short walk?"
We stepped out of the restaurant and began walking through the night city. The surroundings were dark and the street was sparse with people, leading us to naturally walk pressed close against each other.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Yuka-san?"
"No, not at the moment. But I've had a few in the past."
"I see. As for me, I was married once, but my wife and I are separated now."
"Is that so? That must have been tough."
"Yes. But I've gotten used to it by now."
Things hadn't worked out with my wife, leading to our separation. Partly because of that, I now enjoy my freedom with women. Lately, I hadn't been blessed with a good partner, but I felt I had finally found a wonderful one.
"Even so, you really are beautiful, Yuka-san."
"Thank you. Even if it's flattery, it makes me happy."
"It's not flattery. It's the truth."
I wrapped my arm around her waist. In response, Yuka slid her arm around my waist as well.
"I'm glad I got to meet you tonight, Yuka-san."
"Me too. I had a wonderful time talking with you, Professor."
"We could do even more enjoyable things, you know."
"Hmm?" Yuka looked up at me with a questioning expression.
"Why don't you come to my hotel with me?"
Yuka hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded. "Alright. I would be happy to accompany you."
And with that, we made our way toward the hotel.
As soon as we arrived at the hotel room, I embraced Yuka.
"Professor?"
"It's alright. Please call me by my first name now."
"Takumi-san..."
As Yuka spoke my name, I pressed my lips against hers.
"Mmm..."
Yuka accepted my kiss without resistance.
Our tongues intertwined, and we tasted one another.
My heart raced at the warmth of the kiss—a sensation I hadn't felt in a long time.
"Takumi-san, let me undress you."
With those words, Yuka began to take off my clothes.
"I'll undress you, too."
I reached for Yuka's uniform.
Flight attendant uniforms all tend to look alike, but on Yuka, it looked exceptionally lovely.
"Takumi-san, over here."
Prompted by Yuka, I sat on the bed.
She stood before me and began to remove her uniform.
She took off her blouse and slid down her skirt.
Then, Yuka stood before me in just her lingerie.
"How do I look? Am I beautiful?"
"Yes, you're very beautiful."
The white bra and panties contrasted beautifully against her skin.
"I'll show you more."
Yuka unhooked her bra, revealing her shapely breasts.
"Beautiful..."
The words escaped my lips before I could stop them.
"Thank you."
Yuka began to caress and knead her own breasts.
"Mmm... haa..."
Moaning sensually, she pleasured her own body.
"Takumi-san, look here, too."
Next, Yuka slipped off her panties.
A beautiful patch of soft hair lay revealed there.
"It's lovely. May I touch it?"
"Yes, please do."
I reached out toward that soft patch.
As my fingers stroked her intimate area, Yuka let out a soft gasp. "Can you feel it?"
"Yes. Your fingers feel so good, Takumi."
"Then, I'll do it more."
I slid my fingers into Yuka's intimate depths.
"Ah!"
She was already wet.
"Yuka, you're so wet."
"I'm sorry... I couldn't hold back."
"I can't hold back either."
I withdrew my fingers and pushed her down onto the bed.
Then, I buried my face between her thighs.
"Ah—Takumi, no, not there..."
Yuka writhed, but I kept licking her.
"Nn... ah... it feels so good... more..."
Her voice rose in pitch.
"Takumi... I'm going to cum."
"Go ahead. Let yourself come."
As I said that, her body jerked.
"Ah... I'm cumming... I'm cumming!"
She squirted and reached her climax.
"Haa... haa... that felt amazing."
"I'm glad. But we aren't finished yet."
I stripped off my underwear and revealed my erect cock right in front of her.
"Wow... it's huge."
Yuka gasped in awe.
"Yuka, is this okay?"
"Yes. I want yours."
"Then, take it inside you."
I pressed the head of my cock against her opening.
Then, I slowly began to slide it in.
"Ah... it's going in... it's so thick... so hot..."
Yuka let out a cry that sounded almost like a scream.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
"I'm fine. Yours feels so good."
"That's good."
I began to move my hips.
She was incredibly tight, and it felt amazing. "Ah... Takumi-san... it feels so good."
"It does for me, too. Being inside you is amazing, Yuka-san."
"Please... go harder."
At Yuka's request, I quickened the pace of my thrusts.
"Ah... yes, right there... more..."
"Yuka-san, don't clench so tight... I'm going to cum."
"It's okay... go ahead. I'm coming, too."
"Then let's come together."
"Okay... ah... I'm coming... I'm coming..."
As Yuka reached her climax, I reached mine as well.
"Ah... I'm cumming... I'm cumming..."
I released my semen deep inside Yuka.
"Haa... haa..."
As we caught our breath, I held Yuka close in my arms.
"Thank you, Takumi-san."
"No, thank *you*. You were amazing, Yuka-san."
"I was so happy to be with you, Takumi-san."
We exchanged those words and shared a kiss.
After that, I met up with Yuka a few more times.
She was a truly wonderful woman who satisfied me completely.
But I had to return to university.
Besides, Yuka had her own work to attend to.
"Yuka-san, I won't be able to see you for a while, but I'll be in touch."
"Okay. I'll miss you too, Takumi-san."
We made that promise and parted ways.
