Chapter 1
Here is the English translation, maintaining the quiet tension, calculating tone, and subtle psychological control of the narrative:
A serene air hovered over the university library. Just past three in the afternoon, while searching for materials for a long-term research project, my eyes were drawn to a single female librarian behind the counter. Her name tag read "Yuko Murata."
Yuko radiated a distinct presence compared to the other librarians. Her long black hair had been cut short into a sleek style, and she wore minimal makeup that bordered on a bare face. Her modest chest and slender silhouette were evident beneath her tunic-style blouse and fitted pencil skirt. Her voice was soft, and while her manner with students was polite, she seemed to maintain a subtle distance from those around her. That taciturn atmosphere sparked a peculiar interest in me.
A few days later, I visited her counter once more. This time, I was looking for back issues of a specific academic journal.
"Excuse me, these are somewhat older issues. They might be in the storage room..."
She offered a slightly troubled smile and began tapping away at her computer screen.
"Professor Nagai, isn't it? If I recall correctly, you were searching for similar materials last month. The ones you are looking for should be in the underground archive. Shall I go down and help you find them?"
I was inwardly surprised. To think she remembered my name, as well as my previous visit. Perhaps she was showing an interest that went beyond her mere professional duties. Fascinating.
"Ah, that would be a great help. Sorry for the trouble."
Following behind her, I stepped into the quiet archive. The space, heavy with the scent of dust and old paper, rendered the situation of being entirely alone together all the more pronounced.
She stopped in front of a high shelf and looked up toward the top.
"Here it is... but it's a bit high. I'll go get a step stool."
"No, it's quite alright. I'll reach it."
Standing beside her, I stretched up and reached for the file on the top shelf. As I did, I intentionally let my arm brush against her shoulder. I felt her body give a slight, sudden shiver.
"A-Ah, thank you."
She lowered her head slightly, a faint blush rising to her face. That reaction stoked my desire for conquest.
"Have you been working at this library long, Murata-san?" I asked nonchalantly, opening the file.
"Yes, it's been seven years now. I started part-time when I was a student here and transitioned into a full-time position afterward."
"I see. As for me, it's been twenty years since I came to this university. Time certainly flies."
"Have you been a researcher ever since your student days, Professor?" she asked, unable to entirely conceal her curiosity. I smiled to myself. Step by step, she was stepping into my territory.
"Well, yes. I've been in this world the whole time. But life would be rather boring if it were all research, wouldn't it? Do you have any passions outside of work, Murata-san?"
"Me? Not particularly... just reading, really. I like romantic novels."
"Romantic? How unexpected. You strike me as a very rational person."
"Ahaha, do I? But everyone wants to escape reality once in a while, don't they?"
She let out a timid laugh. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of the loneliness tucked deep inside her heart. A romantic at heart, yet likely lacking in romantic experience. For me, she was absolute perfection as prey.
Over the next few weeks, I began visiting the library frequently. I always chose her counter to exchange brief conversations. At times, using the checkout of specialized books as an excuse, I created opportunities to talk with her a little longer. As if she, too, had gradually come to await my visits, her face seemed to brighten whenever I appeared.
One Friday evening, right around closing time, I called out to her.
"Murata-san, do you have a moment? I found a nice place nearby—would you like to join me for a drink? As a small token of my thanks."
She hesitated for a second, then gave a small nod.
"...Yes. But, um, you really don't need to thank me so lavishly."
"Nonsense, drinking alone is no fun anyway. Please, join me."
I took her to a quiet bar a short distance from the university. It had a mature atmosphere, with calm music floating through the room. Though she was in her casual work attire, that modest outfit unexpectedly enhanced her chaste charm.
"This place is lovely. I had no idea something like this was here," she murmured in admiration after taking a gentle sip of her cocktail.
"It's nice to have a place like this once in a while, isn't it? You should treat yourself more often, Murata-san."
"I'm such a boring person. Sitting next to wonderful people like you, Professor, I just feel like I fade into the background."
She laughed self-deprecatingly. In those words, I glimpsed the inner complexity she carried.
"You simply haven't realized your own value, Murata-san. You are a deeply charming woman."
"Huh? Is... that so?"
She looked at me in surprise, her eyes a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
"It's true. Your intellect, and that quiet sensuality you possess... Most men simply fail to notice it."
I gently took her hand. It felt slightly cold to the touch.
"Professor..."
She looked straight into my eyes. That gaze no longer bore any trace of rejection. I did not miss the opening.
"Yuko-san. Won't you get closer to me?"
After a moment of silence, she gave a small nod. In that very instant, right upon the palm of my hand, she transformed into a butterfly of her own free will.
That night, I brought her home. Inside the elevator of my apartment building, I pressed her against the wall and kissed her for the first time. Her lips were firm at first but soon softened, welcoming my tongue; the inside of her mouth held the sweet scent of the cocktail she’d been drinking.
As soon as the front door clicked shut, she melted into my arms. I undid the buttons of her blouse one by one, revealing the pale skin beneath. Her breasts were small and beautiful, just as I had imagined. They didn't quite spill over the cups of her bra, but her nipples were small, pink, and looked incredibly sensitive.
"You're beautiful..."
I buried my face in her bosom and rolled her nipples with my tongue. She let out a muffled sound and clutched my hair.
"Nn... ah... Professor..."
"It's Takumi. Yuko."
I whispered the words close to her ear. Just hearing me say her name made her body tremble.
I led her to the bed and removed her skirt and underwear. Her intimate area was already glistening, wet with anticipation. I parted the soft hair there with my fingers and gently caressed her petals.
"Ah...!"
She arched her back. That reaction only aroused me further. I spread her legs wide and buried my face between them. Her juices tasted slightly tart and rich. I licked her clitoris persistently.
"No... stop... it's too embarrassing..."
She covered her face with her hands, yet her hips writhed, seeking the touch of my mouth.
"Don't be embarrassed. Tell me what you want me to do to you right here, Yuko."
I lifted my head for a moment and asked her. With tears welling in her eyes, she spoke clearly.
"Please... lick me more. With your tongue, Takumi-san..."
That plea satisfied me. I trailed my tongue over her secret place once more, adding my fingers this time to explore within. Her insides were warm and gripped my fingers tightly.
"Ah... n-no, I'm... I'm going to cum...!"
Her body jerked violently. I witnessed her first climax with my own eyes. Her face flushed crimson with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment; she looked just like an angel.
Waiting for her breathing to steady, I stripped off my clothes. My erection was already fully engorged. Her eyes widened when she saw it.
"It's huge..."
"It's okay. I won't break you, Yuko. Let me savor being inside you... slowly."
I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders and slowly began to slide inside her. Her entrance was incredibly tight, constricting around me. She furrowed her brows, fighting back a wince of pain, yet she still welcomed me in.
"I'm all the way in. You're so warm, Yuko."
I whispered into her ear and began to move my hips gently. She wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me.
"Takumi-san... it feels so good..."
Her voice trembled with pleasure. I gradually quickened my rhythm, thrusting deep within her. In response, she began to let out sweet, moaning sounds.
"Ah... yes... deeper...!"
At her words, I thrust even more vigorously. The bed creaked, and the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and her breathless moans. Her small breasts swayed in time with my movements. That sight only inflamed my desire further.
"Yuko, are you close to climaxing again? Let's go together."
"Yes, together... I think I'm about to come, too...!"
I gripped her hips and made a final, intense push. She reached her peak with a loud cry, and the muscles deep within her tightened fiercely around my erect cock. Unable to hold back against that crushing grip, I unleashed everything deep inside her.
Catching my ragged breath, I collapsed onto her. She, too, wrapped her sweat-slicked body around me.
"Takumi-san..."
She whispered my name, her voice filled with happiness. Hearing it, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
Here is the English translation, maintaining the protagonist's cold, calculating nature and the bittersweet tone of the story's conclusion:
The next morning, she woke up in my arms. Looking up at me, a soft bashfulness fluttered across her face.
"Good morning."
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes. It's been a long time since I slept this deeply and peacefully."
She answered with pure candor. That unguarded side of her was undeniably charming. Yet, I felt it necessary to subtly convey to her that this relationship was merely temporary.
"Yuko, do you have a boyfriend right now?" I asked casually while pouring coffee.
"...No. Not recently."
She replied, looking slightly uneasy. From that phrase "not recently," I deduced that while she had romantic experience in the past, things likely hadn't worked out well for her.
"I see. In that case, shall we keep seeing each other like this from time to time? I find the time I spend with you quite enjoyable, too."
I deliberately chose the words from time to time. A flicker of loneliness crossed her face for a brief second, but she quickly returned a gentle smile.
"Yes. I enjoyed it very much, too. Can I see you again, Takumi-san?"
"Ah, anytime. I'll be in touch."
I stroked her hair. At that gesture, her eyes narrowed happily like a cat.
After seeing her off, I sank deep into the sofa, alone. The night with her had been wonderful. Her body had responded far better than I had anticipated, and her heart had been so easily swayed by my words. She was a lonely romantic, starved for love—and I had manipulated her with effortless skill.
I intended to continue our relationship moving forward. However, that was not out of a desire to keep her all to myself. There were other pleasures in my life. It was enough for her to serve as a piece of spice in my existence, visiting me every now and then. Perhaps she would eventually find another man, too. After all, I sensed that her view on romance inclined her toward straying.
Even so, for this very moment, knowing that she had found happiness in my arms brought me genuine satisfaction. Etching the memories of her into my heart, I began preparing to seek out my next prey. Beneath the mask of a university professor, I would continue to freely roam the garden of women. And Yuko Murata, like a single flower, would remain blooming beautifully in my memories forever.
