Chapter 1
Here is the English translation, maintaining the protagonist's inner calculation, the casual shift in their dynamic, and the dramatic romantic atmosphere:
Back then, I was still teaching at the university.
On campus, I had a reputation for being serious and diligent, but my private life was quite the opposite—I was a player with a terrible habit of chasing women.
Miwa Inoue was a female student at my university. She wasn't part of my seminar, but at the request of a professor I knew, I agreed to review her resume and guide her through her thesis and interview preparation.
After meeting her a few times, my impression was that while she studied hard, she could be a bit airheaded.
"Things just aren't going very well..."
Muttering those words, Miwa sat down right there in my office and started working on her paper.
I found her dedication to her studies charming, but even more than that, I was strongly drawn to her looks and figure. Miwa was a fair-skinned beauty. She wore her hair in a boyish short cut, and her small face had delicate, refined features. Her build was average, but I thought she had a truly great figure.
Miwa seemed to view me as just an older guy she could talk to casually. Before long, we began speaking to each other informally, just like regular friends.
A few days later, Miwa called me on the phone.
"Professor, I have something I want to consult you about regarding my paper. Are you in your office right now?"
"Ah, yeah, I am."
I immediately headed over to meet her.
Miwa sat in front of her laptop with a slightly exhausted expression. "Professor, I just can't seem to organize the structure of my paper..."
I sat down next to her and looked at the screen. What she had written belonged to a completely different field of research.
"Hmm, this is research from a different field. Writing it as a proper paper might be a bit tough."
I told her honestly.
Looking a bit downcast, Miwa muttered, "I see..."
"Still, learning how to write it now might be good practice. Want to try writing it together?"
When I said that, Miwa gave a happy nod.
The two of us began drafting the paper step by step. Miwa was bright; once I explained something, she caught on immediately. Occasionally, though, she would get lost in thought and her work would come to a halt.
"What's wrong?"
"Mm... I just can't seem to wrap it up nicely..." she said, clutching her head.
"It's alright, don't rush. Let me think it through slowly."
Saying that, I gently stroked her back. Miwa looked a little surprised, but she quickly leaned into my hand.
"Professor, you're so kind," she murmured, offering a faint smile.
We kept working on the paper straight through late into the night. Miwa stayed focused until the very end, but she was visibly exhausted once we finished.
"Great work tonight. You tried really hard."
"Thank you so much, Professor."
Miwa bowed and left the office.
From that day on, Miwa started dropping by my office frequently. She consulted me not only about her paper but also about her job search. Though hard-working and earnest, she wasn't having much luck with job hunting.
"I just can't seem to get a job offer..." she said, looking dejected.
"Don't rush it. The right company is out there for you."
I tried to encourage her, but her anxieties wouldn't fade. She was strapped for cash, and though she worked a part-time job, it wasn't enough to ease her financial strain.
"Professor, what should I do if my job hunt fails completely...?"
Miwa looked up at me as she spoke, her eyes filled with anxiety and heartache.
I took her hand and said, "It's okay. I'm right here with you."
Though momentarily taken aback, she quickly smiled. "Thank you, Professor."
She squeezed my hand back. Her hand was warm and soft. Holding hands, we left the research office together.
When we reached the front of my apartment building, Miwa said, "Thank you for today."
"You're welcome to come over again anytime," I replied.
Miwa nodded. "Okay."
That night, my thoughts revolved around Miwa. She was cute, earnest, and trusted me deeply. I had fallen for her.
Yet, she might only see me as a professor or an older friend. The thought that I was falling for her while she didn't view me as a romantic prospect made my chest ache.
Still, I couldn't bring myself to give up on her. I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to feel closer to her heart.
The next day, Miwa came to the office again. Looking somewhat spiritless, she said, "I failed another interview yesterday."
"I see... That's a shame."
I stroked her shoulder.
With a look as if she were about to cry, she said, "I've been rejected so many times, I'm starting to lose all my confidence."
"You're trying your absolute best, Miwa. Have confidence in yourself."
I looked straight into her eyes as I spoke.
Gazing back at me, Miwa asked, "Professor, what should I do?"
I took her hand again and said, "It's okay. I'm right here with you."
She smiled faintly. "Professor, you really are so kind."
"It's because I worry about you."
Saying that, I squeezed her hand tighter.
Miwa squeezed back and said, "Professor... I think I might like you."
Her words caught me completely off guard. Did she just say she liked me?
I stared into her face. She looked a little embarrassed, but her eyes were entirely serious.
"Miwa, I like you too."
With those words, I pressed my lips to hers.
She seemed startled for a fraction of a second, but soon closed her eyes and returned the kiss.
There in the research office, we shared our very first kiss. It was gentle and warm. Her lips were soft and sweet.
I pulled her into a tight embrace. "Miwa, I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered, burying her face into my chest.
We stayed wrapped in each other's arms right there in the office. Her body was warm and soft. Breathing in her scent, I soaked in her warmth.
In my arms, Miwa murmured, "Professor, I'm so happy."
Stroking her hair, I replied, "I'm happy too."
That night, we made love for the first time in the laboratory.
Though shy, Miwa surrendered her body to me.
I gently caressed her body, savoring her reactions.
Her skin was fair and smooth.
Her breasts were small and soft.
Her intimate parts were wet and warm.
I caressed her body, heightening her sensations.
She moaned and called out my name.
"Professor... it feels so good..."
Her voice was sweet and sultry.
I slid my fingers inside her, exploring her depths.
She let out a soft cry and shuddered.
"Miwa, does it feel good inside, too?"
"Yes... it feels good..."
She said this and closed her eyes.
I moved my fingers inside her, intensifying the pleasure.
She let out a low moan and her body trembled violently.
"Miwa, are you close to climaxing?"
"Yes... I think I'm going to come..."
She said this and tightened her grip around my fingers.
I stimulated her intimately, bringing her to a climax.
"Ah... I'm coming..."
She cried out loudly, her body arching.
Her face was flushed and glistening with sweat.
I gazed into her face and said,
"Miwa, you're beautiful."
Looking embarrassed, she said,
"Professor, I'm so shy."
I kissed her lips and said,
"Miwa, I'll make you feel even better."
She looked a little anxious but nodded.
I helped her up and moved behind her.
She leaned her back against my chest, held in my arms. I grabbed Miwa's breasts with both hands and toyed with her nipples.
Miwa let out a soft moan and writhed her body.
"Miwa, you're sensitive in your nipples, too, aren't you?"
"Yes, I can feel it..."
Saying this, Miwa pressed her breasts against my hands.
I pinched her nipples, twisting and pulling at them.
Miwa cried out—"Aah... mmh..."—and her body trembled.
"Does that feel good, Miwa?"
"Yes, it feels good..."
She said this, her breathing growing ragged.
While fondling her breasts, I leaned close to her ear and whispered,
"Miwa, do you want to be mine?"
Miwa looked a little surprised, but replied,
"Yes, I do."
"Then, can I put myself deep inside you?"
I said this as I pressed my cock against her intimate area.
Looking slightly nervous, Miwa said,
"Yes... please put it in."
I slowly slid my cock into her.
Miwa let out a sharp cry and her body tensed up.
"Does it hurt, Miwa?"
"I'm okay..."
She said this as she accepted me fully.
I thrust deep inside her, feeling the warmth and the tight squeeze of her body.
"Miwa, it feels amazing inside you, too."
"Professor... it feels so good for me, too..."
She said this as she wrapped her arms around me.
While kneading her breasts, I began to move slowly inside her.
Miwa moaned—
"Aah... mmh..."
—and moved her body in rhythm.
"Miwa, let yourself feel even better."
I whispered this in her ear and pressed firmly against her intimate spot.
Miwa cried out—
"Aah... Professor..."
—and her body shuddered. I thrust into Miwa’s intimate depths again and again, making her feel every moment.
Miwa moaned—
"Nnn... ahhh..."
—and tightened her body around me.
"Miwa, are you close?"
"Yes... I'm coming..."
She said this as her body shuddered violently.
"Miwa, let's come together."
I gave one final, deep thrust and released my seed inside her.
"Ah... Professor... it's coming out..."
She gasped, her body trembling and twitching.
We stayed there, holding each other, basking in the lingering afterglow of pleasure.
In my arms, Miwa whispered,
"Professor, I love you."
I stroked her hair and replied,
"I love you, too."
After that, we made love many times.
Miwa began coming to my apartment, craving me.
In my bed, held in my arms, she would call out my name.
Impressed by my technique, she fell in love with me.
She stopped calling me "Professor" and started calling me "Takumi-san."
She seemed to view me as her lover.
But I saw her as nothing more than a casual fling.
She had said she intended to end our relationship once her job hunting was over.
She claimed she was only with me for the financial benefits.
Her words hurt me, yet I loved her.
I cherished the time we spent together and tried to make her happy.
Grateful for my kindness, she began to lean on me affectionately.
In my arms, she said,
"Takumi-san, I'm so happy."
I kissed her lips and replied,
"Miwa, I'm happy too."
And so, we spent a while living happy days together.
But the day her job hunting would end was drawing near. Miwa received a job offer and finished her job hunting.
She said to me,
"Takumi-san, thank you for everything."
I held her hand and said,
"Congratulations, Miwa."
She smiled and said,
"Takumi-san, I won't be coming here anymore."
Her words made my heart ache, but I simply said,
"I understand."
Miwa gave me one last kiss, said "Goodbye," and left my apartment.
I watched her walk away and shed tears.
She would likely forget me and start a new life.
I, however, would likely never forget her.
She was the person I had loved most in my life.
The memories of her were etched in my heart, never to fade away.
Wishing for her happiness, I whispered her name.
"Miwa, I love you."
I murmured those words and looked up at the sky.
The sky was blue and beautiful.
It was her favorite color.
Thinking of her, I smiled.
Though our romance had ended, I felt that the love I held for her would last forever.
I had no regrets about our time together.
Loving her had been the greatest happiness of my life.
I resolved to live the rest of my life cherishing that love deep within my heart.
Our love was a treasure in my life.
I felt gratitude toward her and engraved her name upon my heart.
Thank you, Miwa.
I love you, Miwa.
Be happy, Miwa.
With that prayer, I brought our romance to a close.
