Ayane Yamamori age:28,job:Married woman

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."

Saying that, I kissed her lips again. She closed her eyes and accepted the kiss. I entwined my tongue with hers, exploring the depths of her mouth. She let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms around my back.

I carried her to the bed and climbed on top of her. She welcomed my body and wrapped her arms around my neck. I undid the buttons of her dress, revealing her skin. Her skin was white and smooth, feeling pleasant against my palms.

"Ayane-san, you're beautiful..."

"Professor, please don't say things like that..."

She looked away, blushing shyly. Finding that gesture adorable, I kissed her breasts. They were modest in size, but her nipples were hard; when I rolled them with my tongue, she let out a sweet sound.

"Nn... Professor, no..."

"Why not? Doesn't it feel good?"

"It does, but... it's embarrassing..."

"There's no need to be embarrassed. You're very erotic, Ayane-san."

I kneaded her breasts with both hands while continuing to suck on her nipples. She writhed her hips and held my head close. I caressed her breasts, savoring her reactions.

"Professor, I can't hold back anymore..."

"Ayane-san, what do you want to do?"

"Fill me... with yours..."

"All right. Then take off your clothes."

I removed her dress and underwear, revealing her completely naked body. She had a voluptuous figure, with particularly full hips and thighs. Her buttocks were round and firm, fitting perfectly in my hands. Her thighs were soft and smooth, carrying an alluring scent that made me want to bury my face in them.

"Ayane-san, with a body as erotic as yours, what is your husband doing?"

"Professor, please don't say that... I haven't done it with my husband for over six months now..."

"I see. Then, I'll make your body feel good."

I spread her legs and brought my face close to her intimate area. It was already wet and gave off a sweet scent. I ran my tongue over her clitoris, gauging her reaction.

"Ah... Professor, no... right there... it makes me feel so much..."

"It's okay to feel it. Ayane-san, let your voice out."

I held her clitoris between my fingers and licked it. Her body shuddered, and she cried out.

"Aah... Professor, it's amazing... it feels so good... more, give me more..."

I kept stimulating her clitoris, leading her to the peak of pleasure. She arched her back and moaned loudly.

"Aaaah... I'm coming, I'm coming... aah!"

Her body spasmed, and she splashed her juices onto my face. I licked up her fluids and soothed her body.

"Ayane-san, did that feel good?"

"Yes, Professor... it felt so good..."

"I'm glad. But we aren't finished yet. Now, it's my turn."

I stripped off my clothes and stood before her. My penis was already hard and erect, catching her eye. She gazed at it, her face flushing red.

"Professor... it's huge..."

"Ayane-san, try touching it."

She timidly reached out toward my penis. Her hand was small and soft, gently wrapping around it. She moved her hand up and down, watching my reaction.

"Professor, is this okay?"

"Yeah, it feels amazing. Do it harder."

She followed my instructions and began stroking my penis vigorously. Intoxicated by the sensation of her hand, I let out a moan.

"Ayane-san, that's incredible... you're so good at this. More, give me more..."

"Does it feel good, Professor? Do you want to cum in my hand?"

"Yeah, I want to cum... let me cum in your hand..."

While stroking my penis, she used her other hand to knead my balls. Pushed to my limit by the sensation, I ejaculated right into her palm.

"Ah... it's coming, it's coming! Ayane-san—ah!"

I thrust my hips repeatedly, coating her hand in my semen. She smiled as she looked at it.

"You really let out a lot, Professor."

"Yeah, thanks to you, Ayane-san. Thank you."

"You're welcome. But, Professor... you're still hard."

"You're right. Ayane-san, will you let me put it inside you?"

She nodded in response. I laid her down on the bed and spread her legs. Her intimate area was glistening, soaked with my semen and her own juices, waiting eagerly for my penis.

"Ayane-san, I'm going in."

"Okay, Professor... put it in."

I slowly sank my penis into her. Her insides were warm and tight, gripping my shaft. As she took me in, she let out a soft moan.

"Ah... Professor, it's going in... it's so hot... so thick..."

"Does it feel good, Ayane-san?"

"Yes, it feels so good... having you moving inside me..."

Responding to her words, I began to thrust. Her body undulated around my penis, heightening the pleasure. I gazed into her face as I kneaded her breasts.

"Ayane... you're so cute, so sexy. I'm so happy you've become mine..."

"Professor... I want to be yours, too. I want you to hold me... more intensely..."

I granted her wish and quickened the pace of my hips. She wrapped her legs around my waist and moved in rhythm with me. We craved each other's bodies, heightening the pleasure we shared.

"Ayane... I'm coming. Let's come together."

"Yes, Professor... I'm coming too... let's go together..."

I thrust my penis deep inside her with one final burst of strength. She took me fully within her and reached her climax. I, too, released my seed inside her, becoming one with her completely.

"Ah... Ayane... I love you. It's only you..."

"Professor... I love you too. Only you... Ah!"

We called out each other's names and shared a long, lingering kiss—a kiss that seemed endless, reaffirming the love between us.

And so, the relationship between Ayane and me began. At university, we maintained the facade of teacher and student while continuing our secret trysts. She kept our affair hidden from her husband, and I told no one about her.

Ayane was the perfect lover to me. She respected me and devoted herself to me. Her body satisfied me, and her heart healed me. I cherished the time spent with her above all else.

However, neither of us sought a long-term commitment. I didn't want her to leave her family, and she didn't ask me for marriage. We simply chose to desire one another and share happy moments together.

Then, one day, she told me it was over. She had decided to leave her husband and start a new life. I respected her decision and wished her happiness.

"Thank you. I’m so glad I met you."

"I was happy to meet you, too, Ayane. You’ll always remain in my heart."

"I won’t forget you either. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Ayane."

We shared one last deep kiss and parted ways. She vanished from my sight, and I returned to the room alone. Lying on the bed that still held the faint scent of her, I thought back on her.

She was the greatest woman of my life. The time we spent together would be etched in my memory forever. I felt gratitude toward her and wished her well.

And then, I began looking for a new woman. My game never ends; that is simply the way I live.