Chapter 1
Translate this text for me. I am Takumi Nagai, 58 years old. On the surface, I'm a serious university history professor. But beneath that mask lies an experienced playboy. I’ve been with countless women, and to me, every single relationship was just a game to be enjoyed. As I’ve grown older, my appetite hasn’t faded in the slightest—if anything, it has become more refined, deeper.
So, in a way, meeting her might have been inevitable.
It was autumn. The campus festival was even livelier than usual. I was strolling through the campus under the pretext of inspecting the booth run by my seminar students. Pushing my way through the crowd, a particularly eye-catching sign caught my attention: "Refresh Your Mind and Body! Joint Seminar Aesthetic Salon."
That was where I met Mika Yamaguchi.
Inside the salon tent, it was dimly lit and filled with a soothing scent. Sitting at the reception desk, she captivated me the second I set eyes on her. Her glossy, short black hair complemented her pale skin beautifully. Her slightly downturned eyes held a hint of loneliness, yet possessed a mysterious pull that drew people in. Though she had a slender, model-like figure, she also carried a distinct feminine softness.
"Welcome. What kind of treatment would you like today?"
Her voice reached my ears slowly, gently—almost like a calming lullaby.
"Hmm, my shoulders are quite stiff. Do you have any recommendations?"
I played the role of a slightly aging professor to gauge her reaction.
"In that case, I recommend our neck and shoulder massage. It's 2,000 yen for 40 minutes. How does that sound?"
She offered a sweet smile. It was lovely, but at the same time, it felt like she was hiding something behind it.
"I'll take that one, please."
I lay down on the designated bed. In the dim light, she softly approached. The moment her hands touched my shoulders through my clothes, a faint shock went through me.
"Excuse me. I'll apply a little pressure now."
Her hands were surprisingly firm, expertly working through my knotted muscles. Her technique was that of a professional. Yet, within those practiced movements, I sensed an intentional allure. Her fingers would occasionally brush lightly against my neck or earlobes. It wasn't accidental. It was a clear invitation.
"Professor, your work must be exhausting, isn't it? Interacting with so many students every day."
She struck up a conversation while massaging me. She apparently knew I was a professor at this university.
"Ah, well, yes. Dealing with young people takes a lot of energy."
"Still, you look so young, Professor. I can hardly believe you're 58. You look like you're in your 40s."
She said in a slightly breathy voice. This was a clear compliment—and a sign of interest.
"Haha, thank you. But my youth is definitely fading by now."
I purposefully sounded self-deprecating.
"That's not true at all. Your arms are... very impressive..."
Her words trailed off. Then, her hands slid down slowly from my shoulders toward my chest. At that moment, I was certain. This girl was playing the game, too. Every word, every gesture was a calculated temptation.
Now, this is getting interesting.
After the massage, I asked for her name.
"What's your name?"
"It's Mika Yamaguchi."
"Mika-san, you're very good at this. May I come back again?"
I looked directly into her eyes as I spoke. Her gaze wavered for a split second.
"Yes, of course. I'll be waiting for you anytime."
She replied, her cheeks flushing slightly. That expression made her look like a small animal stepping into a sweet trap.
I realized almost immediately that she had a boyfriend. During the massage, I caught a glimpse of her phone screen. There was a photo of her with a young guy. It seems she's the type who, despite having a boyfriend, loves tempting other men. She puts on an act of devoted affection, but deep down, she's lonely and constantly seeking new excitement. In other words, she was exactly my type.
I decided right then that I would break her down. This wasn't just a simple fling. I was going to use all my skill to melt this clever prey right down to her bones. Hiding behind the mask of a serious professor, I would slowly corner her. I couldn't wait to enjoy every step of the process.
A week after the festival, I visited the joint seminar aesthetic salon again, having made sure beforehand that Mika would be there. The moment she saw me, a bright smile spread across her face.
"Welcome, Professor. How can I help you today?"
"I'd like a full-body treatment today. Your technique last time was wonderful."
I looked straight into her eyes as I spoke. She looked away for a brief moment, but quickly recovered her professional smile.
"Understood. Right this way to the private room, please."
The room she guided me to felt much more secluded than the previous setup. It was dim and quiet—a space where you could almost hear each other's breathing. I undressed as instructed and lay down on the bed, wrapped in a towel.
Mika entered the room quietly. The aroma of lavender oil in her hands filled the air.
"I'm using lavender oil today. It has a great relaxing effect."
With those words, she dripped the oil onto my back. The cool oil was warmed by her soft palms as it spread over my skin. The sensation was intensely seductive.
"Ngh..."
I couldn't help letting out a soft sigh. As if responding to the sound, her movements grew slightly firmer.
"Professor... right here? Does it feel good?"
Her voice was noticeably sweeter and more sultry than before. She was blatantly seducing me.
"Ah, that feels wonderful... Mika-san, you really have a gift."
I intentionally called her by name. Her hands paused for a moment.
"Thank you... Professor, your body is so tense. Please try to loosen up a bit more."
While massaging my back, her hands drifted down toward my lower waist. Through the towel, her fingers gently stroked around my hips. This was clearly beyond the scope of a standard massage.
"Mika-san... is this still part of the treatment?"
I questioned her, testing her intentions.
"...It's a special service. Just for you, Professor..."
She whispered softly. Then, she helped me sit up and sat directly in front of me. Her face was flushed deep red, her eyes moist and trembling with desire.
"Professor..."
Without another word, she pressed her lips against mine. They were soft and sweet. I cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth, entwining with mine. Her breath was hot against my skin.
When the kiss finally ended, she spoke out of breath.
"Professor... I... I really like you..."
She gazed at me with earnest eyes. Yet behind those words, I could see the loneliness and a far deeper craving hidden beneath. She wanted me, even though she had a boyfriend. That contradiction only seemed to heighten her arousal.
"Mika... don't you have a boyfriend?"
I deliberately touched a sore spot.
"...I do. But he's not enough. He doesn't understand how I really feel. You're so much better, Professor..."
A sad expression crossed her face—more than enough to ignite my desire.
"I see. Then just for today, why don't you surrender all of yourself to me?"
I rested my hand against her cheek as I spoke. She gave a small nod.
"Yes... Professor. Please..."
In that instant, like a hunter catching his prey, I pulled her tightly into my arms. She let out a soft gasp, but quickly melted into my embrace. The soft touch of her short hair felt intoxicating against my cheek.
"Mika, take off your clothes."
I whispered a low command in her ear. She looked into my eyes and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her pale skin was gradually revealed. Her bra was simple white lace. She took that off too, and then her skirt. All that remained were her tiny panties. She tried to remove the last piece, shyly.
"Mika, don't take them off yourself. I'll do it for you."
My words made her body tremble slightly. She placed her hands on the bed, turning her backside to me. Her posture showed complete submission.
I placed my hands on her buttocks and slowly pulled down her panties. Her vulva appeared before me. It was already wet. Her desire was clearly visible.
"Mika... you're really a slut, aren't you?"
I whispered in her ear. Her face turned bright red, and she shook her head.
"No...it's your fault, Professor..."
"Really? Then what's with this soaking wet pussy?"
I traced my fingers over her private parts and scooped up her love juice directly. She trembled.
"Ah..."
"Does it feel good, Mika?"
I gently nibbled on her ear while softly stimulating her clitoris with my fingers.
"Y-yes...it feels good...ahh!"
She let out a sweet cry. I turned her body face down on the bed and pressed down on her from behind with my full weight. Then I continued, whispering in her ear.
"Mika, does your boyfriend know how slutty you are? That you have a pussy that gets wet so easily?"
"He doesn't know...ahh! Please...don't tell him..."
She choked up with shame and pleasure. Enjoying her reaction, I quickened the movement of my fingers.
"Mika, come. Come with my fingers."
"N-no... Ahh! I'm coming... Professor, I'm coming!"
She began to move her hips in time with the movement of my fingers. And finally, she arched her body like a bow and reached her climax.
"Aaaahhh!!"
Her body convulsed violently. I watched her from above, basking in a sense of satisfaction.
However, this was only foreplay. I would drag her into an even deeper abyss. I would make her heart and body completely mine.
As Mika began to calm down from her climax, I flipped her over. Her face was a mess of tears and sweat, and her breathing was ragged. But her eyes still burned with desire.
"Professor..."
She looked up at me and whispered. Her voice was now a plea for me.
"Mika, it hasn't even begun yet."
I said, and took off my pants. Then I presented my erection to her.
"Mika, clean this for me."
She widened her eyes when she saw mine. But then she narrowed them and leaned closer. First, she kissed the tip, and then she began to lick it with her tongue. Her tongue technique didn't seem very experienced, but that only made it more endearing. She tried her best to take my penis into her mouth.
"Ah... that's right, Mika. Deeper."
I gently held her head and pushed my penis deeper into her mouth. She looked a little pained, but still tried desperately to accept me. Her hot mouth stimulated me.
"Mmm... mmm..."
The sounds escaping from her nose excited me even more. After enjoying her mouth for a while, I pulled mine out.
"Good girl, Mika. Now it's your turn."
I spread her legs wide and slid my body between them. Then I pressed the tip of my penis against her wet, secret place.
"Mika, I'm going in."
"Yes... Professor. Please make me yours."
She said that and closed her eyes. I slowly lowered myself into her. It was surprisingly warm and tight inside her. Her vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly.
"Ugh... Mika, you're so hot inside..."
"Ahhh! Professor... it's so big..."
She cried out in pain. I stopped moving my hips for a moment, giving her time to get used to it. Then, kissing her face, I slowly began to move my hips again.
"Mika, does it feel good?"
"Yes... it feels good... ahhh! More, more..."
She began to lift her hips in time with my movements. Her reaction further satisfied my desire for conquest. I gradually increased the speed and intensity of my hip movements.
"Mika! Mika!"
"Professor! Ahh! I'm coming again!"
Her body tensed again. I was brought to my limits, matching her climax. Then, with the last few powerful thrusts, I released myself deep inside her.
"Ugh... I'm coming!"
"Ahhh! It's hot...! So much is coming out...!"
We held each other tightly, surrendering to the waves of ecstasy. Our bodies, having been engaged in such intense activity for so long, sank limply onto the bed. I held Mika's sweat-soaked body from the side and stroked her hair.
"Mika..."
She buried her face in my chest and nodded slightly.
"...Professor."
For a while, we didn't say anything, simply feeling each other's body heat. Her body was still trembling slightly. I didn't know what state her mind was in right now. She might be regretting something, or she might be harboring new desires.
But that was her problem. I was simply immersed in the pleasure of this moment and the sense of accomplishment from my conquest.
After a while, Mika quietly rose to her feet.
"Professor, it's getting late. I should be going now."
Her voice sounded a little cold. She quietly began to get dressed. There was a hint of sadness in her profile.
"Ah, that's right. You should hurry home, or your boyfriend will worry."
I said, deliberately hitting a sore spot for her. Her shoulders trembled slightly.
"...Yes. That's true."
She finished getting dressed and turned back to me. Complex emotions seemed to swirl in her eyes.
"Professor, please forget about today. I'll forget about it too."
She said this and turned on her heel. I called out to her retreating back.
"Mika."
She stopped, and waited without turning around.
"I won't forget. I remember your warmth, your voice, everything about you."
Her shoulders trembled again at my words. Then, without a word, she left the room.
I remained alone in bed, gazing at the ceiling. Our affair had been more intense and interesting than I had expected. She was a woman skilled at playing games, yet a lonely woman who longed for unwavering love. And yet, she fell so easily for a man like me.
However, this is not the end. She will never forget me. I have been deeply etched into her heart. And I am waiting for her to return, seeking me again.
Her relationship with her boyfriend will surely not work out. She will not be able to forget the excitement I gave her, and her boyfriend's ordinary love will no longer satisfy her. When that happens, she will surely come to me.
I decided to look forward to that day. My face as a serious university professor and my face as a seasoned playboy. Using those two faces, I'll drive her even more deeply, even more mad.
Mika, let's meet again. Until you come to me of your own accord.
I murmured this, smiling contentedly. The autumn night was drawing to a close.
