Chapter 1
Here is a natural, literary English translation that captures the tone, subtle tension, and nuance of the original story:
It was exactly two months after we first met in a university class when I visited my girlfriend Yuna’s place for the first time.
For a 58-year-old like me, meeting Yuna, an 18-year-old nursery school teacher, felt like nothing short of destiny.
"Welcome, Professor. Ah, please take off your shoes right there."
Greeting me at the entrance, Yuna smiled elegantly as she watched me unlace my shoes with a practiced ease. Her manner of speaking was always slow and deliberate, which only heightened her intellectual charm. Every time her black ponytail swayed, I was reminded anew of her youth and vitality.
"Thank you so much for taking the trouble to come today. See? I was waiting for you."
She guided me into the living room and had me sit on the sofa. On the table were homemade cookies and freshly brewed tea, prepared with care. Her thoughtfulness warmed my heart.
"Not at all. I was really looking forward to trying your cooking, Yuna."
"Hehe, if you praise me that much, you're going to make me blush."
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she narrowed her eyes behind her glasses. She was naturally sociable and friendly, but I wondered if this endearing, honest reaction was a special side reserved only for me. I had heard she had a boyfriend, though I hadn't asked much about how that relationship was going lately. Still, I could somehow tell that she deeply valued the time she spent with me.
"Even so, your place is so clean, Professor. It feels much more... mature than I expected."
"You think so? It's just because I live alone, so I don't have many belongings."
I gave a light chuckle as I took another look around the room. Indeed, Yuna's room was far neater than one might expect for a young woman's apartment. It featured soft, muted interior colors with just a few cute plush toys, and the bookshelf was lined with professional texts on early childhood education.
"Professor, you're always like that... so kind."
She spoke up suddenly. In her voice, I caught a hint of a complex emotion, quite different from her usual relaxed tone.
"Kind? What makes you say that?"
"Because... you always listen to me so attentively, Professor. You never think my slow way of talking is boring..."
Looking down, she traced her finger along the edge of the saucer. Something about that gesture struck me as intensely alluring, and I unwittingly swallowed hard.
"I find your way of speaking very soothing to listen to, Yuna. Besides, you're very smart, and your passion for teaching really comes through."
I gently took her hand. It felt small and warm.
"Professor..."
She looked up, gazing straight into my eyes. Her eyes behind her glasses seemed to waver. She was an 18-year-old girl with a boyfriend. I was the same age as her father. I knew full well that this relationship wasn't right. Yet, I couldn't resist the tension flowing between us and the special look she gave me.
"Yuna, are things... going well with your boyfriend?"
I ventured to ask, hesitant. The question threatened to shatter the equilibrium between us, but the desire to confirm her true feelings compelled me forward.
"...No, they're not," she replied in a quiet voice after a brief silence. "He's the same age as me, but... he can't keep up with my conversations. He doesn't seem interested in my dreams or my work..."
Her words were steeped in deep loneliness. She was a romantic who sought a passionate love, but her boyfriend couldn't offer that. The gap was clearly hurting her.
"I... respect you, Professor. You're mature, kind... someone who truly understands me..."
She squeezed my hand tightly. In that moment, something inside me collapsed with a crash.
"Yuna..."
I sat down next to her and drew her slender shoulders into an embrace. Without resisting, she buried her face in my chest. Her hair smelled faintly of sweet shampoo.
"Professor... am I bad...?" she asked in a trembling voice. It sounded as if she were begging for forgiveness, yet at the same time, inviting me in.
There was no turning back now. I was completely drowning in her youth and her pure, desperate longing. I gently lifted her chin and brought my face close to hers. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. That defenseless sight drove me wild.
"Yuna..."
I softly pressed my lips against hers. Gently at first. As she responded, I deepened the kiss, pressing harder. Her lips were soft, warm, and felt like ripe fruit. With unpracticed hands, she clutched at my shirt—an act I found unbearably endearing.
When the kiss finally broke, she stared at me with tear-glistening eyes, breathlessly.
"Professor... more..."
Those words were a complete declaration of trust. I wrapped my arms around her and stood up from the sofa.
"...Shall we go to the bed?"
She gave a small nod. That nod meant that our relationship could never go back to the way it was before.
I was led into the bedroom and sat on the edge of Yuna's bed. She stood before me, looking shy. In the dim light of the room, her silhouette seemed somehow mystical.
"Yuna... um... would you take off your clothes for me?"
She nodded at my words and slowly lifted the hem of her T-shirt. First to appear were her ample breasts, encased in a white lace bra. The cleavage was deeper than I had expected, and it captivated my eyes. She completely removed her T-shirt and reached for the hook on her skirt.
"I'm embarrassed..."
She murmured, looking down. That gesture highlighted her youth and excited me even more. As her skirt fell to the floor, she was left in just her underwear. A white lace bra and matching panties. The contrast between her slender waist and ample hips was truly artistic. Her beautiful buttocks were firm and plump, exuding an irresistible allure.
"You're beautiful, Yuna..."
I let out a gasp of admiration. Perhaps encouraged by my voice, she reached for the clasp of her bra. As the clasp came undone, the bra fell, revealing her ample breasts. Their shape was perfect, and her nipples were already hard.
"Professor..."
She looked at me, covering her breasts with both hands. Her expression was a mixture of shame and anticipation, very sensual.
"Show me more..."
I urged her. She reached for the last piece of clothing, her panties, and slowly pulled them down to her knees. Then she pulled them off her legs. There, her private parts, with their trimmed pubic hair, were revealed. They were a youthful pink color and appeared to be already moist.
"Ah... Yuna..."
I involuntarily called her name. Still naked, she approached the bed. With every movement of her glamorous body, her ample breasts and buttocks swayed. I hugged her and kissed her again. This time, more intensely, greedily. She wrapped her arms around my neck and responded desperately.
I laid her body down on the bed and buried my face in her beautiful breasts. I nuzzled my cheek against her soft skin and took her hardened nipple into my mouth.
"Ah... Professor..."
Yuna let out a sweet moan. As I listened to her voice, I rolled her nipple with my tongue, occasionally lightly biting it. I could feel her body trembling in response.
"Professor, it feels so good..."
She whispered slowly. Those words only fueled my sense of transgression. I lifted my lips from her breasts and traced my tongue down her flat stomach. And finally, I reached her private parts.
"Yuna... this is beautiful too..."
I spread her legs wide and gazed intently at her center. Her wet petals glistened with nectar, as if inviting me. I gently traced the cleft with my finger.
"Ah..."
Yuna let out a small gasp. Her reaction excited me even more, and I slid my finger inside. Inside her was hot and tight, gripping my finger tightly.
"Ah... Yuna... it's warm inside too..."
As I moved my finger, I ran my tongue over her private parts. It tasted slightly sour, yet somehow sweet.
"Ah... Professor... no... I can't... it feels too good..."
Yuna writhed her hips, seemingly approaching her climax. I intensified the movements of my tongue and finger, pushing her to the brink.
"It's okay to come, Yuna... just go ahead and come..."
At my words, her body tensed. And the next moment, she arched her back and let out a loud cry as she reached her climax.
"Ahhh...!"
Her body convulsed repeatedly. I watched it all, savoring her juices. Waiting for her to calm down, I sat up and took off my clothes. My body was old, but I'd been working out since I was young, so it probably looked decent.
"Professor..."
Yuna looked at me with a flushed face. Her eyes were wet with desire.
"Yuna... I'm going in..."
I slid my body between her legs and pressed my already hardened member against her opening. She nodded. I slowly pushed my hips forward. Her opening was very tight, gripping me tightly.
"Ah... it's... big..."
Yuna cried out in pain.
"Are you okay? Tell me if it hurts"
I asked worriedly, slowly letting myself be swallowed up inside her. Her vagina was hot and wet, clinging tightly to me as if welcoming me. Finally, when it was completely inside me, I let out a sigh of relief.
"Yuna...it's all the way in..."
"Yes...Professor..."
She nodded slightly in my arms. I kissed her lips and slowly began to move my hips. Gently at first. Watching her reaction, I gradually increased the rhythm.
"Ah...ah...Professor...ahh..."
Yuna's moans echoed in the room. Her voice led me to even greater heights. I kneaded her ample breasts and increased the intensity of my hip movements. The bed creaked loudly.
"Yuna...Yuna...does it feel good...?"
"Yes...it feels good...more...give me more..."
In response to her pleas, I thrust my hips even harder. Her vagina gripped me tighter, refusing to let me go. I placed her legs on my shoulders and thrust deeper.
"Ahh! Right there... Professor...!"
She cried out loudly. At that moment, her vagina began to contract strongly around my member. She was about to reach another climax.
"Yuna... I'm about to... come..."
"Yes... Professor... please... come inside me..."
Her words were the trigger. I mustered my last bit of strength and released everything I had into the
depths of her body. It was an intense climax, like everything I had been holding in for a long time was being released all at once. Yuna also felt my heat and, trembling, reached another climax.
After our intense passion, we lay entangled, covered in sweat. A thick scent of love lingered in the room. Yuna’s head rested in the crook of my arm, and I could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing against my chest.
"Professor..."
After a short silence, she called out to me in a small voice.
"What is it?" I replied, gently stroking her hair.
"...I’m so happy."
Saying this, she nuzzled her face into my chest. I could tell those words came straight from her heart.
"Me too, Yuna..."
I held her body tightly. This moment was priceless. Any thought of her boyfriend had been pushed to the far corners of my mind. We were simply devouring this time, drinking in each other's warmth.
"Professor... will I see you again...?" she asked anxiously. In her question lay the earnestness she brought to love.
"Of course. Yuna... I want to be with you so much more."
I looked down into her face and gave her my answer. She smiled in relief and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. That kiss felt like a promise of the passionate relationship that was surely about to begin between us.
me.
The night was only growing deeper. I reached out and gently traced my hand over her young, beautiful body once more, eager to make her mine again. She squirmed playfully as if tickled, yet she made no move to escape my embrace. That night, we desired each other and joined together again and again.
It was just before dawn when I left her apartment. She walked me to the front door, clinging to me one last time, reluctant to let me go.
"Professor... please get home safely."
"I will. You keep warm too, Yuna."
I stroked her hair and shared a final kiss. It was a kiss charged with a desperate longing to see her again.
Leaving her home, I walked through the cool morning air, reflecting on the night before. An 18-year-old girl and a 58-year-old man. That age gap, and the existence of her boyfriend. This relationship certainly wouldn't be easy. Yet, I was on the brink of being completely consumed by Yuna's pure passion and the affection she showered upon me.
This was neither a grand romance nor a long-term commitment. It was merely the beginning of a passionate affair—a fleeting moment surrendered to heat. But that heat had undeniably awakened my aging body. From the bottom of my heart, I was looking forward to seeing her again. To continuing this sinful, yet sweet, relationship.
