Chapter 1
ご提示いただいた小説テキストの英訳です。原文の情景描写や主人公（教授）の心理描写、また登場人物（永井と美月）の対話のトーンを活かした自然な英語に翻訳しています。
The light, nimble roar of the engine echoed through the air as I coasted fluidly through the mountain pass. My beloved car—a black convertible. Basking in the early summer sun, the gentle breeze tickling my skin felt utterly divine. At my age, I’m no longer the speed demon I was in my youth, but this sense of liberation is intoxicating.
“Ah, a drive like this really isn't so bad after all.”
Having wrapped up my lectures at the university, I came alone to this mountain road for a weekend change of pace. Secluded and far from civilization, you’d hardly see a single car passing through on a weekday. It’s almost like my own private circuit.
However, that elegant mood vanished in the very next instant.
From behind, a high-pitched siren pierced the quiet. There was no mistaking it—a police car.
“Wait, here? You’ve got to be kidding.”
My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Sure, I might have been going a little over the speed limit, but surely the police didn’t have so much time on their hands that they’d bother speed-trapping on a road like this. Still, as a university professor, I am a respectable member of society. Deciding to comply peacefully, I pulled over to the shoulder.
The patrol car stopped behind me, and its siren fell silent. As tranquility returned, the sound of a car door opening echoed in the air. Slowly, a uniformed officer began walking toward my car.
As the figure drew closer, I found myself squinting in disbelief. What stood there was something I hadn’t expected in the slightest.
It was a young, female police officer.
“May I see your driver’s license and vehicle registration, please?”
The voice coming through the window was youthful, yet firm and clear. Taking a closer look at her face, I was caught even more off guard.
"Baby-faced" was the perfect description for her adorable features. Her large eyes held a sharp, focused glint, made all the more striking by her somewhat long bangs. Her sleek, long straight hair exuded a natural shine that was obvious even over her strict uniform. The stern authority of her police attire created a exquisite chemical reaction with her subtle, natural charm.
“Ah, yes. Right away.”
Flustered, I pulled the documents out from the dashboard and handed them over. She—her name tag read "Mitsuki Fujisaki"—took them and began typing something into her handheld terminal.
“Mr. Takumi Nagai, living in Yamaguchi Prefecture, correct? You were traveling 30 km/h over the posted speed limit on this mountain road. This road has a lot of sharp curves, making that extremely dangerous.”
Her gaze was sharp. Yet, her words were delivered without shouting—strictly professional, precise, and to the point.
“Ah, my apologies. I’m afraid I got a bit carried away…”
A tension so different from my usual university lectures. My counterpart—a young, beautiful policewoman. This situation stirred an indescribable thrill deep within me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face.
“I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but please be aware that repeat offenses will be met with strict penalties.”
She handed back my documents as she spoke. At that moment, her slender, supple fingertips brushed against my hand. It was a fleeting touch, yet its softness and warmth shot through me like an electric current.
“Thank you very much. I’ll be careful.”
I offered my thanks and restarted the engine. Yet, even as I pulled away, her image, her dignified demeanor, and the unexpected touch of her fingers refused to leave my mind.
Looking back in the rearview mirror, I saw her walking back to her patrol car. Even her figure from behind carried a subtle, alluring charm.
“This… is bad.”
To think that at 58 years old, I could feel something so close to love at first sight. She was still in her mid-twenties. The age gap was undeniable, but rather than a barrier, it only stoked my desire for conquest.
“Maybe I’ll try to run into her again…”
The moment that thought crossed my mind, a faint smirk touched my lips. I stepped down on the accelerator. In that instant, I decided in my heart that this encounter wouldn’t end as a mere traffic violation.
Since that day, my weekends took on a whole new meaning. It was no longer a drive for a change of pace, but a calculated "operation" to meet Officer Mitsuki Fujisaki again.
I drove along that mountain road time and time again. And deliberately, right in front of her eyes, I sped up. At first, it was just warnings, but as the occurrences added up, I could see her expression subtly changing. She began looking at me with a complex mix of irritation, disbelief, and resignation.
“Not you again, Mr. Nagai…”
On the third time she pulled me over, she let out those words. Her voice carried a heavier tone of fatigue than anger.
“I’m really sorry, Officer Fujisaki. But the scenery along this road is just so wonderful, I accidentally push the pedal a bit too hard.”
I offered her an intentionally innocent smile. She let out a deep sigh and checked my driver’s license.
“Are you teasing me? Or do you really just love this mountain road that much?”
Faced with her sharp question, I paused briefly before answering.
“Perhaps both are true. But honestly, getting to see you isn't half bad either.”
In an instant, I saw a subtle blush creep onto her cheeks. She blinked, quickly turning her face away.
“…I honestly don’t know what to make of you. Please, take this seriously. This is your absolute final warning.”
Leaving me with those words, she briskly walked back to her patrol car. Watching her from behind, I knew for sure: she was starting to become conscious of me, too. This game of cat and mouse was leaning in my favor.
Then came the fifth "violation."
This time, her attitude was blatantly different. As soon as she pulled over, she threw her car door open with force and stood directly in front of my car.
“Please, just stop this already!”
Unlike her usual cool composure, her voice resonated with raw emotion.
“Why do you keep doing this over and over…?! Driving so dangerously on a mountain road like this!”
Her large eyes glistened slightly. She was truly, genuinely worried about me. Seeing her pure concern made my chest ache with guilt. At the same time, I knew things couldn't go on like this forever.
“Officer Fujisaki…”
I stepped out of the car quietly and looked straight into her eyes.
“I know I’m in the wrong. But if I’m being completely honest, I did it on purpose just so I could see you. I’m sorry.”
It was a confession. She gasped, completely at a loss for words, her adorable face painted with confusion and shock.
“S-See… me…? But why…?”
“Would you laugh if I said it was love at first sight? Ever since that very first time, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I just couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again.”
I took a step closer to her. She instinctively tried to step back, but her heel caught on the grass along the shoulder, causing her to stumble. Taking advantage of the moment, I gently took her hand.
“Mitsuki Fujisaki. I promise I won't commit any more traffic violations. So please, let me talk to you properly. Won't you give me your contact information?”
In the palm of my hand, I could feel her hand trembling softly. She looked back into my eyes, and as if making up her mind, she finally spoke.
“…Fine. But this is on the condition that you promise never to drive recklessly again, understood?”
Hearing those words, a profound sense of relief washed over me from deep within. She had accepted my feelings. I nodded and released her hand.
“I promise. Thank you.”
She pulled out her smartphone and shyly gave me her number. Looking at the name "Mitsuki" displayed on the screen, my heart leaped with anticipation for what was to come. The number I had just obtained was more than just a contact—it was the key to a new doorway leading straight to her heart.
“So you’re a university professor, then?”
At the cafe table, Mitsuki held her coffee cup, looking at me with genuine intrigue. A week after exchanging contact information, we were on our very first date. A complete contrast from her uniform during traffic duty, her casual clothes gave her a soft, gentle aura. Her pale-colored dress highlighted her youthful and pure charm.
“Yes, I specialize in architecture. I’m used to dealing with stiff, serious students every day, so conversing with a young woman like this feels wonderfully refreshing.”
I replied with a smile. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she tilted her cup.
“Isn’t talking to someone like me boring for you? I’m still just a young girl who doesn't know much about the world…”
Her tone betrayed a sense of modesty, masking a subtle lack of confidence. Despite her career as a police officer, she didn't seem to have much romantic experience. To me, that was incredibly endearing.
“Not at all. Talking with you is a delight, Mitsuki. Hearing about your work as a police officer and things I don't usually get to hear—it’s fascinating.”
“I’m happy to hear that…”
She smiled timidly. Then, in a natural movement, she gently placed her hand over mine on the table.
“Mitsuki… are you fond of physical affection?”
Surprised by the gesture internally, I looked into her eyes as I asked. Without pulling away, she squeezed my hand back.
“…Yeah. I like physical warmth. People often tell me I get lonely easily.”
Her words offered a precious glimpse into her inner self. Beneath the stern mask of a police officer was a lonely girl craving human touch. That contrast captured my heart completely.
“In that case, I’ll give you all the affection you want.”
I wrapped both of my hands around hers. Her eyes narrowed as a blissful expression washed over her face.
“Takumi… you’re so gentle. I’ve always preferred older men…”
This time, her words cut straight to the core. Surprised by her directness, I raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Oh? Well, I’m honored. May I ask why?”
“They’re calm… dependable, and protective… I really admire men like you, Takumi.”
She looked down shyly, but her grip on my hand tightened. Faced with such pure affection, I couldn't hold back any longer.
“Mitsuki…”
I stood up from my seat and sat down right beside her. She looked up at me with a startled expression. Drawn to that defenseless look, I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and slowly leaned in.
“May I kiss you?”
When I whispered the question, she gave a tiny, quiet nod. In that moment, I pressed my lips against her soft ones.
Our first kiss was hesitant and gentle. Her lips were warm, carrying a faint, sweet scent. With her eyes closed, she leaned her body into mine. To honor that trust, I kissed her tenderly, savoring the sweetness of her lips.
After a moment, as I pulled back, Mitsuki’s face was bright red, her breathing slightly rapid.
“Takumi…”
“I’m sorry, was that too sudden?”
“No… I was happy.”
With those words, she softly buried her face into my chest. The gesture was like that of a small animal, sparking my protective instincts even further.
“Mitsuki, I want to get to know you even better.”
Gently stroking her back, I asked for our next date. She looked up, nodding shyly with her eyes cast downward.
From that day on, our relationship deepened rapidly. She was endlessly honest and affectionate. We never missed a day of staying in touch, and whenever we met, she constantly sought physical closeness—holding hands, entwining her arm in mine, or sometimes sitting on my lap to be spoiled. Her proactive physical affection never failed to make my heart flutter.
However, whenever I tried to cross the line, she would almost always pull back, looking flustered.
“I’m… not quite ready yet…”
From those words, I realized the truth: Mitsuki was still completely inexperienced. That reality sparked a different kind of emotion inside me—not a mere desire for play or conquest, but a genuine, sincere wish to treasure her.
Without rushing, I decided to nurture our relationship at her pace, eagerly awaiting the day she would wholeheartedly yield herself to me.
And that day arrived far sooner than expected.
“Can I come over to your place today…?”
That message from Mitsuki was entirely unexpected. Even though we had gone on multiple dates, we hadn't reached the stage of inviting each other into our private homes yet. Given her profession as a police officer, I had assumed she was particularly protective of her personal space.
“Of course, you’re more than welcome. Are you heading over now?”
I replied immediately. A short response came back from her: “I’ll be waiting,” making my heart beat faster. I had a premonition that something was going to happen today.
Her apartment was located in a quiet residential area, a short walk from the station. When I pressed the intercom, her voice responded right away. The door opened, and as Mitsuki appeared before me, I caught my breath.
“…Come on in.”
She was wearing light pink loungewear. It was a stunningly attractive look, completely different from her usual police uniform or date outfits. Her shoulders were exposed, highlighting her soft, delicate curves. Her long hair flowed naturally down her back in a relaxed style.
“…Mitsuki, that outfit looks lovely on you.”
When I blurted out the compliment, her face turned bright red as she ushered me inside.
“I-It’s really nothing special… You came over so quickly that I didn't even have time to change properly…”
Her room was neatly organized, reflecting her tidy personality. Yet, tucked into the corner of the sofa was a crumpled teddy bear she must have been cuddling—a endearing contrast that added to her charm.
“It smells wonderful in here.”
“Ah, it’s a relaxing aromatherapy oil…”
She sat down on the sofa, and I took a seat beside her. She seemed a little nervous, her hands tightly clasped together on her lap. That vulnerability tugged at my heartstrings.
“Mitsuki… Is everything okay today? Did something happen?”
When I asked gently, she looked down and remained quiet for a moment. Then, she finally spoke up.
“…I wanted to get… closer to you, Takumi… I think… I’m ready now…”
The moment I grasped the meaning behind her words, I felt the blood rush through my entire body. She was telling me she wanted to take our relationship to the next level.
“Mitsuki…”
I gently tilted her face up to look into her moist, shimmering eyes. Inside them was a mixture of hesitation and firm resolve.
“I don't have any experience with this… But if it’s with you, Takumi… I know I can trust you…”
That confession struck deep into my heart. She was entrusting the most precious part of herself to me.
“Thank you for trusting me. I promise to cherish you, Mitsuki.”
I rested my hand on her cheek and slowly leaned close. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering softly. I gently pressed my lips against hers.
This kiss was deeper and longer than the last. Her lips gradually responded to mine. At first hesitant, our tongues began to intertwine, exploring each other's. Her sweet breath fueled my excitement.
When the kiss ended and I looked at her face, she had an ecstatic expression.
"…That felt good…"
Hearing her whisper, I wrapped my arms around her and gently pulled her closer. I could feel her body heat and the supple curves beneath the soft fabric of her loungewear. I led her towards the bed.
"Mizuki, is this okay?"
I sat her on the edge of the bed and asked one last time. She nodded weakly and wrapped her arms around my chest.
"…Takumi…please…"
Her reassuring words made me abandon all reason. I laid her down on the bed and leaned over her. Then I traced my lips along her neck and breathed softly into her ear.
"Mizuki... I love you..."
She trembled, wrapping her arms around my back and hugging me tightly. At that moment, I was certain that she desired me from the bottom of her heart.
The night had only just begun.
On the bed, Mizuki's body was stiff with tension and anticipation. I began to caress her body with my lips and hands, gently relaxing her. I traced her soft curves through her loungewear. Her collarbone, the swelling of her breasts, her slender waist. Her skin tingled with goosebumps every time I touched it.
"Mm..."
A small sigh escaped her lips. That sound only increased my excitement. I reached for the buttons on her loungewear and unbuttoned them one by one. Then, a white lace bra appeared. From underneath, I could faintly see the color of her youthful skin.
"Mizuki... you're beautiful..."
I buried my face in her chest and felt its softness through her bra. Then, with one hand, I gently kneaded her other breast. I could feel her nipple hardening beneath her bra.
"Ah... Takumi..."
Her voice grew increasingly poignant. Enjoying her reaction, I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. Her beautiful breasts were revealed before my eyes.
"Ah..."
She tried to cover her breasts with both arms in embarrassment. I gently removed her hands and gazed intently at her naked body.
"Don't hide. Mizuki, your body is so beautiful."
I gently brought my lips to the tip of her breast. Then, I rolled her hardened nipple gently with my tongue.
"Ah...!"
Her body jumped violently. Seeing this reaction, I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it. As I gently nibbled, she said,
"No..."
but pressed my head down firmly. Her reaction was adorable, and while I continued to caress her nipples, I slid my other hand down to her lower abdomen. I searched for her most sensitive spot through her loungewear pants and underwear.
"Ah...ah...there..."
When I placed my finger on that spot and moved it in a circular motion, Mizuki's breathing became ragged, and she began to writhe her hips. I could feel the fabric of her underwear becoming damp.
"Mizuki, this feels good, doesn't it..."
"Y-yes...it feels...good..."
She answered, her face bright red, looking down. I wanted to take off her last piece of clothing, but I thought that if I went too fast, she might get scared. I decided to ask her again.
"Mizuki, is it okay if I take everything off? I want to see all of you..."
She hesitated for a moment, but then nodded slightly. I slowly pulled down her loungewear pants and white lace panties. She kept her legs closed shyly until the very last moment, but then, as if giving up, she opened them.
There, before me, was a beautifully groomed virgin's secret place. Covered by sparse pubic hair, it was already wet and glistening with her love juices, as if inviting me.
"Mizuki...it's really beautiful..."
I let out a sigh of admiration and placed my hands on her thighs. Then I brought my face closer to her center.
"Eh...? Wait, Takumi, that's...dirty..."
Mizuki tried to stop me in a panic, but I held her hands back and gently ran my tongue over her honey pot.
"Mmm...!"
Mizuki's body trembled violently. I watched her reaction as I licked her secret cleft with my tongue. Her love juices had a slightly sour, sweet taste. I enjoyed the taste as I stimulated her clitoris with my tongue.
"Ahh! No, no! I'm going crazy...!"
Mizuki desperately moved her hips, squeezing my head between her legs. Her reaction made me quicken the movement of my tongue, continuing to stimulate the depths of her body.
"I'm coming... I'm coming...!"
The moment she cried out, her body arched like a bow, and her whole body trembled. Then, a torrent of love juice flowed from her honey pot. I savored her climax to the very end with my tongue.
"Haa... haa... Takumi-san..."
Mizuki looked at me with teary eyes. Her expression, while still basking in the afterglow of pleasure, also held a sense of complete relief.
"It's okay, Mizuki. You were so beautiful..."
I stroked her face and kissed her. She accepted my kiss, a little shyly, and intertwined her tongue with mine.
"I... want to see yours too, Takumi-san..."
Mizuki whispered, catching her breath. Her words made my heart leap. I pulled away from her body for a moment and began to take off my shirt. Mizuki was lying on the bed, gazing at me with expectant eyes.
When I was shirtless, she hesitantly reached out and touched my chest. Her hand trembled slightly, but gently stroked my skin.
"Takumi... you're so handsome..."
"It makes me blush when Mizuki says that..."
I laughed and cupped her cheek. Then I guided her hand to the fastener of my pants.
"Mizuki, will you take them off for me?"
She nodded and began to pull down my pants. Then, through my underwear, she gently touched my already hardened member.
"...It's big..."
Her murmured, and my excitement grew even more. Her hand slipped inside my underwear and grasped my hot penis directly.
"Ah... it's hot... and hard..."
She touched my member with great curiosity, feeling its shape. She looked so adorable that I was nearing my limit.
"Mizuki... make me feel even better..."
I whispered this in her ear and guided her head to my crotch. Mizuki seemed hesitant for a moment, but then, as if she had made up her mind, she leaned closer.
"...Is this how it should be...?"
She gently ran her tongue over the head of my penis. The warm, moist sensation sent an electric current down my spine.
"Yes, that's right, Mizuki... more..."
Seeing my reaction, she gradually became bolder. She licked the head of my penis with her tongue, and finally, with her small mouth, she took my entire shaft into her mouth.
"Uh... Mizuki..."
Her mouth was warm, narrow, and wonderfully comfortable. Even though it was her first time, she was trying her best to make me feel good. The movement of her tongue, the strength of her sucking, everything was driving me crazy.
I savored her service as I stroked her soft hair. But I couldn't go any further. The urge to pour myself into her was overwhelming me.
"Mizuki, that's enough. Thank you..."
I pulled my penis out of her mouth and laid her down on the bed. Then I gently parted her legs and placed my hard erection against her center.
"Mizuki... I'm going to put it in... Tell me if it hurts."
She nodded firmly, her face tense. I slowly pushed my hips forward. I felt the head of my penis touch her hymen.
"It'll hurt, Mizuki. But it'll only be for a moment..."
"...It's okay... Put it in..."
At her words, I hugged her waist tightly and thrust my hips in all at once.
"Mmm...!"
Mizuki winced in pain and let out a small cry. I held her body tightly and whispered in her ear repeatedly, "It's okay, it's okay." Her vagina was surprisingly narrow and hot. It gripped my penis tightly.
After a while, seeing that Mizuki's breathing had calmed down, I slowly began to move my hips. At first, she was in pain, but as she matched my movements, her expression gradually melted into one of ecstasy.
"Ah...ah...Takumi-san..."
"Mizuki...does it feel good...?"
"Yes...it feels good...I'm inside you, Takumi-san..."
Her whispers brought me even more pleasure. I quickened the movement of my hips, feeling the twitching, convulsive grip inside her vagina.
"Mizuki...I love you...you're the only one..."
"I...love you too...Takumi-san...more...more..."
As if responding to her pleas, I thrust deeper and harder into her. The bed creaked, and the sounds of our skin colliding and her sweet moans echoed throughout the room.
"Mizuki...I'm going to come...I'm going to come..."
"No...don't...come inside me..."
"I want to come inside you, Mizuki..."
"...It's okay...come inside you, Takumi-san..."
Her permission broke my final line. I held her tightly, thrusting my hips deep inside her, and released my hot semen into her vagina.
"Ahhh...! Mizuki...!"
Feeling my ejaculation, Mizuki also reached her second climax. Her vagina contracted violently, as if to squeeze out every last drop of my semen. We remained motionless in that position for a while.
Eventually, I slowly withdrew from her body. A mixture of my cloudy semen and her blood was slowly overflowing from her private parts.
"Did it hurt...? I'm sorry..."
I asked worriedly, kissing her sweaty forehead. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled softly.
"...It's okay. It hurt, but I was happy..."
She said, gently resting her face against my chest. As I felt her warmth, I was immersed in the joy of having this lovely woman as my own. That night, Mizuki fell asleep peacefully in my arms.
The morning sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the bed. Mizuki was breathing softly in her sleep beside me. As I gazed at her defenseless sleeping face, I recalled last night. Her innocence, and the passion hidden beneath it—everything far exceeded my imagination.
When she woke, she looked at me and smiled a little shyly.
"Good morning, Takumi..."
"Good morning, Mizuki. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes..."
She said, burying her face in my chest. Her gesture was so cute that I instinctively hugged her tightly. Then I whispered in her ear.
"Mizuki, I want to do it again..."
I felt her body stiffen slightly. But then she nodded and whispered "yes" softly against my chest.
The moment I heard that reply, I pushed her down onto the bed. The pain from last night seemed to be gone, and she was ready to accept me. I caressed her body, leading her to climax once again.
The morning caresses were different from last night's; they were slow and deliberate, a savoring experience. I checked each of her reactions, leaving my mark all over her body.
And when I buried myself inside her again, Mizuki whispered a shocking statement in my ear.
"Takumi... I... handcuffs..."
"Huh?"
"I want to try on... police handcuffs..."
At those words, I stopped moving my hips. Looking at her face, I saw she was staring at me with a serious expression.
"Why so suddenly..."
"Yesterday... you caught me, didn't you...? So... I want you to... do whatever you want with me, now that you've caught me..."
I was astonished by her idea. But at the same time, an intense excitement washed over me. A police officer, captured by me, bound with handcuffs. Just imagining that scene made my breathing become ragged.
"...Okay. Let's try it."
I pulled away from her and searched for handcuffs in her room. I found a piece of metal emitting a dull gleam in the pocket of her uniform.
"Are you really sure?"
Finally
Upon checking again, Mizuki extended both hands from the bed. There was something ritualistic about the gesture, and it thrilled me.
I took the handcuffs and fastened them to her slender arms with a click. Her hands were now bound to the headboard of the bed.
"...Takumi..."
Bound by the handcuffs, Mizuki exuded a vulnerable yet alluring charm. Her appearance completely satisfied my desire for conquest.
"Mizuki...Now you can't escape..."
I whispered this in a low voice into her ear. She trembled, and her eyes welled up with tears.
"...Yes. I belong to Takumi..."
That reply blew away the last vestiges of my reason. I began to devour her body. Deprived of her freedom by the handcuffs, she became completely submissive to me, writhing and moaning sweetly.
"Ah! Takumi, not there...!"
"It's not 'not there.' Mizuki, you're mine now, aren't you? I can do whatever I want."
I sucked her breasts, left teeth marks on her neck, and tormented her sensitive parts. She responded to my actions, letting out cries that mixed pain and pleasure.
And then I sank myself into her again. Her vagina, unable to maintain a stable position because of the handcuffs, tightened even more, gripping me.
"Mizuki... you're too tight...! It feels amazing...!"
"Takumi... fill me... with yours...!"
At her words, I thrust my hips violently. The handcuffs clinked, mingling with her moans. This lewd music brought me to the peak of my excitement.
"Mizuki...! I'm going to come...!"
"Let it out... all of you... inside me...!"
Responding to her wish, I poured my hot semen into her deepest parts. At the same time, her body convulsed, and she climaxed with a loud cry.
After it was all over, I removed her handcuffs and felt a little regret when I saw the red marks on her arms.
"Did it hurt...?"
"No... not at all... In fact... it was incredibly exciting..."
She said, blushing, and smiled. Seeing that smile, I felt relieved, and at the same time, my heart pounded with excitement at the thought of what changes this woman would bring to my life.
Our relationship, which began with that traffic violation, had evolved in an unexpected direction. She had become my captive, and I desired all of her.
This was not just love. It was the beginning of a dangerous, yet sweet game, stimulating each other's deepest desires. As I gently stroked Mizuki's head, I looked forward to the days to come. As the man who had obtained the ultimate
"prey"—her.
