Chapter 6

"Mr. Kenji. I will fire you if this relationship continues."

"But-"

"I know they are above legal age. You are a teacher, they are a student. If this continues, you will be banished from the school- and I don't think any other schools would hire you with that on your resume. You know...dating a student."

"I'm sorry, sir. This won't happen ever again. I won't continue ever again, I promise. Just please don't fire me."

"You're not allowed to stay in a locked room with any students ever again. Understand, Kenji?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have a good day. You may leave."

Later, after school...

One ring, then two. Three. It goes to voicemail. I try again. He picks up.

"Hi darling, wanna head over to my house?~"

"No."

"Awh, Kenji, why not?" I whine.

"This whole thing is over. The principal found out about our thing. This is all your fault."

"..."

click.

The call ends. Kenji's heart drops and he fills with guilt. Oh god. What had he done? Even if it was just lust, I loved him...and he had just ended it. He was scared of my silence. He thinks about his job...was it really worth it?

He needed to take a break. And so, after the school day ends, he heads to the bar.

On a Monday? He knew he was setting himself up for failure. But he already felt like shit, and had to take his mind off me. He would just call in sick.

But there at the bar, there I was. And when he drank himself silly, I took him home.

He woke up the next day. We were in the same bed- did I take advantage of him? But he felt perfectly fine. He was in a pair of pajamas. There was a warm heater on. Did I take care of him? He tried remembering. All he could remember was being sat by the fireplace, spoon fed food, and being dressed. I hadn't touched him inappropriately. I was obviously horny, but also a gentleman.

My groan snaps him out of his thoughts. I yawn.

"Morning, Kenji. I'll prepare breakfast, get your stuff ready." I point to a pile of his stuff. Papers and books. Notes. There's a fresh ironed suit. Did I do this all while he slept?

I get up and go out to make breakfast.

Meanwhile, Kenji sits there confused and frustrated. After he had just told me we were quitting, I had been silent with what he thought was anger. Yet I took care of him when he was drunk? He was confused.

As he got dressed and went into the kitchen, there I was, fully naked in an apron...Kenji decided he'd call off today...and every other day.

Who needs to be a teacher anyways?

As he thought about it, he wrapped his hands around my waist.

"Baby...I love you..."

"Love you too? Thought you said we were over?~" I tease.

"I need you..." He mumbles.

"But I'm cooking~" I tease again.

"You're hard..." He groans at the bulge present against the apron.

"Do you want it?"

"...yes..."

"Then get on your knees and beg."