28. Fuyuhara, deal sealed

Sensei, nodding in understanding, suddenly glanced at her stomach, then snapped her eyes back to me in a mild panic.

"Y-Yeah, now that you mention it, that makes sense. If I did get pregnant, I'd planned to take it easy and go on leave after about six months."

"Just so you know, I'm not the type to call it quits after one or two rounds in a night. More tries, better odds, right?"

Whether frequency actually boosted the chances that much, I wasn't sure—but Sensei swallowed hard at my words.

"So, about that time limit condition I mentioned…"

"Oh, right. Lay it out for me."

"How about we get serious about your baby-making after I move up to third year, starting in the summer? Until then, we keep it a regular guy-girl thing—mutually enjoyable, no pressure."

"…Third-year summer onward? So if I got pregnant right away, I'd be on leave by the time you graduate."

I knew I was being pretty damn selfish here, but how would Sensei—or any woman in this world—take it?

She mulled it over.

"But that'd leave only about half a year for trying, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Six months is short. If it doesn't work out, I'd rather start sooner to maximize the chances…"

Fair point.

She was risking her job—getting caught with a student could mean firing, maybe even charges like underage abduction—all for this pregnancy goal. So naturally, she'd balk at a condition that shrank her odds even further.

Alright, easy fix.

"Then let's tweak the terms."

"Y-Yeah. I'd want at least a year."

"No, not like that. How about this: starting from third-year summer, we keep going until you're pregnant?"

"…Huh? You mean…?"

She paused, then her eyes lit up.

"You'd stick with me even after graduation!?"

From my perspective, she'd be the one taking care of me, but I guess from hers, it flipped the other way.

"I haven't decided on a job or college yet, but I don't plan on moving far from here either way."

Sure, part of me still clung to my past-life dream of heading to the big city for a top uni and a cushy job, but settling for work right after graduation wouldn't be bad here.

This world was a cakewalk for guys. According to that booklet, acknowledging kids got you government cash per head—easy money. Being a sugar mommy's boy toy could rake it in too. Why bust my ass for exams, elite schools, and fancy jobs?

Though, I'll admit, I was kinda curious about college life here—the whole campus vibe. If I went that route, I'd aim for some slacker school where I wouldn't have to study too hard. No decision yet.

"After graduation, huh? Then we wouldn't have to sneak around like this anymore. Oh, but dating an ex-student openly—would that be an ethical issue?"

"N-No, that'd be fine, I think. Plus, going out with a young guy in town… it's kind of a dream."

Parading around with a much younger man—especially an ex-student—must've sounded like a romantic thrill to her.

"So, we're good then? You'll agree to the time limit?"

"Oh, absolutely. It's more than I could've hoped for—I almost feel guilty for how perfect it is."

"Let's hope the only thing hitting is my seed, right?"

"…"

"…"

Like with Natsuki-san, I got carried away and butchered the romantic tension of the moment. Sensei let out an exasperated "fuuu," breaking the silence.

"We'll wait until you're in third year, summer hits."

"By then, fall might bring results—so sadly, you probably won't get to flaunt a younger guy on dates too long."

"That's some confidence. Kinda reassuring, though."

I just grinned, not bothering to reply.

*Tonight, I'll prove it with action*, I thought, loading that smile with intent.

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After dinner, we drove to Sensei's apartment.

It wasn't some fancy high-rise, but it still looked pricey enough. As she rushed me through the front entrance—unlocking the auto-lock door and shoving me into the elevator—she clearly didn't want anyone spotting the minor she was smuggling in.

We reached the top floor, and she yanked me by the hand to her door. Fumbling with her keys, she dropped them once before finally getting it open with a shaky clatter.

"Miyagi, c'mon, get in quick."

"Pardon the intrusion."

"Phew…"

She exhaled heavily, relieved we hadn't run into any neighbors.

Her place, by the way, was spotless. Sleek, chic furniture made it look like a model home—polished to a shine everywhere you looked. That whole "shaving" excuse yesterday? Probably a lie. She'd been scrubbing this place top to bottom.

"So, Miyagi… this is awkward to say, but…"

As I glanced around, she made a request: not a virgin, but it'd been a while, so she wanted to take it slow.

I kept forgetting—thanks to my thing with Natsuki-san—that this world was woman-led. Asking to set the pace must've felt pretty embarrassing for her.

No objections here. A female teacher taking charge? What a treat.

"Do whatever you like, Sensei."

"O-Oh, okay."

"Should I ditch the uniform, by the way?"

I was still in my school getup from dinner. I'd assumed we'd head straight to a love hotel, but here I was, dragged to her place instead. Made sense—waltzing into a hotel in a uniform would've been a no-go.

I undid half my buttons, waiting for her answer.

"It'll wrinkle. Better take it off."

Instant response.

"No interest in clothed sex? Could be a fun, naughty vibe."

"Where do you even *get* these kinks…? Anyway, the guilt would outweigh it."

"My bad."

Personally, I'd argue that's why it'd be hot, but she's too strait-laced for that.

"So, should I drop the 'Sensei' too?"

I asked, shedding my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt. She tried to play it cool, sneaking solid peeks at this high school pretty boy stripping down, then cleared her throat with a loud "Ahem!"

"Uh… y-yeah, use my name instead."

Sugar mommy mode, huh? Though she hesitated for a split second there.

Guess I'd roll with her request.

"Then, Miyuki-san, that cool?"

Good thing I'd double-checked her first name after Natsuki-san taught me you can't confess feelings without knowing it.

"Ugh… whoa…"

Her reaction was off. She hugged herself, trembling like she was holding something back.

"Sensei? Er, Miyuki-san? You okay?"

"Wh-Whoa… ugh… T-This is wild. Getting called by my first name by a half-naked student? Really wild."

Basking in the thrill of immorality, huh?

"So, should I go from half-naked student to fully naked? Or do you want to strip me, Miyuki-san?"

"Where the hell do you even pick up lines like that?"

Even as she griped, she stepped closer. I stood by the bed in just black boxers, waiting.

(A/N: Ur balls must be freezing off from all these cliffhangers!!! Must be a shame you won't warm them up with some powerstones for some extra chapters!!!!!)