43. The Boy Who Transferred to Our Class Was an Angel (Fuyuhara POV 4)

I stood again, turning my back on Miyagi.

"Quit screwing with me."

Last warning.

"Say sorry, and I'll let it slide."

But he doubled down.

"I like you."

What if… this is real? A guy—a younger guy—confessing, knowing full well I'm his teacher?

A woman who drags that out of a man should drop dead. But—impossible! No way!

My brain shorted out. How do I play this? Scold him as a teacher? Reject him as an older woman? Or… take it as a woman, plain and simple?

I'd pick the last one if I could. But—but—!

Words failed me. He took my silence as a no—face down, sobbing, crumpling off the desk to the floor. Shit, shit, shit.

"I get it! A kid like me doesn't stand a chance!"

His voice choked out. "N-No, that's not it!" I rushed over, denying it hard.

I'm the one who's out of her league. Stop saying stuff that makes me want to ditch my job, my life, and kidnap you, you damn angel!

There's gotta be something—some fix for his pent-up mess. Me? Karate. Pounding out thrusts to burn off lust. Didn't work much, but licking wounds with my stressed-out senpai helped a bit. Sports—tell him that.

He stood, face twisted. "M-Miyagi?"

"I get it… I'll find someone else."

"Someone else!?"

"I can't tell classmates this. TV said online boards have good people."

Sugar-mommy hunting!? No—no way! I can't let this angel fall into that cesspool!

My pleas flopped. He muttered, resigned, "I need a kind older sister. You don't get my pain, Sensei…"

Guh.

"Wait—hold on!"

I blurted anything to stop him. He latched on.

"Then… be my older sister?"

He took it as me signing up for his "sister" gig.

I mean—yeah, I'd kill to! I'm the one begging to be your "sister"!

"Me, your… No, wait! Let's talk to Yamazaki tomorrow!"

Safest move—for both of us. This spiral's bad news.

"You promised not to tell anyone."

"I did, but—"

Guh. True. Didn't think Yamazaki'd be off-limits back then.

"Shouldn't have asked you…"

That murmur hit like a fist to the skull—harder than senpai's roundhouse. Shock nearly blacked me out. I cracked.

"Okay, okay, fine!"

My real feelings slipped. "You'll… be my sister? For real?"

Is this okay—really okay!? Exposed, I'm fired—obscene conduct? Underage abduction? Jail, guaranteed.

But—this chance won't come again! Sucking up to old creeps for cash, ignored half the time—my heart's worn thin. Then this angel drops in, whispering love? No woman resists that—try it!

So—I chucked my life. Swept up, sure, but betting on something worth it.

Fulfilling his "needs" means bed. Condoms, obviously, but if this lasts till he's legal, maybe he'd help me conceive. No dating, no claiming—just a fat payout if it works. He might feel something for me after years.

Selfish, shitty math—I'm a disgrace as a teacher. Still, I muttered, "Uh… yeah."

Guilt muddied it—choppy, weak. But I'd just greenlit his fantasy, my choice clear.

I'm man-starved too, but I won't pounce. He's young, overflowing—I'll match his pace, keep it gentle. My last shred of adult pride.

Then—he shoved me down, right there.