A student and a teacher... a relationship that should never be mistaken... Mochizuki was a serious, studious, and somewhat mature student compared to his classmates. One day after school, Mochizuki was studying alone in a classroom lit by the setting sun. He said he didn't understand something, so I helped him... but when he leaned forward, I became conscious of his chest, which was visible through the gap in his sailor uniform. "I like you," "Eh...," "I like the way you teach," "Don't tease me," "But... I like you too, teacher. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow." It was only to teach me, and I had no ulterior motives... there shouldn't be... I told myself desperately, but I was still floating and headed to the classroom the next day after school. Mochizuki was the same as always. I was the only one who was conscious of the fact that I had taken yesterday's words at face value. I'm a bad teacher... She looked up from her textbook and began to take off her sailor uniform, showing off her voluptuous breasts that were out of proportion to her baby face. This is the classroom... I'm the teacher... Mochizuki is the student... No matter how hard I try to keep my composure, there's no way I can compete with the young female student's firm body... I'm such a wretched person that I end up hungrily sucking on Mochizuki's breasts, completely unfit to be a teacher.