One day, I was called by my homeroom teacher for career counseling. But the real issue is something else. A teacher who strokes my thighs with a slimy hand. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, and before long my whole body was filled with Sensei... My precious things were getting dirty with Sensei's big things. At that time, I thought that if I listened to what the teacher said properly, I would not be scolded and my father and mother would be happy. Since then, I've been with my teacher almost every day after school.
