Student and teacher... a relationship in which mistakes should never be made... Mochizuki was a serious student, eager to learn, and somewhat mature compared to his classmates. One day after school, Mochizuki was studying alone in a classroom bathed in sunlight. I told her that there was something she didn't understand, but... When she bent forward, I became conscious of her chest, which was visible through the gap in her sailor suit. ``I like you.'' ``Eh...'' ``I like you, the way you teach.'' ``Don't make fun of me.'' ``But...I like you, too. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow.'' It's just to teach you, and I don't have any ulterior motives. No... it shouldn't be... I kept trying to convince myself, but continued to head to my classroom after school the next day. Mochizuki is the same as always. I was the only one who took yesterday's words at face value. I'm a bad teacher... When I looked up from my textbook, she slowly began to take off her sailor suit, revealing a bulge in her chest that was out of proportion to her baby face. This is a classroom... I'm a teacher... Mochizuki is a student... No matter how hard I tried to maintain my rationality, there was no way I could compete with the tight body of a young female student... I sucked on Mochizuki's breasts greedily. I am disqualified as a teacher.