22 My homeroom teacher is too gentle

Following his homeroom teacher, Mizuto said nothing and just followed her quietly. His expression was flat as he observed Nami from behind and thought that this homeroom teacher was plump and ripe. 

Yet, he also wondered what this woman wanted to do. 

He still remembered what this woman had done on the train before, but while he knew she was married, he didn't expect her to be his homeroom teacher. 

With his "Identify" skill, he should know that she would be a teacher at his school, but there was too much information that he could gain from this skill, and why should he bother himself to read her information? 

As it was meaningless to learn about the identity of the pervert. 

Yet, this current situation made him realize how crazy his high school life might become. 

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[Name: Nami Ootake.]

[Job: A high school teacher.]

[Current state: Excited to meet her master.]

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There was a lot more information, but he had a headache when he saw one of those information. 

"Come in." 

Then, soon, they arrived in one room, and Nami told him to enter. 

"This place is?"

"Counseling room. There is something that I need to discuss with you." 

He glanced at Nami's face, which didn't show much change in her expression, and wondered how she was going to play. Still, he didn't activate his skill anymore, as that way, it wouldn't be fun. 

Unlike gaining wealth by using a system, it wasn't fun to get a woman by using a system. 

Moreover, using a system to gain his wealth wouldn't give him much experience to raise his level. However, his interaction with Yume gave him so much experience that his level as a "Merchant" was maxed, and he could choose a 2nd profession. 

In other words, if he could deal with Nami, then his level should rise even faster, right?

"Sit down, Irido-kun." 

He nodded, following her words, sitting on the chair as she also sat on his opposite. 

With her back facing the window, she faced him with a smile. "Congratulations on your admittance." She appeared so gentle, and the strict expression on her face was no longer seen as if the previous strict attitude was nothing but a facade.

"Thank you, Ootake-sensei." 

Nevertheless, he still thanked her sincerely. 

However, suddenly, Nami leaned her body slightly forward, causing two enormous masses on her chest to lay on the table as the cleavage between her chest became even more prominent. 

It was said that the Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon was the deepest canyon in the world. 

Mizuto hadn't seen Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon, but he could tell that the canyon in front of him was the deepest that he had ever seen in his life. 

"Sorry for my sloppy appearance, but I often have trouble with my shoulders." 

Nami rubbed her shoulders, causing her two masses to juggle around like jelly. 

Soft and huge. 

Even if he hadn't touched them, he could tell that they were pleasant to hold. 

"It's okay, Sensei." 

"Thank you." Nami smiled and said, "Then, I am sure that you are curious about why I am calling you here, right, Irido-kun?" 

"Please tell me, Sensei." 

His words might be polite, but his eyes were rude as he stared at her chest in a straightforward manner. 

No, should it be said that he was polite?

After all, his eyes were clear as he wondered about the mystery of life. 

Yet, Nami didn't seem angry at his attitude and still maintained her gentle smile. Only below, under the table, she had taken off her flat and used her sole to rub his shin softly, gently, yet in a lewd manner that would make any young men unable to hold their urge to attack this beautiful teacher. 

As he waited for Nami to say what she wanted to say, he couldn't help but glance at her beautiful, white feet. He saw that each toenail was tinted with a bright red color, making them appear even more alluring. 

Age didn't seem to regress her beauty. Instead, it enhanced her beauty and ripened it like a ripened fruit that was sweet and juicy. 

"As a homeroom teacher, I am happy to know that such a smart student is in my class. You have done well to achieve the 1st rank on the entrance exam and gain the scholarship. I am proud of you." 

"Thank you, Sensei." 

"But..."

After praising him for giving him a carrot, it was time to give him a stick. 

"You should know that a high school is different from a middle school. If you let your guard down, then your grade might decline." 

Her voice was full of distress, clearly showing her concern toward him as she was afraid that his grade might decline.

"I won't let that happen, Sensei." Mizuto firmly answered. 

"It's great. Sensei is happy to know that you are working hard to keep your grade, but you should also need to rest, okay?" 

"Thank you for your concern, Sensei." 

"But I am still worried about your grades..." Nami sighed helplessly, but then, as if she got a good idea, she said, "So how about this? Next Saturday, you should come to my house, so I will give you a private lesson." 

"...private lesson?" The corner of his eyes twitched as Nami didn't hide her immoral intention. 

"Yes." Nami nodded. "What do you think?" 

Mizuto hesitated for a moment, then asked, "...but is it okay? Won't I trouble you? Especially your family since I am sure that you might stay with your family." 

"You don't need to worry." Nami nodded and said softly, reaching his hands and holding it gently like a teacher who cared about her student. "As your teacher, it is my job to help my students. Please don't think of this as a burden for me. As for my family? You don't need to worry. I don't have children, and my husband won't be there." 

What did you mean by those words?

Do you want to make children from my seeds?

As she held his hands, the scent of her perfume invaded his nostrils.

Sweet and gentle. 

"Or... are you busy that day?" 

As he didn't say anything, Nami started to get worried, thinking that she might as well change the schedule, but—

"Is it okay if I come in the evening?" 

Hearing that answer, Nami smiled sweetly. "Sure. You don't need to bring anything. Sensei will prepare everything for you." 

"I think I still need to bring my textbooks and utensils." 

Nami chuckled and let go of his hands. "Yes, please bring as you think is appropriate. 

"Yes, I can't wait to learn biology with you, Sensei." 

"Me too, Irido-kun." 

While she smiled, his face was cold, causing her heart to beat even faster, and her breathing became heavier.

Biology?

How could Nami teach that when she was a history teacher?

Nevertheless, being direct and rude wasn't fun.

"Then, I will go home first, Sensei." 

"Yes, it isn't good to make your stepsibling wait, right?" 

He raised his brow but didn't say anything, only giving a polite nod before leaving the counseling room. 

When the door closed, no one was inside this room except for her, and she couldn't help but reach her hand, put it onto her nose, smell his scent deeply, and then put her other hand into a different place, yet she stopped since as a teacher, there was something that she could do and couldn't do, right?

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When Mizuto left, he could feel that all the blood on his body ran into his nether region and made his penis harden. He would be lying if he didn't feel excited about what they might do during their private lesson. 

Standing in the corridor, leaning on the window sill, thinking that his high school life would be rose-colored, the school was humongous, and other random things as he tried to calm his erection. Still, he had to say his homeroom teacher was a good teacher as she was worried about the grades of her students and even decided to give him a private lesson.

With that thought, it was even harder for him to calm down until—

"Hmm? Irido-kun?" 

Using his bag hurriedly, Mizuto covered his most prominent part.

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Note: 

Frankly, I am not thinking of giving him a fantasy-like job in the beginning. Instead, what I will choose is something mundane. Something everyday. Moreover, I don't plan to do technology first. His first business will be boring and even dull, but it is stable. 

However, thanks for the comments and advice.