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"Sato-kun, I... I've decided."
During lunchtime, in the usual resource room, Sakurai-san brought it up.
"I'm going to Mr. Shirota's house."
"Eh?!"
I couldn't help but raise my voice.
"I've been invited several times before. 'I want to give you piano lessons,' he said."
"Such... "
I couldn't believe it. Even Sakurai-san had become a target of Mr. Shirota.
"I've declined before because of student council work... but this time, I want to propose it myself."
"That's too dangerous!"
"But, there's no other way, right? To protect Shirogane..."
Sakurai-san's eyes held a strong resolve. She cut off my words of restraint as if to block them out.
"...If possible, something like a small item from his wife's belongings."
"What?"
"I want to know the situation at the Shirota house with my abilities."
In reality, I also wanted to check on the condition of Mr. Shirota's wife. Perhaps there was something in the household...
"I understand."
Sakurai-san replied briefly. She seemed to pay no heed to my concerns.
The sunlight streaming in through the window illuminated Sakurai-san's resolute profile.
I knew I couldn't stop this resolve. It was clear that her friendship for Shirogane had driven her this far.
"Be careful..."
That's all I could say. Sakurai-san just nodded silently. My chest felt tight. Such a dangerous plan...
But, Sakurai-san's mind was made up. No one's worries would reach her now.
For Shirogane's sake. For the sake of the victims.
As I watched Sakurai-san's back as she returned to the classroom, I could only pray that this plan would succeed.
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"I went..."
A few days later, in the resource room after school. Sakurai-san's voice lacked its usual firm tone.
"To Mr. Shirota's house..."
Under the fluorescent lights, Sakurai-san's face looked paler than usual. I noticed her hands trembling slightly.
"These... are his wife's..."
She handed me a Chanel handbag and an Hermes notebook. Both were exquisite items that spoke of their owner's elegant lifestyle.
"I made a mistake with my bag during the piano lesson..."
Her words trailed off. Clearly, something was wrong.
"I pretended to go to the bathroom... and even the bedroom..."
"Sakurai-san, that's enough. It's fine."
I hesitantly touched the handbag first.
In an instantâ.
Images flooded in.
In the study, Sakurai-san stood in front of Shirota's computer, trying to operate it. Shirota approached from behind.
"Sakurai-san, I don't hear the piano. Are you sure you're practicing?"
Shirota's voice whispered in Sakurai-san's ear.
"Eh? N-no!"
Sakurai-san tried to speak words of refusal. But Shirota's hand slipped in, taking her hand.
"Do you want to see Shirogane-san's data?"
Shirota's eyes gleamed. It was a clear desire to dominate. Sakurai-san's body stiffened for a moment before she slowly nodded.
"Alright..."
Shirota smirked and sat down in front of the computer. Sakurai-san followed suit, sitting next to him.
"Let's begin, shall we?"
Shirota's hands danced over the keyboard. Encrypted files opened one by one. On the screen, Shirogane's naked body was exposed.
"H-hh!"
Sakurai-san let out a small scream. Shirota, seemingly unconcerned, played the video. Shirogane's wild form filled Sakurai-san's vision. In the video, Shirogane was thrusting her hips, convulsing, and squirting as she reached orgasm.
"She's so wild."
Shirogane's moans echoed through the room.
"Her G-spot is sensitive, and she goes wild when I thrust into it."
Shirota said. Sakurai-san's expression stiffened.
I calmly watched the situation inside the video while saving it to my phone.
"Mr. Shirota... please stop... I beg you..."
Sakurai-san's voice echoed in the room. But Shirota did not stop. He continued to play the lewd videos of Shirogane and him.
Soon, you'll look like this.
Shirota ran his hand up Sakurai-san's thigh and said.
"Nooo! Stop!"
Sakurai-san protested, her knees trembling.
"You can't just let me go now that you know about this data."
Shirota pushed Sakurai-san down from the chair to the floor.
"Noooo! Stop!"
Sakurai-san screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"No matter how much you scream, no one will come."
Sakurai-san seemed to be resisting, but Shirota's strength forced her legs apart.
"Oh, look at that. The panties of the usually stern student council president are wet, aren't they?"
Sakurai-san turned her face away, trembling.
"What a lewd smell!"
Shirota brought his nose close to Sakurai-san's crotch.
"Could it be that you got excited watching your friend's lewd video?"
"Noooo!"
Shirota slapped her.
"Slap!"
Sakurai-san fell silent after being slapped by Shirota. Shirota removed her blue-striped panties, which were soaked with love juices.
"Splash!"
The love-soaked underwear fell to the floor with a wet sound.
"Ah, she's so wet! The usually stern student council president's pussy is soaked!"
Shirota said, rubbing Sakurai-san's clitoris with his fingers.
"Noooo!"
"Let's take a good look at it."
"Squish!"
Shirota's hand opened Sakurai-san's pussy. The pink flesh walls were exposed, and a white, viscous liquid oozed from the small hole in the center.
"Liar! The Madonna of the entire school, the object of desire for every male student in every grade, Sakurai Misaki's clitoris is so lewd!"
"Amazing big clit!"
Saying so, Shirota took Sakurai-san's clitoris into his mouth.
"Lick, lick, lick."
Shirota's tongue licked Sakurai-san's clitoris.
"Ahhhh! Nnnn! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
In just a few seconds, Sakurai-san reached orgasm. Shirota, confirming this, took out his own member.
"Next, I'll make you feel good."
Saying so, Shirota entered Sakurai-san.
"Ahhhh! Noooo! Stop!"
Sakurai-san's screams echoed through the room. But Shirota did not stop, thrusting into her over and over.
"Feeling good, Misaki?"
Shirota said, squeezing Sakurai-san's breasts.
"Nooo! It's disgusting! Stop!"
Sakurai-san's vision blurred with tears. But Shirota showed no mercy.
"I wanted to see you like this, Misaki."
Shirota began to thrust even more violently.
"Ahhh! Nnnn! Ahhh!"
Sakurai-san's expression twisted with pleasure.
"You're feeling good, aren't you? Your insides are writhing."
Shirota said, then covered Sakurai-san's mouth.
"Nnnn!"
He kissed her while thrusting his penis deeper.
"Nnnn! Nnnn!"
Sakurai-san's breathing grew ragged, and her body began to shake.
"Come on, you can cum now."
Shirota whispered in Sakurai-san's ear, giving her one last thrust.
"Ahhhhhh! I-I'm cumming!"
Sakurai-san screamed as her body arched. She convulsed, squirting love juices from where she was joined with Shirota.
"Huff... Misaki is truly wonderful."
Shirota said, panting but with a satisfied expression.
"Hic..."
Sakurai-san looked up at Shirota with a frightened expression.
"You can't resist me now."
Shirota said, pulling his member out of Sakurai-san.
"Ah..."
Sakurai-san looked at Shirota's member, which had left her body, as if reluctant to let it go.
"But it's not over yet."
Shirota took out his penis again. This time, it was even bigger and harder than before.
"No! Stop!"
Sakurai-san cried out. But Shirota, without listening, entered her again.
I couldn't help but let go of my hand. Nausea rose in my throat.
"Sakurai-san... you did this much for your friend..."
"Don't say it... please. Nothing..."
Sakurai-san's voice was shaking. I desperately held back my anger.
"I'm sorry... I'll definitely delete the data. I promise."
I touched the notebook again, delving deeper into the pastâ.
The notebook revealed memories of the Shirota household.
On the surface, an ideal family. Highly regarded by the PTA, a teacher couple passionate about music education. A father who loves music. A beautiful mother who runs a piano school.
Two daughters who went on to music college.
Butâ.
After the daughters left the nest, the couple's conversations became hollow.
"Junichi, are you coming home late again tonight?"
"Yes, I have a staff meeting..."
"With a female student again?"
"...It's none of your business."
Cold words exchanged at the dinner table. Eyes that doubted each other. And a silence born of resignation.
The memories went further back.
One autumn afternoon. After the brass band practice had ended.
Okada Kazuya, a third-year student playing the tuba. Standing at 190 cm and weighing 95 kg, he was a giant even among the club members.
"Mrs. Shirota, I have something to discuss about the performance..."
"I'm sorry, but my husband is out today for a staff meeting on his day off."
"Mrs. Shirota... I'm sorry..."
"Kazuya-kun, how about some tea? Since you're here, why don't you try playing the piano? It might be fun."
Shirota Misae. 30 years old. With a beauty that could be mistaken for someone in their 20s. Porcelain-like skin. Glossy black hair. Graceful fingers that caressed the piano.
"Mr. Shirota, about this part of the fingering..."
"Kazuya-kun, it's more like this..."
From behind, Misae touched the student's hand. Okada's cheeks flushed. Eventually, the twoâ.
Misae , with her hair wild, rode on top of the giant Okada. Okada, with his endless stamina, made Misae faint. Misae , with her seductive face, invited Okada over and over again.
"Already, you don't have to watch anymore."
I took my hand off the notebook. I couldn't bear to see any more memories.
"Sakurai-san, I'm going to talk to Mr. Shirota's wife."
"Eh? Why..."
"I don't know, but I'll solve everything."
Shirota Misae . Former student, now the proprietor of the piano school "Melodia." In the school, which was a renovated part of her home, there were rumors of an unusual number of middle-aged male students.
Again, the notebook's memories delved deeper.
Melodia Piano School. Evening lesson scene at dusk.
"Misae-sensei, this part is difficult..."
A 42-year-old salaryman from a trading company. Dressed in an expensive suit, the gold ring on his finger a testament to his married status.
"Then, let me guide your hand from behind..."
Misae's sweet voice echoed. The scent of perfume wafted through the air. The student's breath grew ragged.
The soundproofing in the lesson room was perfect. No one could hear...
The next memory.
"My piano school's income is supporting the household."
"... "
"You can't even pay the mortgage on this house with your salary, can you?"
Misae's meaningful smile. Shirota's bitter expression.
The memories continued. Night at the school.
"Misae-sensei, I..."
Okada Kazuya knelt down.
"I'll talk to Junichi-san about it. I'll also take care of your recommendation for entrance exams..."
Misae's smile, like a queen. Perhaps the tendency to control someone was a trait shared by the couple.
Overlapping fragments of memory. Desire echoing in the distorted mirror. Teacher and student. Master and apprentice. A chain of twisted dominance relationships.
"Sato-kun?"
Sakurai-san's voice brought me back to reality.
I'll keep this fact a secret. To avenge the harm done to Sakurai-san, I need to focus on the contents of Shirota's computer.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking."
"...Are you really okay?"
"Yes. I'll definitely protect Shirogane-san too..."
I was cut off by the voices of students returning from club activities in the hallway. Cheerful voices. Innocent laughter. Those voices seemed strangely distant.
We had already known the irrevocable darkness of adulthood.
"Let's go home, Sakurai-san."
"Yes..."
I turned off the fluorescent lights in the resource room. Today's memories would remain in this darkness, never to be spoken of to anyone.
Perhaps that's what it means to grow up.