The long-awaited two-night, three-day school trip, I had come to Kyoto with a group of close friends. Sightseeing, cooking, baths, everything was fun. And as night fell, we were having our usual conversation about who likes whom. I, who likes mature women, was interested in my homeroom teacher, Mr. Kazama, but my friends made fun of me for it. Amidst all this, after the lights were out, Mr. Kazama came to my side. Whether he knew about my feelings or not, while glancing at my sleeping friends, he slipped into my futon...
