Onee-san Sensei wa Danshikousei ni Edzuke Shitai - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Prologue I

Everyone has imagined this at one point in their life.

You see someone in trouble on the street, and you wonder whether you should help them or not.

If the person in trouble is a beautiful woman that everyone looks up to and you are able to help her, then there’s no problem after that.

However, I am certain that my relationship with my teacher was not just “a teacher and a student at the same school” anymore because of that incident.

If I see someone in trouble on the street.

If that someone was a “teacher who is too beautiful,” the object of the students’ admiration….

If I were to tell anyone I know about that encounter I had a year ago and the relationship I have had with that teacher since then, I am sure they would shed tears of blood and envy me.

At the same time, of course, they would say and ask me, “When did you have this dream?”

…

It was not long after I entered high school.

When I was about to leave after studying in the library after school, I saw a female teacher in a suit and a woman who appeared to be the mother of a student arguing with each other in front of the staff room.

The parent said, “Kishikawa-sensei, my child had some business that she really needed to do, and I’m sure she had also asked you to let her take some time off from club activities. Why are you now excluding her from the upcoming tournament?”

It seems like a parent is complaining about her child, and because of that, I thought that being a teacher was really hard and that public school teachers were some of the toughest people as public servants.

So, rather than worrying about the teacher, I just thought that her job was tough, and I didn’t mind it that much since it was someone else’s job.

But when I heard Kishikawa-sensei’s dignified voice, I involuntarily stopped in my tracks to walk away. Even from a distance, I could see that she was standing firm and resolute, just like a female knight fighting to carry out her own will.

“Yoshida-san has been absent from club activities since the beginning of this year. And the members that will join the competition are those who have been practicing properly and have been steadily improving their times. And even in the most recent practice session, Yoshida-san’s time was barely enough to reach her classmates’ time. “

It was only then that I learned that Kishikawa-sensei was the adviser to the swimming team.

When I look at her, I’m ashamed to confess that I can only stare at her figure. I know that I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t help but look at them.

Sensei had very large breasts.

From where I looked, since I was looking at her from the side, I could see from below her collarbone that her suit jacket had an unbelievable curve that made me doubt my eyes, and it stuck out in front of me like a mountain. Her overall silhouette was slender, so the bulge in her chest was very noticeable.

Her long, flowing black hair was tied back in a single knot. When untied, her hair would have been about waist-length. And her eyes were filled with a cool light that made me feel as if I would be unable to move if she stared at me.

She was a goddess, indeed.

It was not long after that I learned that Kishikawa-sensei was actually one of the “two great goddesses” at this school, and she was called “female knight-sensei” because of her poise when she stands.

However, Kishikawa-sensei, who appears to be a very strong woman, would have her face clouded by the next comment from a parent.

“You removed a student because she was absent, as she has some circumstances that prevent her from attending the practice, and now you are forbidding her to attend the tournament. Sensei, did you realize?　 This is power harassment!”

“I didn’t mean that…”

“If that’s not the case, then apologize! Because you removed my child from the team, now she wants to quit the swimming club, and at some point, because of what you’ve done, she couldn’t even eat, and I felt sorry for her… even though she didn’t do anything wrong.”

If a club enters a competition and only a limited number of people are allowed to compete, then you have to have a good time and show results. I was in a cultural club in junior high school, but even in that club there’s a competition between the members.

The players who made an effort and showed the results of their training are the ones who will participate in the competition, but their parents replaced and twisted that logic into an issue of power harassment.

I thought that it wasn’t very wise to interfere in other people’s affairs.

But with what was happening in front of me, it seemed that I needed to forget that for a while.