Chapter 12: Extra 2: Is the Loli Teacher Sexually Frustrated?

Extra 2: Is the Lolita Teacher Sexually Frustrated?

"So, Tachibana-san, do you have someone you like?"

"You've already had too much to drink, Sensei..."

A few minutes had already passed since this strange dinner party began. Drink orders continued, like sixteen consecutive strokes of the soul, and most of the alcohol brought to sensei ended up in her stomach.

I couldn't help but wonder how that tiny stomach in that tiny body could manage that.

Beer, sake, wine, highballs. She'd ordered so many drinks, it seemed like she'd tried every single one on the menu. The colorful liquids in the glasses were now gone, and only the translucent glass revealed the view ahead.

I've heard that mixing different types of alcohol, known as "champon," makes you much more likely to get drunk than drinking normally, but drinking such a ridiculous amount doesn't make it any different.

Unsurprisingly, Sumire-sensei's face is bright red, and she's in a good mood, but she's still annoying me with the drunken sluggishness that only a drunk person can have.

"Isn't it fine? Today is a holiday! Holidays are for drinking. You'll understand once you turn 20, Tachibana-san."

"If I could understand that just by turning 20, I'd be a drinking genius..."

Ah, I can't help but sigh.

I'm generally careful about my everyday behavior, and I always try to use polite language even when I'm with sensei, but when I'm with the current sensei, I can't help but be a little rough around the edges.

To distract myself, I extended my fork further, scooped up a suitable number of pieces of pasta, and brought them to my mouth.

...I've been thinking this for a while, but this is pretty tasty. I really like it.

However, the sight of so many glasses taking up most of the space on the spacious table typical of family restaurants gives me a bit of a headache. My pasta plate looks like it's crying, being pushed aside by all the other dishes.

If you're going to drink this much, it would probably be cheaper to go to a place that offers all-you-can-drink rather than ordering individually at a family restaurant.

When I asked about it earlier,

"Well, Tachibana-san, that won't do."

She said. I wondered what exactly was wrong with that. I was curious, so I dug deeper, and...

"With all-you-can-drink, the amount you pay is pretty negligible, isn't it? A flat rate."

That's a completely meaningless statement. No matter how you look at it, a relatively inexpensive flat rate is a great thing. That's what most people would think, and I actually thought the same.

According to her,

"Did you know? Money feels so good when you spend a lot of it."

...or so I thought.

I knew there were people who spent money to relieve stress, but seeing it up close, it just made me feel helpless and didn't want to say anything.

I had a feeling that being a teacher was stressful, and especially so for Sumire, who was looked down upon in her class, so I somehow sensed she was stressed. But I never imagined that her way of relieving stress would be excessive drinking and spending. 

What's even more boring is that even though she's building up so much stress, sensei is able to handle it all on her own.

Her drinking and spending don't bother anyone. If it goes too far, it could lead to alcoholism or a run-in with consumer credit, but at first glance, sensei doesn't seem like the type to get drunk or spend money in a way that would cause trouble for others.

No, She the one who's currently causing trouble, but she's not that kind of trouble.

So, while Sumire may be a pathetic person, she didn't grow up to be a monster who didn't care about others, but grew up to be an adult with good common sense. She looks like a loli, or maybe even a little girl, but she's grown up properly. How cheeky.

Well, if the stress she's under now increases, her common sense might crumble...

Unfortunately, I can't do anything about it. It's impossible for a student to cause enough stress to ruin a teacher's life.

So, this time is meaningless to me. It's like volunteering, so to speak. It's understandable that I'm not in the mood.

"Sigh..."

"Ah, what's the matter? Sighing, you must have someone you like, don't you?"

"No, I don't have anyone I like."

"Ah, come on, nowadays, all high school girls have someone they like apart from their boyfriend, their so-called "oshi", and a convenient person who gives them money. Aren't those the three sacred treasures of a high school girl?"

"What's your view of high school girls, sensei?"

Is that true? ...Or rather, isn't there one of those three types that teachers shouldn't even consider?

"Haha, you get used to it when you're a teacher. I'm young, but I've been called to the police station about ten times for this sort of thing."

"Huh...?"

"Well, I guess being a woman also means I get called in more often than other teachers."

"Haha," sensei laughed with genuine joy, emptying her entire glass in one go. But her eyes were pitch black, and I somehow felt like I wanted a glimpse into her heart.

"Well, I was really surprised back then. At my previous school, a lively boy in the class and a serious girl who was like the class president were dating, and they were just dating. I was a new teacher at the time, and I was so touched that this kind of youth, like the ones you see in dramas and manga, really existed. Even though I was a teacher, I was secretly cheering them on."

I see. It's true that a romantic drama between a class president-like girl and a lively boy from the sports club is a combination often seen in fiction. The two are confused by their first feelings of love, and spend frustrating times unable to get the word "like" out of their mouths. But it's those moments that make them so precious, a story of youthful spring.

But since it's coming up in this conversation... 

"Around autumn, the police were called, and when I rushed over, I was shocked. The class president, who I thought was an upstanding girl, was walking with a strange old man and was taken into custody by the police."

"Well, how can I put it..."

"Ever since then, I haven't been able to watch school romances. I can't help but think, 'But maybe the heroine is...'"

While sobbing, sensei takes a sip of sake. Sake, served in a way that looks just like alcohol, combined with her appearance, gives off a strong criminal vibe.

...Huh?

"Then why did you ask me if I had a crush on anyone? Do you think I'm one of those foul of your "maybe"?"

It's weird to say it myself, but I wonder what she's talking about.

Maybe she thinks I'm engaging in compensated dating? I'm sure she'll never have a chance to say it before she goes to the grave. Isn't that how a person lives?

But sensei says, "That's not true. What I mean is..." and takes another glass and drinks it all in one gulp, then exhales.

"When I think about this, while a girl is flirting with a boy, what's actually happening behind the scenes... I get really excited. I wonder why, why it doesn't work like that in 2D. Maybe I'm just excited about the idea that truth is stranger than fiction?"

Your brain is completely destroyed, isn't it, sensei?

If you're reading a student romantic comedy and the heroine is being cheated on, you're directly exposed to a plot twist, and a crazy sexual fetish is awakened.

She's excited by fantasizing about a real-life NTR...

And it's her student...

Whoever issued this person's teaching license should have her re-examined.

...Of course they won't, they say there's a shortage of staff every year, right?

…….

Feeling a bit down after hearing about my acquaintance's nasty sexual fetishes, I decided to change the topic.

"So what about you?"

"Oh, me?"

"So, do you have a crush on anyone or someone you're dating, Sensei?"

"Me, me..."

A sip of alcohol... Wait a sec, sensei. I don't know about that. There wasn't any alcohol in the order you received earlier?!

Could it be that while I was stunned by that shocking statement, another shipment arrived?

That's clearly an overdose of alcohol. 

I was about to open my mouth, but sensei spoke first, so my lecture got cut short.

"First of all, first of all, Tachibana-san?"

"...Yes."

"I'm extremely, extremely sorry, but are you serious in asking that from me?"

"Well, yes."

"Do you think there are any decent men who would try to get close to me while I look like this?"

"...I'm sorry."

I'm sorry.

I was sincere in my apology, both verbally and in my heart. Her words carried a whole new weight.

With just those few words, I felt like I'd been given a glimpse of her life.

Of course. At first glance, she may look like a loli, but in reality, this adult woman is the envy of lolicons the world over.

There are probably some people who would prefer a girl of her age with children, though.

And yet, any decent man would use his natural decency to keep his distance from her. After all, if he were to be seen with someone who looks like that, it would cause a fuss or something.

These days, you could be pointed at as a suspicious person just for saying hello to elementary school kids on their way to or from school. A gentleman stays away from danger, so it seems the only people who would approach her are those with a sexual fetish for her looks.

"I've never had a boyfriend in my life, and I've been an outsider since high school."

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone?"

"Yes, I have. I have had some, but when I confessed, I was told so many times, 'I can't see you like that!'"

"Well, how can I put it? The guys you liked were really sincere."

"That's why I liked them!"

She slammed the mug of beer she'd just finished downing onto the desk, then immediately picked up a random glass of alcohol next to her and downed it in one gulp. She was drinking with more energy than she'd had all day.

I couldn't help but hope that the alcohol flowing down her throat would wash away her feelings as well.

"Isn't it okay? Just because I look a little young! So basically, she look young, right? It's the same thing! Isn't that a good thing? Men like young girls, don't they?"

"That may be true, but I think you're a little too young..."

"Here it comes, 'too young!' I've been told that countless times! And it's true, I just remembered! Tachibana-san, listen to me!"

"What is it? I'm not really interested."

"I'm approaching 30, too, and I want a husband more than a boyfriend. I've changed course from dating apps to looking for a partner."

This teacher really does drop bombshells one after the other. She shouldn't have drunkenly told her students that she'd been searching for men on dating apps until recently. Or, more accurately, that she'd been trying to find one but had failed every time.

And now we're talking about something as graphic as finding a partner.

"I was worried about the future, and I wanted children..."

"Don't mention children, considering how you look."

"Children" sounds even more graphic. Honestly, I don't know how to respond to what she says.

What's the right response? I can't help but feel like no matter what I say, it won't work.

"So, the other day I met a guy. He's five years older than me, and he seemed honest and serious... I thought from the start that I'd met a great guy. Then we started talking, and it turns out he was a teacher at school too, so we had a great conversation."

"Oh, that's great. you had a lot of common ground and became good friends. Aren't you happy? Can't we just end the conversation here? I can kind of see the punchline coming."

This teacher is no good. She's so desperate to complain to me that she won't listen to what I have to say.

As we drank, she seemed to be having fun, or rather, laughing self-deprecatingly as her tone heated up.

"So I mustered up the courage to ask, 'Do you have time after this?'! Yes, I was totally prepared to be fucked! I had no dating experience and was still a virgin! I thought that if he took the virginity of a girl he met while looking for a partner, he wouldn't run away!"

"Sensei, this is a family restaurant! It's a restaurant where families come, so you need to be careful about what you say, even if you don't say it loudly!"

"What do you think the other person said then?"

No, I don't want to hear it.

I'm sure she'll tell me some even more inappropriate, graphic stories than before.

But as if to laugh off my thoughts, sensei spoke.

"'I can't marry you because I want children'...that's what he said!"

...Ah, I thought so. 

That's what I thought. The next thing that people who aim to get married set their sights on is a child. It's sometimes described as the fruition of a couple's love.

And that child. I'll spare you the details, but the way a child is made is the same all over the country, no, the world.

Sumire-chan, sensei, becomes pregnant and gives birth. To summarize it all, this is the what-if story. Yes, sensei becomes pregnant. This loli body, you see.

A forced birth not only harms the child, but also the mother. It's easy to associate it with miscarriage and stillbirth.

Normally, it's hard to ask a girl like that to have a child.

If you could say that, it would be a difficult decision after a long relationship with sensei and deep feelings for each other.

At the very least, there's no way you could tell a woman you met for the first time at a matchmaking event that you wanted her to have a child, even though you were aware of the possibility of stillbirth. 

In fact, it was a much more honest response than just letting things flow and throwing her away. The other person said they were a teacher, so they were a respectable person.

"I'm glad he was honest."

"He was honest! That's why it's even more disappointing!"

The alcohol just kept disappearing. Even though it had been refilled just a moment ago, the empty glasses on the table were filling up again.

"I backed off, saying I'd try my best and have children, but he got scared away!"

"Well, it's pretty scary when someone you just met says something like that."

You go on a matchmaking date, and the other person is a loli, and they invite you out to a hotel, and when you honestly refuse, they beg you to marry them and promise to have children. That's a fear that even a cute appearance can't hide. 

"...Ah, hey, sensei! That's not okay!"

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Perhaps because the alcohol on the table had disappeared, sensei grabbed her tablet again and was about to order a large quantity of alcohol again, so I snatched it from her hand.

If I let this continue, it would be dangerous. For both my mental health and the bar.

"No more alcohol for today, you've had too much to drink."

"Come on, I cyan still drinnkk!"

Perhaps because she was high on alcohol, her speech was slurred and tongue-tied, just like a child's.

It may seem cute to an outsider, but it was making me break out in a cold sweat.

"You'll never get married if you keep up that drinking and spending habit!"

"Hmmmm..."

Marriage.

The fact that she stops moving when I bring that up suggests that it's a real concern for her.

But I can't sympathize with her. I think it would be best to pay the bill and leave the bar now. It's already completely dark outside.

I gulp down the remaining water in my glass.

But then, as if mustering her last bit of strength, sensei drops the biggest bombshell yet.

"With each passing year, my sexual desire gets stronger..."

"Pfftt!?"

I spit out the water I was drinking.

I coughed, the water got in a weird place and I can't stop coughing. What kind of thing does this drunk teacher say so suddenly! 

"I've been trying really hard to find a man, but I just can't get any, and my sexual frustration is building..."

"Sensei, let's stop talking about that now! This is definitely not something to be discussed in public!"

"None of the nice guys will pay any attention to me..."

Sensei hiccuped lightly. Her cheeks were flushed, and her skin was a deep crimson, somehow sexy. Her eyes were wet, and her hair was messy, probably from moving around too much while talking.

I swallowed hard.

"If men don't work... how about women?"

.....

Her alluring figure made me, I...

"Stop talking nonsense! Let's get you home!"

"Ahhhh?!"

I made her stand up without any emotion whatsoever.

Well, it's not like I'm saying no just because she's a loli. I'm a bit frustrated myself.

But I'm not so stupid that I don't think about the embarrassment I've had so far and the smell of alcohol now.

I can assure you, if I were to make a move on sensei in this condition, I'd definitely end up with vomit thrown all over me. I don't want my first experience to taste like vomit.

So I made the reluctant sensei pay, put her in a taxi, and headed home.