My grades were failing, and I didn't have enough attendance days. In a hopeless state, I was told not to tell anyone and was secretly called to a hotel by my homeroom teacher, Mr. Shii. He wore glasses and seemed strict, so honestly, it was surprising, but he said he would handle it with special private tutoring so I wouldn't have to repeat the year. Not knowing what to do, I fidgeted, and when the teacher touched my skin, I got goosebumps. A side of the teacher I had never seen before. As a virgin, my heart was pounding.
