The long-awaited two-night, three-day school trip finally arrived, and I headed to Kyoto with my classmates. Sightseeing, meals, and hot springs were all fun, and at night we stayed up chatting with friends about who we liked. As someone drawn to mature women, I couldn't stop thinking about our homeroom teacher, Ms. Yumi Kazama. When I mentioned it, my friends just laughed it off as a joke. That night, after lights out, I was quietly walking around when suddenly Ms. Kazama appeared. Careful not to wake the sleeping students, she slipped into my futon... In the silent room, the distance between us vanished in an instant.