To uphold my position as a teacher, I always maintained a proper distance from my students. However, one day, seeing her on the train deeply stirred my emotions. She was a serious, gentle, and pure schoolgirl who looked natural with a book in hand. Her face, skin, personality, scent, uniform, and slender, pale legs—everything about her shook me. I witnessed her being groped by a molester, and seeing her distressed expression strangely aroused me. Despite having a wife, I couldn't resist—my clear-headed, innocent student drew me in. Forgetting my ethics as a teacher, I touched her body. Later, when I heard her whisper, "More... I want more groping," I gave in to her desire, actively caressing and touching her. I thought my life as a teacher was over, but her presence continued to pull me deeper and deeper.