My experience of unexpectedly reuniting with a former student at a Japanese-style relaxation parlor and giving in to temptation, leading to a real behind-closed-doors encounter. I value my position as a teacher, yet I have a personal attraction to young girls. However, I possess enough moral judgment to know right from wrong—I would never touch a student, sneak into changing rooms, steal underwear, or engage in any illegal acts. That's why I go to 'uniform massage' parlors, where I can legally satisfy these feelings. There, I meet incredibly cute girls who look just like the students I teach every day. In small, curtained semi-private rooms, girls wearing authentic school uniforms give massages, pressing their bodies close to mine. For me, it's nothing short of paradise. It's Friday, and after quickly finishing work, I head to my favorite spot. I choose a girl from the photo panel—her face isn't shown, but her pure, innocent vibe immediately appeals to me. When we finally meet, I'm stunned—it's one of my own students, from my very classroom. Fortunately, I'm wearing glasses and a hat, so she doesn't recognize me. I try to stay calm and act natural during the session, but in the tight, dimly lit space, she straddles me, her panties slipping aside as she leans over. Separated only by a thin towel, my groin begins to swell, pressing firmly into her lower body. Gulp. This overwhelming sense of taboo drives me wild. Convinced she still doesn't know who I am, I nervously propose an illicit private session, even though the shop is supposed to be non-sexual. "I've known it was you all along, Sensei. (Laughing)" I never expected things to take such a turn.