During summer vacation remedial classes, I spent my days skipping out in the nurse's office bed, thinking makeup sessions were a waste of time—especially in a classroom with no air conditioning. But Ayaka-sensei never gave up on me. As she gradually began to care for me deeply, I started seeing her not just as a teacher, but as a woman. Our relationship crossed the line between student and teacher, leading us into a secret, intimate world of our own. Sweating and craving each other, our blissful days together were not meant to last.