師匠の高校時代　Master's high school years

「可愛い…」
僕は思わずその写真に見惚れてしまった。
でも待てよ…、これってもしかして…
青みがかった髪…宝石のような瞳の色、そして道着の中に何も着ていない無神経さ…
間違いない。これは師匠の昔の写真だ。
他にもあるかもしれない。
僕はもっと師匠の昔の写真を見たくて物置を漁り続けた。そしたら…とんでもない写真を見つけてしまった。
「こ、これはいったいなんなんですか！師匠！」
僕は血相変えて物置を飛び出し、その写真を師匠に突きつけた。
「おー、これは高校時代じゃな？こんな古いものがどこにあったのだ？」
ところが師匠は何食わぬ顔でそれを受け取り、ニコニコして写真を見つめている。
違うでしょ！問題はそこじゃないでしょう！
「な、なな…、なんでおっぱい丸だしで写真撮られてるんですか！」
問題の写真を指さして僕が問い詰めると、師匠は不思議そうな顔をした。

「そりゃ稽古の後だから汗ぐらいかくだろう。タオルを渡されたから汗を拭いているだけだ。何の不思議がある？」
「どうしてそこを写真に撮られてるんですかって話ですよ！」
僕の剣幕とは対照的に師匠は呑気に顎に指を当てて考え込んだ。
「んー…この時は高校の空手部の試合に助っ人で出ることになったので、下手な試合はできないと思って兄弟子に空手ルールの組手に付き合ってもらっていたのだ。その稽古の後だ。その兄弟子は写真を取るのが趣味でな。昔から稽古中やその後の姿とかをよく撮ってもらっていたからこの時も…」
上半身裸の写真を撮られても何とも思わないなんて、師匠は本当にどうかしている。
「そ、その兄弟子はいまどちらに？」
裸を撮られても平気ならひょっとしてその相手は今の旦那さんなのでは？と邪推した僕が尋ねると師匠は首をひねった。
「いや、そういえばこの写真を撮ってもらった後、その兄弟子が『最近の空手は組技もOKになったらしいからその対策もしよう』と急に言ってきてな。答える間もなく組みついてきたのだ。」

それってもしかして…
僕はごくりと喉を鳴らして師匠の話の続きを待った。師匠は「えーと…」と一生懸命過去の記憶をほじくり出している。
「それで私も反射的に投げ飛ばして、倒れた相手に追い突きまでかましてしまった。兄弟子は打ちどころが悪かったのか動かなくなってしまってな、稽古に付き合ってくれた相手に悪いことをしてしまった。」
師匠はそう語ると珍しくしょんぼりしていた。多分本当に申し訳なく思っているのだろう。僕は師匠のズレっふりにため息が出た。
「その日以来その兄弟子は姿を見せなくなってしまった。恐らく無礼な私に腹を立てて道場を辞めてしまったのだろう。親切で優しくていい人だったのに残念だ。この写真は後日私宛に封筒で彼が送ってくれたものだ。『いつでも君を見ている』という手紙も添えてあった。」
師匠はまるで美しい思い出を語るみたいに懐かしそうにしているけど、僕はドン引きしていた。
いやいやいや！それってストーカーですよね？

「そ、その後…、変な事件に遭遇したりしませんでした？」
僕が恐る恐る尋ねると、師匠は驚いたように頷いた。
「よく知ってるな！その一ヶ月後くらいだったか、雨の日の学校からの帰り道で覆面姿の暴漢に襲われた事があった。相手は五人くらいいて、近くの車に引きずり込まれそうになったが、全員ぶちのめしてやったのだ。そいつらの一人は『好きなんだ！』とか気色悪い事を喚きながら逃げていったが…」
師匠は無自覚にストーカーを撃退していたらしい。流石だ。
「そうでしたか…、ご無事でなによりです。物騒で嫌ですね。」
僕は曖昧に笑いつつ写真を彼女から取り上げて胸ポケットにしまった。
「おい、待て。その写真はどうするつもりだ。」
師匠が目ざとくそれを問い詰めてきて僕はギクリとした。ぎこちない笑顔で彼女を振り向く僕。
「懐かしい思い出のようなので、物置の引き出しに戻しておきますね。」
僕がそう言うと、師匠は安心したようにテレビに視線を戻した。
「アルバムもないからな、それが良かろう。」
師匠の背中を見つめながら僕は胸をなでおろす。
こんな貴重な女子高生師匠のおっぱい写真を物置に眠らせておいたら人類にとっての損失です。
この後、この写真はちゃんと高解像度でスキャンして僕のお宝フォルダーに大切に保管させていただきました。

I have a room in my house that the master used to sleep in when she was training at this dojo.
That room has been unused since she left the dojo and is now a storage room.
The master should have lived in this room again, but she said, "It smells musty, and I don't want to clean up the room." She is sleeping on a futon in the room next to the living room instead of in this room.
When I cleaned this room, which had become a storage room, I found a picture in a drawer.
It was a picture of a beautiful girl with short hair wearing a karate uniform.
The girl had a smile on her sweaty face and was beaming. She did not seem to be wearing a T-shirt inside her karate uniform, and the bulges of her ample breasts were visible through the gaps in her uniform.

"She's so cute..."
I couldn't help but admire the picture.
'But wait...could this be...?'
The bluish hair... the jewel-like color of her eyes... the insensitivity of not wearing underwear...
No doubt. This is an old photo of Master!
'There may be more.'
I wanted to see more old photos of my master, so I kept digging in the storeroom. And then... I found an extraordinary picture.
"What in the world is this? Master!"
I ran out of the storeroom in a panic and confronted him with the photo.
"Oh, this is from high school, isn't it? Where did you find something this old?"
But my master took it without a care in the world and stared at the picture smiling.
"No, that's not it! That's not the problem, is it? Why are you being photographed with your tits bare?"
Pointing at the photo in question, I questioned him, and he looked at me strangely.

"It's after practice, so it's only natural to sweat," he said. I was given a towel, so I'm just wiping my sweat off. What's so strange about that?"
"Why is that moment being photographed?"
In contrast to my sword fight, the master put her finger to her chin and pondered.
"I was going to assist my high school karate club in a match, so I was asking my senior disciple to join him in a karate rules kumite. After that practice. The senior disciple was a photographer. He used to take pictures of me during and after practice, so this was one of those times..."
The master must really be crazy to think nothing of having a picture of her upper body taken of her.
"Where is this senior disciple now?"
If she doesn't mind being photographed naked, then perhaps he is her current husband? I asked her, and she twisted her head.
"After having this picture taken, the senior disciple suddenly said, 'I heard that recently we are allowed to use wrestling techniques in karate matches. So let's practice that too! ' Before I could answer, he hugged me."

'Could it be...?'
I cleared my throat and waited for the master to continue. The master was trying her best to dig up memories of the past, "Well..., So I reflexively threw him off, and even punched his downed opponent with an extra punch. He got stuck, perhaps because of a bad hit, and I felt bad for him for coming along with me to practice with me."
The master was unusually sad when she said this. Perhaps he was truly sorry. I sighed at her silliness.
"Since that day, he has never been seen again. Perhaps he got angry at my rudeness and left the dojo. It is a pity because he was a kind, gentle, and nice person. But he later sent me this photo in an envelope! He also included a letter that said, 'I will always be watching you.'"
My master was nostalgic, as if she were recounting a beautiful memory, but I was donkey's ass.
No, no, no! That's stalking, isn't it?

After that...did you encounter any strange incidents?"
I asked fearfully, and the master nodded in surprise.
"How do you know that? About a month later, I was attacked by masked thugs on my way home from school on a rainy day. There were about five of them, and they almost dragged me into a nearby car, but I beat them all up. Then they said something weird like, 'Why? I love you so much!' and they ran away while screaming something creepy..."
It seems that the master was fighting off the stalkers without realizing it.
"I'm glad you're safe. It's so dangerous."
I smiled vaguely, took the photo from her and put it in my breast pocket.
"Wait a minute. What are you going to do with that picture?"
I turn to her with an awkward smile and say, "It looks like a fond memory, so I'll put it back in the drawer in the storage room."
So my master turned her gaze back to the TV, as if relieved.
"That's a good idea, since I don't have any albums either."
I felt relieved as I stared at my teacher's back.
It would be a loss to humanity if I let such a precious photo of Master's boobs of a high school girl lie in a storage room.
After this, I scanned this photo properly in high resolution and stored it carefully in my treasure folder.

師匠とネット通販_その2 Master and Online shopping _Part 2

師匠とネット通販_その１Master and Online shopping _Part 1

Master and Online shopping _Part 1
「くそ…、何故じゃ…、何故入らん…。」
襖の向こうから師匠の呟きが聞こえてきて、僕は廊下を立ち止まった。
「どうかしましたか？」
僕がそっと声をかけると、師匠の諦めたようなため息が返ってくる。
「どうもこうも無い…。」
僕は恐る恐る襖を開けて中を覗く。そこには真新しい水着に身を包んだ師匠がいた。
「ジムのプールで泳ぐにはもっと露出の少ない水着が必要だとお前が言うから新しい競泳水着を買ったのだ。そうしたらこの様だ、見ろ！」
彼女は水着からはみ出したおっぱいを堂々と見せてきた。
師匠…、乳首もはみ出てますよ…。どエロい乳首が。
「お前の稽古に付き合っていたら見事に体が鈍ってしまったらしい。まさかこれほど太るとは…。」
師匠はどうやら自分が太ったと勘違いしているようだった。
いや、師匠…。どう見てもそれは競泳水着ではないですよ。
「師匠、その水着はどこで買ったんです？」
「これか？これはネット通販で買ったのだ。ちゃんと体のサイズも入力してピッタリ合うものを買ったはずなのだが…、どうやっても胸が入らん！」
そりゃそうでしょう。それ、乳首が出るようにデザインされてるエロ水着ですし…。
「師匠、ネットで買い物をされたことは…？」
「初めてだ。それがどうした？」
やっぱりだ。
師匠は武術以外の事はありとあらゆる事がからっきしだし、一般的な常識もあまりないのだ。
彼女は小さい頃から道場で他の門下生と一緒に裸で稽古してきたから、他人に裸を見られる事に抵抗が無いのだと本人から聞いた。年頃になってからはよく師匠である僕のお祖父ちゃんに肌を隠せと叱られたそうだ。
「師匠…、今度からネットで何か買うときは僕に相談してください…。買い物下手くそなんですから。」
「なんだと！？師匠を侮るのか！元はと言えばお前の出来が悪いから温い稽古しかできなくてこうなったのだぞ！」
ヒートアップする僕と師匠の恥ずかしい罵り合いは多分隣の家にまで聞こえていたと思う。
みっともないったらありゃしない…。

"Damn..., why not..., why not go in..."
I heard Master muttering from behind the sliding doors and I stopped in the corridor.
"What's wrong?"
I called out softly, and a resigned sigh came back from the master.
"There's nothing to be done..."
I fearfully open the sliding door and peek inside. There I see my master in a brand new swimming costume.
"I bought a new swimming costume because you said I needed a less revealing swimming costume to swim in the gym pool. I did, and here's what I got, look!"
She proudly showed me her tits, which were sticking out of her swimming costume.
Master..., your nipples are sticking out too... Very erotic nipples.
"It seems my body has deteriorated from accompanying you in your training. I never thought I would gain so much weight..."
Master apparently thought she had gained weight.
No, Master... No matter how you look at it, that is no ordinary swimming costume.
"Master, where did you buy that swimming costume?"
"This one? I bought this online. I'm sure I entered my body size and bought one that fits perfectly, but... but no matter how I try, it won't fit my breasts!"
Naturally. It's an erotic swimming costume designed to show the nipples...
"Master, have you ever shopped online before?"
"First time. What about it?"
I knew it.
The master is a complete novice in everything but martial arts, and has little common sense.
She told me that since she was a child she had practised naked in the dojo with other students, so she was not afraid of being seen naked by others. She told me that when she was old enough, she was often scolded by her master, my grandfather, to cover her skin.
"Master..., next time you want to buy something on the internet, please consult me... You are a terrible shopper."
"What! Do you underestimate your master? 'It all started because you're a poor disciple who can only practise loosely, and this is what happened!"
The heated and embarrassing exchange of abuse between me and the master could probably be heard in the house next door.
It's disgraceful...

師匠のポスター　Poster of the Master

"Master..., what's this?"
When I thrust a poster at her, her expression was unusually strained and she was in a panic.
"Shotaro... why do you have that?"
It was a poster advertising the town's summer festival. To my surprise, the person on the poster was the master. She was wearing a high-legged bathing suit, just like the old beer advertisements, and she was holding a beer mug!
"It was posted on the bulletin board of the neighborhood association, and I took it off and brought it here!"
"Oh, it's people like you that have put the neighborhood association president in trouble! She said no matter how many times he put it up, it would always get stolen!"
"If there's a pornographic poster like this on the wall, it's bound to get stolen! It's nothing short of embarrassing! I mean, Master! Why are you modeling swimsuits?"
When I questioned her, she seemed unusually flustered.
"I had no choice... The head of the neighborhood association said he wanted to make a good poster to liven up the festival. Everyone asked me to do it, and I was indebted to them for the funeral of my predecessor, so I had no choice..."
Master began to play with her fingertips, swiping her gaze in the wrong direction and mumbling an excuse.
I interrupted her excuse.
"That's a lie! You got drunk and took the job anyway, didn't you? That dozen cans of beer in the kitchen was your reward, wasn't it? I thought it was strange that you forgot your wallet and went out, but you came back with so many beers. I mean, are you sure it was only swimsuit photos that were taken? You didn't get carried away and have your nudes taken or anything, did you?"
"I- I never let anyone but my darling take those pictures!"
"You mean to tell me that your husband has ever taken naked pictures of you?!"
"What do you want me to say! You stupid disciple!"
Master blushed and chased me around the room.

師匠に保湿クリーム（2回目）Moisturising cream for the master

No. I have to be patient. I can't betray the master who trusts me so much.
My arms, raging with desire, were as fierce as hounds in front of their prey. I desperately pulled them back with the chains of reason.
The master was washing her hair, unaware of my struggles.
The feeling of my cock touching Master's buttocks made me feel dreamy.
This is just a coincidence, right? It's just that I accidentally touched her buttocks when I tried to wash Master's back.
Oh, it's slippery and smooth and feels good...
"By the way, Shotaro. Something hard has been hitting my buttocks and tickling me..."
I cringed at the questioning voice of my master. But I couldn't stop myself from enjoying this pleasurable friction. In this pinch of absolute desperation, my instincts created a momentary excuse to replace my brain that was paralyzed by the pleasure.
"That moisturizing cream last time! It's in a stick-type container, and I have to apply it while rubbing it in..."
Worst. It's too much to ask. No matter how much of the master, there's no way I would believe such an excuse...
"Is that so? But if I get it applied now, won't it run off in the shower?"
But Master was worried about something completely misplaced.
"I heard it's okay! I heard that the best way for the ingredients to penetrate the skin is to apply it to moist skin in the bath...! Master, please continue washing your hair! If I apply a little more... it'll come out!"
I can't do it this time. I can't hold back or anything!
I continued to rub my cock roughly against Master's buttocks as I gave him my lame excuses.
"But if you're going to apply it, why don't you apply it to my face? I'd be happier if my face was moist than my ass..."
"No, not your face! I want to do it, but... I'd wont to, but... oh!"
My excitement reached its peak the moment I had a fantasy of rubbing my cock against Master's face.
"What's wrong?"
I couldn't answer.
I said I couldn't betray her trust, but then I came with her ass-job.
What an asshole I am.
I was in the worst mood and enjoying the best afterglow.