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3 Master and Online shopping _Part 3

「だってインストラクターの仕事は火曜日でしょ？今日は月曜日…、いや…それはどうでもいいや。あれを着て水泳のインストラクターの仕事をしてきたんですか？」
「そうだ。今日は水泳クラスの子たちの昇級試験をみてあげなければならなくてな。まぁ、仕事としては見てタイムを取って記録するだけだから気楽なものだった。」
マジかよ…
あの超ハイレグスケスケ水着を着た美女がプールサイドにいる水泳教室ってどんなだよ。僕がその水泳教室の生徒だったら股間に生じる異変を隠し通せる自信はない。
「それって何歳くらいの子たちの…？」
僕が恐る恐る尋ねると、師匠は少し考える素振りをしながらもう一つ餃子を口に放り込んだ。
「皆ジムの送迎バスに一人で乗って来ていたから、小学三年生から六年生くらいだと思うが…。」
「その子達…大丈夫でした？」
「何がじゃ？」
「いや、ちゃんと泳げたのかなって…」
「勿論ちゃんと泳いでおったぞ。残念ながらいいタイムが出せなくて試験に落ちてしまった子達が多かったが…」
それはアレですね。間違いなく師匠のせいですね。

「試験に落ちたのって男の子が多くなかったですか？」
僕が尋ねると師匠はビールを一口飲んでから頷いた。
「確かにそうかもしれない。試験が終わったのになかなかプールから上がろうとしない子も多かったな。何故だかひどく恥ずかしがっていた。」
そりゃそうだ。
その少年たちは多分今日見たものを一生忘れないだろう。
数多の少年の性癖をゆがめてしまった事に、師匠は気づいていないんだろうな…
彼らは今晩眠れずに布団の中で悶々としていることだろう。
師匠の無自覚エロスの一番の被害者は僕だから、彼らの苦しみはよくわかった。

aster has gotten better at online shopping.
But that's only in comparison to before, and she still buys something strange once in every three times.
This swimsuit in the laundry basket is one of those “strange things.
Master, who was looking for a swimming suit for work, ordered it on the Internet. However, what he received was a product for slutty adults, with the fabric so thin that his skin was exquisitely visible through it.
I said, “You can't wear this to work at the gym, okay?"
"Is it that weird? I'm sure the crotch is a little too cut up, but...”
I remembered that the master had looked unconvinced when I had warned her, and I felt uneasy.
"What did you do with that swimsuit you bought by mistake on the Internet?"
When I asked, Master nodded his head while eating dumplings for dinner.
"I used it for today's work. You didn't tell me where you put my bathing suit after you finished washing it. I was in a hurry because I couldn't find it. I was almost late for work.”
I was at a loss for words when she answered so matter-of-factly.
“Because your instructor's job is on Tuesdays, isn't it? Today is Monday...no...that's okay, you wore that and worked a swim instructor?"
"Yes, I did. Yes, I had to watch the kids in the swim class take their promotion exams today. Well, it was an easy job because all I had to do was watch, take times, and record them.”
Seriously...?
What kind of swimming class would have beautiful woman in those super high-leg skimpy swimsuits by the pool? If I were a student in that swimming class, I wouldn't be able to hide the strange sensation between my legs.
"How old are those kids?"
I asked fearfully, and the master, pretending to think for a moment, popped another dumpling into his mouth.
"They all rode alone on the bus to and from the pool, so I'd say they were between third and sixth grade...”
"Those kids...were they all right?”
"What do you mean?"
"I was just wondering if they swam all right."
"Of course they swam fine. Unfortunately, many of them failed the test because they couldn't make a good time...”
That's the thing, isn't it? It was definitely Master's fault.
“Weren't there a lot of boys who failed the test?”
I asked. Master took a sip of his beer and nodded.
She took a sip of my beer and nodded.
"I guess that's true, There were a lot of boys who didn't want to get out of the pool after the test was over. For some reason, they were terribly embarrassed.”
That's right.
Those boys will probably never forget what they saw today.
I wonder if the Master is unaware that Master is unaware that she has warped the sexual preferences of so many boys...
They will be in agony under the covers tonight, unable to sleep.
I understand their suffering because I am the biggest victim of Master's unaware eroticism.

師匠と朝食4 Breakfast with the Master4

依然としてギンギンな僕のチンコを捻じ曲げながら彼女は声を荒らげる。
「三秒経ったぞ！何でまだ縮まんのだ！やる気がないのか！」
いや、逆です。ヤル気が十分だから縮まないんです。
そんな言い訳が頭を過ったが、当然言えるわけもない。
「トイレに…トイレに行かせてください！」
自分で何とかするしかないと思ってそう言ったのに師匠は僕のチンコを離さない。
「貴様さてはトイレから逃げるつもりだな！そうはいかんぞ！」
僕の動きを封じようと師匠の手は僕の操縦桿をねじりあげてくる。
痛い！けど刺激的！
僕は複雑な感覚に悶えながら思わず仰け反る。
その拍子で襖が倒れた。
「どわっ！」
悲鳴を上げて倒れ込む僕を押し倒す形で師匠が覆いかぶさってくる。その瞬間、チンコが柔らかい感触に包まれた。
『これって…』
見ると師匠の乳房に僕のチンコが圧殺されていた。
師匠をオイルマッサージした時の事を思い出して僕は頭が興奮で暴走しそうになった。その時…
「ごめんください…」
玄関に人影が驚いていた。艷やかな大人の女性の声。
「あら？」
こちらを見下ろす褐色の美人と目があって僕は愕然とした。
「え、エマ先生…？どうしてここにぃ…！」
僕の声の終わりが裏返る。体を起こそうとした師匠の胸が僕のチンコを擦り上げたからだ。
「誰かは知らんが、今は取込み中じゃ！またにしてくれ。」
依然として必死な師匠は来客にも素っ気なかった。
「家庭訪問に来たのだけど…、どうやらお邪魔だったみたいね。」
エマ先生は僕を見つめたまま前髪を撫でて微笑んでいた。
「違うんです…、これは…」
しどろもどろになる僕から目を離し、エマ先生は師匠を一瞥する。
「でも、まさかこういう方法で弟子を籠絡しているなんて…。あなたも意外と手段を選ばない人間なのね…。なら私も考えを改めないと…」
彼女の目が一瞬氷のように冷たく光った気がした。
「出直すわ。またね正太郎くん。」
去って行くエマ先生の後ろ姿を、僕は呆然と見送るしかなかった。

師匠と朝食3Breakfast with the Master3

Master blushed as he stared at my cock, her drawn lips quivering.
'Huh?'
When I challenged her to a game of string-taking in the early days of my life with Master, she had grabbed my cock without changing color...
"What should I do next?"
The master's face was bright red but serious as she asked me for instructions. She might seriously do what I ordered her to do.
'In other words, if I ordered my current master to do something, she would have my cock on her glossy lips...'
The thought of it made me tingle.
'Don't let your master do any more!'
I know this in my head, but my mouth spins the opposite words as if controlled by something.
'You suck it carefully from head to root.... You lick it with your tongue, careful not to get your teeth up..."
"I'm going to... suck this...?"
She gulped nervously as she stared intently at my cock.
She took a few deep breaths and then nodded her head as if she had made up her mind.
"For my darling..., let's go..."
Master slowly opened her lips and moved them closer to my treasure.
Her red tongue trembles nervously in her lips.
'Ahh...! Finally, Master swallowed me whole...!'
My excitement was about to reach its peak. But...
"No, wait, this is not it."
Master's tongue stopped just before it touched me.
I want to know how to make Darling's tiny, pudgy thing bigger. Not what you do to things that get bigger."
'W-What?'
I was stunned that my wish had not been fulfilled, and the master stared up at me.
"Why are you making this so big? This is no way to practice! Shrink it down quickly! Now!"
"I-I can't do it. I have to let it out once anyway..., please just one lick for now!"
"Don't talk nonsense! I'll give you three seconds! If you don't shorten it, I'll break this!"
Master's hand applies pressure like a vise to my precious object.
"Ow! Ow! I apologize, Master! So please don't do that!"
"Shut up! You don't have to apologize, just shrink this thing! Let me practice! Now!"
The master was desperate anyway.
And My fate as a man was a candle flickering in the wind.

師匠と朝食2Breakfast with the Master2