As a transfer student, I struggled to fit in with my class. Then, my homeroom teacher, the ideal teacher in the eyes of all the students, started treating me kindly. Discovering we both loved novels, I ended up visiting his home. The conversation flowed, and the mood turned sensual, leading me into his arms. Making love with the teacher everyone admired... I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist the pleasure. The moment he ejaculated on my face, my entire worldview shifted. I craved the thick, milky fluid released from his engorged cock everywhere, at school and beyond. I longed to smell that scent, reminiscent of chestnut blossoms, once more. The feeling of being showered with his semen as he vigorously thrust his hips, that's when I felt the meaning of life. Before I knew it, I had spent three years of my student life intertwined with his sperm.