On the rooftop where no one was, I was repeating small voices. I couldn't tell anyone that my dream was to be a voice actress, I had no place to belong, and only loneliness echoed every time I mumbled my lines. It was the teacher who picked up such a voice. He looks at me closely, more than anyone else, both strictly and kindly. I felt like I touched the words "that's okay" that I had been seeking in the depths of my chest for the first time. When I hid my tears in the classroom after school, the teacher's arms wrapped around me. While holding loneliness and dreams, I was definitely alive at that moment. I felt life through sex. My mouth was pried open with the teacher's dirty tongue, and it tasted like an old man. My whole body was licked with the teacher's dirty tongue, and I smelled the scent of dried saliva. My vagina was dug out with the teacher's dirty tongue, and it felt good. Teacher, thank you.
