The bell rang loudly at Ohananomitsu High School, signaling the start of class. The low rumble of students that had filled the corridors gradually quieted, replaced by the quick steps of teachers emerging from the faculty room, carrying books and teaching materials to their respective classrooms.
Among them walked a female teacher renowned at Ohananomitsu High School.
"It feels like it's been so long. I hope the students studied diligently while I was away."
Standing in classroom 2-B, Nakano Itsuki returned to Ohananomitsu High School after several months of maternity leave.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Itsuki opened the door to classroom 2-B.
Her appearance as a teacher was highly professional: wearing a neatly pressed long-sleeved white shirt, a tight black pencil skirt that reached her knees, and thin-framed glasses. Her long pinkish-red hair was tied half-up, adorned with her signature star-shaped hair clip. She held a pointer in one hand and a blue book in the other.
"Na-Nakano-sensei is back!"
"Wow, it's really Nakano-sensei! Our homeroom teacher is back to teaching us!"
"Yay! Since Nakano-sensei is back, Kirisu-sensei doesn't have to be the temporary homeroom teacher anymore. I prefer Nakano-sensei over the cold and strict Kirisu-sensei!"
The return of their homeroom teacher was met with surprise. Especially from the male students, their welcome differed from the female students.
In their eyes, Itsuki appeared far more alluring than before. Though her body remained proportionally fit post-childbirth, there were significant changes that radiated the aura of maternal maturity: her breasts were now fuller and larger, the curves of her hips and buttocks appeared plumper and swayed gently with every step.
Every movement exuded a blatant MILF aura. For high school teenage boys, the charm of a MILF held an appeal that girls their age lacked—the allure of maturity, experience, and maternal warmth.
Unbeknownst to Itsuki, her presence triggered a storm of wild thoughts in the minds of most male students.
Student A: (Shit... Nakano-sensei looks so captivating! What's this? Do all women who just gave birth become this beautiful?! Her breasts... they look firm and heavy... like they're filled with something delicious...)
Student B: (Sensei just gave birth, right? No way! Her body is even better than before! That pencil skirt is so tight... I can imagine how plump that ass is. Damn, I want to taste it.)
Student C: (Screw the lesson. The only thing on my mind is one: Nakano-sensei naked in the faculty room. I want to know how wet she is now after giving birth. These breasts... I can smell the milk from here, and it's driving me crazy. I want to suck them dry, then fuck her until she can't walk tomorrow.)
Student D: (I want to slap that plump ass and make her let out muffled moans. Nakano-sensei, your white shirt is almost transparent under the light. I want to spray those breasts with everything I've got and make them my dirty possession. I don't care that she just gave birth; all I see is a hole that I need to fill.)
Student E: (I want to force Itsuki-sensei to breastfeed me, not her baby. That tight white shirt is a challenge for me. I want to rip it open while she's writing on the board and lick every drop of wasted breast milk there. After that, I'll pin her down on the cold floor, making her teach me a lesson in satisfaction until she passes out.)
Student F: (Every time she holds the pointer, I just imagine it pointed at her own hole, and her begging me to replace it with my bigger tool. I want to get her pregnant again!)
Student G: (I bet she's not wearing a proper bra for her new size. Look at the creases in her shirt every time she moves. The outline is so clear! My mind drifts to the scent of breast milk and the fragrance of a new mother.)
Unaware that the male students were fantasizing lewdly about her in their minds, Itsuki stood at the podium, greeting everyone with a smile.
"Good morning, Class 2-B! I'm so happy to be back and see all your faces. I hope you've all been well. How about it? Did you guys study hard while I was on leave?"
The students answered in unison, "Yes, Sensei!"
Though some male voices sounded less convincing.
While the male students secretly savored the lust-provoking body of their homeroom teacher, the female students enthusiastically asked questions.
"How was your maternity leave, Sensei?"
"What's it like having a baby, Nakano-sensei? Was it difficult?"
"Yeah, yeah! Tell us! And... who's your partner, Sensei? We're so curious!"
Itsuki chuckled at their enthusiasm. She placed her book and pointer on the desk.
"Calm down, calm down, one at a time... Becoming a mother is an incredible experience, but it's also full of challenges. There's no perfect guidebook. Every day is a learning process, from handling the baby's basic needs to understanding different cries. It requires extra patience, seemingly endless energy, and of course, boundless love. Though sometimes exhausting, every little smile from him makes all the fatigue worth it."
Itsuki explained with sparkling eyes, a strong maternal nuance radiating from her.
However, when the questions shifted to inquiring about her partner, Itsuki remained warm but became more reserved. She gently shook her head, refusing to reveal his identity.
"Sorry, that's a personal secret of Sensei's that can't be shared here." She answered softly but firmly.
Not giving up easily, the students continued to coax Itsuki to reveal who the man was.
"Just a little, Sensei! Don't be stingy!"
"A teacher's personal matters should remain personal. The important thing is, I'm back to teach you all."
Unfortunately, Itsuki did not budge.
As Itsuki scanned the students, her gaze paused for a moment on Ren, who was sitting in the back near the window. Her gaze on Ren lingered a fraction of a second longer than on the others—before hurriedly averting it so no one would suspect.
After all, the man who had secretly captured her heart and become the father of her child was in the same room.
Quickly, she picked up the pointer and pointed to the whiteboard, trying to refocus.
"Alright, alright. Enough about my personal matters. I see the Cultural Festival is approaching, but you mustn't neglect other important lessons. Today, we'll continue the Math lesson that was postponed. Let's shift our focus to this algebra problem."
"Open your books to page 58. We'll start from there."
Her voice regained its authority, filling the classroom and temporarily burying all the secrets and wild fantasies swirling among them.
"..."
Rokuhara Ren, the man who had impregnated his homeroom teacher, pretended to listen to the lesson. His eyes stared straight ahead, but his mind wandered.
(So Itsuki has been discharged from the hospital? Why didn't anyone tell me about this? I guess Itsuki wanted to surprise me, right? Unfortunately, I wasn't home because I was having sex with another woman.)
Ren observed Itsuki from the back row. Her teaching uniform—neat long-sleeved white shirt and tight black knee-length pencil skirt—looked far sexier now.
(Itsuki after giving birth... Hah, her aura is truly different. Her breasts look much larger, taut and full. That pencil skirt hugs her hips in such a teasing way. Her body now radiates a strong, mature MILF aura. Every movement in front of the class feels so sensual. She looks more delicious than before. I'm sure the other male students are lusting after her.)
Glancing at the male students who seemed unfocused, Ren was certain his guess was accurate. Not just him—except for a few male students, most of them weren't paying attention to the lesson but were instead ogling Itsuki's curves.