On the deserted rooftop, I was quietly repeating my lines. I couldn't tell anyone that my dream was to become a voice actor, I had no place to belong, and every time I muttered a line, only loneliness echoed. It was my teacher who picked up on that voice. He was strict yet kind, and he watched me closer than anyone else. For the first time, I felt like I had heard the words "That's fine" that I had always longed for deep in my heart. When I hid my tears in the classroom after school, my teacher's arms wrapped around me. In that moment, I was truly alive, carrying loneliness and dreams within me. I felt alive through sex.

My mouth was pried open with my teacher's filthy tongue, and I could taste his uncle's.
My whole body was licked with his filthy tongue, and I could smell his dried saliva.
My vagina was dug with his filthy tongue, and it felt good.

Thank you, teacher.