Chapter 30: Whether Student or Teacher, Erotic Things Are Erotic (2)

The slightly opened window and the opened door. The moment a path for the air was completed, the wind knocked the textbooks lined up on the desk to the floor while heading toward the female teacher.

Wind invaded inside the skirt. The hem of the fluttering long skirt spread — and flipped up as if showing off the legs through the stockings.

"Eh? ——Ah, wait——!?"

The flustered voice of the female teacher. She tried to press down the hem of the skirt, but the textbooks and printouts she was holding got in the way and she couldn’t.

The skirt abandoned hiding her thighs and rose even higher.

Her lower body through the black tights was fully exposed. And the white underwear visible through the tights as well.

It was a small-area lace pair, a string type. Perhaps her small stature’s best attempt at looking mature, it was mismatched with her body that still looked immature despite being older — yet precisely because of that, my gaze was drawn as if being sucked in.

I almost approached to observe — then held myself back. I had just reflected, so I couldn’t mess up by doing something similar.

But looking from a distance should be fine, right—?

While making such an excuse, I kept staring at the female teacher’s shameful state as she failed to hold down her skirt while still holding the textbooks and printouts.

"W-wait, what is this——!?"

The way she bashfully, as if trying to escape the gazes, wriggled her lower body — unfortunately, it could only be called counterproductive.

The swaying around her waist, the fact that by shifting she allowed the exposed underwear to be seen from angles other than the front. The strings of the string underwear visible through the tights; even though her butt was small, because there was little fabric it couldn’t fully hide everything. Through the tights, the butt flesh looked as if it was quivering.

In terms of time, it was about three or four seconds. Finally the wind eased, and the teacher’s skirt slowly returned according to gravity.

But even if the hem of the skirt returned, time would not return. The fact that she had completely exposed her underwear to the students would not disappear. A groan of "Uuuuuu..." from the female teacher rang out.

"Insufficient training, I am...! Why couldn’t I look away...!"

"No, it couldn’t be helped."

A man will look no matter what, I said.

I gently patted the shoulder of Niekawa, who was face-down on the desk letting out a pained voice.

In the middle of that everyday scene, I was tilting my head inwardly.

Some windows were open for ventilation, but not enough for wind strong enough to flip a skirt like that to pass through, right?

In the first place, today’s wind is strange. It might be coincidence, but I feel like strong wind hasn’t blown except at timings when there are girls in skirts.

As I thought, this is——

"——Ahem!"

While the classmates were making a stir and the female teacher was crouching with a bright red face, a deliberately powerful cough rang out.

I turned my gaze — the PE teacher Harukaze was there. While letting confusion seep into his eyes, he was forcing a strict expression.

"You lot, it’s already class time, hurry up and shut up! Eika-sensei, please prepare for class as well."

"Y-yes..."

I felt the atmosphere tighten.

The classmates who had completely loosened from the earlier panty-flash incident straightened their postures with a snap. I too hurriedly ran back to my own seat.

If we made any more noise, thunder would fall — I had learned that from my first year.

But why had Harukaze come to this class?

While tilting my head inwardly, Harukaze headed straight for Niekawa’s seat.

"Niekawa. You’ve heard about this morning, right? That guy’s phone — if you think it’s all right to return it, then return it for me."

What he held out was a single smartphone.

From the story I had heard from Niekawa earlier, it was probably the phone of the junior who had secretly photographed Leas.

"Sensei — um, why me?"

"Knowing you, once club activities start you’ll try to straighten out that guy’s mindset, right? However, just lecturing will only make him hate you. But if you return it with your own hands, it will be somewhat better."

In bad terms it’s the carrot and the stick, Harukaze smiled.

Have Niekawa return it under the pretense that he had taken the phone back from Harukaze.

"I can’t accept it. Then Harukaze-sensei would—"

"What, student guidance is an existence that gets shunned by students for what it’s worth. Even if I’m resented at this point, it doesn’t hurt or itch."

Well then.

Saying that, Harukaze left quickly.

He felt like a PE teacher who thought carefully about the students.

Honestly, he’s a troublesome opponent when you meet face to face, but I think he’s a teacher who has adapted to the current era of not performing corporal punishment despite his appearance.

But even that Harukaze is apparently a man.

As he left, I saw him glance at the lower body of the female teacher — Eika-sensei, now that I think of it — and hurriedly avert his gaze. He had probably witnessed the earlier wind-flash — or rather wind-full-exposure.

Yeah, of course. A man wants to see a cute woman’s panties. That doesn’t change even if he has the title of student guidance.

——But why?

There was a strange sense of discomfort.

Deep in my chest, something was making a fuss — that kind of image.

I started thinking about what it was — and then the thought "Eika-sensei starting class while looking embarrassed is seriously erotic" became 100%.