"Personal worship is no good! No good at all..." Watching the boys sit ramrod straight after imitating him, Sogo Doma felt a little overwhelmed and silently grumbled to himself.
Who could have imagined that when a group of boys sat on the floor in two rows, not saying a word, they would somehow create an air of murderous tension?
Especially when they all stared fervently at the open door, unsure whether it would lead them to heaven or hell. The resulting atmosphere of murderous tension (and sensuality) only grew stronger.
Sogo Doma: "..."
If only these guys could show this much enthusiasm in class, getting into the University of Tokyo might not be impossible!
As for now...
If they weren't wearing school uniforms, he would have thought this was a meeting of a yakuza organization.
Teacher Matsuzaki was getting more and more smug. After all these years, he had finally rediscovered the passion he'd felt when he first became a teacher. This might not be a classroom but a high-end club, yet the students were obedient...
He really ought to let those female teachers who ignored him see his moment of glory!
He really ought to let those students who looked down on him see that even if they didn't like listening to his lessons, the other students—Thinking of this, Matsuzaki glanced again at the boys sitting ramrod straight, then couldn't help shedding tears. How sweet these students were! Why couldn't they be in his class?
"Um..." To break the tense (and thirsty) atmosphere, Sogo Doma decided he should have a word with club advisor Matsuzaki. But he had barely opened his mouth before he shut it again at the sight of the other man's tear-filled eyes. There was no helping it. This guy was even more worked up than