Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 1

Omens

"...The double-helix structure of this DNA was proposed by Dr. Watson and Dr. Crick, and it was published in 1953. It is said that the order of the authors' names on the paper at that time was decided by a coin toss..."

During the afternoon class, a middle-aged man in a suit is muttering inside the classroom. Wearing thick-lensed, black-rimmed glasses, the man stands in front of the teacher's podium, holding open a textbook while delivering a biology lecture to the rows of female students seated before him.

However, his voice lacks any energy, cheerfulness, or enthusiasm; it is as bleak and monotonous as a Buddhist chant.

His pale, thin face looks incredibly fastidious and unhealthy. The eyes behind his glasses peer at the textbook while shifting anxiously back and forth, clearly showing his timid and restless nature. His hair is unkempt and far from clean, making it certain that he would draw glances of disgust and contempt from most women.

Despite the science teacher being in the middle of his lecture, the classroom is buzzing with noise, looking completely like it is recess. Many of the female students are chatting away with their friends, occasionally laughing out loud.

While some students remain quiet, they are either dozing off or ignoring the teacher's lecture entirely to study on their own.

In any case, the one thing common to every single female student in Classroom 2-4 is that they aren't paying a shred of attention to the words of the gloomy-looking science teacher.

"So anyway... I ran into him the other day..."

"Ran into who? ...Don't tell me, that guy?"

"Yeah, exactly. ...Kouji... looks like he's still single..."

"But Natsuki, didn't you say you guys broke up the other day?!"

"Ugh... yeah, we did. But I just can't seem to forget about him..."

Near the back by the window, a trio of girls is talking particularly loudly. Moving their chairs to form a circle as if they were chatting in a café, they have ignored the science teacher from the very start of the period, thoroughly enjoying their gossip.

At 17 years old—an age that is in a sense the most charming period of a girl's life—the female student sitting at the center of the three has an appearance that stands out spectacularly even among them.

The student, whom her friends call Natsuki, has glossy, lightly curled hair cascading down to her shoulders, which perfectly suits her small, oval face. Her large, dark eyes are wide and framed by long eyelashes, making her look incredibly adorable. Her lips, leading down from a high nasal bridge, are red and small, but when she smiles, the snaggletooth visible past her well-shaped lips provides an exquisite accent and serves as her charm point.

Glancing briefly at Natsuki, who is laughing brightly at the center of the group like an idol, the teacher turns his eyes back to the textbook in front of him. Though he wants to do something about the noisy classroom, a timid man like himself has no idea how to handle it.

When he first took up his post here, he did try to warn them a few times. But each time, he was showered with looks of disdain and mockery from the female students, and before he knew it, his courage to discipline them withered away. Now, all he can do is deliver his lecture while praying for time to pass quickly.

Just then, the classroom door slides open with a rattle.

"Hey! You girls are being too loud! Class is in session right now! Quiet down!"

At the sound of that dignified voice, the classroom instantly falls dead silent, and the students who had moved their chairs on their own accord obediently return to their original positions. Every single female student is overwhelmed by the powerful presence of the man standing at the entrance, complying with his instructions without a word of complaint.

Yet, among the female students, there are even those who gaze dreamily at the dapper, middle-aged man who just appeared. The beautiful girl named Natsuki, who had been talking loudly just moments ago, is one of them.

"Mido-kun, what is the meaning of this... You have to reprimand them properly, or it won't do!"

The man now directs the brunt of his anger toward the science teacher, complaining about his lack of leadership.

"Complaints have come from other classrooms saying it's too noisy. Even if you're a temporary hire, you are still technically a teacher. It's troubling if you don't guide the students properly..."

"...Y-Yes..."

What the man says is entirely justified. The science teacher named Mido, his face pale, can offer no counterargument and merely hangs his head in silence before the podium.

"Well, fine... Could you come to my office later? You girls, make sure to stay quiet, understood?!"

With that, the man leaves Classroom 2-4 just as abruptly as he entered. The female students remain quiet for a short while, but soon begin whispering to one another, eyes meeting as they resume their chatter in hushed tones.

"Oh my god... Usamin is so cool..."

"Seriously. I can't believe he's the same age as my dad..."

"I wish I could find a cool older gentleman like him somewhere..."

Natsuki and her friends gather close again, resuming their gossip with giggles. While their voices aren't as loud as before, their reckless disregard for the teacher's presence remains unchanged.

It is plain to see that these 17-year-old high school girls completely look down on the science teacher named Mido.

However, the science teacher lets out a small sigh, adjusts his thick, black-rimmed glasses with his hand, and resumes his lecture like a repetitive prayer. As if doing so were the single most important mission of his life.

"Phew~"

Finally released from his long torment, Kenichi Mido sits in his high-backed chair and takes a breath. This room is his personal sanctuary, where no one can disturb him.

Because the room has a north-facing window, it remains a dark room where sunlight never shines all day long. To make matters worse, since the curtains were replaced with thick, light-shielding ones, closing them makes the room pitch-black even in the middle of the day.

Yet, Kenichi Mido, a temporary teacher at this prestigious all-girls high school, Eris Academy, loves this dusty and gloomy room. He doesn't quite understand it himself, but being in this room puts his mind at ease, allowing him to forget his daily anxieties.

Eris Academy, a traditional school for young ladies that has continued since the Meiji era, is filled with daughters of distinguished families and politicians, boasting an impressive lineup of alumni. For this reason, it has strong pipelines with many private universities, holding numerous recommendation slots, making it highly popular among applicants and parents alike, and rendering its entrance exams a narrow gate to pass.

Lately, however, because the school has been focusing heavily on university entrance exams, science lab sessions have drastically decreased. Consequently, the science laboratory adjacent to this room is only used for classes a handful of times a year.

Therefore, as long as he can escape into this room, he can spend a peaceful time without being disturbed by anyone for a while. Situated at the far end of the fifth floor of the school building, almost no one ever comes to this science preparation room unless there is a chemistry or biology lab class, allowing him to relax with peace of mind.

Since Kenichi is not naturally a social person, staying cooped up here all day doesn't bother him at all. Of course, since he has been made the assistant advisor for the tennis club, he inevitably has to show his face at the tennis courts after school.

Even so, Kenichi reflects.

The lecture he received from Usami just a moment ago was particularly insidious and persistent. The vice-principal, who is popular among the female students, appears to be a refreshing sportsman at first glance, but Kenichi knows all too well that toward his male peers, he is an intersectionally malicious sadist.

Today, he was deliberately and relentlessly berated for over an hour in the staff room in front of the other faculty members. While Kenichi is well aware of his own lack of leadership as a teacher, Usami's behavior could objectively be described as unhinged.

After all, it didn't stop at Kenichi's attitude toward teaching or his leadership skills; Usami went so far as to meticulously criticize his daily words, actions, and even his clothing and hairstyle down to the finest detail. The surrounding teachers listened to their interaction with utterly exhausted expressions.

Naturally, it wasn't that Kenichi didn't feel humiliated.

However, against the young elite vice-principal whose words are backed by a brilliant track record and confidence as an educator, Kenichi has absolutely no ground to stand on to argue back.

The 32-year-old Kenichi became a science teacher here this spring as a temporary hire, but until then, he had no steady job, scraping by on part-time tutoring at small cram schools or private homes. At that juncture, he managed to secure his current position by pulling strings through his maternal uncle, who is one of the directors of Eris Academy.

For a graduate from the education department of a third-rate private university, such a reality was unavoidable.

His appearance is plain, and his personality is gloomy and introverted. Naturally, he has never been popular with women a single time since he was born.

With a personality like that, it's impossible to have any self-confidence. In stark contrast stands Vice-Principal Usami: bright, cheerful, energetic, fashionable, and handsome. There is no way Kenichi could strike back against such an opponent; he could only stand there hanging his head before him for an hour.

Just then, he suddenly remembers something in his pocket and pulls it out. It is a lace handkerchief decorated with a beautiful floral pattern.

Bringing it to his nose, he breathes in the sweet, distinctively feminine scent deeply into his chest.

"Yoshikawa-sensei..."

Recalling the beautiful face of the handkerchief's owner, a faint smile creeps onto his face.

During this morning's assembly, when Kenichi spilled water from a cup in the staff room, the beautiful female teacher sitting diagonally across from him smiled warmly and lent him this handkerchief. Remembering that gentle smile, his heart beats hot and fast.

The unmarried teacher, who could be called the school's madonna, had been the object of Kenichi's adoration ever since she arrived this spring, a person he held dearly in his heart.

To call it love would feel far too detached from reality. To someone as pathetic as himself, she is a flower on a high peak; he can only gaze at her beauty and purity from afar. He can't even imagine a beautiful woman like her dating him; it is all he can do to look up at her and worship her like a goddess from a distance.

Even so, Kenichi is happy.

Someday, she will marry someone else. It will likely be the scion of a major corporation, or perhaps an elite salaryman. In any case, a young, handsome, wealthy man is the only one fit to win a beauty like her. He could never measure up.

Kenichi naturally possesses such a negative feedback loop of thoughts because he perceives himself quite objectively.

He doesn't have what anyone would call a handsome face, and he is completely hopeless at sports. While his academic performance was good enough in science, he was terrible at everything else, meaning a third-rate university was the best he could manage. His age equals the number of years he has gone without a girlfriend, and his only sexual experiences consist of a few visits to red-light districts that he mustered the courage to make—a textbook representative of an unpopular man.

"Ahhh... Yoshikawa-sensei..."

As he holds the fragrant handkerchief to his nose and imagines Junko Yoshikawa's beautiful face and outstanding body, dark blood begins to pool into Kenichi's penis inside his trousers. Leisurely lowering his zipper with his right hand, he pulls out his member—which has already begun to swell with force despite being inside the school building—without hesitation.

It is an astonishingly majestic and robust specimen.

Turning dark and rearing up, it possesses a length and thickness that looks like a child's arm, hoisting a massive fleshy canopy at its tip. Thick, earthworm-like veins twist across its surface, resembling a gaudy sculpture. Its flared ridge protrudes obscenely, forming a magnificent inverted triangle like a cobra's head.

Though Kenichi is ordinary in every other way, this alone is extraordinarily oversized. However, having almost no experience with sex, it is effectively a wasted treasure.

Gripping the shaft with one hand while holding the handkerchief to his nose with the other, Kenichi begins to stroke his massive penis.

"---Ahhh... Junko..."

As he does so, he calls the beloved female teacher by her first name without honorifics within his fantasy. The figure he has looked at countless times and seared into his memory is stripped naked inside his head. This is an act he has repeated more times than he can count, the masturbation routine Kenichi always performs.

The beautiful female teacher possesses a tremendous body, evident even over her modest clothing.

Unbecoming of her intellectual face, which looks wonderful framed by metal-rimmed glasses, the breasts pushing up against her blouse and suit jacket are immense, thrusting forward ostentatiously to completely rivet any man's gaze with their tantalizing shape. In the summer when clothing becomes thin, her white blouse turns sheer, leaving her pink or blue bras completely visible, leaving him at a loss as to where to look.

From there down, her waist is so thin it could be held in two hands, curving tightly as if it contained no internal organs. Her hips swell voluptuously while stretching her tight skirt, drawing a curve so beautiful it elicits a sigh, leading into the elegant lines of her legs. Her ankles are so slender one might worry they would snap, seemingly guaranteeing an excellent internal vaginal structure.

"---Ahhh..."

Imagining the perfect G-cup breasts of his beloved teacher, Kenichi's erection grows even harder, rearing up with intense power. Pre-ejaculate fluid is already pouring out from the tip like a leak.

She must have used it to wipe away sweat as well. From the handkerchief currently pressed to his nose, Junko's body odor lingers as a residue; he becomes intoxicated by the scent, which blends her elegant perfume with the sweet pheromones of a woman. It gives him the illusion that his face is buried right between those massive breasts.

Massive white breasts.

Flesh so pale that even her blue veins show through.

"Ugh!!"

It must have been building up. In an instant, he reaches his breaking point. Panicking, he wraps the glans with the handkerchief in his hand, ejaculating in heavy throbs.

A massive amount of semen, surprising even himself, drenches the silk fabric, and he loses himself in the ecstasy of release.

"Phew..."

He remains like that for a while, but once post-nut clarity hits and he thinks "Oh no," it's already too late.

(Ah, man... I really did it...)

Looking down, the lace handkerchief that has soaked up a heavy amount of white fluid is damp and gooey. Even though it was a split-second reaction with no other option, a wave of guilt and regret washes over him for ruining the handkerchief he had been lent.

(Well, what's done is done.)

It might leave a stain, but for now, he decides to rinse it out with water as best as he can. He will wash it thoroughly again after returning home and return it to Junko tomorrow. Perhaps at that moment, they might even exchange a word or two.

Carefully removing the handkerchief from the glans so it won't spill outside, he repeatedly wipes away the remaining fluid oozing from the tip. Just as he is about to tuck his penis—now soft enough to fit back into his pants—away with one hand, his other hand slips, dropping the handkerchief filled with semen onto the floor.

"Ah!"

Hearing a wet slap as it hits the floor, Kenichi clicks his tongue. He realizes he will have to clean the floor now. Fixing his trousers and standing up from his chair, he casts his eyes down to the wet handkerchief on the floor.

But at that moment, Kenichi notices something strange.

As he watches, fluid from the handkerchief, which has fallen right between the tiles, begins to move like a living thing toward the thin, black gap separating them. Floating into that black gap of just a few millimeters, it glints and sparkles for a brief moment before vanishing entirely, as if sucked straight into the floor.

(Huh?)

In the dim light, Kenichi doesn't immediately comprehend what just happened.

(Wait, what??)

It is only when he picks up the handkerchief that he realizes the substance that vanished into the black gap of the tiles was his own semen. The handkerchief he picks up and holds in his hand is light and dry, as if nothing had ever happened—lacking not only the raw-smelling liquid he erupted, but even any trace of moisture or its distinct odor.

Unfolding it, there is absolutely nothing there.

(What? What? Why? ...How did this happen?...)

The semen completely vanished from the handkerchief, sucked into the floor.

Unable to grasp the meaning of it, Kenichi stands dazed in the dark science preparation room. After all, just moments ago, it had definitely been a gooey mess, drenched with a massive amount of fluid.

Right then, he senses the presence of something inexplicable right beside him, and a shiver of dread runs down Kenichi's spine. Before he knows it, goosebumps break out across his entire body, and a foul premonition crackles at the edge of his mind.

Creak!

A sound rings out directly behind him. Startled, he leaps up from his chair.

Even though summer has long since passed, Kenichi finds himself drenched in sweat inside the dark science preparation room.

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