On the rooftop, where no one else was, I kept repeating my small voice.I couldn't tell anyone that being a voice actor was my dream, I had no place to belong, and every time I muttered my lines, only loneliness echoed.It was the teacher who picked up that voice.She is strict but kind, and looks at me closer than anyone else.For the first time, I felt like I was able to hear the words ``That's okay,'' which I had always wanted deep in my heart.As I hid my tears in the classroom after school, my teacher's arms wrapped around me.I was certainly alive at that moment, still feeling lonely and dreaming.I felt life through sex.The teacher's dirty tongue pried my mouth open and I tasted the old man's taste.My teacher's dirty tongue licked my entire body, and I could smell the dried saliva.It feels so good to have my teacher's dirty tongue picking at my vagina.Thank you, teacher.
