On the rooftop with no one around, I kept repeating my soft voice. I couldn't tell anyone that being a voice actor was my dream, I had nowhere to belong, and every time I muttered lines, all I heard was loneliness echoing back. The one who picked up on these voices was my teacher. Strict yet kind, closer to me than anyone else. I felt like I had finally touched the words 'that's good enough' that I had been longing for deep in my heart. When I hid my tears in the classroom after school, my teacher's arms wrapped around me. With loneliness and dreams, I was truly alive in that moment. I experienced life through sex. The teacher's dirty tongue forced my mouth open, and I tasted the old man's flavor. The teacher's dirty tongue licked all over my body, leaving a smell of dried saliva. The teacher's dirty tongue probed my vaginal hole, feeling good. Thank you, Teacher.
