The sun shone bright over Mishima Prefectural High, casting golden rays on the freshly waxed rooftop gym where Class 2-B had gathered.
It was supposed to be a normal P.E. period.
Supposed to.
Until she arrived.
"Good morning, students," came a voice like liquid velvet.
Every boy turned — and simultaneously forgot how to breathe.
Mizuki Hanegawa, now known to the school as Mizuki-sensei, stood at the edge of the rooftop in a skin-tight water-blue gym uniform, the top clinging like a second skin to her divine curves, her long legs glowing in the sun, and her ponytail swishing like a goddess ready to slay.
Someone dropped their water bottle. Another boy fainted.
"...Sensei's too hot," someone whispered.
Gojo, already sweating from nothing at all, muttered, "I think I saw God. And she's wearing a sports bra."
Even Hikami-sensei, standing at the sideline in her own casual tank-top and shorts, raised an eyebrow. "She's really leaning into the whole 'mortal PE teacher' thing, huh?"
Mizuki stepped forward. Graceful. Commanding.
"Today," she said, her voice soft but firm, "we will begin with stretches. Flexibility is the foundation of all strength."
Then she bent forward — slowly — in a perfect stretch, her chest pressing tightly against her knees, her back arched, her hips tilted just enough to drive every boy's soul into sin.
"OOOHHHHHHHHH!!" half the male class moaned in sync.
Gojo bit his lip. "This is a test. It's gotta be. Some pervy celestial trial."
"And now, stretch to the side..." Mizuki continued, lifting her arms overhead and arching side to side, causing jiggle physics that broke at least three people's brain cells.
Hikami muttered with a smirk, "She's gonna kill someone at this rate."
Then came the final stretch — the back bend. Mizuki slid gracefully into a deep bridge position, her shirt riding up just enough to expose a slice of smooth, aqua-glowing belly, sweat beading delicately on her collarbone.
One kid screamed, "I CAN SEE FAIRY ABS!"
Gojo turned to Suma and Hiyori, whispering, "This is harassment by beauty. I should file a complaint. With God."
CLAP!
"Time to partner up," Mizuki announced.
The class scrambled. Chaos ensued.
Hiyori adjusted her glasses and walked confidently toward Suma. "We're partners, yes?"
"Damn right we are," Suma grinned, snapping her gum. Her tight white T-shirt clung scandalously, already turning semi-see-through with sweat. "Let's show 'em what real girls look like."
The boys wept.
Hiyori stretched with calm precision — but her massive boobs bounced hypnotically, making even Mizuki blink twice.
Suma dropped into lunges, her shorts threatening to explode under the pressure of her ridiculously toned thighs, her tank top struggling against gravity.
Gojo, meanwhile, was standing… alone.
He sighed.
Then—
"Gojo-kun."
He turned.
Mizuki stood before him, eyes soft, lips curled into a teasing smile.
"You have no partner?"
"Uh— yeah. Everyone else kinda—"
"Then I shall volunteer," she said gently.
Gojo's soul left his body.
Before he could protest, she stepped close — very close — and took his hands.
"Let's warm up together."
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Ten Minutes Later — Gojo's Personal Heaven/Hell
"Gojo-kun, please hold your arms higher."
"H-h-higher?!"
Mizuki reached behind him, guiding his shoulders up — her body pressing against his back, her breath warm on his neck.
Gojo shivered.
Then she leaned forward, guiding him into a deep squat, her full chest grazing his shoulder, her scent like ocean rain and forbidden temptation.
"Your form is sloppy," she said sweetly. "You must learn control."
"I CAN'T CONTROL ANYTHING RIGHT NOW!" he screamed internally.
The final straw was the "trust lean" exercise.
Mizuki stepped behind him, pressed their backs together — and slowly leaned, her soft curves flattening against him, her voice in his ear:
"Don't be nervous. I won't let you fall."
Gojo's brain short-circuited. He saw galaxies.
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Meanwhile, from a distance—
Suma was red with rage. "WHY IS HE GETTING SPECIAL TREATMENT?!"
Hiyori sighed. "Because he's the harem protagonist, obviously."
"NOT ON MY WATCH."
She started marching.
So did Hiyori.
And from the side, Hikami just watched with tea in hand, muttering, "And so begins another legendary PE class of suffering and thirst."
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After PE — Locker Room of Trauma
Gojo sat, holding a cold drink to his forehead.
"...I think I broke my purity."
Suma burst in, towel over her shoulders, still glaring.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?!"
"No! I mean yes! I mean—I didn't ask for it!"
Hiyori walked past in nothing but a towel, casually drying her hair. "Maybe next time we all join in."
Gojo choked.
Then—
Mizuki entered, now in her teacher's robe again, hair wet, eyes calm.
She sat beside him.
"I hope I didn't overwhelm you, Gojo-kun."
"W-what? No! I mean—you were amazing. You always are."
She smiled.
"You have a good heart. I can feel it. Even when your thoughts are... chaotic."
"...That's fair," he admitted.
Then Suma shouted from the back, "I KNEW YOU WERE FLIRTING!"
Mizuki smiled, faintly.
And Gojo sighed.
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To be continued...
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