Chapter 19: The Pleasure of Rape

One evening, as I habitually searched the office, I was shocked to find a large bunch of keys in our female counselor’s drawer. Thinking they might be keys to her apartment, I quickly copied the whole bunch, hoping for a chance to break into her home and wreak havoc. A week later, I finally found a basic information sheet for all the teachers in another teacher’s drawer, including our female counselor’s address, with the note “Lives alone.” Excited, after confirming she had come to class the next day, I hurriedly skipped school and headed towards the beautiful counselor’s apartment.

After…