The classroom after school. I was called by Ms. Murasaki, the art club advisor. As we talked about my future path and drawing, she quietly handed me her sketchbook and whispered, 'Hey, draw a picture of me one last time... I'll be your model.' Ms. Murasaki slowly took off her clothes, becoming as beautiful as a painting in the nude. That body radiated presence right before my eyes, and the 'naked' figure I was supposed to draw had already stolen my heart. 'Is this your first time seeing the real thing?' she asked as she let me touch her breasts, ass, and crotch, her breathing growing ragged. The sketch I was supposed to observe gradually turned into an act of touching. Then came the moment when my brush pierced Ms. Murasaki. The moment bodies intertwine makes one forget the master-disciple relationship, a decadent and intense time. In the end, paint copious amounts of milky semen onto the teacher's beautiful canvas. This is more than just art; here lies forbidden nude drawing.
