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Chapter 8

Alcohol Makes You Lose Your Memory

After My Wife Was Stolen by My Best Friend, My Beautiful Female Students Started Pressuring Me, Saying, ‘Please Think of Us As Your Wife and Hold Us Instead.’ :


“…Well, what should I do?”

Getting students to help with my revenge…

I wonder if it’s still possible to pretend that conversation never happened, even now…

As I was pondering this in the staff room, someone called out to me.

“Are you okay, sensei?”

It was Ms. Miyama, the assistant teacher.

“…Ah, I’m fine. I was just spacing out a bit…”

“Is that so…? Oh, I know! How about going out for a drink today?”

Until now, I had avoided drinking parties out of consideration for my wife, but I guess I don’t need to worry about that anymore.

“…Yeah, maybe it would be good to go out for a change.”

“Really!? Yay, yay! I know a great place!” Ms. Miyama said excitedly.

I didn’t have the impression that she was much of a drinker, though…

“Here we are!”

After finishing up work, the two of us entered a new-looking place near the station.

The atmosphere was quite stylish, more like a restaurant than an izakaya.

We were shown to a private room, and Ms. Miyama started ordering using a tablet, as if she was used to it.

“These days, everywhere uses tablets, huh? What a convenient world we live in.”

“Yeah. Do you go out drinking often, Ms. Miyama?”

“Hmm, I guess I go out with friends sometimes? Oh, but they’re all female friends!”

“I see. Friends from high school or college?”

“Yep! Since my hometown is around here, a lot of people stayed in the area. Oh, is beer okay for the first round?”

“Sure.”

And so, the food and drinks started arriving one after another.

“Sorry, I just ordered whatever!”

“Ah, it’s totally fine. I don’t have any dislikes.”

Ms. Miyama was two years younger than me, but she could really hold her liquor.

From lemon sours to highballs, beer, plum wine, and shochu, she seemed to enjoy everything, and her pace kept getting faster.

An hour later, she was completely wasted.

“Hey, are you okay? Haven’t you had too much?”

“Eh~? I’m fiiine! This much is nooo problem~” she said happily, still drinking.

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Well then… maybe I should let loose a bit too.

I wasn’t much of a drinker, but I kept going.

Since I hadn’t been drinking much lately, I got drunk quickly.

We left the place and got some fresh air outside.

“Ah… this is bad… I’m starting to feel sick.”

“Eh~? Really~? I’m totally fine~” she said, though she was swaying as she walked.

Then, as she was about to step into the road, I grabbed her arm.

“Hey, that’s dangerous.”

“Ehehe~ You grabbed my arm~ Ogata-sensei, you’re so cool~”

“…This much is… ah, I feel sick.”

“Then leeeet’s take a break~! A break~!” she said, pointing at a hotel.

It was a regular business hotel.

Could we just walk in like that?

No, no, staying at a hotel wouldn’t just be a break. It would mean staying the night. That’s going too far…

“…Nah, I think I’ll just take a taxi… ugh… and go home.”

“In that condition, if you get in a taxi~, you’ll throw up~”

“Even so… a hotel is…”

“I already made a reservation~ so it’s fine~”

“Why did you make a reservation…?”

“Eh~? Why was it again~…” she said, pretending not to know.

After about 15 minutes of back-and-forth, she started shouting, “Waaah! Do I look like such an unattractive woman to you!? How cruel~!” so I reluctantly agreed to go to the hotel.

When we arrived at the hotel, Ms. Miyama immediately dove onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

“Ms. Miyama~. Are you sure you’re okay sleeping like that~?”

“Hehehe~ potatoes~”

Hearing her cute sleep-talking, I took a quick shower and spent the night on the sofa.

“…Haa…”

When I woke up, I was in the hotel.

I looked around, but Ogata-sensei wasn’t there.

I had drunk too much, so I didn’t remember much.

I had prepared the hotel just in case something happened, but it seemed like nothing had.

Wait, did I sleep in my suit? And did I forget to take off my makeup? Thinking this, I headed to the bathroom.

When I opened the bathroom door, there was Ogata-sensei brushing his teeth.

“…Huh?”

“Ah, you’re awake? You were pretty drunk, but are you okay?”

“…Eh!!!” I screamed.

Please ignore this author’s note part (it’s for site’s technical reason)


Author’s Note:
Thank you for reading this chapter! If you enjoyed the mix of drama and slice-of-life elements, don’t forget to leave a comment or share your thoughts. Your support helps keep the story going! For more updates, follow me on [platform name] or check out my other works. Let’s dive deeper into the world of Ogata-sensei and Ms. Miyama as their lives intertwine in unexpected ways.

Worldbuilding Glossary:

  • Izakaya: A casual Japanese pub where people gather to enjoy drinks and small dishes.
  • Lemon Sour: A popular Japanese cocktail made with shochu, lemon juice, and soda water.
  • Highball: A simple cocktail made with whiskey and carbonated water, often enjoyed in Japan.
  • Shochu: A distilled Japanese spirit, milder than whiskey but stronger than wine.
  • Business Hotel: A no-frills hotel in Japan, often used by travelers or for short stays.
After My Wife Was Stolen by My Best Friend, My Beautiful Female Students Started Pressuring Me, Saying, ‘Please Think of Us As Your Wife and Hold Us Instead.’

After My Wife Was Stolen by My Best Friend, My Beautiful Female Students Started Pressuring Me, Saying, ‘Please Think of Us As Your Wife and Hold Us Instead.’

妻を親友にNTRれてから、美少女な生徒達から「奥さんの代わりだと思って抱いてください」と迫られるようになりました
Score 9.9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2025 Native Language: Japanese
I hadn't been intimate with my wife for about two years. Yet, for some reason, her belly began to grow larger. When I confronted her about it, she left a letter and walked out. The person she had been having an affair with turned out to be my best friend. In the depths of despair, I continued working as a teacher, leading an empty and hollow life. Then, one day, I ended up confiding about the situation to one of my students. After that, the students began to approach me...

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