The chat window showed only my messages that I had barely managed to send about an hour ago. It seemed that the screen had turned off just like that.
There was no reply below, and the number that had been beside it had also disappeared. Was it because I had said I couldn’t come today for these reasons?
I was slightly relieved that it ended this way without him throwing a tantrum. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t suspicious, but if Woo Tae-seon had wanted to put me in an awkward position, he certainly could have.
Holding my phone—literally and figuratively my only guiding light—firmly with both hands, I left the staff room. Moving the rear flash quickly back and forth, I illuminated everywhere my eyes could reach.
“…Damn. This is a bit scary.”
While I couldn’t say I was particularly brave, what made me especially tense today was all because of my senior colleague.
‘Teacher Song, you’re on duty today, right? This is bad. What should we do?’
‘What? Why?’
‘Because it’s Wednesday. There’s an old rumor at our school. Huh? Curious, aren’t you? Curious?’
‘…No? Not at all.’
‘Oh, the courage to face the unknown? That’s impressive~’
‘Forget it. I’m really not curious, so don’t tell me. I can’t hear you, can’t hear you.’
‘Okay, okay. Then stick close to the staff room. They say that thing hates light.’
‘Ah, senior!’
The dark school was much creepier than I expected. Even the familiar stairs, where I could clearly picture students running up and down noisily, felt like a place I was visiting for the first time, making me tense. Though I thought I should hurry back, each step I took was cautious.
“Ugh. Choi Hae-jin, seriously…”
Even the sound of the sliding door opening and closing felt eerie in the pitch-black darkness. When returning to the staff room with the attendance book with the key dangling from it, I definitely hastened my steps.
My rapidly striking footsteps echoed through the corridor. Perhaps the corridor was too wide, causing the sound to reverberate. Or maybe it sounded louder because it was so quiet. No, had it made this sound earlier? All sorts of thoughts began to surface.
My gradually quickening steps turned into almost a run as I passed through the corridor leading to the main building. The more I ran, the more those sounds seemed to chase after me.
I could see the staff room. Just a little further! That’s when my shoulder was suddenly grabbed. Right in front of the brightly lit staff room, I froze in place like I had turned into Medusa, swallowing even my scream.
“Teacher?”
“…Ah!”
It was Woo Tae-seon.
The tears that were about to form retreated, replaced by a sigh of relief. Just confirming that I wasn’t alone here was reassuring.
“Why, why are you here…”
“I was worried.”
His kindness scrutinized me closely. Worried, he said. At his brazen gentleness, my breath caught.
The relationship between Woo Tae-seon and me was as calm as beneath a still water surface. Looking at him was like facing a sea enveloped in silence. I couldn’t move, as if sinking sand lay beneath my feet. His unfathomable inner thoughts were similar, as was the precarious peace that could easily be overturned by a capricious wave.
“…Oh.”
It seemed like everything would be fine if I just didn’t move. If I didn’t deliberately stir up the dark depths into muddy water. So, just like this.
“I was afraid you might be secretly jerking off alone.”
Peacefully…
“Just kidding.”
Woo Tae-seon put his arm around my shoulder, smiling. Without even having the presence of mind to place the attendance book in its empty spot on the bookshelf, I returned to my seat guided by him.
“You said you were scared of being alone.”
That didn’t mean I wanted to be with Woo Tae-seon. I would have preferred to be alone. Even if I had to go back to that corridor from earlier, walking alone would have been much better.
“Finish your work. Continue.”
“…An hour will do.”
“The sooner you finish, the sooner you can leave.”
It seems he had no intention of letting me go easily. I fumbled for a pen rolling on the desk and grasped it. I quickly flipped through the stacked documents without even recognizing what I was reading, let alone what letters they contained.
I could feel a persistent gaze. From the seat next to mine, my senior’s seat, Woo Tae-seon was quietly watching me with his chin resting on his hand. Each time his fingers drummed on the desk at familiar intervals, it felt like a sentence was about to be pronounced.
I was anxious. Having nodded to Teacher Jung, who said that about 10 minutes was fine, I now mulled over first 15 minutes, then 20. The time to leave was no longer something to wait for but a limit to endure.
My clouded judgment whispered to me. That I should escape to a safe place before his patience, like a capricious wave, engulfed me. No thought came to mind except that I needed to get out of there.
“Take your time. I can wait.”
If I had only heard that voice, I might have believed Woo Tae-seon.
“…Phew.”
Beneath the kind voice, if only Woo Tae-seon wasn’t holding his dick while looking at me.
Woo Tae-seon’s fist, gripping the dark red tip he had pulled out from between his loosened waistband, moved rhythmically. With each up and down movement, I could see the skin pushing up and then coming back down. Even the dull sound made when it hit against his groin was vividly clear.
Unlike me, who couldn’t hide the increasingly rough beating of my heart, Woo Tae-seon didn’t try to hide anything. Not his languid eyes, gradually staining with sticky desire as light interest mixed with moist breathing. Nor the increasingly slick, explicit sounds each time he slowly stroked what he held, then let go.
The fact that he didn’t touch even my fingertips wasn’t for my sake.
‘Keep working. Continue.’
All of these things were merely elements that could heighten his amusement.
I met those persistent light-colored eyes in the pitch-black window as I turned my head away from him. A face hazily reflected on the vast blackness filling the large window. A gaze staring intently at me with left and right reversed, unfamiliar yet familiar.
Through the heavy air that filled every space without gaps, my twisted smile finally broke free.
“I like it when teacher gets nervous.”
I didn’t want to move obediently as he wanted. But not even my little toe would follow my will. My tongue, where light laughter had melted away, stiffened, and my dry gaze pulled at my ankles as if it were sand in a desert robbed of moisture.
Already, my everything was adjusting to him.
“…Ah.”
I knew the distance between us was narrowing each time the colored portrait in the window rippled and moved.
Just taking a few steps closer, just leaning against one side of my desk was enough to set my entire body on edge. Even without facing him directly, those persistent eyes burning beneath long eyelashes felt as if they were right in front of me. That was Woo Tae-seon’s presence to me.
The rigid silence was fuel that burned ceaselessly to make me move, and each gasping breath was a fan gently urging me on. The flames of emotion surrounding me rose higher and higher.
“Did you know it too, teacher?”
His index and middle fingers walked one step at a time toward my stiffened nape, starting from the tips of my tensed shoulders, like leaving footprints on a sandy beach.
My neck trembled. My Adam’s apple bobbed down as I barely pushed away the firm palm gripping my neck. I swallowed my breath at the thick collar that squeezed me while lightly holding me with one hand.
“Frozen stiff with thoughts of me.”
Woo Tae-seon, who had only lingered in my ears, gradually spread into my field of vision. Following the palm that gripped my breath, moving as he wanted, I had to slowly turn toward Woo Tae-seon.
Well-shaped black jeans following toned calves and firm thighs stretched over dark loafers, and the front buttons hastily tidied after being undone.
“When you look up at me in a daze.”
“…Hnngh.”
What I finally faced was the Woo Tae-seon I knew. Smiling brightly, refreshingly.
“It really turns me on, your face.”
I strongly felt that the fence surrounding me had been there from the beginning, that I wouldn’t be able to escape easily as I thought.
“Now you seem quite good at getting a man hard.”
The voice whispering vulgar words while ruffling my hair was extremely gentle. So much so that if I couldn’t understand Korean, I might have nodded and laughed along.
“Tae-seon. Here, here is the faculty room…”
“Yes, and looking at me like that is making me stiff again.”
Unlike his playful manner, his dick, emerging from his opened front, was already standing tall. I trembled in fear, unable to properly look at the large flesh cutting slowly and heavily through the air. Just the slight bobbing of the glans was threat enough for me.
“Your ass must be getting itchy from sitting so long, teacher?”
Everything happened as Woo Tae-seon said. Like the sudden tension surrounding me at a light comment, everything happened as he wanted.
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