While mechanically repeating the slow toothbrushing, I suddenly caught the lifeless face and eyes in the mirror. Have I lost weight? With the toothbrush still in my mouth, I tilted my head to one side and rubbed my prominent jawline. Even with the toothbrush inside my cheek, it looked quite slim.
I pulled at the bangs fluttering in front of me, and they were long enough to half-cover my eyes. Have they grown this much already? Releasing my hair, I thought I should get it trimmed soon.
I shook my head lightly while looking upward, intending to fix my slightly disheveled straight hair. Not knowing that his gaze, seen through my hair, would come to mind.
‘I think I like you, Teacher.’
Like an arrow targeting the tree behind me, the voice instantly brushed past my ear, causing me to hurriedly spit out the toothpaste foam in my mouth. Each time I roughly inhaled while gripping the sink, the sharp sensation of toothpaste struck my throat as if telling me to pull myself together.
It was just another ordinary day like any other. So there should have been no reason for me to be confused. It must have been just something he said casually. Nevertheless, the light voice that seemed so nonchalant had been lingering in my mind for days.
I was the only one wrapped in needless tension. Unlike me, who tensed up even before Woo Tae-seon approached, he remained calm as he brushed past me when I froze. So nothing had changed about him.
I wished that the voice stickily clinging to my mind would be washed away along with the rinsing water flowing down the drain.
I was on my way back to my desk, holding a rinse cup in one hand and shaking the water off my toothbrush with the other. Several teachers were gathered at one side of the glass window. Out of curiosity, my head turned in that direction.
Following their gaze, I saw a group of five or six students running after a basketball on the field. I was tilting my head, feeling something was somehow empty.
“Without Tae-seon, the game is definitely bland.”
My cheeks flushed hot at realizing that the vague strangeness I had detected in such a short time was his absence.
“I heard he went to the infirmary earlier, he must still be there.”
“Oh my, is he sick?”
“It seems so. I didn’t hear the details.”
“It’s probably just poor condition. Around this time, even kids who usually manage well find it difficult, you know.”
What caught me as I was quietly trying to return to my seat were voices whispering in a smaller tone.
“I heard last time that he seems to live alone in Korea.”
“Isn’t that common for rich people? Like those annual couple things~”
“This shows that money isn’t everything.”
“Exactly. Being alone when you’re sick must be sad.”
It wasn’t something I didn’t know. I had just passed over it, taking it for granted. Come to think of it, Woo Tae-seon’s house was always empty. There were traces suggesting someone maintained it regularly, but I suddenly realized that despite countless visits to his house over a long period, I had never encountered even a caretaker.
Woo Tae-seon was always alone in that spacious house, like a European mansion. I had never asked about the reason or circumstances, nor had I even thought to ask. Perhaps I had unconsciously sensed the lonely air emanating from a house lived in alone.
So if I hadn’t heard that conversation, I wouldn’t have spent over two hours worrying about the infirmary.
After finishing the fifth period class, I even had an obvious dilemma between the right corridor, which led directly to the teachers’ office down just one flight of stairs, and the left corridor, which I clearly should have taken. Of course, in the end, I moved towards the right corridor.
Was he really sick, or was it just an excuse to skip class? Even after returning to the teachers’ office, I remained on edge. Whenever I tried to dismiss it as nothing serious, the image of him lying alone on the infirmary bed would pop into my mind. The warm porridge I had eaten after waking up, the cool palm wrapping around a feverish forehead—memories I had tried to ignore resurfaced.
At that moment, a piece of paper fluttered through the air and fell to the floor.
“…Ouch.”
A sharp red line appeared on the tip of my index finger, and a small drop of blood formed. When I pressed both sides firmly, the drop quickly grew larger. The white corner of the tissue I hastily pulled out was rapidly stained the same color.
I had no class this period. Meanwhile, my finger was bleeding. So going to the infirmary for simple treatment and coming back would be perfect timing. Only then did my uneasy mind feel at ease. So it wasn’t that I was concerned for any other reason.
Knock knock.
Despite the not-so-small knocking sound, it was quiet beyond the sliding door. After waiting briefly for a response, I carefully pushed the wooden door in the opposite direction.
The afternoon scene in the infirmary after lunch was suspiciously peaceful and languid. A large window was wide open behind the reddish wooden desk that was the first thing you saw upon entering the infirmary, and fresh autumn air filled the room whenever the white curtains fluttered.
Beside it, several beds were lined up, each with a neatly folded blanket and pillow set. I walked straight to the last bed, the only one that was different.
I looked down at the sleeping face that showed no movement, not even the slightest, although I hadn’t walked quietly so he surely would have sensed my presence. The sight of him behaving quietly was awkwardly unfamiliar enough to make me fidget.
It was a face where a neat forehead revealed through disheveled bangs, a prominent nose bridge, a jawline that looked especially sharp and fierce today, along with lush eyelashes and red lips coexisted. Woo Tae-seon’s pretty yet handsome face.
Then I belatedly discovered three or four undiscarded pill wrappers on the small bedside table.
“…Is he really sick.”
Perhaps that’s why the face I thought was peaceful seemed to have a slight flush. It wasn’t an excuse; he really wasn’t feeling well. Though judging by his expression, which didn’t look particularly uncomfortable, the medicine seemed to be working well.
Woo Tae-seon’s weak appearance was too unfamiliar. Woo Tae-seon had always seemed relaxed, lightly pressing down on others even in situations where he should have been bowing.
The peaceful time flowed quietly. I stayed by his side, even forgetting my finger that had stopped bleeding before I reached the infirmary. Then, just when I thought I should head back soon, my wrist was suddenly grabbed before I could stand up.
“…So this is how it feels.”
A murky voice, as if rolling in mud, murmured softly. The time I had been sitting wasn’t very long, and during that time not even a single eyelash had trembled, so how did he know it was me?
“I’m going to go. I just came for a moment, no, briefly.”
I ended up stammering due to my surprise. Damn it. I bit my lip while tightly closing my eyes.
I tried to hastily free myself from the hand that had grabbed me, but instead I was pulled by it. Pushed by an unexpected force, I tumbled over Woo Tae-seon, spilling onto him.
“Pouncing on a sick person. You’re really a pervert.”
Instinctively, I had avoided putting my hands on the person lying down, but the result was undeniable—what Woo Tae-seon said wasn’t wrong, which was frustrating. I was propping myself up with my palms on either side of Woo Tae-seon’s face, as if I were really trying to pounce on him lying on the bed.
Woo Tae-seon, blinking with seemingly innocent eyes, firmly gripped my pelvis with both hands and placed it entirely on his abs. It was a terribly rough touch.
“I didn’t touch you when you were sick.”
“I-I’ll get down.”
“Want to do it here?”
The window where curtains fluttered with each breeze, the infirmary door I hadn’t locked, and the health teacher who could return at any time, plus the remaining time until the end of the sixth period shown on the clock I had glanced at—all these circumstances were proof that Woo Tae-seon’s demand was unreasonable.
“S-sex is…”
“Who said we’d do it together?”
“…Huh?”
“You’ll do it alone, Teacher. Okay?”
His fingers gently scratching my rounded knees tickled. As if he were about to throw a tantrum.
The eyes looking up at me seemed unusually docile today, but I couldn’t tell if it was due to his depleted energy or because of the shameless voice that occasionally came to my ear and whispered that he liked me when I was alone.
“Today, say my name while doing it.”
Only then did I guess why he was being so insistent despite being unwell enough to need four pills. It seemed to be because of the wedding invitation I received this morning. There was no other plausible reason that came to mind.
‘Teacher, what’s this? Oh my. Could it be a wedding invitation?’
‘This teacher already has a date set?’
‘Wow, congratulations. Where are you going for your honeymoon? I’m so jealous~’
The hot news that had heated up the teachers’ office all morning was the wedding invitation that my senior colleague had distributed to each desk. Since it was my senior, they would have posted it on the classroom bulletin board too, so Woo Tae-seon must have known.
Moreover, given that he was already looking at me with such stubborn eyes, he didn’t seem likely to back down easily. No, he would persistently cling to it until I gave in.
So it might be better to quickly appease the sulking Woo Tae-seon. Still, he said I only needed to do it alone… So I thought I just needed to finish quickly before anyone came.
I stood on my knees, spreading my thighs on both sides. With Woo Tae-seon between them, I slowly undid my waistband. After slightly pulling down the end of my drawers and grasping my soft dick in my hand, Woo Tae-seon gently rubbed my thighs and calves over the smooth pants, raising the sensitivity.
My trembling thighs, now extremely sensitive, tried to spring apart in opposite directions. As a result, my stiff dress pants tightly pulled at my thighs.
In my urgency, I rapidly shook my dick as if urging it. Heat gradually spread. Perhaps it was because of Woo Tae-seon’s gaze, which was staring at me intently. The eyes that had seemed like those of a weak baby bird had already changed to the sharp gaze of a bird of prey.
“Hnngh, haah…”
“Are you really masturbating while looking at my face right now?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
