“What are you talking about?”
—”Wow, fuck. Eating something delicious all by yourself! That’s so cheap!”
“I’m going. Hanging up now.”
—”Save some for me, you disloyal bastard!”
I knew Woo Tae-seon had put his phone in his pocket when another palm touched my empty buttocks. Only then did the moan and relief I’d been holding back burst out.
Woo Tae-seon licked even more ravenously, at a slightly faster pace.
“Can we share it?”
“Hnng, what, what are you saying!”
“Jae-jin wants you to save some. Something delicious.”
I was about to ask what nonsense he was talking about, but I held back tightly at the thought that he might actually take me there. Then sadness welled up, immediately bursting into hiccupping sobs.
I was scared. So scared. Woo Tae-seon had never taken me in front of other people before, but he was always unpredictable. I felt anxious.
“Don’t, hic, sob, don’t do it.”
“Wouldn’t it taste better if we shared it?”
“Huuu, sniff, ahh. I’m sorry, huu, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you think it’s unfair that I’m the only one who knows?”
I begged for forgiveness over and over. I spread my legs wider for Woo Tae-seon while crying. Only after another long vibration did Woo Tae-seon finally let me go.
I sprawled on the floor like a deflated balloon after a brief flight. While I was barely breathing heavily, somehow I found the strength to slap away Woo Tae-seon’s hand reaching toward my lower body.
“Aren’t you going to give back my necktie?”
“…Ah.”
The necktie I had managed to untie while suppressing several moans had left a cloudy mark.
“It’s dirty now.”
“……”
Woo Tae-seon examined his necktie, the one covered in my semen, front and back. I watched as Woo Tae-seon’s fingers wiped some of the semen from the necktie. Those same fingers then traced across my cheek. The slippery fluid dripped down my cheek.
“It suits you, teacher.”
“Haaa……”
“Something white and pretty.”
Woo Tae-seon, who was about to get up, came back with an “Ah.”
“Next time, should we do it in front of that bastard?”
“…What?”
“If I catch you going to another guy one more time.”
My body trembled at the whispered voice in my ear. I remained lying on the floor as I watched Woo Tae-seon fix his necktie and disappear into the hallway.
“I told you to act pretty if you want to be treated pretty.”
As I mulled over Woo Tae-seon’s words.
* * *
The teachers’ office was quiet and peaceful long after afternoon classes had begun. This hour was a precious time when I could stay with my senior.
Had there ever been a time when I felt this uncomfortable being with my senior? Far from uncomfortable, I usually eagerly awaited the overlapping gaps when I placed my sparsely filled schedule alongside my senior’s.
So normally, I would have been glancing at my senior, looking for a natural moment to start a conversation, but today I remained very quiet.
Actually, it wasn’t just today.
‘Teacher Song, want some hand cream? I squeezed too much…’
‘I’m fine!’
I shouted before my senior could finish speaking, as if I was about to scream. My senior, who had extended the back of his hand without even looking at me, nodded with a bewildered expression and withdrew his hand.
‘Oh, you startled me. Okay then.’
‘I already, already applied some.’
I added a needlessly detailed excuse out of guilt, but it seemed like no big deal to my senior, who simply nodded lightly and turned his gaze back to the monitor screen he had been looking at. I remembered feeling dejected as I glimpsed my senior meticulously applying the remaining hand cream after wiping off a suitable amount with a tissue.
Was it last Monday? My senior had rushed out to the field, saying there was a soccer bet during lunch. I had been secretly watching the heated short game through the window when I suddenly stood up as my senior fell, unable to avoid a sliding tackle from behind. Of course, I was more startled by my own reaction and quickly sat back down, practically pressing my face against the desk to hide myself as I tried to calm my anxious heart. I could only regain my composure after lowering the blinds completely.
“Hmm. Is this better……”
From the seat next to me came alternating sounds of clicking and sighs filled with contemplation.
But I didn’t have the courage to speak to my senior. Woo Tae-seon was probably in class, but you never knew. If it was Woo Tae-seon, he might suddenly barge in, or he might be watching from somewhere.
I didn’t want to do anything behind his back anymore. I couldn’t stop my senior from coming, but at least I wouldn’t approach him.
It would have been better not to be conscious of my senior from the beginning, but I couldn’t help feeling tense whenever he was nearby. The more tense I became, the more anxious I felt, and the more all my attention focused on my senior. It was torture for me alone.
Woo Tae-seon always seemed to know everything about me. With such thoughts and repeated incidents, I had begun to censor my own behavior even when he wasn’t around.
“What’s this?”
I shouldn’t have been interested in such a voice. Moreover, the monitor screen was filled with ID photos of students neatly dressed in summer uniforms.
‘Mmm, do you like it when I prod you like this?’
‘Ah, I’m going to, going to cum. Hnng!’
‘Or do you prefer when I suck hard?’
The voices from my memory followed naturally even from just a glimpse, making me retreat further into silence.
“Jae-yun, look at this.”
But my senior eventually drew my attention, and the problem was that I hadn’t yet reached the stage where I could ignore him.
With each click of my senior’s mouse, slightly different images of Woo Tae-seon repeatedly flashed across the screen. Even knowing they were just photos, I couldn’t bring myself to look directly at those unmoving eyes.
It was the Woo Tae-seon I knew, yet with a face I didn’t recognize. I could clearly picture the thick double eyelids half-covering his deep eye sockets, the languid eyelashes that rose whenever he blinked, but the light-colored irises they contained were unfamiliar. The Woo Tae-seon who had mocked me had reverted to being a proper student.
“Do you think we can ask someone to Photoshop this out?”
“What, what is it?”
“Here. Can’t you see it?”
I followed where my senior’s finger was pointing. Caught in Woo Tae-seon’s gaze, I belatedly noticed the white stain remaining on his necktie.
“I wonder why they submitted this. They should have checked it when taking the photos on site.”
“Ah……”
“It’s so noticeable, there’s no way they couldn’t have seen it.”
My senior kept dragging up memories I had tried to bury.
“But what could have left such a large stain? What do you think it is?”
I knew the answer, but I swallowed hard what had risen to the tip of my tongue. I also deliberately suppressed the tingling sensation rising from below, as if reminding me that it remembered him too.
I shook my head saying I didn’t know, and my senior, apparently not expecting an answer, muttered to himself before making a separate note and moving on to the next item.
‘I told you to act pretty if you want to be treated pretty.’
My heart felt like it would explode. Even without Woo Tae-seon beside me, even without him watching, just the thought of him could easily imprison my behavior.
