“It’s more arousing to take off school uniform pants than suit pants, right?”
My sprawled arms twitched, and my right hand caught the metal pen holder. With a loud noise, everything in the pen holder spilled onto the desk and floor. This happened because my arm extended to the neighboring desk, as three desks were connected in a row.
A pen rolled toward me and stopped right before my eyes. Recognizing it as the blue fountain pen that my senior often used, my halted heart creaked with foreboding anxiety.
Whether Woo Tae-seon’s implication matched my thoughts didn’t matter. I was already engulfed in fear as if blindfolded.
“You… you’re not my student.”
“What’s this suddenly? Does that change anything?”
“No. Ugh, no…”
“Fine. Then let’s say we’re just men. Is that better?”
He wouldn’t simply agree with me. Only then did my senses return. His calm voice made me tremble even more. I feared Woo Tae-seon’s generosity. When he takes one step back, he surely means to advance two steps…
“But then why did you keep having sex with me?”
“I never… hngh! Ah, ah!”
“Well, I guess my dick and Song Jae-yun’s hole are quite compatible.”
With a contemplative tone trailing off, he answered his own question with such naturalness that he made falsehoods seem like truth. Simultaneously, he roughly thrust his hips up again, effectively silencing me.
Only the sounds Woo Tae-seon permitted filled my ears. My moans, the dull sounds of our lower bodies colliding, and even the squelching sounds from our connection point.
“How does it feel? Between earlier and now, I mean. Is it different?”
“Hahh, nngh, ah! Hiik…”
“Earlier it was a student who loves his teacher giving it to you, and now it’s just some random high school kid, hm? Giving it to you.”
“Pleaase, ah, huk! Nngh.”
“Seeing how tight you’re squeezing, huff, you must like it.”
Woo Tae-seon condemned me. Like an offering placed on an altar, I lay on the desk with my stomach exposed, being butchered. His voice restrained my limbs, his cool gaze sliced my stomach. And his faint smile ransacked my depths. All I could do, in my ragged state, was shed my final tears.
“Ah. But you know.”
“Hng. Ah, Tae-seon, Tae-seon!”
“Either way, you’re still just a perverted adult craving young dick, aren’t you?”
It was Woo Tae-seon who pushed me to the edge of the cliff. It was also Woo Tae-seon who created the cliff. Everything was his doing.
There was always a twisted cause in his words. All of them were fundamentally misaligned statements.
“…Anyway, anyway, you’re not even nineteen yet!”
Woo Tae-seon, who had been thrusting as if to pierce through my stomach, abruptly stopped. The sound of sweat-soaked flesh sticking together and separating also ceased. In the silence left with only our heavy breathing, our gazes briefly met.
Understanding gradually spread across his previously blank eyes that reflected my tense face.
“Ah, that.”
“…Hngh.”
“Were you worried about that?”
And then a slight upturn of the corners of his lips.
“How cute.”
Woo Tae-seon, grinning, pressed my lower body down toward my head as if rolling me up.
The unfamiliar position, with my calves closer to my head, caused my insides to contract tightly, and my half-folded body blocked the inner passage midway. And so, into that narrower and shorter space, Woo Tae-seon mercilessly drove down from above.
Every time Woo Tae-seon, who firmly secured my half-folded waist and thighs with just his grip, ravaged my insides, his dick, which was already overwhelming as it pushed stiffly against my inner walls, grew to an impossibly monstrous size.
“So what if you’re not a minor?”
“Hahh, nngh! Ah, ah! Stop!”
“Did you hope I’d make you my lover?”
“Huu, uk! Haaah!”
“Or were you disappointed? Tell me which one turns you on more.”
Punching his shoulders desperately had no effect. I couldn’t possibly stop the highly excited Woo Tae-seon with my strength. Just enduring was enough to make my trembling legs cramp.
“I’ll fuck you that way.”
Woo Tae-seon swung his dick in the direction where my body yielded. As if I had somehow indicated that was what I wanted. Woo Tae-seon was always like that, keeping two possibilities open and violating me according to whichever direction I stepped. To Woo Tae-seon, everything was always a game.
I was shaken so mindlessly that I forgot we were in the teachers’ office. Only when the large clock on the wall entered my blurred vision did I realize it was 30 minutes past closing time, making me aware that I had even forgotten where we were. A moan reverberated in my throat.
“It feels good to have no thoughts when I fuck you like this, right?”
In a way, he wasn’t wrong. Perhaps it was better to be mindlessly shaken under Woo Tae-seon than to be hung up and have my pride wounded by his various remarks. Just like this, without thinking…
“Think whatever you want, Teacher. It’s all the same to me.”
“…Haah.”
“See? It feels good when you bend so prettily.”
Woo Tae-seon’s face came closer as he bent his waist. His fingers, which had been combing through my disheveled hair, gripped both my cheeks and stole even my field of vision. Simultaneously, his dick penetrated deeper and shot hot semen toward my inner walls.
Feeling the warmth that had leapt up to my chest, I knew that I too had experienced a release.
“If you just send a simple message saying you can’t make it tonight, do I have to hold back?”
It wasn’t sudden. He had been twisted from the very beginning.
