Lately, I’ve been checking the calendar on my desk more frequently. It’s become a habit to count the remaining days. My senior colleague tried to console me, saying there was no need to be too disheartened since there would be a full-time teaching position advertised next year, but I wasn’t anxious about the approaching end.
Three months. Not even a hundred days remain now.
The repetitive bell sound echoed through the air. My typing gradually slowed until it stopped completely. With the thought that I just needed to endure one more class period, I turned my gaze toward the window. It seemed like the break bell had just rung, but already several students in gym clothes were running out to the field.
“You called for me.”
At that familiar voice cutting through the bustling noise of the teachers’ office, all my movements froze. Even though there was some distance between us, I couldn’t shake off the tension. I blindly reached out and grabbed whatever documents I could. They were simple test papers I had collected for performance assessment.
Trying to suppress my nerves and wandering eyes, I picked up a red pencil.
“Oh, Tae-seon.”
The person Woo Tae-seon came to see, the one who had called him, was my senior colleague. This meant there was distance between Woo Tae-seon and me thanks to my senior colleague being between us.
I had a window seat, and my senior had a middle seat closer to the aisle than me, so fortunately, I thought there was no reason for him to come near me. That would have been the case if Teacher Kang, who occupied the seat on the opposite side of my senior, hadn’t returned with a mountain of documents in his arms.
“Oh, oh. Tae-seon, just a moment.”
As a pile of documents stacked up between my senior and Teacher Kang’s desks with a thud, Woo Tae-seon naturally had to move to the opposite side.
“You have P.E. this period?”
Only after that persistent gaze turned away could I finally lift my head slightly. His broad back, wrapped in a white T-shirt, stood before me like a large barrier. His sturdy forearms emerged from beneath short sleeves, clasped together behind his back.
“Actually, I think I’ll have to cancel homeroom today.”
“Yes.”
“This is the graduation album application form. Please distribute it to the students. The deadline is, hmm, this Friday?”
I kept grading the test papers, continuously hoping the bell would ring soon.
Number 14 is 2, number 15 is 3…! Instead of drawing a circle, I ended up making a sharp slash. It was because of fingertips that brushed over the back of my hand resting on the chair handle. His pretty, slender fingers seemed to naturally grasp mine in an instant before I could even pull my hand away, even though there was no way he could see behind his back.
Woo Tae-seon wore the face of a well-behaved model student in front, while secretly caressing me behind his back. In this large teachers’ office, only Woo Tae-seon and I were aware of this small secret rendezvous.
Just before the ticklish touch became increasingly blatant, our brief tryst fortunately ended quickly.
“Alright, I’ll leave it to you.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Only after that response could I finally exhale the breath I’d been holding. Woo Tae-seon quickly returned to being an ordinary model student, leaving only me behind, awkwardly off-balance.
After a slight bow as he walked away, our eyes met over the partition. At that moment, I caught him tapping his right earlobe with the same fingers that had been gently caressing me. It was a very brief moment. Woo Tae-seon then left the teachers’ office.
I looked around the office, but it seemed no one else had read his brief message. That was to be expected. What would have been an ordinary gesture to anyone else had a different meaning to me. Even though he had already disappeared, it was as if he were whispering in my ear.
As soon as I left the teachers’ office, I caught a glimpse of his back disappearing at the end of the corridor. Following his footsteps as he quickly vanished wasn’t particularly difficult.
The moment I slightly opened the door of the firmly closed counseling room, something leaped out through the gap, grabbed me, and pulled me inside. Simultaneously, I was pushed against the door that closed behind me.
“Hah!”
The short gasp that escaped due to the impact on my back was entirely consumed by Woo Tae-seon’s lips. The door, I need to lock the door… As I desperately fumbled for the door, a familiar warmth enveloped the back of my hand. Click, we pressed the door lock together.
Unlike me, who could finally let go of my anxiety at that sound, Woo Tae-seon began to act as if he had been given permission to do whatever he pleased from now on.
His firm palms gripped my face from both sides, and his soft lips sucked me in as if they would steal my last breath. A firm thigh wedged between my stiff legs. Not stopping there, it pushed up to my groin and slowly rubbed his body against me, an act as explicit as his tongue, which was entwined with mine, sucking intensely.
I struggled while perched on his thigh, barely enduring his lips that threatened to devour me. But the more I pushed him away, the more aggressive Woo Tae-seon became. The wet, squelching sounds squeezing between our pressed lips struck my ears. My legs began to tremble.
“Hnngh, mmh.”
The fingertips that had been cradling my face tapped my right earlobe. My sensitized body tensed with each touch, which seemed to intrigue him as he became even more daring.
Just as hot breath was about to delve deep into my neck from my swollen lips, the bell I had been so desperately waiting for finally rang. The rapidly approaching heat abruptly stopped. A sigh of disappointment was exhaled very close to my ear. If it had been just a little later, I would undoubtedly have lost all strength in my legs to the wet sounds swirling in my head.
“We’ll continue later. I’ll be waiting.”
A low voice, moist and sticky, whispered. What he left me with was the location for our second rendezvous.
* * *
Even with just one hand appearing suddenly over my shoulder, half of my face was easily covered.
“Next time, should we try blindfolding you? I think that would be more fun.”
The suddenly darkened view constricted me as if it had blocked my breathing too. Perhaps it was the claustrophobia rising from being unable to remove his hand despite it just being lightly placed over my eyes.
Lying face down on the hard vaulting box, even taking a breath was difficult, and my numerous small acts of resistance only drained my strength uselessly before subsiding again and again. All I could do now was quiver at my eyes, trembling weakly like a reed in a strong current.
“No, no…”
Every time I twisted and struggled, the smooth end of a necktie tickled my buttocks. Like the beige pants and underwear bunched up at my tightly bound ankles, my forearms were also neatly aligned together. The only problem was that they were behind my back.
In other words, I was tied up all over and draped across the vaulting box.
“You say no, but your hips are moving.”
As if granting me a favor, Woo Tae-seon released me, and only then could I finally recover my vision and desperately inhale. Not missing the moment I was gasping, the thick tip that had been rubbing my already mushy entrance parted the tender folds and pushed its body in.
“…Ah!”
“Whew. Teacher likes it from behind too. Because I can put it all the way in.”
No, “rammed in” would be a more accurate description. It felt as if I was being violently struck on the buttocks with a palm like a pot lid. My bare thighs trembled uncontrollably, and I was on the verge of tears from straining so hard.
Woo Tae-seon was behaving particularly uncontrollably today. Every time his groin forcefully lifted my buttocks, I kept trying to suppress the sound of gritted teeth amid the wet, squelching noises of moist flesh colliding.
“Hnng, ah! Ah! Too, deep! Ungh!”
“I like it too. I like how your ass fits me perfectly.”
I couldn’t push away his shoulders as he tried to push endlessly into me, nor could I bite him. All I could do was stretch my neck or twist my body each time the thick column dug into my narrow walls.
In truth, it was beyond overwhelming; I was afraid something terrible might happen. His unfathomable, seething lust terrified me.
Though my hands were bound, I tried to block his groin even a little, but I was repeatedly pushed back in the power struggle against his fierce thrusts.
A large hand pushed up the shirt covering my buttocks to my chest. My bottom, which had begun to heat up after being struck dozens of times by the hard root of his dick, complained of stinging pain even from the brush of the shirt’s hem as it was pushed up.
“It’s a shame I can’t see your face, but this is pretty too.”
“Hnn…”
The tickling touch that had been sensually stroking my thin back, the warmth that had been gently caressing, had transformed into hot palms firmly gripping my ribcage. Just as I noticed the fear of this change, I was pulled downward.
It was an insertion so aggressive it was almost brutal.
“Aagh! Hnngh!”
“You like it that much?”
I let out a scream that felt like I was being torn apart. The thrusting, repeated very quickly, roughly, banging like hammering, was like a cast-iron pan heated red-hot.
I didn’t know what to do with the pouring sensation. I rubbed my head this way and that in confusion, and sometimes thrashed with my chest fully inflated. Of course, all those struggles were only permitted on the rectangular frame where Woo Tae-seon had placed me.
We collided so violently that it made a thudding sound. Every time the dull pain struck me from behind, I was helplessly pushed forward by the recoil. Without even the strength to hold my head up stiffly, my hot cheek was mercilessly rubbed against the rough cloth covering the vaulting box. It wasn’t flushed but heated by friction, yes, friction.
“Ahh. Ungh, haah!”
The body heat spreading in five directions to grab me was too hot for me. I felt like I was going to go crazy. It was too excessive a stimulus for me, who was already quite sensitive.
“Aren’t you being too loud?”
“Hnngh, ah, ah! S-stop!”
“Now you’re not even being careful. What if someone comes?”
Woo Tae-seon smiled brazenly. His voice was very kind and gentle, as if it wasn’t him who had shaken me to the point where I couldn’t properly come to my senses and driven me to the brink of fainting.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
