Back to School – The Teacher's Forbidden Fantasy
While I was spacing out in extreme mental shock from discovering that she—my ideal type, the very woman I'd longed for so desperately—harbored a sex fantasy about being raped by a student, Park So-jin was checking the attendance sheet during morning classes. She spotted a name with no checkmark for the entire session and called it out.
"Is Lee Jin-seok here right now?"
When Park So-jin called my name in her beautiful voice, my mind, which had wandered outside from the shock, snapped back. I immediately raised my hand and answered.
"That's me, Lee Jin-seok."
"Lee Jin-seok, could you come see me for a moment?"
After assigning self-study to the class, she called me out into the hallway and told me to follow her as she started walking. We arrived at her private office without a single word between us. She told me to sit on the sofa, then filled the coffee pot with water, turned it on, and said to me,
"Why didn't you attend morning classes today?"
"…."
Now alone with her, it was my first time seeing my ideal type this close up. I let my eyes scan her body up and down as I thought,
This woman has a fantasy about being raped by a student…
The ideal teacher from the 2D game—who always counseled the protagonist whenever he worried about the heroines and cheered him on from the side—was nothing more than a horny sow desperate to be raped by one of her own students.
"Aren't you going to answer?"
At Park So-jin's follow-up, I debated whether to lie about some reason for skipping morning class or lean into her tastes by acting like a thug and setting up for a rape route. Deciding to treat it like practice, I chose to go after her according to her preferences.
I can always redo it later, so this time, let's just go for it casually.
"I didn't feel like coming to school."
"What do you…? So there's no specific reason?"
"Yeah, I just didn't want to."
It was clearly the wrong thing for a student to say, but seeing me state it so boldly, Park So-jin placed a hand on her forehead for a moment, as if realizing she'd been assigned a problem child, then spoke to me again.
"If you really don't want to come to school, you just won't?"
"Yes."
"Haa…."
Letting out a deep sigh, Park So-jin pondered what to do with this kid. Then, as if struck by a good idea, she looked at me brightly and said,
"Well, I guess I have no choice then. I'll contact your parents."
She said that, but she had no real intention of calling. She picked up her phone and pretended to dial just to scare me. But in N company's games, the protagonist's parents were always set to be overseas, so I waited confidently, as if daring her to try.
They're abroad, so a phone call won't work anyway.
As we stared each other down, she must have realized this wasn't working. Park So-jin actually dialed her own phone to call the problem student's parents, but after a brief ring, it cut off saying contact was impossible. She tried again, but the same thing happened. Looking at me with a baffled expression, she seemed utterly dumbfounded—and I burst out laughing at the sight.
Grinning, I told her,
"My parents are both overseas, so I live alone. Calling won't do any good."
Realizing she'd been played, Park So-jin's face flushed red at the thought of a student mocking her. Seeing that, I figured I'd properly gotten under her skin and started thinking about how to conquer her.
Since I'd already decided on the rape route, I could fulfill her desires anytime I wanted. But I didn't want to take down the woman I'd waited for and adored so easily. I planned to use every skill I had to go after her.
The best way is to subdue her first and then use Imprint.
The definition of "subdue" was ambiguous, so I'd have to know the exact limits before using that method. For now, I set it aside. Having already decided what imprint to place on her, I ignored her as she flushed and tried to scold me, stood up, and walked out.
This should at least get her attention.
In the 2D version, I'd have helped the newly assigned homeroom teacher with this and that to raise affection. But this run was all about going wild, so with free choices, I decided to do whatever felt good.
After the delinquent student left, Park So-jin was left alone in her private office. She sighed and leaned back onto the sofa languidly.
My first year as homeroom teacher, and a problem child like that ends up in my class…
She kept sighing, wondering what to do, when she recalled the way he'd mocked and looked down on her. Her body shivered, and she crossed and uncrossed her thighs.
She knew her own sexual preferences and always relieved her urges by fantasizing about being forcibly dominated by students. But that gaze—one she'd never received in her school life—made her body heat up.
You crazy bitch, what good does thinking like that do now!
Park So-jin scolded herself for getting aroused even in this serious situation where a student was refusing to attend school. But against her will, she was already imagining being raped by the problem child, photographed, and forced to offer her body anytime as blackmail—even picturing it happening in a lecture hall full of students attending class, spreading her legs for him in front of everyone.
"Ha-ut... haa..."
Disciplining him alone, but the problem student can't hold back his anger, charges at her, pins her down, rips off her clothes forcibly, gropes her everywhere, then shoves his imaginary cock into her pussy while she's helpless to resist. After finishing, he photographs her shameful state to use against her anytime. She spread her legs for him in a classroom packed with students...
Lost in her fantasies, she unknowingly leaned back on the sofa, legs spread, skirt hiked up to her hips, and started masturbating.
Squelch.
"Hngh-ut..."
Knowing she couldn't get caught, she stifled her voice as much as possible, stimulating her pussy hidden beneath her flesh-colored stockings and panties with her fingers. But a knock at the door startled her. She hurriedly fixed her clothes, stood as if nothing had happened, and went to the door.
"Is something wrong, Teacher Park So-jin?"
The voice from outside belonged to Kim Su-jun, the Korean language teacher.
"No, it's fine."
"Then please return to class quickly. The students are self-studying on the first day without their teacher."
"Yes, I'll be right there."
Having forgotten she was supposed to be in class, she'd been lost in masturbation. She grabbed tissues from her desk, wiped her pussy still oozing sticky fluids from moments ago, and headed to the classroom.
The students weren't self-studying—they were rowdily chatting and causing a racket, probably bothering the other classes. Park So-jin boldly opened the door and bellowed at them to quiet down.
"Quiet!"
"“““………….”””"
"Who told you you could talk?"
Having silenced the class with one shout, she felt a swell of pride as she scanned the students. But spotting Lee Jin-seok staring at her from the back row reminded her of her masturbation session, and she flinched, averting her gaze.
After Park So-jin's class ended and the remaining two periods passed without incident, eager to properly experience virtual reality, I stood up immediately and headed for the school gate.
"Hey, Lee Jin-seok!"
Just as I was about to exit, someone tapped my back and called my name brightly. I turned reflexively to see a petite female student poke my cheek with her index finger extended.
"Kyahaha, gotcha~?"
"Lee In-ah."
"Yeah, what's up?"
My childhood friend heroine, Lee In-ah—with her energetic, tomboyish charm and black bob haircut—stood at about 160cm. Her breasts poked out modestly, feminine curves under her uniform skirt paired with slightly sheer black stockings and slippers. With cat-like features, slightly upturned eyes, and a beauty mark just below her right eye that amplified her playfulness, she was the heroine with the smallest breasts—but compensated with exceptional development elsewhere: her hips, the most important asset for a woman. As a track athlete, her thighs were toned and firm, giving her hips unrivaled width among the school's heroines. No one could match her there.
"Hey, you called me but won't say anything?"
"Just felt like calling."
I gave a casual reply to her as she poked me playfully, then activated Lustful Eye to check her out.
Her sexual taste matched her personality—doing things her own way—with nothing particularly special. But after seeing F-cups and I-cups today via Lustful Eye, her breasts looked even more modest.
Still, Lee In-ah turned out just as expected. Good.
The mental shock from Park So-jin's tastes had been huge; I'd worried Lee In-ah might have something equally twisted. Relieved by her tame preferences, I walked with her.
"What class are you in?"
"I'm in Class A."
"I'm in F, pretty far apart."
The game school divided classes A through J. Even on the same floor, the classrooms were so vast that F Class was a good 7-minute walk.
"Yeah, won't see each other much during breaks."
"Hmph! That distance is nothing for a track girl like me!"
After a few minutes of walking and chatting, we reached the fork where we had to part. We waved goodbye.
"See ya! Wanna go to school together Monday?"
"Hm... yeah, text me."
"Okay!"
Leaving the promise to commute together Monday behind, I parted with Lee In-ah. Once home, I showered clean, changed into comfy clothes, tidied up, and gave the place a once-over.