Professor's Preference (7)

I stood beside the bed while Cha Eunyung lay on her side, her back turned toward me. Her silhouette from behind resembled a pristine mountain ridge blanketed in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fresh snow. The elegant curve from her shoulders down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to her waist rose dramatically toward her hips before descending smoothly along her legs to her ankles. A snow-covered peak. Every ridge gleamed pure white under the untouched snow. My gaze traced the difficult climb down the mountain path, where a blue butterfly greeted me. A vivid blue butterfly tattooed behind her pale ankle—the very mark I had etched onto Cha Eunyung’s foot during chapel earlier that day.

Admiring her like this made my cock stiffen again on its own. I climbed onto the bed where she lay and gently pushed her onto her stomach. Cha Eunyung ended up centered on the mattress, face down, then turned her head to look at me. Her hair was still damp from the shower. Those blue eyes watched me with an anxious glint. Her skin, freshly bathed, looked so pale it seemed almost translucent. She carried a mysterious allure. A sweet floral scent rose from her body—the same fragrance from the toiletries she had used in the bathroom moments ago.

My eyes drifted to her ankle. That slender joint, white as freshly fallen snow, had swayed teasingly in front of me during chapel, tempting me. I leaned down and took hold of her right ankle, the one bearing the blue butterfly tattoo, lifting it upward. A startled cry escaped Cha Eunyung’s lips.

“Kyaa! W-what are you doing…! Ah… Daddy…”

I gave no reply. With only her right ankle raised, she rolled onto her left side once more. Her legs formed a graceful right angle, spread wide. Between those parted thighs, her pink folds bloomed like a flower. I shifted position, kneeling between her left leg while still gripping her right ankle high in the air. From this angle, my cock rested heavily against her left thigh. Just ahead lay the pink flower I had seen earlier.

Looking straight ahead, her white ankle hovered right before my eyes—the same ankle that had swayed so provocatively during chapel. The blue butterfly tattoo sat just behind it. I pressed my nose to the tattoo and inhaled deeply. The floral scent flooded my senses. Pink folds. Blue butterfly. Her body itself felt like a living work of art.

Though her right ankle was pinned and her legs spread wide, Cha Eunyung didn’t seem particularly uncomfortable. From the way her waist had arched so flexibly earlier, I already knew her body was supple—whether from natural flexibility or the blessing of youth, it only heightened my arousal.

I held her right ankle with my left hand and wrapped my right arm around her right thigh, then slowly pushed forward on my knees. Compared to her beautiful pink sex, my cock looked almost grotesque—a thick, dangling slug advancing toward the delicate flower. As it dragged across her thigh, it grew harder and larger with every inch. Soon my glans brushed against her entrance.

Cha Eunyung had been frowning slightly ever since my shaft first grazed her thigh. When the head finally touched her folds, a small whimper slipped out—neither quite pain nor pleasure, more like the sound someone makes upon touching something filthy.

“Nngh!”

Still lying on her side, she looked up at me. Those clear blue eyes met mine. Without breaking eye contact, I thrust my cock into her.

—Schllrrp.

“Haaah!”

A louder moan burst from her. From below, I could see my thick shaft buried crudely inside her. I began rocking my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her warm, slick heat. Perhaps thanks to the generous amount of spray I had used earlier, she soon began to respond.

—Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.

“Haa… haa… hoo… haa…”

“Hngh! Haa… haa… haaang~ haang~ haang~”

Her walls clung warmly and softly around me. The more I moved, the sharper the pleasure climbing up my lower body became. I closed my eyes for a moment, lost in it. When I opened them again, the blue butterfly fluttered right in front of my face. With each thrust, the tattoo on her ankle swayed lewdly. Staring at it, I spoke.

“Haa… how’s that… feels good, right? Haa…”

Cha Eunyung gave no answer. I focused on my hips. The blue butterfly continued to flap its wings before my eyes. On impulse, I leaned in and dragged my tongue across the tattoo.

—Lick.

Of course, it tasted like nothing. Still, I didn’t stop. I wanted to indulge in that pale ankle I had stolen glances at during chapel. When I licked it a second time, my eyes met Cha Eunyung’s.

—Lick.

The sight of me licking her ankle made her freeze completely. Then she began to cry.

“Hic… hngh…! Hoo… hic… haa…!”

Even as moans of pleasure escaped her, tears streamed down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her face. Already deep in the throes of lust, the sight of her suddenly sobbing irritated me. Without thinking, I snapped at her.

“Haa… shit… you’re killing the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mood… why the hell are you crying… damn it…”

“Hic… I’m sorry… hngh! I’m… I’m sorry… haa… sorry, Daddy… hic…”

She covered her face with both hands, trying to hide the tears, but the sobbing still leaked through. She kept apologizing over and over. I couldn’t understand why she had started crying so suddenly. After a moment’s thought, I realized the reason.

Right now, I was under the perception alteration, appearing as Professor Son Bongkyu. To her, I looked like the wrinkled, gaunt old professor with white hair and liver spots. Seeing that elderly man licking her ankle must have been too much for her.

—Heh.

Well, that wasn’t my problem. I ignored her tears and focused on moving my hips again. My cock plunged in and out of her without pause. Her pale leg swayed with every thrust. I stopped caring about her crying and chased only the pleasure of burying myself inside her.

“Hic… I’m… sorry… Daddy… hic… sorry… Daddy… hic…”

“Haa… enough… haa… just spread your legs wider… haa…”

Cha Eunyung kept murmuring “sorry, Daddy” even after that. At first I thought she was apologizing to me, but the longer it went on, the more I suspected she wasn’t speaking to me at all. Whatever guilt she felt, my own pleasure was rapidly approaching its peak. My thrusts grew rougher. The smooth white leg stretched toward the ceiling jerked wildly.

—Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Hngh! Haa! So… good… haa!”

“Hngh! I’m… sorry… Daddy… haa… sorry… Daddy… hngh! Daddy… ah… Daddy…! Haa!”

—Spurt.

I came deep inside her. Breathing hard, I pulled back. Thick semen spilled from her entrance.

“Haa… haa… haa… haa…”

“Hic… hic…”

Only the sound of our ragged breathing filled the studio apartment. I slowly lowered her right leg. She was still crying, face buried in her hands, lying prone. From behind, the elegant dip of her spine and the plump curve of her ass were on full display. I looked down at that cute rear with lingering desire.

“This is cutting it close…”

I got off the bed and walked toward the entrance where my clothes lay scattered. After wiping my cock clean with tissues, I began dressing. Behind me, Cha Eunyung’s quiet sobs continued. She had always been quick to cry when her emotions ran high.

“Crybaby… what a crybaby.”

Her sudden tears had ruined the mood, but I decided to be magnanimous and forgive her. Once fully dressed, I glanced back at her still lying on the bed and offered a mocking thank-you before opening the door and stepping out.

“Haa… good work, my daughter… haa… Daddy will come visit again soon…”

“Hic… sob… hic…”

—Creak. Thud.

Outside, the afternoon sun still shone brightly. It was time to head back to the male dormitory. As I walked slowly, another notification appeared.

“Chastity belt… dildo…”

Nothing particularly exciting. I clicked on the Random Box.

A plastic box materialized in midair. I snatched it and stuffed it into my pocket.

“Ah… my arm’s sore…”

As I walked back to the male dormitory, the image of Cha Eunyung’s pale back in the bathroom replayed in my mind. In the filled bathtub at the far end of her studio bathroom, I had seen a mermaid with snow-white skin and blue eyes. And I had raped, violated, and toyed with that mermaid to my heart’s content.