The Birth of Venus
Still in nothing but his underwear, the man let his gaze travel slowly from Jiyoon to Eunbi and back again—both of them stripped down to a dazzling, near-naked glow—and the corner of his mouth lifted.
"Hmm. Eunbi always seemed so spirited, and yet once you peel her, there's a surprisingly delicate side."
His finger started at the fragile line of Eunbi's collarbone, slid down the sweat-beaded valley of her cleavage, and traced, smooth as a snake, all the way to the hollow near her navel.
"Nnh…"
Eunbi's body flinched hard. He savored the reaction, then flicked a glance at Seunggyu. The boy stood with the brush trembling in his hand, lost in the unreal scene unfolding in front of him.
"Hm. Still, you can't play a role if you don't even know what the role is. I chose the concept all wrong today."
"Role-play, Professor?"
Seunggyu asked it in a fluster, with no idea what the man could mean. The man put on a look of ah, slip of the tongue, then answered with a smile.
"Never mind. Today we'll keep it to counseling."
Having said that to Seunggyu, he brought his other hand up and stroked lightly along Jiyoon's side. Wherever he touched, she shivered as if a current had run through her. For a moment he simply tasted the soft skin of both women, one in each palm, and then he asked them:
"Which is why I'm asking… do the two of you happen to like that boy sitting over there?"
The question dropped into the art room and froze the air. Jiyoon was the one who broke the silence. Her face had gone so red it looked ready to burst, and her voice crawled out small. Whether it was the brutal honesty of an extreme situation, or something in the moment itself that had stirred her, there was no way to tell.
"Yes… for a long time… I've liked Seunggyu. Since we were little."
At her confession Seunggyu's eyes went wide. He had thought it was only his own one-sided love, and she had liked him all along. The man's expression turned interested.
"I—I do too! I've liked you too, Jiyoon!"
He blurted it in a voice thick with feeling. The two of them had confirmed each other's hearts. Jiyoon's eyes met Seunggyu's in the empty air between them, and the room seemed to warm.
The man watched that for a moment with open curiosity, then turned to Eunbi, whose face had, for some reason, gone cold.
"Then what about you, Eunbi?"
She bit down hard on her lip. She couldn't make herself go on, and in the instant she hesitated—
Tok.
His finger flicked the hook at the back of her bra. The band, drawn tight, gave way all at once, and the full, springy breasts it had been holding down spilled out with a soft bounce.
"Aah…!"
"No need to be flustered. I'm only trying to put your mind at ease."
At his words Eunbi drew one deep breath and answered as if letting out a sigh.
"I… liked him too. But… Jiyoon liked Seunggyu… so I couldn't say it… hngh…!"
The heart she had hidden and the breasts she had hidden were exposed in the same moment. Even as she confessed, she threw her head back and screamed—because his fingers had pinched her defenseless pink nipple like a clamp and twisted.
"Haaang! It hurts…!"
Heartache and bodily pleasure tangled together in the shock, and tears welled at the corners of Eunbi's eyes.
"Eunbi… I really didn't know…"
"M-me neither! I only thought we were friends…"
Jiyoon and Seunggyu stared at each other in dismay. Three hearts that had missed one another wandered with nowhere to go, then settled into silence. The man clicked his tongue and looked at Eunbi as if it were a pity.
"Dear me. Our Eunbi must have had such a hard time of it. Giving up love for a friend… you look like you need comforting."
He said it in the gentlest voice in the world, and set his hand on the last scrap of cloth covering Jiyoon's chest.
With a soft slither, the strap slipped from her shoulder and the bra fell to the floor. Fuller and more luscious than Eunbi's, her milk-white breasts swayed heavily into view and showed themselves entire.
Seunggyu's dry swallow was audible. Gulp.
Still fondling Eunbi's nipple, the man cupped one of Jiyoon's abundant breasts in his other hand. The soft, warm weight filled his palm. Then, making sure Seunggyu could see every bit of it, he took her nipple into his mouth the way a man bites into a ripe peach.
Chup, schlk… schluuurp.
"Haah…!"
Jiyoon cried out and clamped both hands on the arms of the chair. Right in front of the boy she liked, the man's tongue was toying with her breast. Every time that tongue rolled the sensitive peak and sucked it in, a sharp electric jolt ran up her spine and shot down past her waist.
"Nnngh…! Seunggyu…!"
She called his name as if she were desperate, but her nipples had gone stiff and soaked in pleasure, and the way she rubbed her thighs together laid bare exactly how much she was feeling it. Somehow Seunggyu's brush slipped from his hand.
"Oh dear. You'd better pick that up."
The man lifted his mouth from Jiyoon's pink nipple and looked down at him as he spoke. There seemed to be a faintly fishy smile on his face. Seunggyu snatched the brush up in a hurry. By the time he had settled in front of the easel, the man's eyes had moved to Eunbi—nothing on her now but one thin scrap of cloth over the place that mattered.
With a jerk of his chin he indicated the big wooden table in the middle of the art room, the one they used for still lifes.
"Eunbi, get up there. So Seunggyu can observe your body in detail."
She bit her lip hard. Her usual boldness was nowhere to be found; shame had flushed her face until it looked ready to split. But an order she could not refuse had taken hold of her mind. On shaking legs she climbed onto the table and perched her hips on the edge.
"Spread your legs. Into an M."
At the point of his finger her legs opened slowly, wide. She still had her underwear on, and yet she had to present her most humiliating place straight on, to the boy she had secretly loved.
"Um… Professor, do I really have to?"
"Of course you do. That's what nude models do, isn't it? Ah… is it not? Do they still cover up?"
He answered with his head tipped, trailing off at the end as if he weren't sure.
"Oh—if I'm a nude model, then of course I should. Should I take my panties off, too?"
It was Eunbi who rallied, asking him back with something of her old nerve. Seunggyu was glad she seemed herself again. She liked me too. I was a complete idiot. If it hadn't been for the professor, I might have hurt her badly. Thank goodness she's pulling herself together even now. Thinking so, he hurried to get ready to draw her.
"Good. From here on, let's take a look together at how Eunbi's pussy responds."
Seunggyu locked his eyes on her. I'll give her a picture as beautiful as my guilt is heavy. And next time… He stole a glance at Jiyoon. She was looking back at him. The man smiled, then hooked Eunbi's panties to one side. The cloth was so thin it tore.
Riiip.
With the sound of ripping fabric, the wet mound of Eunbi's pussy was laid bare. He set his hand on it and circled her clit with his middle finger, round and round.
"Aaaah—!"
Her waist bent like a bow. The small of her back trembled. Every time he stirred his finger like that, a moan like a scream broke from her mouth.
"Haang! Ah! No, there… it's too… stimulating…!"
At first she refused, but little by little the moans turned wet and lewd. The desire she had swallowed while loving Seunggyu and holding back for Jiyoon's sake, and the heart she had pressed down for so long, were exploding under the man's hand. Without quite meaning to, she caught his finger and guided it into her depths.
Perhaps because he had worked her open so thoroughly, her pussy swallowed that finger with ridiculous ease.
Squish, squelch, schlk.
Up on the table, Eunbi began to rock her hips, chasing his finger.
"Seunggyu… I… I feel strange… it feels so good… nngh!"
He sketched the sight with feverish focus. On the paper, Eunbi's face twisted in pleasure came out rough—and more beautiful than anyone's.
A moment later her waist kicked upward, and a clear fountain sprayed into the air. She sprawled across the table. Her toes were pointed straight, her thighs convulsing, her eyes unfocused as she grinned loosely at Seunggyu. The man shook her slick from his hand and turned toward Jiyoon, who stood in the corner looking from Seunggyu to him and back again.
"Well then. Now for the main model. The one Seunggyu ought to pour his heart into."
Jiyoon rose and came closer. Eunbi still hadn't come back to herself on the table.
"Where should I take the pose?"
He jerked his chin at a painting on the wall. The Birth of Venus—a goddess born out of sea-foam—hung there. It was Seunggyu's copy; his name was written in the corner, and the date he had painted it.
"Venus would be perfect, don't you think?"
Jiyoon said it with a small smile.
"Oh? Seunggyu painted that. Was I the model in his head back then, too?"
"Yeah… look at the date."
The answer to what she had asked the man came from Seunggyu. Jiyoon's face turned happier than anyone's.
"Ah! It's my birthday!"
"Seems he wants to paint you beautifully again this time. Come here. I'll take those panties off myself."
With a dazed look she walked slowly and stood before him. Against her back came the heat of his body and the heavy, swollen front of him. On instinct she leaned her back and her waist into him and let him take her weight.
"A very good pose."
He took hold of her white cotton panties and drew them down. Black hair came into view.
"Ah. It's been a long time since I've had a woman who doesn't wax. This one really was a pure little thing."
He whispered it as if mocking her, and swept a finger once along her crotch. Clear, sticky slick climbed his finger and caught in the black hair. He rubbed it gently into the hair over her pussy, then grabbed the panties and yanked them down hard. They snagged at her ankles. Now, right before Seunggyu's eyes, Jiyoon's most secret place lay utterly bare: a clean pussy parting pink lips beneath the black hair. But the entrance was already flooded, glistening with arousal, gaping and pulsing.
"Wow. They really do say you can't judge a person by the outside."
Having pulled her panties all the way down, he tossed them aside without care. Then he stepped in slowly until he was pressed flush to her back, and Jiyoon opened her eyes halfway, reached both arms behind her, wound them around his neck, and leaned. As if in answer, his left hand settled on her left breast and his right hand slipped between her legs.
"Seunggyu. You can paint this well, can't you?"
Seunggyu nodded in a rush, his face burning with zeal. A hard resolve had settled in him not to waste a chance like this. Soon both of the man's hands were busy. By the time Jiyoon could no longer hold herself and the pose came apart, Seunggyu had finished the picture.
A truly beautiful Birth of Venus. Venus's face had been replaced by Jiyoon's, flushed deep red.
"There. Seunggyu. You worked hard on that painting."
At the praise Seunggyu flushed and ducked his head.
"Thank you, Professor."
"I'm the one who should be grateful. You worked so hard, even though it must have been terribly uncomfortable."
He said it while pointing at the bulge straining the front of Seunggyu's clothes. Just as the man said, it had swollen as if it might burst. It's only study. So why is my body reacting like this? And why am I crying?
Looking at him, the man spoke as if he pitied the boy.
"So go on ahead. I think I still have research left to finish."
Seunggyu looked at Jiyoon and Eunbi—their milk-white bodies already a wreck, still spilling slick under the man's hands—and obediently did as the professor said. Opening the door and stepping out of the club room, his feet felt heavy as lead.
"Ah, I really wanted to confess to Jiyoon today and ask her to go out with me. The professor ruined it. Still, knowing she likes me is more than enough of a blessing."
He was trudging along like that when a woman in her late thirties, dressed with polished elegance, came toward him from the other direction.
"Oh? Seunggyu. Finished already, have you?"
"Yes? Professor?"
The woman who had come up to him was Lee Sooyoung, faculty advisor of the art club.
"Wait—now that I think of it, Professor? Our professor is a woman, isn't she…? Then who is that professor in the club room?"
Professor Lee Sooyoung only looked at Seunggyu, muttering in a panic, with a puzzled face.