Chapter 43
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Tutor, You're So Innocent
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"Tutor, you're such an innocent, aren't you?"
The tutor smiled brightly as she looked at me.
"Before we start the lesson, I'd like to check your level and progress first. Are you a repeater by any chance?"
I hesitated for a moment at her question.
'Fuck... How do I tell her I'm in college without sounding weird...?'
After racking my brain briefly, I decided to just lay it all out honestly.
Lying out of embarrassment might make things spiral out of control.
"Ah, no... Actually, I was struggling to keep up with college lectures... so I looked for a tutor."
Being upfront like that actually put my mind at ease.
My shoulders felt lighter, but it seemed the tutor had shouldered that weight instead.
"College lectures...?"
Her expression was unmistakably baffled.
"So... you're a college student right now?"
I nodded awkwardly and replied.
"My comprehension just isn't great, so following the lectures is tough. Asking friends or seniors feels embarrassing and bruises my pride..."
She went quiet.
Her eyes seemed to scream, What the hell is this situation?
After pondering for a bit, she finally spoke.
"Hmm... That sounds pretty tough. Actually, really tough. I'm still learning that stuff myself..."
The tutor added cautiously.
"If I have to teach college-level material to the point where you can score well on exams... it'd feel like prepping for tests twice over..."
I frantically waved my hands at her words.
"Ah, it's not like that! Just help me out a little. For real."
"Just a little?"
"Yes! Don't stress! As long as I avoid academic probation, it's fine."
The tutor looked even more puzzled.
"Well, that'd be less pressure on me... but do you really need tutoring for that...?"
"...I've lost my study groove. Anyway, if it's not a burden, you can just do it."
The tutor lifted the corners of her mouth.
"Got it. Let's give it a shot."
At those words, I smiled and grabbed her hand.
"Thank you! I'll really work hard!"
The tutor's face flushed a bit.
Only then did I realize I was holding her hand.
I hurriedly let go.
"Ah, sorry."
"I-It's fine... But since class is starting, can we switch to casual speech...?"
"Of course! Same age, right? Let's keep it casual!"
At that moment, she lightly smacked the back of my hand.
"You can't let go of a student's hand."
"Ah..."
And so the level test began.
As the real tutoring kicked off, the teacher's vibe shifted completely.
She took off the hair tie from her wrist, bit it between her teeth, and swept her hair up with her hand.
Her pristine white neckline came into view.
She tied her hair back with the tie from her mouth and opened the book.
The bright, playful look vanished, replaced by calm, focused eyes.
It felt like she was declaring, Now I'll teach this seriously.
In that instant, something stirred deep inside me.
'Feels like she'll save my ass too?'
I trusted her way more than expected—no need for extra worry.
Avoiding probation and even grabbing that diploma? Maybe not impossible.
But the thrill didn't last long.
She handed me a few math problems.
"You can handle high school math, right?"
I'm screwed.
'I don't get a single one.'
I solved the problems with shaking hands.
Or rather, pretended to solve them and just guessed.
The tutor stayed silent for a moment.
Then she let out a sigh and spoke.
"To keep up with college math even a little, you need high school basics..."
Sweat beaded up on me.
I felt like a death-row convict.
"Honestly, at this level, following college lectures..."
"It's impossible, right...?"
"It's completely zero base..."
The teacher looked troubled too.
"This exam is definitely a bust, and even with crash studying, I'm not sure I can get you up to speed fast enough to dodge probation on the next one..."
My heart plummeted.
"Don't give up on me! Please!"
"...I'll do whatever it takes for the next exam."
"No, if I blow this one, there is no next. One more probation and I'm expelled..."
The tutor faltered.
Her gaze shifted from student to cockroach.
Like, What the hell have you been doing to end up like this? How did you even make it to school?
She closed her eyes briefly, thought it over, then opened them with a deep sigh.
"Alright. You seem desperate, so let's give it one shot somehow."
I felt like I'd clutched a lifeboat.
"Thank you so much, Teacher! Really, truly!"
"Uh... Y-Yeah..."
"Ah, your hand... sorry."
"It's fine..."
A few tutoring sessions later, reality hit.
'This is totally fucked...'
No hope in sight.
The worst part? We'd already had several sessions, so demanding a refund would be awkward as hell.
"You've figured out I'm hopeless but can't say it outright, right?"
"No. Let's keep trying."
"I'm thinking of just dropping out."
My motivation had tanked.
You need a glimmer of hope to even want to try.
Before, family at home forced me to grind it out.
Quitting too soon would've been embarrassing.
But today, no little sis or big sis around.
Then it hit me—the tutoring fees felt like such a waste.
Pouring money in and still heading for probation.
'Money I busted my ass to earn and hand over...'
I glared at the money pit.
Sure, my thick skull played a part, but if I'm paying, deliver results.
"Something on Teacher's face?"
"No..."
Glared out of frustration, but locking eyes melted the anger away.
'She's so damn pretty it's unnecessary—that's why I dragged this out. Should've quit ages ago.'
I turned back to the tutor, mouth opening.
Lips that were about to say let's end it today, no more tutoring spat something else.
"Tutor, tell me about your first love."
"What, you some elementary kid? Hating class so you toss out questions like that."
"Really curious though... You're pretty."
The tutor's face tinted pink.
"You... tutoring fees not a waste...? Focus."
"It's ruined anyway. Answer feels more valuable than that."
"No first love. Focus."
I set down my pen and scooted closer to the tutor.
Scanned her face inch by inch, then spoke again.
"Liar. This face and no first love?"
"S-Studied nonstop, no time for dating... girls' middle, girls' high, even engineering..."
Engineering... right, keeps slipping my mind.
Rebirth flipped—girl-heavy dept.
"I see. Boring."
"R-Right? So drop those questions and focus... don't tease your teacher..."
I rolled my pen while eyeing the problem.
"In manga... tutors motivating slow students do that."
Glanced at the tutor—her face was already red.
"Stimulate with promises of gifts for good exams, boost achievement and all."
"W-What manga you reading..."
"Never done that, Tutor?"
Her toes fidgeted.
Definitely lewd thoughts brewing.
"What would it take to get you motivated...?"
"Take? Don't you buy the gift? Teacher imagining something weird?"
Tutor's face, ears included, burned hot—straight-up erotic.
"Imagining weird 'cause the student's a guy."
"Ahem... enough weird talk... f-finish that problem quick..."
I stifled a laugh and flapped my pants.
"Ah... so hot..."
The tutor fought to look away, willpower straining.
"Tutor."
Calling her snapped her gaze to me—then unconsciously to my flapping pants.
Her head whipped away in a panic.
Awkward stare, gulp of saliva—teacher looked adorable.
"Tutor, you've really never dated. Inexperienced vibe is cute."
"N-Not that I couldn't... just no time 'cause of studying...?"
"Still, face goes beet red from one peek at boy's undies—cute. No porn?"
No answer.
"They say every girl watches porn. Unless there's a sexual issue."
Another hard swallow.
"We got that in common. Sexual issues. Different flavors, though."
"N-No issues here? Gonna keep teasing?"
I poked at her gently.
"Liar. If no issue, then you're the innocent type who couldn't even if offered."
The teacher stayed red-faced, speechless.
I let the laugh loose.
"Tutor, lewd scent kicked in when you peeked my undies—get wet down there?"
"W-What're you saying..."
Tutor glared to retort—then peeked my undies again without thinking.
Her eyes spun, gaze locked on my crotch.
"Busted? Not even pretending to look away now? Wanna see more?"
Tutor's oh shit face—she met my eyes again.
"T-That's 'cause you keep calling me innocent—I was proving you wrong... wanna mess around?"
"You are innocent."
I giggled and yanked down my pants and undies.
Just whipping out my cock in front of the tutor had it swelling up fast.
"Even like this, you can't do shit."
Acted casual with a grin, but inside? Different story.
'Fuck... just pulling it out, why's it this hard...'
Meanwhile, the tutor's resolve to ignore it was crumbling.
Stealing glances at my cock over and over—precum leaked from the sight.
"W-Why's your cock, why's it so hard in front of your teacher, Chung-hyun...?"
"Me? 'Cause I wanna get fucked by my teacher."
I replied coolly.
"But teacher's too innocent—even saying it, you can't do jack. Jerk off right here, you'd barely look. Adorable virgin."
The teacher stared me down.
But her face was beet red—no trace of cool.
"You... keep messing with your teacher...?"
"Everything I said's spot on, though?"
I gripped my cock and shook it.
"See? Telling you I wanna get fucked, shaking it—and still, nothing..."
That instant, the tutor snatched my cock with an angry face.
"You seduced your teacher first...?"
"Yes...♡"