Masochistic Teacher Sam???!!
After the hot night with Hyeyoung, during the few minutes left on the Sexketchbook’s hypnosis timer, I fell deep into thought.
It felt like I was facing one of those once-in-a-lifetime, monumentally serious decisions.
Was the sex bad? No.
It had been more than satisfying.
Was Hyeyoung unattractive? Absolutely not.
If she became my girlfriend right now, I’d be over the moon.
It really had been scorching-hot sex… the kind that could make a guy fall in love.
I genuinely wanted to make her my woman.
What if we just slept here together and woke up in the morning?
Would we naturally become lovers?
Or would she wake up horrified?
But if we did become lovers… it felt like it would be more of a disadvantage than an advantage.
Tomorrow was Tuesday.
Hyeyoung’s day off.
I needed to clear the Sexketchbook quest while she was gone.
And it wasn’t like I only had one or two girls left to fuck.
Hyeyoung really was lovable, but…
Today it was probably best to slip away.
Just like always—as if nothing had happened.
On Hyeyoung’s days off, our homeroom teacher participated in class much more actively.
She had to handle all the one-on-one guidance that Hyeyoung usually took care of.
The way she looked at each student with such gentle eyes was genuinely fuckable.
She’d shown up in office wear again today.
She definitely gave off that mature, adult vibe.
White blouse, black skirt, and bright red lipstick.
Simple, yet raw and primal sex appeal.
Yeah… Today I think I’ll figure out our dear homeroom teacher’s tastes.
“Teacher, I’m having trouble with this part!”
“Okay, Hansol. Let me take a look?”
I called over the teacher as she moved between students offering guidance.
As she leaned down, a sweet, sexy scent drifted from her.
Maybe it was the memory of how I’d pounded her senseless every time I saw her, but the moment she sat beside me, my cock grew heavy between my legs.
“Hmm… The perspective here is awkward, so the whole thing starts to feel off, right?”
“Ah, yes. I see…”
Of course I already knew that.
I’d deliberately screwed up the perspective on purpose just to ask the question.
So fixing it would take a long time.
“I’ll show you how I fix it~ Watch carefully…”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Gulp.
That flash of white skin between the buttons of her blouse.
Wait—if I can see skin, that means the bra is visible too…
It was.
A red lace bra.
She matched it to her lipstick? Fuck, that’s slutty.
You really picked the perfect day, Teacher.
If I could, I’d slam my cock into that pussy right now and go wild.
Her profile as she concentrated on the drawing was breathtakingly beautiful.
If Hyeyoung was an angel, our homeroom teacher was a goddess.
She possessed a charm that no girl in her twenties could match.
A rich, mature sensuality.
She was hiding some incredible allure I still didn’t know about, and even though she was a married woman, those firm tits and that ass could knock out most twenty-somethings with a single glance.
Plus that pale skin looked just like the blank white drawing paper we used in class.
Fuck… so goddamn delicious…
“Hansol?”
“Ah, yes, yes…”
“You’re supposed to be looking at the drawing. Where are your eyes wandering?”
“Sorry, haha…”
Where was I looking? I was checking out tonight’s dinner menu.
I’m going to eat you so good tonight, Teacher…
Ha, I’m already way too excited.
I wonder if I’ll get to learn her preference today.
There’s still twenty minutes left.
Let’s take it slow and chat.
On Hyeyoung’s off days, the homeroom teacher stayed until the very end to lock up the classroom.
That was exactly why I was still holding this broom.
“Hansol, you worked hard! Let’s turn off the lights and head out!”
“Yesss!”
I invited the homeroom teacher into that same corner of the classroom where things had gotten so hot with Hyeyoung last time.
Swish.
The moment I finished the final stroke, my homeroom teacher slowly walked toward the empty corner of the classroom.
In the background I’d drawn art easels and academy chairs stacked up.
The teacher had her long hair twisted up, looking back over her shoulder while lifting her tiny miniskirt.
Her expression as she glanced back was dripping with arousal, and her bare thighs were already glistening with pussy juice.
I’d drawn the plump, delicious-looking clam blooming between her pretty white thighs to look mouthwateringly tempting.
“H… Hansol… my… body… feels strange… ♥”
“It’ll be okay soon.”
“Ah… heung… hauk… Why… am I… getting so turned on… ♥”
“Teacher, do you like being hit… or spanked?”
“I… like being hit… haeung… Ah, this was supposed to be a secret… heung… ♥♥♥♥♥”
“I understand, Teacher. Then shall we start by tying you up?”
“Ah heung… I don’t know…”
I grabbed the long ribbon bundle and 50-centimeter ruler that had been used as teaching materials.
I was going to tie her up exactly like I’d seen in porn.
I spread both arms as wide as possible so she couldn’t resist.
The moment I tied her wrists to the corners of the desk, her breathing grew ragged.
She really likes this?
“Heuh… heuuuuung… ♥♥♥”
“How about this for spanking?”
When I slowly pulled the 50 cm ruler from my waistband, her breathing grew even heavier and her moans louder.
“Haaaaauuuung… H… hit me… please… ♥♥♥♥”
Just showing it to her makes her this happy?
Why didn’t you tell me sooner…
But is this the right setup…?
I should probably tie her legs too for that full feeling of restraint, right?
Guess it’s time to begin.
“I’m… I’m going to hit you now…?”
“Haeuuung… aeung ♥♥♥ I’ve been bad… ♥♥♥”
She wants me to hit her? Or is she already acting out the scene?
Like someone begging for forgiveness?
Slap───.
Before I knew it, I’d brought the ruler down hard on her ass.
I’d been so tense that I completely failed to control my strength.
The sound echoed through the quiet, empty classroom again and again.
“Kyaaheuuuuuuuaaaauuk… ♥♥♥♥♥”
What the hell…
Her reaction is way stronger than when I fuck her with my cock.
She likes being hit this much?
For a second I felt guilty, but at the same time an unknown pleasure made my hand tremble.
“Heuuuuuuung… ♥♥♥ I was… ♥♥ bad… ♥♥♥♥”
The teacher twisted and writhed, her whole body squirming.
At the same time, a splash of pussy juice flew toward me.
“Haaaaauuuuuk… ♥ I… came… ♥♥♥ Please… hit me more… ♥♥♥♥”
I’d never known how to hit a woman before.
And even if I did, I never imagined it would be like this.
But here was a woman losing her mind from being spanked…
And I was getting slightly aroused by it too…!
I hesitated for a moment.
“Heuuuung…… ♥♥♥♥ Hit me… again… please… ♥♥♥♥♥”
The teacher shouted at me while I stood there stunned.
Slap────.
This time I struck the other cheek.
“Kyaaheuueuuuuuuk!!!!… ♥♥♥♥”
Every time the ruler landed, her plump, beautiful ass rippled like waves.
Like a water balloon filled to the brim.
Ah… so this is the real pleasure of spanking—watching it jiggle.
Even I, committing this not-quite-consensual violence alone with her in the classroom for the first time, was incredibly turned on.
My shaking hands wouldn’t stop, and sweat poured down my body like rain.
Was I too nervous…?
“The right cheek this time… ♥♥♥♥ Please… ♥♥♥♥…”
I didn’t know anymore.
Since I’d already started, I might as well go all out.
No regrets.
Slap────.
“Kyahaeuuuuuuuung ♥♥♥♥ It… hurts… ♥♥♥♥ so much ♥♥♥♥”
She twisted and bounced wildly, her arousal skyrocketing.
I was starting to feel a little scared myself.
But… why the hell was my cock rock-hard?
It stood straight up toward the ceiling, rigid as if it had just been sucked dry.
Fuck, what is this… Am I… a pervert? A sadist?
Despite her ass turning bright red and swollen, the teacher seemed to be wearing an indescribably joyful smile.
And far more pussy juice than I had even drawn was splattered everywhere.
Slap────.
Slap-. Slap-. Slap-.
Without mercy, left or right, I kept raining blows on her ass.
“Kyaaahaaaaauuuung ♥♥♥♥♥… Please spare me… ♥♥♥♥♥”
I was completely immersed in the scene now.
I couldn’t hold back.
I felt sorry and insanely turned on at the same time…
My massively swollen cock proved it.
“Haeuuuuuunguk… ♥♥♥♥♥ It… ♥ hurts… ♥♥♥ but… ♥♥♥ it feels so good…. ♥♥♥♥”
By now the teacher was practically sobbing.
When I snapped back to reality, her ass was covered in far too many marks.
Had I hit her too hard…?
Suddenly I felt incredibly guilty.
Maybe I should comfort her now…?
“Teacher… did that hurt…?”
I gently stroked the welts and gave them a light lick.
“Haeuuuuungung ♥♥♥♥♥ It stings ♥♥♥ but feels so good ♥♥♥♥”
Then I slowly pressed my tongue against her soaking-wet pussy.
It looked much more swollen than usual… completely drenched.
So preferences really are this important.
The level of excitement is completely different…??
If I use this properly, I feel like I could become the absolute emperor of sex…?