Homeroom Teacher Park Jieun
The phone call came with a cold voice on the other end.
“Hansol, can you come to the academy a little early today? I need to have a talk with you.”
I never expected a call from an unknown number to be from Park Jieun, the homeroom teacher of my class.
She even gave me a wake-up call by accident….
I stretched lazily, my eyes meeting my rock-hard cock that had sprung up the moment I sat up.
Yeah, you’re looking great today.
Let’s eat something delicious again….
‘I jerked off twice yesterday, so I ended up sleeping way too long…’
The lack of a completely sealed space and the ten-minute time limit must have made me way too tense.
Maybe that’s why I’m even more exhausted?
Back in high school, I could go six times a day without getting tired.
I rolled over in bed and replayed the phone conversation in my head.
She said it was about career counseling and the upcoming regular admissions process?
Since I transferred in midway, is she taking extra care of me?
She looks so icy from the outside, but she’s surprisingly attentive….
“I’m heading to the academy!”
Hmm. A private meeting with just the two of us at this hour….
‘The prey is coming to me on her own…?’
**
The academy was dark, with only faint sunlight leaking in.
It felt more than chilly—it was downright cold—and completely empty.
Even Jung Ga-eun at the information desk hadn’t arrived for her shift yet.
‘Is it really okay to come this early…? I wanted to see my Ga-eun soon too.’
I let out a small snort and walked down the hallway.
The silent atmosphere of the empty academy somehow felt arousing.
**
“Oh, you’re here? Please, sit down.”
“Ah… yes, hello.”
“Yes, I’m Park Jieun, the homeroom teacher for College Prep Class A. Did I already mention that…?”
“Yes, I already knew.”
“I heard you’re completely new to art… but you seem to have some experience with drawing?”
“I’ve been doodling a little since I was young….”
A woman in her early thirties, dressed in a formal suit with her long hair twisted up, sat across from me.
Despite her slender frame, her breasts and ass were aggressively asserting their presence.
She had bright, intelligent eyes and pale skin.
Even the prickly aura that suggested a difficult personality.
It was an insanely fuckable look.
And on top of that…
She wasn’t wearing stockings with her high heels.
Her legs were crossed, making her milky thighs stand out even more.
‘It’s exactly like the teacher outfits you only see in porn…’
The assistant teachers were all around my age, so they didn’t really feel like “teachers.”
But Park Jieun gave off that mature teacher vibe in full force.
Experience really can’t be ignored, huh.
The fantasy I’d only seen in porn… I was about to live it today….
I swallowed hard.
“Since your drawing fundamentals are decent, once you understand shading, your skills should improve quickly.”
“Yes, I’ll work hard on whatever you assign me.”
I really hate it when older people casually speak down to me just because of their age.
It makes them seem like stuck-up authoritarians.
While she kept droning on in that condescending tone, the only thought in my head was how badly I wanted to fuck her senseless.
Fine. I’ll listen to you talk for ten minutes. Go ahead and blabber all you want….
“Anyway, that’s enough about that. So… is there any school you want to go to, or a specific goal you’ve set?”
“Not really yet……”
Ever since the Sexketchbook fell into my hands, I’d lost all interest in college—or even the classes here.
What the hell do I need university for?
Even if I had to retake the exam for two or three years, or even if I died fucking in this place, I wouldn’t have a single regret….
“Really? How are your grades? Are you preparing for this June’s mock exam?”
“Yes. I got around a 3rd grade in last year’s CSAT.”
‘…But my dick got a 1st grade. Actually, nationwide top score.’
“Hmm, not bad…? Let’s see, which schools might suit you…?”
She opened a thick book filled with university data and started flipping through it, searching for suitable options.
Her side profile was even more arousing.
Watching her delicate neckline and the few stray hairs falling loose, I couldn’t help thinking how truly wondrous a woman’s beauty could be.
How could skin look that white, thin, and soft…?
The urge to bite into her neck made my cock slowly grow heavy below.
I can’t hold back. I can’t hold back. I can’t hold back. I can’t hold back. I can’t hold back.
I can’t hold back. I can’t hold back. I can’t hold back. I can’t hold back. I can’t hold back.
To calm my disobediently swelling cock, I repeated the words like a mantra in my head.
—Vrrrrrrrrrrrr—
While she silently scanned the book, a vibration shattered the quiet.
Her phone was ringing.
“Ugh… what? Yeah, I got it. I said I got it, so hang up.”
She snatched the phone irritably and tossed it aside. The screen briefly showed a man holding a child before the call ended.
‘Her husband…? So she’s a married woman… Their relationship must be bad? Did they fight this morning?’
For no reason at all, I suddenly felt awkward.
“Haa……”
When the teacher let out a deep sigh, I deliberately looked more solemn.
Our teacher seems to have a lot of stress….
I guess I should help relieve it for her.
A married woman in a formal suit….
It’s not a gift set—it’s a full-course sex gift set.
“Teacher, while you’re looking at the materials, may I use the restroom for a moment…?”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
That arrogant, icy attitude of yours…
I’m going to wipe it all away.
Just wait a little longer….
**
PM 2:33
The location and time were absolutely perfect.
A day like this was far too precious to waste on just one drawing.
Using the toilet as a desk, I took my time and drew two incredibly lewd pictures. It didn’t take long at all.
‘Now it’s time to enjoy ourselves, Teacher.’
**
Creak—.
My heart was still pounding just as hard.
It felt like the moment before opening a Children’s Day gift or Christmas presents….
I’d already devoured Kim Hye-yeong and Jung Ga-eun deliciously, but this felt completely different.
Every time, a brand-new sex fantasy was unfolding….
Click—.
When I locked the classroom door and turned around…
Teacher was already leaning back in her chair with her legs spread in a perfect M-shape.
“Uhh… why is my body doing this… ahh……”
“It might be surprising the first time, but don’t worry. I’ll release all that built-up stress for you.”
Her short skirt had ridden up, fully exposing her pale thighs.
And unlike what you’d expect from a married woman, her pussy was neatly shaved and a pretty pink—lewd enough that I wanted to bury my face in it immediately.
Those soft, milky thighs and that glistening pussy were the most erotic and beautiful things I’d ever seen in my life.
“What the… n-no… don’t look… ah, why is this happening!”
“I’m going to stare until I burn a hole through it, though?”
In the early stages with the Sexketchbook, they still had some sanity left and would put up a last, token resistance.
I secretly loved that part too.
Acting all shy when you’re about to get fucked senseless….
“Ahh… ah… no… my body feels weird……”
Yeah. At first, they all do this—pretending it’s not them, acting strange, pretending to be embarrassed.
Even though they’re about to flood the place with pussy juice….
Leaning back in the chair, legs spread in an M, groping her own breasts while her other hand rubbed her easily exposed pussy thanks to the short skirt.
Her expression looked like she was on the verge of cumming.
Of course, I had drawn her pussy absolutely drenched.
“Uhhhuuuhhh… huuuh……”
Squelch. Squelch.
“I forgot to unbutton the shirt…”
Squelch. Squelch.
“Kyaaahhhhhhuuuuhhh!”
While she frantically rubbed herself, I undid four buttons.
Breasts as pale as her thighs, incredibly full and perky, spilled out with a strange, intoxicating scent.
I fucking love the smell of fabric softener….
“Teacher, you look so delicious…”
“Uhhhuuuhhh… hiiih……”
Squelch. Squelch.
How can breasts be this white…?
I carefully lifted them out of her bra, revealing pink nipples straight out of a lewd hentai.
Pale breasts with pink tips… what a perfect combination.
Slurp.
The moment I saw them, I grabbed them hard and sucked a nipple into my mouth.
The strong scent of fabric softener mixed with skin as soft as a baby’s.
When I swirled my tongue around it and gave it a light bite, her already arched back bent even further.
“Huuuuuuuuhhhhhh!”
Slurrrrrp.
“Your tits taste so fucking good… Teacher.”
“Huuuuuuuh……”
“Let’s see how many times you cum in these ten minutes.”
I stroked my growing cock and took a step back.
It felt like a rock… maybe even harder than usual today….
“Uhhhuuuuhhh… kiiih……!”
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Watching her writhe and sob so hard the chair shook made my cock painfully hard.
And the moans coming from that delicate voice were far lewder than Kim Hye-yeong’s.
Is it because she has more experience…? She sounds like a total slut already….
‘Ah, I want to fuck her right now…’
“Kyaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh……!”
The moment I swallowed my saliva, Teacher came hard.
“You’re squirting way more than what I drew? You’re really good at this, Teach.”
I stared directly at her pussy, then looked up with a mocking grin.
Her mind was halfway gone.
The face of a teacher half-mad with arousal….
“You acted so fucking arrogant and noble, but you were starving for sex, weren’t you?”
“Huuuuuuhhh… haaaahhh……”
Her delicate, trembling white hand moved back toward her still-burning, soaking-wet pussy.
“That’s right, fuck. We can’t stop here… Keep going.”
“Khuuuuuaaaahhh…. hic……”
Squelch. Squelch.
“Uhhhuuuuhhh…. uhhhuuuuhhh!”
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
“Kyaahhhhhhhhhhng…. uhhhuuuuuhhh……”
Second orgasm….
The first one took effort, but the second came in under a minute….
The leather chair Teacher was sitting on was already splattered with pussy juice—puddles forming in several spots.
Our teacher came so messily….
“Teacher, did that relieve some of your stress?”
“Uhhhuuuuhhh…. don’t look… don’t… look……”
“Why? Was it not good? You looked like you were enjoying it a lot while I watched.”
“Huuuuh… I-I don’t know……”
Her hands were still trembling from lingering arousal.
With one hand half-covering her face, the other slowly started rubbing her pussy again.
“Hiiik… huuuuhhh.”
Squelch. Squelch.
PM 2:41
‘Two minutes left… The warm-up went well. Time for the main event, right?’
“Huuuuuuuhhh…. kyaaht….”
Squelch. Squelch.
I opened the Sexketchbook I had folded earlier.
Scritch— Scritch— Scratch—.
Okay.
I had just finished the final stroke of the second drawing.
Teacher…
The main game starts now.
