End-of-Month Evaluation (5)
After that day, a thick tension hung between us. These were one-on-one lessons, held in a perfectly soundproofed room. In a setup like that, our bodies were bound to heat up. Once the door closed, it was a sealed space, after all. For us—people who'd already shed those annoying clothes and synced our breaths—it was an insanely stimulating environment.
Plus, having lived to my thirties in my past life, Rose was right up my alley compared to these twenty-something girls. We just clicked better.
We can actually communicate, for one.
But her attitude—treating me like a kid, acting all old-school bossy to keep that superior position—needed fixing.
The more the lessons went on, the thicker our physical contact got. Was this really about improving my singing, or just an excuse for skinship? Hard to tell anymore.
I grabbed her ass with one hand and planted a kiss on her neckline. Smack!
"Hah! You...!"
She glared at me, furious, trembling all over. It looked pitiful, but she'd provoked me way worse, so no sympathy here.
I flashed a playful grin and pulled away without lingering. Rose let out a frustrated whimper.
"Hah... that's too much."
She rubbed her thighs together—she was seriously turned on. Her crotch had to be soaked by now.
Damn, this is getting me hard.
Watching her was torture for me too. Not just today—every lesson ended with her panties so drenched she'd have to change them.
Our teasing had crossed from playful to straight-up intense. Touching sensitive spots? No hesitation. With only each other watching, there were no brakes.
"This is sexual harassment."
"Funny hearing that from a woman, don't you think?"
"Hmph."
"And you grabbed my dick too, teach. My ass is way too light as payback."
"It was poking out so much, refusing to go down—I was just disciplining it. You're the one getting hard while singing."
"You expect it to stay soft with what you're wearing?"
Rose's outfits had gotten bolder by the day. What she had on now was murderous for any guy. The skintight fabric hugged every curve, showcasing her breathtaking S-line figure. And her cleavage? Plunging so deep it barely covered her nipples. Anyone could see it was the kind of slutty outfit a horny bitch wears to seduce a man.
She'd come in with a cardigan buttoned up tight, so no one else had seen her tits. She wore that just to show me.
She must've noticed how her perky rack nearly made me trip up. That's why she'd gone all out. So in revenge, I was tempting her right back.
It was working. As the lesson wrapped up, Rose was flushed red, hips grinding wildly.
Guess she's not giving in today either.
We were hyper-aware of each other, waiting to see who'd break first. It was thrilling but frustrating as hell.
Thinking today's session was a bust too, I grabbed my bag to leave—
"Wait, sit here."
Rose's face turned serious as she pushed me onto the piano bench.
"What's up?"
I figured it out once I sat. Her breathing was way rougher than I thought.
"Huh? Mmph!"
Smooch! Slurp!
Something lunged at me. I tried to dodge on reflex, but her hand wrapped around my neck, holding me in place.
Slurp... mmm... smack... haah... smooch!
Our tongues met like long-lost lovers, celebrating wildly. We kissed sloppy and loud. The taut string had snapped, unleashing the storm.
While making out, my hands roamed her body freely. One on her ass perched on my thigh, the other cupping her breast.
Yes! This is it!
She'd finally caved!
"Haaah!!! Feels so good!! Hah!! Take it off! Now!"
"Why so desperate?"
"I'm going crazy. You've wrecked me! Take responsibility!!"
Of course, ma'am! I'm ready to rock!
She hopped off my thigh, yanking off her pants—and her panties too. They were drenched, like they'd been soaked in water.
"Whoa, you held out with it this wet?"
"Strip. Before I rip your pants off."
Yes ma'am. I stood and dropped my pants obediently. She'd already locked the door like a pro.
"Haa~ this is it. This!! You have no idea how much I missed it?!"
Lust had her looking feral, madness in her eyes. But I was just as revved up, so I welcomed it. Locked in a sealed room with a horny woman? No guy stays calm.
The second she gripped my cock, she lined it up and shoved it in—no time wasted.
"Aaaah...!!!"
Her pussy clenched tight around me. Dripping wet, it welcomed the invasion like open arms begging to be ravaged.
"Hah! Hah!"
Slap slap slap slap!
I laid her back on the piano bench, standing awkwardly as I pounded away. This is why a strong waist is a man's lifeblood.
The vise-like grip of her walls sent me to ecstasy. Even with steady action from Jua noona, my coin-boosted stamina was holding strong.
"Tough?"
"Hah! Th-this position's too hard."
Lying on the bench, her body shaking, her hands flailed helplessly.
"Grab my neck."
"Mmph...!"
I pulled her up into a hug, hoisted her effortlessly. Snapped the piano lid shut and set her on it. Rose squealed.
"Kyaa! You'll break the piano!"
"Perfect height. Hang in there."
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Even if it was strenuous, pleasure leaked from her slutty pussy. I wiped some of her juices on my fingers and held them to her face—expecting shame, but she licked them seductively, winking.
Lick lick!
"Tasty."
"Ugh, shit!"
She got me good. I pulled her off the piano, propped one leg on the bench, and shook my hips at the exposed coupling.
Pang pang pang pang!
"Kyaa! Aaah!!"
"Who's the one being naughty!!"
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
I punished her for tempting me so shamelessly mid-thrust. She stuck out her tongue long—I slapped mine against it. Tongues caressing outside our lips, then mouths locked in a deep kiss.
My hand pinched her nipple. Smooch! Slurp!
Twirling her cute bud, groping her tit, I suddenly craved sliding my cock in that cleavage.
"Wanna cum on your tits."
"On my... tits?"
"Yeah."
Waste coins? Hell no—if she asked for five instead of a titty fuck, I'd pay gladly. Max three coins per creampie. Five's a bargain.
"Can't dirty my clothes."
"Teach, you're wearing an outfit with half your tits out—really? Even clothed, it won't stain."
"......"
Rose shut up, stumped. But her revenge landed hard.
Squeeze—squiiiirt!
"Gah! Ack!"
Spurt! She ruined my grand titty plan.
Your held coins have increased by +2.
"Hehe~♪"
"Damn, that's harsh. Revenge for that?"
"Cheeky students need discipline."
Rose beamed, thrilled at making me cum quick.
"Ah~ my thighs hurt."
"Did I grip too hard?"
"Position was rough. Next time, bring a mat or... ha?!"
She naturally pictured the next round. Nah, it was time to get real. Couldn't keep bouncing between Boksun teach and Rose forever.
"Rose teach—no, Boksun noona."
"Eek!!!!"
Calling her real name made her eyes bug out. Boksun noona grabbed my collar fast.
We were both half-naked—tops on, bottoms exposed, pale skin gleaming.
"H-how do you know that name?!"
"You told me drunk on the phone before. Don't remember?"
"Why the hell remember it this long~!! Forget it! Forget!!"
She really hates it.
I figured she'd dislike it since she used a fake name, but not this much.
"Why hate your own name so bad?"
"Ugh, try having a name like Boksun! You'd hate it too!"
"Never really thought about my name..."
"You know how much shit I got for it as a kid? I'm from the capital, never even been to the countryside, but that name got me called a hick!!"
Capital here meant like Seoul in Korea.
"Park Boksun, what's that? Park Boksun. Is my shitty fate 'cause of this name? Please, just forget it!"
She looked ready to smack my head for amnesia.
"Can't breathe, teach."
"Forget it. Forget!! Won't let go till you do!!"
Hanging off me desperately—fat chance.
"Hate it when I call you Boksun noona that much?"
"Yes!"
"What if I make you like it?"
"How could I ever like that name?"
"Like this."
I scooped her up, laid her on the floor, and slid my cock back in.
"Hah! What're you doing~! We're done!"
"One time end it? No way."
"Ngh...! Ahng...! This won't make me like it!"
"We'll see. Let's try—see if it works!"
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Every fuck, I'd call her name. Till her pussy soaked at "Boksun noona."
"Ah, feels good. Boksun noona, you're so pretty."
"Stooop~!"
Her hating face made my dick throb harder. Smack smack smack! I kissed her scrunched-up pretty face.
"What is thiiiis~! Why so sweet!! I hate iiiit!!"
"Boksun noona, good girl? That's right, so pretty."
I loved her name. Especially since no one else could call her that. Even if she hated it, I couldn't quit. I wanted that special privilege only I had.