Teacher and Student
It was time to part ways with the English teacher. There was no reason to drag along an ordinary-looking woman.
"This is... truly unfortunate. I never imagined something so absurd could happen."
"The kids... a-are they all dead?"
"Yes. I confirmed the kills myself."
"Some of them were my homeroom students... How did it come to this... sob..."
The moment I told her it was all over, the English teacher broke down in tears.
"I see. Then I believe we've done everything we came to do. We'll be on our way. Please see these students home safely, teacher."
Truthfully, just walking the streets was dangerous right now—but I had no reason to look after them any further.
"Is the Korean teacher all right?"
"Yes, fortunately she wasn't badly hurt. You'll be heading home yourself, I take it?"
"Yes... I should. My place isn't far from here... But what about that wound on your face..."
At her words I glanced in a mirror. A diagonal gash cut across my face, the blood trail still vivid. It looked fairly deep. Under normal circumstances it would have scarred for life—but it would be gone soon enough.
"Wounds like this happen when you fight. Compared to getting you and the students out alive, a cut like this is nothing. Could I trouble you for one of your hairpins? I need to show the Korean teacher that you're safe."
"Thank you... thank you so very much..."
She expressed her gratitude and handed over the pin from her hair. The schoolgirls each offered me something of theirs as well. Even the ones who had been sitting gloomily in the corner came forward to thank me once they saw I was preparing to leave.
How long any of them would last once the food ran out was anyone's guess. But that wasn't my concern.
We gathered up every weapon and scrap of food they had and returned to Geumseon Apartments.
The female teacher was still sitting naked on my living-room sofa. Apparently she hadn't presumed to dig through my clothes and dress herself.
When I set the weapons those bastards had been carrying—and the English teacher's hairpin—down in front of her, she flinched hard.
Weapons tend to have distinctive shapes. Spears especially are forged a little differently by each maker, so you can recognize them at a glance.
"Th-those... does that mean they're all dead?"
"That's right. Not a single one of them made it. The English teacher is safe. She wasn't hurt as badly as I expected. Both of the schoolgirls were freed too."
"Sob..."
The teacher collapsed onto the floor and began to weep bitterly. Maybe it was all the humiliation she had endured—or the knowledge that I had killed kids who had once been her students.
I pulled the crying woman to her feet and held her as I spoke.
"I kept my promise. Now you keep yours."
"Yes, of course, Master... I-it may be awkward at first, but... I'll do my best."
I took hold of her head and pressed it firmly downward. Her skull sank closer and closer to my cock.
She understood immediately. Dropping to her knees in front of me, she pulled down my pants, freed my cock, and took it into her mouth. She bobbed her head diligently back and forth, sucking hard.
Her tongue lapped along the shaft and worked over my balls with equal enthusiasm. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room.
"Is this all right...?"
She had already worked her way lower and was sucking at my perineum. Then she went further still, tongue exploring around my asshole.
I hadn't washed. It had to be filthy. She didn't care in the slightest, working her tongue around my entrance all the same.
"Doesn't that disgust you?"
"It's fine..."
"Then lie down on the floor."
She obeyed, stretching out on her back. I planted my ass over her face, smothering her, while my erect cock nestled between her breasts.
Her tongue pushed deep into my asshole. A strange, electric sensation rose through me. A woman pinned beneath me, tonguing my ass...
The tongue buried inside me twisted and thrust, sliding in and out.
I reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit. Her thighs began to twitch and jerk.
I hauled the teacher up, set her hands against the veranda window, and drove into her from behind. Her soaked pussy took my cock with ease.
"Ah... ah... it feels so good... I-I... I only have you now... no—Master..."
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. Her mouth fell open; her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. This bitch was so into it that a flood of juices poured out of her every time my cock slammed home.
Looks like I'd found myself a proper slave.
"That's right, you fucking bitch. From now until the day you die, the only cock you're sucking is mine."
"Yes... more... more... Master, you're so handsome... nnnh..."
This face of mine sold no matter what I did. Rape her, make demands—she just ate it up. Plenty of women claimed looks didn't matter. Reality said that if you were drop-dead gorgeous, almost anything went.
That was when the front door opened and the bully girl walked in. Right—my subordinates had been forging bolts together.
She took one look at me fucking the teacher and her eyes went round as saucers.
"What are you staring at? She's my new slave."
"W-wait... T-Teacher..."
"Hah... huh? Park Eun-ji?... nnnh..."
Huh? They knew each other? Sensing a connection, I stopped thrusting.
"What, you two know each other?"
"Yes... she was my homeroom teacher before I graduated..."
"Oh, it's been a while, Eun-ji..."
The teacher ducked her head in embarrassment, covering her breasts and pussy with her hands.
So this was how a teacher and her former student reunited.
"But... how did you end up here..."
"Well... you know Seon-hyeok's crew, right?"
"Yeah. Those psychos."
"They kidnapped me... I barely managed to escape, and this man helped me. I don't have anywhere else to go, and I wanted to repay the debt somehow..."
"She was your teacher?"
"Yes. She's an incredibly kind teacher. Even when I was acting out, she was always so good to me... I'm just glad she made it here. Oppa's insanely good in a fight, you know."
"Perfect. You strip too and get on the bed with us."
"What?! M-me too? With Teacher?"
"Yeah. How long has it been since you graduated? What does it matter?"
Teacher and student let me lead them into the master bedroom and up onto the big bed.
The teacher sprawled face-down on the mattress with surprising boldness, but the bully girl was clearly embarrassed as she undressed.
The teacher wasn't exactly overflowing with raw sex appeal—more the type who would do whatever she was told. Lie down? She lay down. Stick your ass up? She stuck it up with enthusiasm.
"L-like this?"
With that gentle face of hers, the teacher lay prone with her pussy fully on display, glancing back over her shoulder to ask. Beside her, the bully girl carefully assumed the same position.
Two beautiful women side by side, asses presented to me.
Both were slender, but the bully girl was taller, with a bigger ass and bigger breasts.
The teacher was slender too, though a bit shorter and more willowy. Her breasts looked slightly smaller than the bully girl's, but they were still impressively full. Chest and hips were a touch smaller overall, yet her waist was so impossibly narrow that it made both stand out even more.
"Haaah..."
I sank into the teacher's pussy and a loud moan spilled out of her. At the same time I pushed my fingers into the bully girl beside her and fucked them both in rhythm.
"God... d-doing this with Teacher... it's so weird... haah... hah..."
"Is that so? Then how about this?"
I flipped the bully girl onto her back and stacked the teacher on top of her, face to face. Pussy on pussy. Or maybe teacher-and-student stacked?
Two pairs of heavy breasts pressed and flattened together; their pussies met flush.
"E-Eun-ji... nnnh... ugh..."
Both their faces flushed scarlet as they stared at each other. I started alternating—five thrusts into the pussy below, pull out, five into the one on top.
The juices flowing from the teacher's cunt above ran down over the bully girl's below until both were a slick, sticky mess.
Aroused past caring, the two of them tangled together completely, arms locked around each other.
While I fucked one, the other clung to my body and caressed me. The three of us kept switching, writhing, rolling across the bed.
I came and came again, and after only a short rest I was hard and ready once more. I pounded them until both were practically limp.
I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
Ridiculously handsome, as always. And the gash that had cut straight across my face earlier was already down to a faint trace. With regeneration this absurd, even the skin came back flawless. No wonder women lost their minds over me.
I was resting in the living room when the teacher emerged, face flushed, and bowed politely.
"Um... I actually rather enjoy cooking. Would it be all right if I made something?"
Cooking? Since this whole mess started I hadn't thought about preparing anything beyond instant ramen and plain rice. At best I'd boiled noodles. The idea of real cooking was almost refreshing.
"Sure. We've got plenty of food, so go wild. I'll judge after I taste it."
"Thank you, Master."
She looked almost giddy.
She was wearing clothes she must have borrowed from the bully girl—a slightly oversized T-shirt and dolphin shorts. Her hair was gathered up in a neat round bun.
She cracked open cans and started cooking preserved food on a camping burner.
I watched her from behind in silence. Every time the T-shirt rode up, that cinched bare waist and those sleek hip lines came into view. An ass built to make a man want to fuck it.
I stepped up behind her, cupped her ass, and filled my hands with her breasts.
"Ahn... I-I'm cooking right now... th-then I'll just turn off the heat for a moment..."
She hurriedly killed the burner, braced her hands on the kitchen counter, and pushed her ass back toward me with shameless invitation. The slave mindset was almost excessive. She didn't have much natural seductiveness—but she had the attitude of someone ready to give her master whatever he wanted, no matter what it was.
I slipped a hand inside the dolphin shorts and found bare skin. No panties. No bra either. Had she done that on purpose? More likely she just felt awkward borrowing underwear too.
"Haah..."
I'd barely gotten my hand inside the shorts and her pussy was already dripping wet.
"Never mind. I was just feeling you up. Keep going."
I gave her ass a couple of light pats and pulled my hand free.
"Ah... y-yes. Then I'll finish this right away."
Flustered and red-faced, she straightened up and went back to work.
Her cooking was excellent.
I called the bully girl and the pilates girl over so we could all eat together.
The women laughed and chattered the moment they met, all bright smiles and warm greetings.
Women had a way about them like that—looking perfectly friendly on the surface while a subtle undercurrent of rivalry ran underneath.
"Master, why didn't you ever become a celebrity? You're better-looking than most of them."
"Right? Totally. You're beyond celebrity level. You'd be perfect as an actor."
The pilates girl spoke up first and the bully girl chimed in right away. Since when had she started calling me Master?
"Eh, I don't know... Being a celebrity is a hassle. Your whole private life gets exposed."
"Come on. You'd make a fortune as a celebrity, though."
"Money? I already had money. About a trillion won, give or take. If the internet still worked I'd show you."
Right... except I'd only withdrawn five million in cash, and I hadn't even spent all of that. Looking back, I should have cleaned out a lot more from the supermarket on day one.
"A trillion?! Y-you were from a chaebol family? Ah... that actually makes sense... So that's why someone as handsome as you never bothered with the entertainment industry..."
The women's eyes sparkled even brighter as they looked at me, faces flushing.
Yeah... handsome and loaded. That had always been women's ultimate ideal type.
"Which group are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Well... me. Hmm... I got the money from the American side."
"Ooooh... even cooler!! In America there are tons of rich people who could hand their son a trillion! Korean chaebols wouldn't even compare. Ugh... I'll serve you as my Master for the rest of my life! Oppa!"
The bully girl was making a complete scene. The pilates girl cackled with laughter. The teacher said nothing, but she was staring at me with the hottest gaze of all three—eyes burning with naked greed. On top of that she was shooting the other women looks that were pure territorial warning.
Well... I'd never gotten to enjoy popularity with women because of money before, but if this was how I ended up surrounded by beautiful ones, I couldn't really complain. Not bad at all.
Night deepened and everyone drifted off to their own beds. With three rooms available, the bully girl and the teacher decided to share one.
I looked out through the veranda. The sky was still full of aurora. Was the Solar Storm's influence still lingering?
"Um... I realized I never even told you my name."
The teacher had slipped quietly out into the living room.
"I'm Yu Seo-yeon. Thank you so much for saving me. I truly think of you as the person who gave me my life back."
"Ah... right. Pretty name. Go on and get some sleep."
She stared at me with moist eyes, as if she had more to say, hesitated a moment, then quietly returned to her room.
Today's haul had been considerable. I had no intention of going out looting tonight.