The Morning After
“Mmnh…”
Yoon Jia’s brain stirred as sunlight pierced her eyelids and needled her eyes. She lifted an arm against it. Ordinarily she always slept with the curtains drawn, so the raw morning glare was something she had never had to face. She shielded her face and spent several seconds simply trying to gather her wits—then she registered the alien sensations surrounding her.
“…Huh?”
The pajamas she ought to have been wearing were nowhere to be found; she was completely naked. And inside the blanket she should have been holding alone, something warm was wrapped around her.
The moment those two facts landed, the previous night unspooled through her mind like footage from an ultra-high-performance camera—drunk herself, the kiss, the bed, and then… sex.
“Uh… uh… uhhh…”
With stunned eyes she slowly turned her head and confirmed the presence holding her. Yoon Jia had never once in her life fallen asleep in a man’s arms. She had lost her parents young and retained no memory of her father at all. The man who had given her that first embrace was snoring softly behind her, arms locked around her body.
“Ha… aah… haha…”
She stared at Sung Suho as if her mind had simply checked out.
Ha… I… I… with Instructor Sung Suho… th-that can’t be…
In her head, the image of Suho driving relentlessly between her legs played with merciless clarity—his cock thrusting without hesitation into her hole, the caresses, the kisses, the climax.
Careful not to wake him, she slid a hand down between her thighs.
“Nngh…”
Her sex was already crusted with dried fluids; what came away on her fingers was not liquid but flaking residue. She lifted the hand and looked.
Ah… hahaha…
She found no evidence of ejaculation. She did, however, find another kind of proof—reddish powder already dried and solidified.
Yoon Jia… you’ve lost your mind…
Self-reproach filled her, yet what rose unbidden was the scene of Suho conquering the space between her legs. The drunken haze had blurred most of the sensations, but the end she would never forget: his cock forcing its way into a vagina that had been sealed shut her entire life, and for the first time flooding her womb with semen.
Haa… haa… that was hotter than anything he showed us in the dungeon…
The man who had fought for the cadets’ safety and her own was one thing; the man who had focused solely on her was something far more magnetic. The thought lasted only a moment.
Haa… what do I do? I don’t even know how I’m supposed to look at Oppa…
Guilt toward Go Chungshin had just begun to surface when—
“Mmmnh…”
—a sudden electric throb rolled through her lower belly, and wetness began to gather between her legs.
“Mmnh…”
And as she grew slick, what rose was not guilt over Go Chungshin but the memory of coupling with Suho.
“Haa… haa… nngh…”
Before she knew it her fingers had already moved to her soaked sex. An unrelated man held her from behind, and she—without a shred of guilt toward her boyfriend—began to masturbate on the spot.
This is wrong… I can’t hold it in!
She wanted desperately to rein in the lust and stop, but her fingers plunged into her vagina of their own accord. Once she had been opened, the anxiety that her hymen might tear had been washed clean away. Masturbating properly for the first time delivered an overwhelming rush of pleasure. Doing it in the morning, in secret, in a man’s arms—it was the greatest act of deviance she had ever known.
It did not last long.
“Instructor Yoon Jia, you’re bold for first thing in the morning.”
“Hyaah! I-Instructor Sung Suho!”
She whipped around in terror. Suho was still holding her, smiling.
He whispered against her ear without letting go.
“How about it? Want me to help?”
Yoon Jia flushed and dropped her gaze.
“Th-that’s not—please, l-let me go.”
“Or was last night not enough?”
“Th-that isn’t it either!”
She thrashed and sulked, trying to wriggle free of my arms. I had no intention of releasing her. The mood wasn’t built for that anyway.
I pulled her back against me from behind, cupped her groin and her breasts in my palms, and murmured,
“I’ll help you.”
“W-wait a second! Th-that’s not—haaang!”
Soft breasts. A plush, yielding pussy. The more I stroked both, the more her moans rose and the more her juices began to spill.
“Haaang! Wait… I can’t be in this kind of relationship with Instructor Sung Suho—haaaang!!”
I cut her off and kept working her sex. Without stopping my hand, I leaned in from behind and whispered into her ear.
“…Don’t tell me last night was just you working off some frustration?”
“Th-that can’t be! B-but still… this really isn’t right. We should properly start dating first, and then—”
I cut her off again and was about to go back to her clitoris when—
Ding-dong!
“!”
“!”
Yoon Jia and I both startled and turned toward the intercom. Fingers frozen, we locked eyes and fell silent.
Ding-dong!
Listening to the chime, I was certain.
“Doesn’t sound like he’s going to leave quietly.”
“Just in case—hide while I answer the intercom.”
Yoon Jia exhaled in relief, covered herself as best she could with a nearby towel, and headed for the front door. It didn’t look like she was covering up to open it; it looked like she was covering up because she was embarrassed to be seen by me.
She pressed the intercom button and spoke.
“Who is it?”
“…Jia. It’s me.”
“!!”
Yoon Jia spun around, face white with shock, and looked at me. I watched her through half-lidded eyes.
Nowhere to run from this one, is there?
It was an entertaining situation, but not an entirely good one. I had planned to play dumb and enjoy myself between the two of them—this threatened to blow the whole arrangement.
“Jia, open the door already. That Sung Suho bastard is right next door. Please…”
“Th-that’s…”
Yoon Jia’s whole body trembled; her face went deathly pale. Opening the door was a problem. Not opening it was a problem.
Hmm… change of plans.
[…?]
I stepped quietly up behind her, set both hands on her shoulders, and whispered,
“…This is something I can’t exactly pretend I didn’t hear.”
“Haa… haa… hnnngh…”
Yoon Jia clamped a finger over the intercom mic and started to cry.
“Th-that’s not what this is…”
“No matter how close I am with Instructor Yoon Jia, there’s nothing I can do about this. The moment I report it to the Academy, it’s dismissal—and liability on top of that…”
I turned coldly and started back toward the bed. Yoon Jia caught me and pleaded in a whisper.
“Th-then I’ll… I-I’ll tell them about what Instructor Sung Suho did with me, too.”
“….”
If she meant that sincerely, it was not something I could brush off. If a full instructor affiliated with the Church formally raised issues of misconduct against an assistant instructor, I stood a real chance of ending up in the same position as Go Chungshin. Not that Yoon Jia was the type—but still.
“…Then I made a mistake. The mistake of falling for Instructor Yoon Jia.”
“Th-that’s not what I meant…”
My words only drove the guilt deeper; real tears began to fall. And even as she cried, Go Chungshin kept pleading through the intercom.
“Jia… are you seriously going to do this? I came here ready to get fucked over…”
“….”
Go Chungshin’s voice snapped her back. She looked up at me with something like resolve.
“Then… what do I have to do for you to forgive Oppa?”
Perfect. Exactly the picture I wanted.
I pretended to think it over, looked down at her, and said,
“Go out with me.”
“…What?”
Yoon Jia stared up at me, blank with shock. I pressed on at once, covering any possible fallout.
“It doesn’t have to be right now.”
“…?”
“From the look of things, you’re still dating Go Minhyuk. But I want to keep being around you like this—and win Instructor Yoon Jia’s heart.”
“Ah… mmph! Chup…”
I kissed her on the spot and covered the intercom mic with my own finger. With the mic blocked, Go Chungshin had no idea what was happening inside and kept talking to himself.
“Haa… Jia… I’m sorry about last time.”
“Churp… chup… haah…”
Go Chungshin’s words no longer reached her ears at all; she was lost entirely in tasting my tongue. It was a side of herself ordinary Yoon Jia would never have shown—but the Subjugation on her was converting every scrap of guilt into pure lust with perfect efficiency.
Damn… this fetish is no joke.
Whenever she commits adultery or cheats, the resulting guilt transforms into sexual desire and affection directed at Sung Suho.
That was probably why she had suddenly started masturbating earlier.
[However, this Sexual Fetish will likely only remain active for as long as she is dating Go Chungshin.]
Not being able to edit it is a little worrying, but once the Subjugation level rises, something else will probably unlock, right?
Even if Yoon Jia was raw material for destroying Go Chungshin, I had no intention of simply throwing her away. A woman this beautiful who loved me—why would I discard her on a whim?
The kiss unlocked her completely; she kept pushing her tongue into my mouth. The more Go Chungshin talked through the mic, the bolder her kissing became.
Still pinning the intercom mic with my finger, I whispered,
“The mic’s covered right now.”
“Ah…”
“I’ll find a way to cover for Go Minhyuk.”
“Th-then first let’s send Oppa away, and—”
“But looking at Instructor Yoon Jia right now, I honestly can’t hold back…”
“Ah…”
At that she dropped her gaze to my lower abdomen. Seeing my cock risen in all its ugly glory, she exhaled roughly and melted into my arms. At the same time I bent my knees, angling so she could take me into her hole.
Whether it was the Sexual Fetish firing or not, her face was wet with pleasure and smiling—not a trace of guilt. If anything, Go Chungshin’s voice through the mic was acting as an aphrodisiac. Pleasure had conquered her expression, but different words still came out of her mouth.
“O-once we send Oppa away…”
“I don’t want to put off making love with Instructor Yoon Jia until later.”
“Hnn… th-then as fast as we can…”
Without realizing it she smiled, lined my glans carefully against her entrance, and sank into my arms as she took me deep inside herself.
“Nngh… hnnngh!”
“Kh—then I’m moving…”
“Yes… haah! Haaang! Haaaang!”
I kept my hand on the mic as best I could and worked my hips, savoring her pussy. The position was extremely awkward, but she braced her back against the wall and lifted her lower belly so my cock could thrust freely.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick!
“Haaang! Haaaang! Haang!”
“Kh—!”
Back to the wall, she used Go Chungshin’s voice spilling from the side as fuel and poured out her moans.
“Jia… please… say something…”
“Haaang! Haaaang! Yes! This feels so good!!”
Her adulterous sex only made her womb drop lower, and the womb pulsed as if surrendering to the Womb Crest, ready to burst. I drove deep into that womb and spoke.
“Instructor Yoon Jia—I’m coming!”
“Me too! I think I’m coming too! Haaaang!!”
I emptied my morning load into her womb, then whispered into her ear.
“Instructor Yoon Jia… you know we still have a few hours before we have to be at the Academy, right?”
“Haa… haa…”
I took my hand off the mic and gave her a look. Face still drowned in pleasure, she turned her head toward the intercom and spoke.
“Haa… haa… Oppa…”
“Huh? Jia… you…”
Go Chungshin went quiet for a beat, then spoke in a low, rough voice.
“Were you crying?”
“Haa… haa… that’s…”
“Did you cry all night?”
Yeah, she cried all right. Legs spread, taking my cock, sobbing the whole time.
I snickered inwardly and kept watching their exchange.
“Haa… Oppa… I can’t see you right now.”
“…Got it. Jia.”
Go Chungshin let out a heavy sigh, then spoke through the mic with genuine feeling.
“I’m really sorry. I… I’ll never make you do anything like that again. …I love you.”
I kissed Yoon Jia hard, our lips slick with fluids.
“Mmph… chup… churp…”
“Jia?”
She broke the kiss, looked at my face with a rapturous expression, and opened her mouth.
“I love you…”
Click.
“Ha… haha…”
Go Chungshin stared at the intercom where the call had cut off. He let out a breath of relief, smiled, and spoke.
“Didn’t want me to see her after crying all night? Getting all shy…”
Still smiling, he rubbed his nose with a finger and walked away.