The Model Amkeot, Part 3
Jiho replied casually, "Ah. It's fine. The area I have to manage is wide, but there's nothing too difficult. Above all, the pay is decent."
"Aha," Chaeyun nodded.
Before they knew it, the two had arrived in front of Room 403. Having lied about having a class in Room 402, this was the moment for Chaeyun to part ways with him. She bowed her head first to say goodbye.
"Ah. Well... I should head to my next class too. Good luck with your work."
"Yes. Study hard."
Just as Jiho turned to enter Room 403, Chaeyun looked at his back—specifically his butt—and, unable to resist a sudden impulse, reached out. Her hand firmly squeezed Jiho's butt. Squeeze!
"...Huh?" Jiho let out a dumbfounded sound and turned around. Only then did Chaeyun startle, quickly pulling her hand away.
"No, I mean. That is..." She panicked, her eyes darting left and right, before hiding her face behind her book and whispering in a tiny voice, "Th-there was a huge piece of dust on your butt... I was trying to get it off... I'm so sorry..."
"Ah. I see. Thank you. You startled me a bit." Jiho didn't press her or blame her further. He just bowed slightly and entered the classroom.
Left alone in the hallway, Chaeyun let out a long sigh of relief. Her body had moved before she could suppress her sudden desire. At the same time, she felt a sense of regret. If she was going to touch him anyway, the front would have been better than the back.
She blankly looked down at the hand that had just grabbed his butt. Up until now, her only physical contact with him had been their fingers brushing when she handed him a canned coffee. Such a blatant, direct touch felt surreal. She instinctively brought her hand to her face and sniffed it. *Sniff, sniff.*
It didn't smell like anything. Yet, just thinking about having touched Jiho's body...
"Mnh."
Feeling a small orgasm, she squeezed her thighs together. She tried her best to hold it in, but a clear, sticky arousal fluid ran down her thighs, soaking her calves and ankles. Checking to make sure no other students were around, she quickly ran into a nearby restroom and slipped into the innermost stall. Forgetting to even lock the door, she stripped completely naked.
Sitting on the toilet, she raised both legs high, leaning them against the stall wall, and covered her face with her hands.
"Kang Jiho... Kang Jiho...! Nngh, ahh...♥"
She licked her palm while using her other hand to vigorously finger her pussy.
Over the next few days, Chaeyun managed to meet Jiho every day. Of course, it wasn't due to coincidence or luck. She simply wandered around the academic building until she ran into him. If he spotted her first, great. If she spotted him from a distance first, she would take a long detour to get ahead of him and time her walk to step out from a corner right as he passed.
"Oh, my. Hello. We meet again."
Starting with a meeting disguised as a coincidence, she would greet him warmly and keep the conversation going under the pretext of having time before her next class. Perhaps thanks to the drink she had given him as a thank-you before, talking to him was easy. Just because she was a model student who had done nothing but study her whole life didn't mean she lacked social skills. She could easily keep a conversation going to get closer to him.
She started with very trivial topics, yet the kind of topics you could only ask if you had a certain level of closeness.
"The weather is lovely today, isn't it?"
Starting there, the conversation eventually flowed into what today's dormitory menu was, how Jiho handled his meals, whether he ate with the other staff, whether his major was related to facility management, how exhausting it was to walk from the 1st floor to the 5th floor classes so they really needed an elevator, or how she particularly liked the special menu served on Wednesdays.
Most of it was light chatter about Chaeyun's academy life, and Jiho mostly listened quietly, chiming in or reacting lightly.
"Ah, look at the time. I had a wonderful time today as well."
Of course, she wanted to stay by his side all day and build their relationship, but as a student of this academy, she was still just someone who happened to run into him and chat briefly during breaks. Still, she felt they had grown quite close. But with such slow progress, when on earth would she be able to roll around naked with him? Was it even possible? Anxiety slowly began to creep in.
Above all, she intuitively knew she was reaching her limit. Now, just standing in front of Jiho, just looking at him made her uterus drop, urging her to take his cock immediately, while her pussy drooled. Just making eye contact did this; when they spoke, she felt a mini-orgasm every time his voice hit her ears. Until now, she had managed to stealthily wipe away her juices when he wasn't looking, but hiding the daily torrent of pussy juice was becoming an agonizing chore.
The next day, Chaeyun went looking for Jiho again from the morning. Spotting him standing at the far end of the hallway, she brightened up and walked toward him. Or rather, she tried to. She froze solid upon seeing him talking to another female student.
Thud, clatter—
The reference books and workbooks she was holding fell straight to the cold floor. She quickly hid behind a corner, poking only her head out to glare at Jiho. No, to be precise, she glared at Lee Yujeong, who was chatting happily with him.
She had a vague idea of who his companion was. A frivolous piece of trash who bullied others instead of studying like she was supposed to. Lately, people said she was somehow getting along well with other students, but a bad first impression died hard. Actually, whether Yujeong bullied others or didn't study didn't matter.
Grind—
The sound of her teeth grinding was distinct. Grit-toothed, Chaeyun glared at Yujeong. For Chaeyun, just standing next to him, talking, and hiding her face to put on a polite smile was the absolute limit. Yet that bitch was so easily calling Jiho "Ahjussi" with such intimacy, laughing, and even playfully slapping his arm. To touch him so freely like that...
I'm jealous, I'm jealous, I'm jealous, I'm jealous, I'm jealous, I'm jealous.
"That fucking bitch in heat..."
Muttering to herself, she turned around. Even if she squeezed herself between them, she would just be a third wheel. No, she would be a miserably defeated loser. She realized it clearly. To Jiho, she was just a student he occasionally shared small talk with. Since she couldn't get rid of that filthy sow, she had to become something much greater to him.
She strode down the stairs. Behind her, the workbooks she had dropped lay abandoned on the cold floor.
Chaeyun arrived at the teacher's office. She and the other students would leave this academy in a year anyway, so naturally, they didn't know much about Jiho. But the teachers were different. They must have worked here for years and would know him far better than she did.
She first went to find her homeroom teacher. The teacher looked up, her eyes widening in surprise at seeing Chaeyun.
"Oh, Chaeyun. What brings you here?"
"Um, could we have a consultation?"
Chaeyun had excellent grades and clear career goals. She had adapted well to academy life, so she had never had a private consultation with a teacher before. This was her first since entering the academy.
"Of course."
Chaeyun stared at the teacher for a moment. Her eyes shook slightly as she looked at the teacher, whose breasts were larger than her head, barely covered by a cow-print bikini that was split down the middle, fully exposing her pink nipples and pussy. She felt a strange sense of cognitive dissonance, but she brushed it off as her imagination and got straight to the point.
"Um. Do you know Kang Jiho, the facility manager?"
"Yes, of course. He's the one who always works hard to maintain the academy."
"By any chance, do you know what kind of woman he likes? His type?"
Normally, such a question would require a more cautious, gradual buildup. But after seeing the intimacy between Yujeong and Jiho, she didn't have the patience for such intermediate steps. At the question, the teacher smiled warmly, as if she had been waiting for it.
"My, I won't ask why you're asking that. Manager Kang Jiho's type, you say? He has very distinct tastes, so I know them quite well."
The teacher paused, smiling gently as she tapped her cheek with her index finger.
"A pervert."
"A per... vert?"
For a split second, Chaeyun’s academic mind immediately pictured butterflies and pupae. But the teacher quickly cleared up the misunderstanding.
"A lewd woman. Vulgar and obscene. An Amkeot closer to a beast than a human woman."
"Ah..."
Chaeyun's face instantly brightened. A lewd woman. In truth, she had lived her entire life completely detached from sexual desire or the word "lewd." But not anymore. Even at this very moment as they spoke, if she wasn't a pervert for fantasizing about Jiho's naked body and his cock thrusting into her pussy, then who was? She wanted to run to him right this instant, strip her clothes off, and say, 'I'm an obscene Amkeot too, so let's have sex right now!'
But she was stopped in her tracks by the teacher's next words.
"But it's not just about having a lot of dirty thoughts. That vibe has to show in your appearance, your speech, and all your external actions. If you act all demure and polite on the outside while saying, 'Actually, I love dirty things,' who would believe you?"
Chaeyun bit her lip. If Jiho cared about outward appearance too, then her current self was the exact opposite of his taste.
"...That's true. Then, by a lewd woman... do you mean someone with vulgar speech, or wearing highly revealing clothes... that sort of thing?" Having dirty thoughts but not knowing how to express them outwardly, she asked anxiously. *How do I look lewd on the outside?*
At that question, the corners of the teacher's eyes crinkled. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a book, sliding it forward.
"It's hard to explain in words. This will probably help."
The cover featured a scantily clad woman. An obscene book filled with flesh tones. Even the title was too vulgar to speak aloud. At least, the Chaeyun of a few days ago would have thought so. But not the current her.
"It's a subversive book I confiscated from another student, but I think you need it right now, Chaeyun. I believe this book will be the perfect textbook for his tastes."
An Amkeot suited to his tastes... Muttering to herself, Chaeyun accepted the book with both hands.
"Thank you."
She, who had always carried thick reference books and exam prep materials, now clutched the dirty book to her chest like a precious treasure.
"Don't mention it. Do your best, Chaeyun. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to masturbate my tits with a breast pump while thinking of Master."
The teacher pulled a breast pump from under her desk and attached it to her breast.
The next day, Chaeyun spotted Jiho repairing a window in a corner of the hallway. She approached him from behind. Getting right up to him, she lightly blew into his ear and whispered, "Hello there."
Startled by the sudden voice, Jiho whipped around. And when he saw Chaeyun's state, his surprise deepened.
Chaeyun smiled gently at his startled reaction. It was exactly the reaction she wanted.
"What's the matter? Ah, is it because of these clothes?"
She lightly placed a hand over her chest. Her shirt was unbuttoned, fully revealing her cleavage, and she wore a short skirt that exposed her thighs. She didn't even bother to wipe away or hide the clear arousal fluid dripping from her skirt down to her ankles anymore.
"You see, I'm actually quite a pervert. Why? Do you not like these clothes, by any chance?"
Taking a step closer to Jiho, she spoke with absolute confidence.
"There's no way you wouldn't, right?"
Chaeyun's smile wasn't much different from usual, but her eyes burned with a completely different kind of heat than yesterday.