Escape (Teacher Seo Eunha - Post-Sex Hypnosis♥, Naked Exploration♥) (1)
The ripple effect from that moment when she declared in front of her students that she would choose sex lingered in Eunha's heart as a faint regret. The shameless confession of prioritizing pleasure over the children, a man's cock over her pride as a teacher—it tormented her like an echo deep inside.
"Ahh… so good… so good…♡ Sex, sex, sex…♡♡ Heeek♡♡"
But even after that, as she kept entwining her body with Igyeol's, the guilt washed away like a sandcastle swept out by the waves, crumbling into nothingness. In its place, a freer, happier pleasure than before filled her completely. In the end, Eunha continued taking Igyeol's semen with her mouth, her breasts, her pussy, climaxing over and over until she was utterly spent.
"Han Intern~ Han Intern~~!!"
Just as her stamina hit its limit and her consciousness began to blur, a voice suddenly cut in. The door to the conference room burst open roughly, and in walked Section Chief Kim Alice, her blue hair framing dark circles under her eyes.
"Section Chief Alice? What's up? I told you I'd be using the conference room at this time…."
"Big trouble, big trouble. There's chaos in the bathroom!"
It seemed the plumbing in the bathroom they'd tinkered with a few weeks ago had finally given out.
"Water's flooding everywhere right now~."
She didn't know the details, but it sounded urgent. Even Igyeol's usually laid-back face paled instantly. From down the hall came Park Sea's irritated summons as well.
"I'll handle cleanup here, so go quick. I can't touch that stuff anyway."
"Aww, got it. I wanted to do a bit more, but oh well…."
Igyeol pulled away from Eunha reluctantly. He grabbed his clothes, threw them on in a hurry, and vanished out the door like he was fleeing.
Kim Alice approached in his place, fixing her gaze on Eunha's hazy eyes as she spoke.
"Let me see… the keyword was definitely—'Open the jewel box'… right?"
Eunha, already exhausted, felt her consciousness sink even deeper into darkness. But Alice's voice rang out with eerie clarity, as if etched directly into her brain cells.
"Alright, let's head back to your room and rest. No volunteering or assisting tonight, so take it easy and recover. Tomorrow morning, you'll be handed over to the client, so before that, a few precautions—"
Section Chief Alice droned on with some explanation. Eunha just listened blankly, and eventually, her awareness faded completely.
….
"……."
When she opened her eyes again, the familiar drab ceiling from the past few days greeted her. She sat up slowly. Her body creaked all over. It was probably from pushing past her limits with all that intense sex right before passing out. In the week of training, nothing had been that ferocious before.
If her faint memories were accurate, today was the last day of her conditioning. Being the finale, maybe they'd put extra effort into it.
What time is it now?
Eunha rose from the bed. The room was shrouded in silence. She examined her body slowly. The sweat-and-semen-caked naked form had been cleaned spotless, smooth as if someone had washed her. Whether by someone else or by her own hands under hypnosis, it didn't matter right now.
"…Let's move."
Seo Eunha muttered blankly and got off the bed.
I can't forgive that man, Igyeol. Hypnosis or not, fake students or not, making her debase herself like that in front of them. Forcing that confession out of her, no less.
-Sex, I love sex!
-I love sex more than my students! I love you!
-It's not a lie! It's not…!
Eunha felt intense self-loathing, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it. That confession wasn't sincere. She still loved her students; she would never put sex or Igyeol above them.
I wasn't in my right mind then. It couldn't be helped. No need to feel bad about it every time.
More importantly, she recalled the tail end of her memories: Section Chief Alice's words.
-Tomorrow morning, you'll be handed over to the client…
Come morning, she'd be passed to some unknown client. No matter who it was, the moment of handover meant it was truly over.
If I'm escaping, it has to be now.
Creeeak—
She slipped out cautiously. A bizarrely long hallway stretched without windows, doors lining both sides.
So quiet….
The corridor was unnaturally silent, no signs of life. She proceeded carefully, ears pricked for any sound.
She passed other doors and headed to the one at the very end. The others could be opened freely, but that one—the exit door—never budged, no matter what.
It would be the same this time. With resignation, Eunha turned the handle.
Click.
"……Huh?"
A surprised voice escaped her. Her heart pounded thump!
The door opened. The door that had defied every trick until now!
Thump-thump-thump-thump! Her heart raced wildly. Eunha closed the door and scanned around. Still no one. She listened at the door—nothing beyond either.
"…Hoo…."
Seo Eunha drew a breath and opened it again.
Creeeak—
She stepped through cautiously into the outside. It was the staff lounge inside the Healing Soul Clinic. Empty. Further checks showed the counseling room and lobby deserted too.
A chance…?
She nearly bolted out yelling, but held back. No excitement. This was her last shot—act with utmost caution.
Confirming the glass door to the lobby outside was open, she returned to the lounge. She was naked. Couldn't go out like this.
Maybe….
She checked the lockers along the wall one by one. Luck struck on the third: clothes. But seeing them, her face twisted oddly.
The outfit she'd worn when arriving a week ago.
Well, better than nothing….
Her clothes from a week ago, taken then, right here. It felt off, somehow ominous. Anyway, she dressed. After a week without clothes, the fabric felt alien.
"Wallet and smartphone… yeah, no surprise they're gone."
Finding even clothes was a miracle. Expecting more was greedy. No original heels, so she grabbed sneakers from another locker—perfect fit.
She scoured the lounge for anything useful. Slim pickings, but some decent finds went into her pockets. Prep done. Linger too long, someone might come.
To the lobby, heart pounding thump-thump, she stood before the glass doors. They slid open automatically. Finally, out.
It was shockingly easy.
"…Ahh!!"
A sigh of relief slipped out; she clamped her mouth shut. Tears of relief welled, a urge to sob—but later. Escape first.
….
Elevator to the first floor. No encounters with anyone from Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co. luckily. Out into the world after a week.
As checked before, it was night. Late hour, streets nearly empty.
Don't relax!
Someone from Healing Soul could pop from the shadows. Anxiously scanning, she thought: Move now. Too long here is dangerous.
But how? Subways stopped? Taxi home, but no money. Police station first? Somewhere crowded for help?
As she fretted—
"!"
Thought the street empty, but a shadow shifted in the dark. Heart dropped.
A person! Too dark to spot—or well-hidden!
The figure emerged, heading straight for her. Heart thud! sank. Pursuer! Coming to catch her!
"…Urgh!!"
She spun and bolted away. Run blind. Toward people, anywhere!
"—Help!! Somebody, please help!!"
She screamed while running. Praying the voice reached someone. Before the pursuer grabbed her… anyone, please…!!
Not knowing the area, Eunha ran blindly. Dodging red lights at crosswalks, veering off course, desperate to keep moving, never stop.
Good thing: sneakers, not heels. Pursuer was fast; heels would've meant instant capture.
Hah… hah… heok… heok…!!
But soon, she had to stop. The alley she'd ducked into to shake them was a dead end.
Wall not too high, but her stamina was gone. No climbing, no backtracking.
"Finally stopped, huh."
"…Ngh…!! Stay back!!"
Eunha pressed against the wall, glaring at the pursuer. She pulled an item from her pocket, thrusting it forward.
A pointed awl. Streetlight glinted off the metal tip.
"Don't come closer! I'll stab! Not bluffing! I can do it! If you try dragging me back anyway, be prepared!"
She yelled desperately. But her hand shook pathetically. Never handled weapons, let alone hurt someone.
Still, she had to. Or she'd be hauled back—sold to some unknown 'client.'
A soft sigh from the alley's end. Pursuer stepped into the light slowly.
A woman. She removed her hat, pulled something from her pocket, and unfolded it.
"Sorry for startling you. Please lower the weapon. I'm police. Relax."
True enough. In the beauty's hand: a police badge.
