To Catch the Daughter, Start with the Mother (3)

I slumped over my desk, focusing on recovering from the exhaustion inflicted by Yujeong and Yujin, mother and daughter, not just last night but this morning too.

When I woke up, first period English class was already over. The fact that even the strict English teacher hadn't woken me up probably meant the rumors had spread to the faculty as well.

Or maybe...

I turned my head while still standing and looked at Sua, who was chatting with Yujin. As if our minds were linked, Yujin quickly noticed my gaze and glared at me, but I ignored her and tried to carefully study Sua's expression. But as always, her shadowed face, lost in thought, looked like a beautiful, cold metal statue of a goddess, making it impossible to read her emotions.

The students around me were pretending not to notice, but they were monitoring my every move, so the moment I looked at Sua, the area around me fell silent in an instant. Among them were two who radiated the intent to throw themselves in front of me the second I tried to attack Sua directly.

One guy, one girl—both cult followers. I made a mental note of their youthful faces, which reminded me of the aged versions I'd seen before my regression, then stretched my stiff back and slumped back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠over my desk to catch more sleep.

That's how I slept deeply until lunch, with just one period left, before dragging my still-exhausted body upright.

The uncomfortable desk and the loud whispers badmouthing me had woken me intermittently, and I'd slept less than three hours, so I still needed more rest. But there was a reason I suddenly felt like throwing myself into class for once.

The math teacher, who had been subbing for the busy nurse and giving a sex ed lecture no one was listening to, had suddenly been replaced.

"Why all of a sudden...?"

The math teacher trailed off, but the chairwoman responded in that stern voice every student at this school knew all too well.

"Discipline in this class has been slipping lately. I've personally caught students engaging in extreme romantic behavior banned by school rules."

After finishing, Yujeong glared at me briefly before pressing the math teacher further.

"As their homeroom teacher, it's your failure to guide them properly that's led to this, isn't it? Aren't you ashamed as the adult supposed to lead these students?"

It was utter bullshit nitpicking. But under Yujeong's voice, now venomous beyond mere strictness, the math teacher bowed his head. It must have been a particularly rough day for him.

The math teacher didn't put up much fight against the chairwoman's sudden demand to take over the class and meekly retreated from the room.

I watched as Yujeong, who'd chased the math teacher out, entered the classroom. She must have slept as poorly as I had last night, yet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her face—despite a full day of overwork—somehow glowed. The total opposite of my own, dulled by fatigue.

I scanned Yujeong from face to full body. Not just me—every other student did the same. And for good reason.

The black stockings, suit skirt, and overly long, stuffy suit jacket unsuited to the weather were par for the course. But today, she'd bundled up even more tightly.

Fine, wearing a long skirt to hide those long legs. But what was the point if the other side was slit high for mobility?

Buttoning her dress shirt all the way up against the weather was another issue. On any other woman, it might look prim. But on Yujeong, with those massive tits, it only made her chest stand out more.

Pulling up her collar to hide my kiss marks only emphasized her slender neck further.

She probably thought she was dressing prim and practical, but it was all backfiring spectacularly.

Minjun turned away as if he couldn't bear to look straight at her. Male students straightened their ties like they were on a blind date with her or crossed their arms to seriously critique her outfit—it was a festival atmosphere.

The girls weren't much different. Except for one with a frozen expression: Yujin, staring at her mother with dead eyes before turning that glare on me.

I met Yujin's gaze head-on without flinching.

After clashing all morning, we could now read each other's intentions from a look alone.

[What? What do you want me to do about it? Why stare like that? I didn't tell her to.]

My eyes shot back that message, and even in the middle of class, Yujin half-rose from her seat like she was about to charge me. I quickly cranked the remote switch up a notch.

"Urgh!"

Jiyeong paused what she was doing and asked Yujin about her cry. Yujeong glanced at her daughter too but forced her head away, probably to maintain her chairwoman facade in school. What a dishonest pair, mother and daughter.

"What's wrong?" "N-nothing... bit my tongue..."

With her mother right there, I'd forced vibrations into Yujin's pussy, making her behave. I turned back to Yujeong.

She'd come to our class, even stealing the math period, to monitor me and Yujin. But she clearly hadn't realized the lesson wasn't math—it was sex ed.

There she stood, frozen in front of the blackboard with SEX ED scrawled large. After fucking me senseless last night, why pretend to be innocent now? I wanted to tease that stern-faced bitch, but this wasn't the time.

That's right—'not now.'

I stood and faced the blackboard, staring at Yujeong as she irritably erased the writing while flashing her ass to the class. More precisely, I stared only at her ass.

Not just me—the whole class did.

Yujeong, clueless about sex, didn't seem to get it, but horniness doesn't always scale with exposure.

Sometimes—and for some people—a fully covered outfit can look more slutty than a barely-there bikini. And Yujeong's getup right now was the perfect example.

This wouldn't do. At lunch, I'd have to personally pump some "sex ed" into that ignorant bitch's pussy with my cock.

As I licked my dry lips with that thought, my cheek stung from the gaze of the only other person in class who knew why Yujeong was dressed like that.

Cheeky bitch. I cranked the remote ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠switch back up.

"Urrgh!"

In the middle of class—during the school chairwoman's, her own mother's sex ed lesson—Yujin's muffled, slutty orgasm was a ridiculous, beautiful sight...

Yujeong had been briefly flustered by the unfamiliar subject but quickly regained her elite composure.

"Pay attention! Focus! Honestly... why is it so rowdy in here?"

Because of your slutty outfit, duh.

From there, the absurd spectacle unfolded: Yujeong, a virtual sex noob despite being a widow, bouncing her sex-oozing tits and shaking her prime breeding ass while lecturing on contraception. By mid-lesson, she'd already forced erections on every guy in class with her tit-jiggling, ass-wiggling, armpit-flashing, and thigh-flexing from her enthusiastic teaching.

"Who wants to try... Minjun. Come up and write the answer."

Clueless, she called up Minjun—Yujin's crush—whose dick was rock-hard from her slutty body.

"...Minjun? Come on up."

But Minjun just buried his face in his arms on the desk, unable to obey his respected teacher. He was in no state to stand.

"Minjun? ...What are you doing? The teacher called you to solve the problem."

The whole class knew why, but Yujeong—thinking she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠alone was in the dark—turned to the board, then back to Minjun and snapped.

"It shouldn't be that hard, right? I thought you were diligent in class..."

Minjun still couldn't stand, and now even the girls pitied him, but Yujeong kept scolding him, oblivious.

What a shitty teacher. Tormenting him with her slutty body, then blaming the student.

No choice. As a classmate, I'd have to discipline the bitch teacher myself.

"I'll do it instead."

I stood up. But I wasn't any different. If anything, knowing the honey pot hidden under that tight wrap—and having sucked it dry all last night—my erection was bigger than anyone's.

"Gasp." "Huh? What the...?"

The class gasped, guys and girls alike, spotting my massive bulge.

Didn't matter. My rep was already trash, and I hadn't regressed to enjoy harmonious school life this time around.

As I strode to the board, cock straining like it would rip my pants, the guys cowered with heads down. The girls "covered" their eyes but peeked through spread fingers at my crotch.

Sua, lost in thought; Jiyeong, typing away despite the chairwoman teaching; Yujin, gnawing her pencil and glaring—only they reacted differently.

I sidled right up to the stunned Yujeong, reaching down for the chalk. As I turned sideways, I jabbed my hard cock firmly into her ass. The podium hid us from the back. As long as she didn't react.

I said, "Let me give it a shot, teacher." But my eyes on her face screamed, [Not the problem—the pussy, you fucking bitch.]