To Catch the Daughter, Start with the Mother (4)
It was obvious why Yujeong had gone out of her way to suddenly swap math classes with the teacher. To keep an eye on things between Yujin and me.
Even so, after getting treated like that by me last night and coldly abandoning me that morning, for her to show up again in front of me—someone she clearly couldn't stand to look at because she was worried about her daughter—perfectly composed as the teacher? That was some impressive motherhood.
Pretending to write a problem on the board, I rubbed my hidden cock against Yujeong's black skirt from behind the podium. As it slid back and forth over her ass, it slipped under her skirt, probing between her thighs—but her expression barely changed.
That's right. The one standing here now wasn't some bitch in heat or a mother. It was Teacher Yujeong.
Anything more in front of the others, especially Yujin, risked getting caught. I pulled my cock out from between her ass cheeks. No wet spots on my pants, but when I sniffed my hand that had touched the zipper, there it was—that sweet scent I'd sniffed to my heart's content last night. Yujeong's pussy juice.
"You…."
"Oops."
I figured Yujeong would slap me in rage for shoving my cock between her thighs right under her pussy in front of the students. So I turned my right cheek toward her like, go ahead, hit me—
But the hand she reached out didn't touch my cheek. It caressed the chalk in my hand.
"Don't you get it?"
She elbowed me hard in the chest—way too forceful for just brushing me off—then ignored me and stood squarely in front of the board. With quick, irritated scratches of the chalk—scritch scritch scritch!—she wrote the answer to the diagram problem.
"This is the clitoris! This is the labia majora! This is the labia minora! This is the urethra! This is the vagina! How can you not write down something this simple? You strutted up here all confident like you'd solve it yourself… and you weren't even paying attention in my class."
"……What?"
She'd just had my rock-hard cock rubbing right under her ass, and now this?
Plus, she'd savored that cock all the way till morning, getting pinned under it and wailing heeek! heeek! like a bitch in heat. This damn hag.
Instead of me freaking out, the boys behind the podium reacted to Yujeong's graphic explanation.
"Ugh……."
A few of them suddenly hunched over like they'd gotten stomach cramps, slamming their heads on their desks. But Yujeong seemed oblivious that she'd just imprinted a lifetime of warped sexual fantasies on them.
No point in standing tall with my erection leading the way, bracing for the rapist image to stick. She'd gotten one over on me. Fine. Time to hit back.
I scribbled some bullshit on the remaining answer sheet and headed back to my seat. Or tried to— Yujeong grabbed my wrist as I turned, and when I spun back around, she reached for my chest.
"Clothing! Always neat and tidy! Remember that—you're a student at our school now…… for the time being."
That was a loaded line. Then, like she was my girlfriend or something, she started buttoning up the shirt I'd deliberately mussed to look like a delinquent.
The boys let out envious groans, but the girls looked baffled—why was the chairwoman going so far for a transfer student like me?
Did this hag still think we were alone in that motel?
Even Sua and Jiyeong shot me weird looks, like Yujeong's hands-on primping didn't fit her usual strict, ascetic image.
Fuck, lady. I'm not your boyfriend. Enough already.
I shook off her hand—rougher than you should with a teacher, let alone the chairwoman—and turned away.
As I walked back to my seat, I glanced at Jiyeong and Sua. Jiyeong immediately lost interest, diving back into her laptop world. But Sua…
Her expression was still unreadable. Had she picked up on something between Yujeong and me?
Who knows.
Fuck… this sentimental bullshit from the hag was throwing everything off.
Still, it wasn't all bad.
The video I'd sent her—of Yujeong clinging to my cock, acting all coquettish—had clearly shattered Yujin's convictions. She'd been dead sure her mom had been raped by me just like her, that no way would her own mother choose to hook up with a guy like me, that her mom couldn't possibly be such a filthy bitch.
I turned down the remote's intensity. No need for Yujin to squirt like a deputy right here. Besides, Yujeong's doting touches and looks hurt her way more than some toy.
Hard to say if giving Sua reason to suspect me was a loss, or if breaking Yujin's heart more made it a win.
What's done is done. Time to push forward.
To make Yujin fully submit to me, I'd break her unbreakable weakness first: Yujeong. Even if it meant wrecking Yujeong, who was a bit removed from my revenge targets. I didn't care.
All the way.
I sat down and looked up at Yujeong. In that short walk from the podium to my seat, she'd never suspect the cold calculations and brutal conclusions forming in my mind.
"You! What was that behavior toward your teacher? Laying hands on me?!"
Yujeong yelled at me.
The already chilly vibe toward me turned ice-cold now that a respected teacher like her had called it out.
Even the few neutral holdouts like Minjun and Nayeon started distancing themselves.
Didn't matter. If enduring this wrecked the lives of the bitches who ruined me, it was worth it.
"Come to the chairwoman's office at lunchtime. Alone!"
Hmph. Got it. That's why she pulled that stunt. Not bad for a hag. But it was a fatal misstep in this game of chicken.
Couldn't she see it, this bitch playing teacher? While she dueled me in wills, putting on her teacher act right in front of me, her daughter's face was crumbling in despair.
But no need to tell Yujeong that. She had to stay in the dark until the moment I planned arrived.
"Yes, ma'am."
So I flashed a bright smile and answered her command.
Lunchtime.
I skipped eating and headed alone to the chairwoman's office. I could feel Yujin tracking my back with her eyes as I stood.
Ignoring her, I sauntered out like I was just hitting the bathroom. But I hadn't even gotten close when I ran into Yujeong in the hallway.
She was dressed like a slut, flashing her tempting thighs in front of the students, yet policing the other girls' outfits.
Fix your own daughter's clothes first before this nonsense. Typical mom—strict with everyone but her little girl.
Our eyes met, and Yujeong said, "I told you to come at lunchtime, but this early? Don't tell me you skipped eating…… No, you! Follow me!"
Maybe because of the students, her teacher facade and her womanly hatred for me flickered back and forth as I trailed her to the office.
Along the way,
"Oh, Principal. What brings you here?"
Pretending otherwise, but with that subtle disdain for him, Yujeong asked in an overly polite tone that came off rude as hell.
The principal, fidgeting like a dog desperate to shit in front of the door, startled and babbled some lame excuse about sudden business before fleeing.
The janitor, who'd been lurking nearby after him, tried dodging her gaze too, but
"What are you doing here, mister? The janitor's room is way over there. Don't tell me you snuck into my office to 'clean' again? I told you last time—I handle my own cleaning, and never enter the chairwoman's office. Didn't I warn you?"
She didn't outright scream, but her clipped words were plenty to cow any man.
Of course, her worthless pussy only acted up alone with me. That was the real Yujeong.
"Huh? Oh? Haha…."
The janitor forced an awkward laugh and scurried after the principal.
I stared after them for a moment.
"What are you looking at?"
Yujeong asked, but obviously no reason to tell her. She'd find out soon enough—on her own body.
Using the key only she, Yujin, and the janitor had, Yujeong unlocked the door. Instead of heading straight in, she grabbed my loitering wrist from outside and yanked me inside.
Once she'd dragged me in and sealed us in the room herself, she locked the door and tugged the handle several times to confirm it was secure.
"Locked?……."
I cut into her mutter.
"Yeah, sis. Locked tight. Just us two. Just like the motel. Wanna go again?"
Yujeong, frozen staring at my face, let out a hollow laugh. Then she undid her high ponytail, letting her hair fall, and unbuttoned the top of her shirt— the one that had her face looking stuffy and her tits ready to burst.
She even grabbed a notepad from the whiteboard by the door and strode toward me, heels clicking.
"Shut up!"
She yelled—but before the words were out, her fist was already swinging at me.
Was that why Yujin swung first and thought later? Inherited straight from this bitch?
I glanced at her incoming punch. Amateur form, huge tits dragging her upper body down, massive ass weighing her lower half—slow as molasses.
What to do? I could just take it. Let her wail on me, then cling calling her "sis."
Or the opposite: dodge easy, slam her gut with a strike that made this look like nothing.
Reduce her to begging on my leg, pride forgotten, survival instinct kicking in: oppa, oppa, save me!
Tough call. This choice would reshape all my plans going forward.