I Love You, Do-yoon
"I love you, Do-yoon."
"Did it feel good, Teacher?"
"Uh… w-well… yeah, it did."
"Then we should have sex a lot more from now on, right? Looking forward to it. My personal living dildo, Virgin-oppa."
"You keep calling me a virgin—"
"I'm your exclusive too, so it's even-steven, even-steven."
The sun was dipping low into dusk. Do-yoon and Seol-ha lay side by side on the bed, facing each other and chatting.
"You don't have to call it 'mine' or whatever. So stop using that trashy 'living dildo' crap."
"But it's true, what can I do? You were way weaker than a delicate girl like me—you couldn't even resist and got raped."
"Ugh…."
"Hehe—aren't you way too fragile, Teacher? At this rate, you can't even brag about banging a pretty girl like me. Getting pathetically railed isn't something to boast about."
"I never planned to brag in the first place."
"Hmmm… should I take that to mean you treasure me?"
"How the hell does that connect?!"
The two of them, bare bodies on full display as they talked, looked every bit the lovers pillow-talking after sex.
"Haaah—"
Right then, Do-yoon let out a massive yawn.
"Sleepy?"
"Yeah…."
Just as he said, Do-yoon was on the verge of drifting off. He was exhausted. Today alone, Seol-ha had wrung four loads out of him. He'd stayed up late finishing a group college project before dawn, then prepped her lessons and crashed. It'd be weirder if he wasn't sleepy.
Seol-ha flashed a cool smile. "Just crash, Teacher."
"Sorry for the imposition…."
With that, Do-yoon was out like a light, snoring away. Normally, he wouldn't impose on her like this, but right now? He was beat.
Seol-ha gazed calmly at his sleeping form, then gently stroked his bangs. She poked his cheeks. While they'd been fucking like animals earlier, she'd been too lost in the pleasure of his thick cock pounding her pussy to play with his nipples properly—so now she teased them, rubbing and licking. She buried her face in his fragile-looking chest, sniffing deeply.
"Hehe…."
Lust flared again, but she held back. Then she pulled his head to her chest, smothering his face in her massive H-cup tits.
"Mmph…."
Do-yoon squirmed, struggling to breathe.
"Pfft— you're such a baby."
Seol-ha stroked his hair, a serene smile on her lips. And then.
"I love you, Do-yoon."
She whispered the words she'd never dared say aloud before. Truth was, it wasn't just lust driving her toward Do-yoon. Sure, his cute, frail looks were right up her alley—but that wasn't the only reason. It was love. Pure, simple love. Seol-ha Yeon loved Lee Do-yoon.
It wasn't love at first sight. They'd met before, after all.
"We were so happy back then."
Seol-ha lifted his face from her breasts and rested her head on his shoulder. Eyes closed, she sank into memory.
In her childhood, Seol-ha was a total tomboy. Still was, but back then? A wild, untamed force of nature. Unfitting for a chaebol heiress, she felt suffocated in their vast, luxurious mansion. She bolted out whenever she could, causing headaches for the whole family.
Couldn't be helped. She loved hanging with school friends, running wild, gossiping up a storm. Her parents and siblings adored their baby girl too much to lock her down completely. In the end, they couldn't break her spirit. Seol-ha won her freedom.
And in the year she turned twelve, while wandering the streets as usual…
-Hey, you look like a rich bitch!
…she caught the eye of some delinquent high school girls in a back alley. They swarmed her in seconds.
-Ugh… s-sorry….
Back then, Seol-ha was timid. Not the poised, enigmatic beauty she was now. To her young eyes, those high schoolers loomed huge—especially these snarling tough girls.
Just as she braced for them to shake her down…
-Leave her alone, you ugly bitches!
…in burst Do-yoon. Puberty had hit him early; he was bigger than most kids his age. Still baby-faced, but his build matched the delinquents'.
-Fuck! Who's this little shit?!
-Yo, let's bounce!
Do-yoon barked and lunged like a rabid dog, and the girls clicked their tongues and scrammed.
-You okay?
Do-yoon grinned and offered his hand.
-Ah… y-yeah….
Shaking on the ground, Seol-ha finally relaxed.
"You were so cool back then."
Seol-ha stroked his sleeping cheek, chuckling softly.
Anyway. That's how Seol-ha met Do-yoon.
-I'm Seol! What's your name?
-Me? Lee Do-yoon.
They hit it off instantly. Fascinated by her savior, Seol-ha used her natural charm to befriend him.
Do-yoon was different from her. Brave enough to chase off high school thugs, but shy and introverted deep down. His clothes were worn and ragged. Polar opposite to Seol-ha, the social butterfly draped in designer labels from head to toe.
But.
-Do-yoon! Let's swing!
-Sure! You don't need a push from behind this time?
-I can swing by myself now!
They laughed and played every day. After school, at an empty playground. Summer break, winter break—they met at the same time, every time, having a blast. Best friends for two whole years.
Then, the year she started middle school, Seol-ha realized it.
I… I like Do-yoon.
Her heart raced whenever she saw him. His smile lit her up. At night, she'd replay their chats, heart fluttering. Puberty brought the feels naturally. She cherished them.
Someday… I'll confess to Do-yoon.
She vowed to make him hers.
But reality's a bitch.
Graduation day came and went. She headed to the playground as usual, but…
Huh?
Do-yoon didn't show. Next day. Day after. Still nothing.
Seol-ha waited. He skipped sometimes. Must be busy, she thought. She waited. And waited. Nonstop. Snow or rain.
But he never came.
He'd left—without a goodbye.
"…It hurt so much."
Even now, the memories stung.
"Wahhh."
"Eugh…."
Seol-ha yanked Do-yoon's cheeks in petty revenge against the jerk who'd toyed with a lady's heart.
Anyway. Devastated after Do-yoon vanished, Seol-ha still headed to the playground on her first day in middle school uniform.
Still empty. She let out a hollow laugh, head hanging.
Truth was, she knew nothing about him. No orphanage address. No elementary school. Not even other friends.
But she loved him anyway. To her, he was Prince Charming on a white horse. Chatting with him made her feel like a princess in love.
She craved that romance again. But…
…He's not coming anymore.
After that, she stopped going. And just lived. Even as tears fell now and then. Never forgetting him. Keeping that lingering affection tucked away.
Nearly six years passed like that.
Until…
…Lee Do-yoon?
…love reignited in the unlikeliest way.
On a news segment introducing the top scorer, there was Do-yoon's face. No doubt about it. The man she still loved.
Come to think of it, he was always a brainiac. Unlike her, who hated and sucked at studying.
I can see him again.
She'd given up. Thought this love was impossible. But now? Her heart pounded. Excitement exploded.
That joy, that thrill—it defied words. She drowned in happiness.
Everything fell into place after.
Seol-ha plotted to hire Do-yoon as her retake-year tutor. First, she fired every arrogant tutor her dad sent. Then begged her one older sister to recommend Do-yoon to Mom and Dad as the next candidate.
It worked. Sis pulled through, parents agreed, and Do-yoon was hired.
Reunited—not as friends, but teacher and student.
Adult Do-yoon hadn't changed much. If anything, he looked cuter. Back then, she'd seen him as reliable too—but now, taller and still so delicate and adorable.
But.
What do I do… he's insanely hot….
That made her want him more. His boyish, unmanly charm was her type through and through. She wanted to jump his bones right then.
One snag, though.
-You're my teacher?
-Y-yeah. Lee Do-yoon here.
Do-yoon didn't remember her. Shocking, but expected. She probably wasn't special to him. It stung a bit, but whatever. He'd be hers soon.
To fuck Do-yoon, Seol-ha schemed nonstop for naughty ways to hook him. Her plan? Push-pull. Act like she hated studying to toy with him, tease until he begged her to sit at the desk.
She'd been pissed he forgot her, so she executed it spitefully. Looking back, it was risky as hell. He could've quit tutoring, ruining everything.
But it succeeded. Do-yoon do-geja'd, promising anything. She ordered him to show his dick.
And now, here they were. Finally connected.
In a weird way, sure.
"Hnn… it felt so good…."
Seol-ha had raped Do-yoon. Grabbed his wrists, dragged him to the bedroom, mounted him, slammed her pussy down on his raging hard-on, and rode him like a maniac.
He liked it, but it wasn't normal first sex. Regular virgin girl and guy don't fuck like that. This was Seol-ha's unorthodox tastes at work.
Just years ago, she had zero interest in sex. Watching vanilla girl-on-boy porn with curious friends, she'd felt nothing while they squealed.
Then she stumbled on femdom reverse-rape hentai. Intrigued. Subbed herself for the domme, Do-yoon for the sub, masturbated like crazy—and realized her kink.
She wanted to mount him, ravage him mercilessly, turn him into her personal fucktoy slave.
Her libido exploded from there. Obsessed with fucking Do-yoon.
Reunited, she couldn't hold back—seduced him sluttily. That's how they got here.
The sex was perfection. Beyond her fantasies. Each thrust zapped electric pleasure. She came nonstop, squirting pussy juice, body convulsing. His cum flooding her womb felt so warm.
Seol-ha caressed her cum-bloated belly, smiling blissfully. Just like she'd told him—pregnancy wouldn't faze her. Though for more sex, maybe hold off.
"I love you."
She kissed his cheek with a smack, hugging him tight. Her soft tits pressing his face felt divine.
When he was awake, she couldn't say "I love you." Too embarrassing. Even after doing everything.
Confessing felt scary. Vulnerable. What if he rejected her? She always struggled opening up. Her smirky mystique hid that.
Love confessions? Impossible.
So.
"Once Do-yoon falls for me completely…."
Then she'll spill. That it's not just lust. That she truly loves him.
"I'll be Do-yoon's girlfriend."
For now, sex buddies suffice.
Mumbling to herself, Seol-ha hugged him close and drifted off. Vowing someday to whisper her love.