Show Me Your Dick, and I'll Study
"Really? You really won't study?"
"Yeah."
"……."
After that, I tried everything to persuade Seol-ha, but her resolve was ironclad. She sprawled out on the bed like studying was the last thing on her mind, fiddling with her smartphone instead. Seeing her like that, I swallowed the sigh bubbling up and tamped down the anger rising to the top of my head.
They called her a tomboy, but this bad?
Seol-ha was far more mischievous than I'd imagined. No wonder she went through tutors like tissues.
"…Haa."
In the end, I couldn't do a thing. I just stared helplessly at her carefree form before heading out of the house.
What the hell do I do now?
If this kept up, I'd end up fired just like all her previous tutors. That was absolutely unacceptable. The pay for a single session was insane. But I had no confidence I could convince her. How do you drag someone who clearly has zero intention of studying to a desk?
Still…
Denying reality changes nothing.
I clenched my fist and steeled myself. Sit idle, and I'd get canned from tutoring the chaebol family's youngest daughter. I'd blow my shot at a cushy life. No way. I couldn't just toss away this stroke of luck. Life for an orphan like me was always full of trials—this was just one more to conquer.
I went home to cool my heated head. And the next afternoon, after finishing my college classes, I headed straight to Seol-ha's mansion.
"Huh? What, you came back?"
She smirked and shot me a glare. Her contemptuous eyes were sharp as knives, but I ignored it.
"I'm your tutor."
I strode inside confidently. Seol-ha kept glaring daggers but didn't stop me.
She's kinda intimidating.
I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Truth be told, Seol-ha scared me a little. Embarrassingly, I'm not tall. Not super short, but below average for an adult guy. The kind of height internet trolls mock as "short king."
But Seol-ha? A stunning beauty with idol-level proportions. Taller than most women, and shorter than her to boot. Sure, the height difference isn't huge at a glance—we might look similar—but anyone looking closely would see I'm smaller.
Being shorter made me feel intimidated without realizing it. And her status as the Sangyeon Group's youngest daughter? Compared to a nobody like me—just a Korea University freshman from a perfect SAT score and an orphanage—she was nobility from another world. Add my shyness around girls my age, and being near a knockout like Seol-ha had me on edge.
Today, she wore dolphin pants and a t-shirt, her pale, creamy skin on full display. I hurriedly averted my eyes and followed her into the room.
Like yesterday, Seol-ha dove onto the bed. I sighed softly, sat in the chair, and pulled out the workbooks and tests, placing them on the desk.
"Not gonna study?"
I asked casually. She propped herself up and looked at me.
"Nope~"
She replied with a cheeky grin, then started giggling at her phone screen. Her laughter, like I was beneath notice, made my blood boil, but I held it in. Losing my temper here would get me fired on the spot. The right move was to persuade her somehow.
I took a deep breath and spoke.
"Still, I'm your teacher. Isn't that attitude a bit much? I get you hate being forced to study, but how about respecting your teacher a little?"
Taming the tomboy student, step one: gentle persuasion with a soft tone.
"Huh? You trying to get fired or something?"
"…Sorry."
Failure.
"The chairman said he hopes you went to a good college. If you don't study hard, you might get in trouble?"
Step two: Threaten using the chairman.
"Eh, Dad's a total pushover with me. He won't get mad."
"…I see."
The chairman was a doting dad. Failure anyway. Next.
"Keep this up, and people will look down on you later. You want them calling the Sangyeon Group's princess a dumb dropout?"
Step three: Straight-up scare tactics.
"I don't care if plebs disrespect me. I don't even talk to trash like that."
Failure again. Every other tactic? All flops. Seol-ha stayed glued to the bed. I couldn't budge her an inch.
"What, teacher? Got more to say?"
She smirked mockingly. I was convinced: no persuading her today. Maybe never.
"I'll head out then."
Declaring defeat inwardly, I bolted from her mansion.
"Bye, teacher~"
Before opening the door, Seol-ha saw me off with a playful grin. My frustrated exit must've been hilarious to her. Her bright smile screamed mockery, loud and clear.
I left gritting my teeth. Major humiliation today. But I wasn't giving up yet.
The next afternoon, right after my group project, I rushed to her place.
"…Didn't expect you back."
No smirk or glare this time—just wide-eyed surprise. She must've figured I'd be too humiliated to return.
I twisted my lips unconsciously.
I need the money.
That's why I was this desperate. Unlike someone who never worried about cash.
The words nearly escaped, but I swallowed them. No orphan who grew up scraping by airs rich-hate in front of the elite. Plus, I needed her to like me. Normal people avoid those reeking of inferiority—even if it's from birth circumstances.
Anyway, I went in, tried teaching her diligently, but…
"Great job, teacher! See ya!"
"……."
Total failure. Mocking smile and all, I was shown out. The next day. The day after. Same story.
"Ah."
Failed again. No exception today. Seol-ha was lost in her phone on the plush bed. I sat staring blankly at the ceiling.
"……."
Anxiety crept in. This won't do.
No choice.
Time for a decision. I stood, faced Seol-ha, then—
Thud!
—dropped to my knees on the floor in a deep bow.
"I was wrong."
The infamous do-geja (dogejar). A humiliating apology pose.
"I'll do anything—anything—so please… please let me teach you?"
Bank balance shrinking no matter how frugally I lived—pride meant nothing there. A penniless orphan with no friends could get ugly for gold anytime.
"…For real?"
She seemed intrigued. I felt her glance from the bed. Peeking up, there she was, crouched right in front of me, beaming down.
"You'll really do anything?"
I nodded furiously to show my resolve. Her lips twitched upward. I was thrilled—finally getting this wild miss to the desk!
Yeah. That is, until her next words.
"Then show me your dick."
"Huh?"
"Teacher's dick. Lemme see it."
She grinned mischievously. I couldn't believe my ears. Some word I shouldn't have heard slipped out. From the chaebol heiress's mouth, no less.
"Show me your dick, teacher, and I'll study."
No mistake. She spat that crude slang for a guy's junk three times. Right in front of her peer—and tutor.
But that wasn't the issue.
Suddenly? My dick?
She wanted to see mine. Why the ridiculous demand out of nowhere?
Oh. Got it. To humiliate me after I kept nagging about studying. That's why the giggling. She was toying with me.
Realization chased away the shock. Rage surged instead. My male pride crumbled in seconds. I'd heard "girly" or "low masculinity" my whole life—it stung extra hard, no fun at all.
Still, Seol-ha giggled on.
"Not joking, teacher. Show me for real, and I'll study."
Her stare carried weird pressure. Those sultry, sharp fox eyes seemed to say: Drop your pants already.
"……."
No choice now. Beggars can't be choosers.
"Then… you'll really study?"
"Yup!"
Seol-ha beamed innocently. Her crinkled eyes were fake but gorgeous.
"Hoo…."
Deep breath, exhale. I gripped my trembling heart. Fine. All or nothing. Rip the band-aid. She might bail after, but I'd bet on that sliver of chance. All for the money. For a happier, comfier life.
Even so…
Exposing myself to a girl my age… is this okay?
Shame mixed with a strange thrill as I cautiously reached for my waistband.