Love Before Pleasure

Recently, these past few days, I'd head straight to Seol-ha Yeon's house as soon as I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finished my own studies. And I'd teach her. Finally, I was fulfilling the true role of a tutor.

Contrary to my expectations, Seol-ha was surprisingly focused during lessons. She wasn't great at studying, but at least her attitude was proper.

"I'm done now. I wanna rest."

Of course, later on, her concentration would wane, and she'd flop onto the bed, rolling around like she owned the place. She looked so defenseless in those moments. Her massive breasts squishing deep into the soft bed sheets—it was a sight to behold. Sometimes her thin dolphin pants would wedge right into her ass crack, perfectly outlining the firm, bouncy curves of her cheeks, like she was wearing skin-tight leggings.

"Ahem."

Every time, I'd clear my throat awkwardly, whipping my head away to calm my pounding heart. It was a real struggle.

I'm really losing my mind here, Do-yoon.

Was I actually going crazy? I'd never been so ruled by lust in my life. Every time I finished class and dragged myself back to my studio apartment, I'd wallow in a mix of arousal and self-loathing.

That day—after showing her my cock at her request, and then having her dainty little hand grab it and force me to cum—it started. From then on, I couldn't look at her without seeing her in a lewd light.

No, to be fair, it wasn't entirely new. A smoking-hot body and a pretty face on a girl my age? Any guy in his prime would glance her way, feel at least ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a spark of attraction. It'd be a lie to say otherwise.

But back then, my anger at her blowing off the lessons from her hired tutor overshadowed all that. Plus, she was a chaebol heiress. Worlds apart from a lowly orphan like me, raised in a rundown orphanage. An elite among elites. So I never let myself see her that way.

At least, that's what I thought.

I'm seriously going insane.

Memories from that day kept flooding my mind. Her casually stroking my dick. Unhooking her bra to flash her bare tits. Those huge, perky breasts, pink areolas and nipples shaped like works of art. Those filthy scenes replayed endlessly, no matter when or where.

Unbearable sexual desire kept surging up. Even during lectures or group projects, I'd struggle to will down my sudden erections. If this kept up, I felt like my libido would twist into something warped.

It all started with Seol-ha anyway.

We hadn't done anything explicitly naughty since then. But she loved teasing me with dirty pranks.

Like blurting out vulgar double entendres while reading a Korean literature passage.

"Whoops, my bad." Or pretending to pick up a dropped pen while casually slipping her hand toward my crotch.

"Huh? Why are you staring, Teacher?" Or tugging down her T-shirt to flash her cleavage.

These past few days, she'd been blatantly provoking my dirty thoughts over and over. Just recalling them made my lower body twitch. I barely stopped my cock from swelling, taking deep breaths.

"Get it together."

Early morning. Walking down the street, I slapped my cheeks and muttered to myself. Seol-ha didn't actually want to fool around with me. She just wanted to humiliate me. This wasn't something to enjoy. I couldn't drown in pointless pleasure. I was just a plaything for a spoiled rich girl.

But my churning emotions wouldn't settle. I pictured her smirking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at me, tossing out mocking words to embarrass me. It was useless. No matter how much I reminded myself she was a total bitch, practically a delinquent, it didn't calm me down.

If anything, it just made me hornier. Are all men just slaves to their dicks in the end? Gripping my head in self-loathing, I sighed.

"Ugh..."

What a pathetic idiot. Beating myself up, I trudged along. My early-morning rush was to Seol-ha's mansion, of course. It was the weekend. We'd agreed to make up for yesterday's missed lesson—skipped for group project prep—and start early.

Thankfully, she'd agreed readily. And now I was right in front of her place.

But no matter how many times I rang the doorbell, no answer.

"Not home?"

Seol-ha was quirky, but she wouldn't pull a childish prank like ignoring the door. If anything, her pranks were too mature. Nothing bad happened, right? I pulled out my smartphone and called her.

She picked up, thank god.

"You really not home? Where are you?"

The reason was simple. Last night, a sudden family thing came up. She'd headed to her parents' home this morning, but the gathering was running longer than expected, so she wasn't back yet.

I got it. Made sense. She was the youngest daughter of Sangyeon Group, after all. Even if her chairman dad and his wife raised a wild child, she was still chaebol royalty. Family events were a given.

She probably hadn't realized it'd drag on enough to make her late for tutoring. At least she wasn't trying to screw me over.

Good enough.

"Okay."

"Huh? W-wait a sec!"

She apologized all sorry-like, then suddenly started rattling off the front door passcode. Panicking, I tried to stop her, but she finished and hung up coolly.

I sighed pointlessly. Was she seriously this careless? Even if I was her tutor, I was still basically a stranger.

"...Not that much of a stranger, though."

Was I drunk on lust? Those steamy memories with her bubbled up again. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. My mind was a mess of torment. The confusion wouldn't fade.

All Seol-ha's fault.

If she did this on purpose to mess with me, mission accomplished.

Fine. Credit where due. Lately, I'd fallen hard for her—in the worst way possible. If she kept popping into my head during daily life, disrupting everything, it was pretty severe.

Think of something else. Anything.

Oh yeah, those Sangyeon Electronics shares I bought months ago had skyrocketed. My account was flush now. With tutoring pay coming in, I could splurge for once in my life. But more than that, I wanted out of this youth rental hellhole ASAP.

To make that happen, I couldn't quit being Seol-ha's tutor.

It still didn't feel real. Me, tutoring the direct heiress of Sangyeon Group... And getting forced ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into lewd stuff by her—

"Ah."

A groan escaped. No matter what I thought about, it looped back to Seol-ha. Ridiculous. Was there no escaping this swamp of lust?

I let out a dry chuckle at how pathetic I was—

"Teacher."

A cute, melodic voice called from afar. It was Seol-ha. Her face was innocently blank, but she was panting as she ran up. Guess she really felt bad.

She's got some normal sides, at least.

Considering our awful first impression, it was touching. She tried hard enough at studying, in her way. Why'd she mess with me like that? Grumbling internally, I still couldn't tear my eyes off her.

Wow...

Her T-shirt clung to her body, short dolphin pants flashing underboob now and then—I was used to that look. But this dressed-up casual outfit? First time.

A cute beige beret. A slim white sweater perfect for warm spring. A short black skirt so tiny one wrong move would flash her panties. Coffee-colored pantyhose hugging her thick, toned thighs. The ideal girlfriend look any guy's fantasized about. Add a touch of makeup on her pretty face, and she was perfection.

She's gorgeous.

I swallowed hard without thinking. Already idol-level beauty, but dolled up like this? Insanely hot. My heart raced, so I turned away, staring at distant hills. Couldn't risk looking.

Her stockings and sweater were tight, blatantly showing off her voluptuous figure. Staring would just flood my brain with memories of her baring her tits and stroking my cock. I was forcing calm when—

"Didn't wait too long, did you?"

Seol-ha smiled brightly at me, brushing soft hair behind her ear. Pure, innocent beauty. The way she subtly arched her back, thrusting out her chest—it felt like straight-up seduction.

"Nah, just got here."

"You could've gone inside."

"...Can't just barge into someone else's house."

"Hehe. So shy."

"It's not that."

"Ohhh? Reaaally?"

I played it cool, but she giggled, clearly spotting my fluster. Damn. I could never win against her.

"Let's head in."

"Yeah."

Sighing, we stepped into the mansion.

Something's off. Why's she teasing even more aggressively than usual? Am I even teaching properly?

My focus was shot, all on Seol-ha.

"How do you solve this one, Teacher?"

She scooted her chair close, rubbing her huge, soft tits against my arm.

"Ngh..."

Her warm, sultry breath hit my ear, making me shiver all over. Not just that. Her stockinged foot slid teasingly over my instep. She gazed with sultry eyes, tapping her thigh with a finger. Even lifted her skirt hem like she might flash her panties.

Dozens of sexual provocations already. And we'd only been at it two hours.

Why hasn't she changed out of those cute casuals? The power's insane.

Arousal spiked hard. My so-called resistance to her lewdness shattered; I strained to hide my erection.

Hold it. You have to hold it.

I gritted my teeth. Couldn't let her see me get excited. If my dick popped up now, she'd laugh her ass off and mock me.

Though... she might do naughty stuff after. That's exactly why I had to endure.

Even a total virgin loser like me has pride. Love comes before pleasure—that's my creed. I won't be a fool toyed with by some delinquent slut who loves screwing with people. Not when there's a future wife out there for me someday.

Steeled like that, suppressing my lust—

Suddenly, Seol-ha solving math stood up.

"Hoo..."

A sigh that sounded tired... and lewd.

"Where to?"

"Bathroom break."

She announced and left. For some reason, her vibe had shifted completely. Cold expression. Unlike her usual mocking grin looking down on me. It scared me straight, shrinking back.

Did I piss her off? I didn't do anything!

Blankly pondering—

Seol-ha returned from the bathroom. But...

"......"

She just stood at the door, staring blankly.

"Seol-ha?"

No reply.

"After all that teasing, I didn't expect you to hold out... Shy guy? Or am I losing my appeal...?"

Instead, she mumbled softly. Too quiet to make out. Her blank face and icy glare just creeped me out.

"This makes it seem like I'm the desperate one... Humiliating. For a Do-yoon like you. So cute I wanna fuck you senseless..."

"H-hey, Seol-ha?"

"A few days ago you came so hard and happy... Not enough? If my seduction's failing... Yeah. Guess no choice."

Still couldn't hear her clearly. But she was scary as hell—stop, please. Drop the death glare.

Step by step—she advanced on me. Not just walking. An eerie pressure hit me.

"H-huh?"

Flustered, I jumped up and backed away.

Thud! Her hands on my shoulders shoved me down.

Thump! I crashed onto the bed like a dive. She loomed over me, predatory.

"Shouldn't do this... but... if Teacher won't start, I guess I have to~..."

Her face lit with release and wicked glee.

"Hnn... haa..."

Her lewd breath washed over my face.

Uh. What. What the hell is happening?