Impudent Son, Maniacal Father
Woo Gwang-tae, this impudent bastard. He couldn't care less about the calculus I'm teaching him. All he does is ogle my breasts from under the desk.
A proposal to double the tutoring fee? Well, considering my bank balance, it's tempting, but that look in his eyes is just too... lewd!! Like a starving beast ready to devour my tits right then and there.
"Wh-what do you mean, teach you something else..?"
"Come on, teacher~ You know exactly what I mean~ The adult stuff, obviously?"
"Hmm~ No idea what you're talking about? What could this 'adult stuff' be~?"
"Ah~ Teacher, every time you look at my chest, this thing down here... haa. It's driving me crazy!"
"H-huh?!!"
Gwang-tae panted as he pointed between his legs. The bulge protruding from his gray training pants was no joke. Not as eerily long as Ji-hoon's or as thick as Min-woo's, but definitely way bigger and bulkier than Do-yoon's.
Any normal tutor would slap him across the face right then... Gulp! Before I knew it, my throat went dry and I swallowed hard. The sound was so loud it was embarrassing.
It matched perfectly with the pig. But maybe it'd suit me even better with this kid? If he put that in me... dopamine explosion?
Ridiculous, impudent fantasies flashed through my mind. At the same time, I felt a hot gush between my legs.
"Where do you get off talking like that to your teacher!! Hey~ You can't say stuff like that to a teacher! You're really gonna get in trouble?! I did taekwondo back in the day! Red belt! I'm scary when I'm mad!"
I tried to play it cool and flicked his forehead with a thwack! But Gwang-tae didn't even flinch. Instead, he grinned even stickier and pressed right up against me, looking just like a guy on a date with his girlfriend.
"Teacher, you used to wear ratty old t-shirts and baggy pants every day. But when did your style change? Look at this—cleavage all out. And why's the skirt so short?"
Gwang-tae's hand pretended to point at my skirt but grazed my thigh on the way. My heart dropped. My thighs trembled. That tension shot straight down there.
Gwang-tae wasn't lying. It started after Christmas Eve. After my friends ravaged me so brutally and blissfully that day. Without realizing it, I started reaching for clothes that showed off my body. Had my instincts as a female finally awakened?
My pounding heart felt loud enough for Gwang-tae to hear, making me anxious.
"Wearing this in the dead of winter. Come on, teacher. Heh heh heh~ Be honest. You're trying to seduce me, right? You've fallen for me? If you wanna date me or~ do it, just say the word. I'm always ready."
Gwang-tae flashed his eyes and scanned me up and down again.
"H-hey.. y-you're insane?! Me, with you?! Hey. Woo Gwang-tae! Get a grip!! I'm your teacher! Your master~! Back in the day, you'd never even step on your master's shadow!! Want a beating?!"
I panicked and spouted nonsense. I was barely clinging to my rationality. But his next line shattered my mental defenses completely.
"What? Teacher, you don't actually like me?"
"I don't!!"
"Then you like my dad? You always spend forever in his studio whenever you come over.. No way~ You're already his fuckhole, right?"
"What?!! Fuckhole?!!"
This psycho. Should I really kill him? My lips quivered. Was it anger? Shame? Or... some perverted craving for even worse humiliation?
My soaked pussy gushed even more slick in response to his rude outburst.
"Teacher, why no answer? Dad pays you a lot for tutoring, right? But that's not really tutoring money. You made a backroom deal to meet him 'privately' a few times a month, didn't you? Spill it!"
"Haa~ Woo Gwang-tae! Remember what I said before? I never lie to my students."
"...."
"I'm telling you straight—me and your dad? Nothing like that. Don't get any weird ideas."
"You've fucked?"
"...Yeah. Fucked.. Sigh.."
"So the 'lifelong singleton who's never dated a guy and still a total virgin' thing is true too?"
".....Huh?!"
Oh. Right. He asked point-blank during our first lesson. That was true then, but now..??
Gwang-tae's body shot caught me off guard—my face burned red, sweat trickled down. My eyes darted around in panic. Naturally, his gaze sharpened.
"Aha.. ha? Me? Hmm? Did I say that on our first lesson?"
"Yes. You made a huge fuss, like 'Why would I hold a guy's hand? Crazy!!' Acting like it was super gross and dirty~!"
"Hmph~ Yeah, I guess I did.. Right. Teacher's still a lifelong singleton. That's no lie."
I said it boldly. Because it really wasn't a lie. But.. Gwang-tae's eyes got even slimier!! Mine fled his stare. Flushed face. Sweating. He caught every detail.
"What about the rest?"
"Huh? What?"
"Are you still a virgin!!"
"Hey!! Is that something you ask your teacher?! Such bad manners!!"
"If you're a virgin, just say so. Why dodge?"
"Quit it!!"
"...."
As I kept deflecting, Gwang-tae pouted. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Fuck. You've done it.."
"?!!"
This bastard!! His instincts are sharp!!
Brushing off Gwang-tae's impudent 'fuckhole' remark, I barely finished the lesson. My heart raced the whole time. Was it anger? Or physiological fear... and anticipation from that monstrous bulge straining his training pants?
"Congrats on losing your virginity, teacher. Tch! Fucking without even dating the guy. One-night stand? You look innocent, but you're a total slut."
"Th-that's not it?!!"
"You said you never lie to your students?! Then say it proudly. 'I'm still a virgin! Never even held a guy's hand!!'"
"...."
No comeback. No excuse without lying. Just floundering.. Book smarts and street smarts are different beasts.
Ignoring his whining, I slipped out of the room. Even today... my feet were drawn like magnets down the hall to the basement, in front of the oak door.
That was Gwang-tae's dad—no, Artist Woo's atelier. Professor at K-University. Master of hyperrealism. Woo Hyun-min.
I held my breath and opened the door. A rush of oil paint and cool turpentine scent hit me. This smell always calmed my mind strangely.
"Gwang-tae's dad. Mind if I intrude again today?"
"...."
Far off, I saw the artist's back as he worked. He never turns when I enter. Doesn't reply when I speak. But it's not a refusal. Silence means permission.
With his (implied) okay, I quietly gaze at the works on the walls.
Woo Hyun-min's style evokes Mexico's master Omar Ortiz. Minimal backgrounds. Just the human body thrust forward.
But some pieces were far more vicious and wet than Ortiz. As shocking and obscene as Gustave Courbet's Origin of the World.
Genitals blatantly exposed..
Masturbating to orgasm..
Surprisingly, the model was always his wife. On the canvases, she was utterly nude, lost in climax. Every downy hair, the bluish veins under her skin, the hot breath she exhaled, the slick dripping from there.
Whoa, hyperrealist nudes of his own wife. Showing her pussy to the world. It warps my mind every time.
At first, it repulsed me. Staring at his wife's naked body made it awkward to look at her clothed. Even dressed, I pictured her nude. Massive breasts. Plump ass shape. Perky nipples. And.. those folds down there, pink and detailed!!
His wife's naked form. Explicit genital depictions. Perverted dog!! I hated it at first.
But looking more, I realized: this wasn't leering obscenity. It was worship. Each piece brimmed with insane devotion. His process was obsessively meticulous. Thousands of high-res photos of her nude body, gridded onto canvas. Then oil paint layered razor-thin, dozens, hundreds of times. The 'glazing' technique. Making skin translucent and alive.
Hyperrealism's pinnacle, forged by relentless effort. Hundreds of paintings filled the studio, all for his wife. Canvases soaked in his mad love, his desire to proclaim her beauty to the world.
But... my steps halted, entranced.
Huh? Never seen this one. His wife.. no?!!
A fresh sketch, face not even started. But I knew instinctively. Amid hundreds of paintings, this alien female form leaped out. Beautiful breasts, graceful waist, firm buttocks overflowing with elasticity.
A new woman's arrival!! Overnight, hundreds of 'pure love odes' to his wife became trash.
But the artist didn't pour the same emotion into this new body. No 'pure love' or 'praise.' Undeniably, it was an old, weary male's raw, ugly lust to ravage a young, beautiful female.
Woo Hyun-min Artwork. Title - Stranger and Her (2026).
