Jerking Off to a Bully's Breasts
My phone clock reads 07:51.
I open the office door.
The same clicking of heels as yesterday approaches.
Park Soyeon is standing in front of my desk again, holding a clipboard.
Today, two buttons of the shirt under her jacket are left undone.
When she holds the clipboard to her chest, the outline of her breasts is emphasized even more against her jacket.
Her low-tied, dark brown hair sways over her shoulders.
Soyeon speaks up, her voice loud enough for the entire room to hear.
"Mr. Han, did you finish organizing that data from yesterday? The semester is almost over. How can you not even manage something as simple as this?"
"Yes, I'll have it finished by this morning."
"The CSAT is only two weeks away. Get your head in the game. You're a fourth-year teacher."
"Yes."
Next to me, Park Seonghun briefly glances up from his monitor before looking back down.
At a desk further away, Mr. Kim pauses his pen before quietly resuming his writing.
Soyeon taps my desk with her clipboard.
"Print it out and leave it on my desk before the afternoon meeting. Don't forget anything this time."
"Yes."
Soyeon walks back to her desk.
Her low-tied hair sways over her shoulders once more.
As she sits down, the gap between the two undone buttons of her shirt under her dark gray blazer widens even further.
Her profile remains fixed in my line of sight.
I imprint a single command in my mind.
A gray square appears dead center in my vision, flashing blue for a second.
> Park Soyeon's Secret Card: 1 Found
> Secret: Having an affair with the Academic Dean for 4 years
> Cooldown: 12h (Next Activation: 19:51)
This is no hallucination.
It's the second time.
The Secret Card is real.
Ms. Park has been sleeping with the Academic Dean for four years.
Yesterday's Secret Card on Jung Haerin must operate under the same rules.
Soyeon can't see this card.
Seonghun, sitting right next to me, can't see it either.
It only appears in my vision, existing solely inside my head.
I sit down and turn on my monitor.
My fingers press the keys a fraction slower than usual.
Passing through the hallway after the first period homeroom.
In front of the Class 3-2 classroom, Kim Ara is sitting on a desk with her legs crossed.
Nineteen years old, a total delinquent—she reminds me of Haerin back in her school days.
Standing around 165 centimeters with a slim figure, she has a short black bob, sharp eyes, and lips that curl down at the corners.
She has the top button of her white shirt undone, and her skirt is hemmed well above her knees.
Her school uniform jacket is tossed onto a desk, leaving her in just her shirt.
She is laughing loudly with two or three of her friends.
Mocking me at school is practically a daily routine for that bitch.
She has the faint air of a runaway about her.
As I walk past, Ara throws a brief provocation my way.
"Oh, Mr. Han. I heard you got chewed out by Ms. Park again yesterday. Lol."
"Ara, put your legs down."
"No way, you shuttle bastard."
Her gang bursts into laughter.
This bitch is just like Jung Haerin.
The atmosphere of everyone looking down on me at school... it has accumulated over four long years.
I return to the office.
Seonghun throws a comment my way.
"Hey, Mr. Han, did you leave early again yesterday?"
"I had some things to take care of at home."
I sit down and silently type out grading assistance and drafts for parent complaint responses.
Before leaving work, I pull up the message screen from yesterday.
A reply from Jung Haerin came in an hour ago.
She replied.
It's the first proof that the Secret Card is real.
I send a brief reply with my studio apartment's address.
A response comes back immediately.
She hadn't uttered a single word about her student loans, yet the Secret Card pinpointed it perfectly.
The real game begins now.
I grab my bag and leave the school.
I arrive at my studio apartment.
I change into a gray hoodie and sit at the dining table.
The clock reads 19:02.
Seven minutes later, the doorbell rings.
I open the door.
Jung Haerin is standing there, looking exactly like she did yesterday.
A crop top, a denim miniskirt, and white sneakers.
She is carrying a light handbag.
"Teach? Wow... this place is tiny. So this is what a fourth-year's life looks like. Seriously."
"Come in. Sit on that chair."
Haerin sits on one of the dining chairs.
She places her bag on her lap and crosses her legs.
I sit across from her.
"I'll give you twenty million won for your student loans. But in exchange, you come whenever I call."
"Teach, where would a fourth-year get that kind of money? You're seriously crazy, haha. For real."
I open my banking app.
I transfer five million won to Haerin's number.
Expressionless, I turn my phone screen toward her.
An alert chimes on Haerin's phone.
She looks at her screen.
She freezes for five seconds.
"...Teach. Is this real?"
Haerin falls silent for another five seconds.
Her legs press slightly closer together.
Her condescending tone falters for a moment.
Five seconds of silence right after receiving the transfer.
"...You're seriously insane, teach. You really sent five million? What do you want me to do? What exactly are you going to make me do?"
"For one month. Twice a week. When I contact you in the evening, come here. Come and do whatever I tell you to do. I'll send five million every week. Once we hit eight times, the twenty million for your student loans is fully paid."
"...What are you going to make me do? Exactly what? For real."
"That depends on the day. Today, just show me your breasts."
"...Really? Just my breasts? That's it? For real?"
"Yeah. For today."
Haerin falls silent for ten seconds.
She crosses and uncrosses her legs.
Her hands tremble slightly on her knees.
She takes a sharp breath.
"...Is it really just my breasts? You're not going to make me do anything else? For real?"
"Today, just your breasts."
"...Ugh. Fine."
She grabs the hem of her crop top.
With a single motion, she pulls it up and over her head.
She is left in a white bra.
The crop top falls onto the chair beside her.
Under the fluorescent light, the pale skin of her upper chest is fully exposed.
The bra pushes up her breasts, making the soft cleavage clearly visible.
Haerin's hands hover in front of her chest for a moment.
She hesitates to cover herself, then lets her hands drop back down to her knees.
"...Wow, seriously. You're really staring, teach. For real."
Her voice trembles.
Her chest rises and falls slightly with her breath.
Haerin mutters under her breath.
"...Ah, crazy. I feel like I'm doing something completely insane."
My gaze lingers on her chest above the bra.
I can only see the skin, not the breasts themselves.
"Take off the bra too."
"...What? Seriously? You said just show you my breasts. For real?"
"You have to take off the bra for me to actually see them."
Haerin's hands reach behind her back, then freeze.
Her fingers touch the clasp, then pull away.
Her gaze drops to the table.
"Even the bra? Seriously? That's a bit..."
"I asked you to show me your breasts. Not the fabric over them."
"...Isn't that just a play on words, teach? For real?"
"If you don't want to, we can stop."
Haerin bites her lip.
Her hands reach behind her back again.
Her fingers tremble slightly as they grasp the clasp.
"...Damn it. Seriously."
The clasp unfastens.
The bra straps slide off her shoulders.
First the right strap.
Haerin holds onto the left strap for a brief second, her eyes still glued to the table.
"...Are you really going to watch? You're really going to look?"
"Put your hands down."
The left strap slips from her fingers.
The bra slides down her chest.
Haerin quickly catches it and tosses it onto the table beside her.
Her breasts are fully revealed.
Her near-D-cup breasts and pink nipples are completely exposed under the fluorescent light.
Haerin's hands start to rise to cover her chest, but she forces them back down to her knees.
"...Ah, seriously, this is crazy. What the hell am I doing? For real."
Her voice trembles even more.
Her breasts heave with her breathing.
Her nipples catch the light once again.
My gaze locks onto them.
I push my chair back slightly.
My hand moves over my slacks.
My fingers touch the zipper.
Haerin's expression instantly stiffens.
She half-stands from her chair.
"Teach, what are you doing? For real? Hold on. You said just my breasts. Are you seriously out of your mind?"
The zipper slides all the way down.
"I'm looking at the breasts you showed me. Now, watch this. That's all."
"No, what do you mean..."