The Desires of a Young Professor (1)
"Ah... I wish I could have sex like that..."
She had been so immersed in that fantasy that when the couple finally finished and decided to leave, she had been startled into a panic, quietly slipping away from the spot. Back in her office, she sat in her chair, staring blankly into space as the provocative scene she had just witnessed replayed in her mind. She was supposed to be preparing for the next day's lecture, but she couldn't focus; it wasn't until late in the evening that she finally packed up to head home.
After dinner and a shower, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Now in her mid-thirties, she had lost much of the firm, youthful glow she possessed in her twenties, but she prided herself on her natural beauty and consistent self-care—enough to hold her head high anywhere. At 168 centimeters tall, her slender frame, the perfect volume of her C-cup teardrop breasts, the curve from her narrow waist to her hips, and her smooth, sleek thighs were flawless.
As she scrubbed her body with a shower ball lathered in body wash, she reached her chest, and once again, the image of the man and woman she had seen at school flashed before her eyes. The scene of the man’s massive cock violently thrusting into the woman’s pussy played on a loop in her head. Before she knew it, one of her hands was cupping her breast, while the other was massaging her pussy. She wasn't usually one to masturbate, but today, her body was so heated she couldn't help herself.
She twisted her nipples and rubbed her clitoris, but feeling a sense of lack, she inserted one finger into her pussy. It still wasn't enough, so she added a second, then a third.
Squish... squelch... squish... squelch...
"Hng... ngh... ah... aaah!"
After thrusting for a long while, she reached a small climax. But even as she imagined a massive cock and moved her three fingers roughly, the moans that woman had let out didn't escape her own lips. Instead, an inexplicable thirst only grew deeper. Even after showering and lying in bed, she tried to masturbate one more time, but the thirst remained unquenched, only piling up further. Exhausted from the repeated self-pleasure, she fell asleep naked.
The next day was her first lecture, where she would meet this year's freshmen. As a young professor, she still had plenty of passion. Wanting to get to know her new students, she called out names one by one to verify their faces. When she called one male student's name...
"Kang Taejin."
"Here."
The moment she made eye contact with him, her body froze. The man she had been imagining while thrusting her fingers into her pussy all night was standing right there.
The day after Park Minyoung’s "opening ceremony," I sat in the lecture hall for my first Marketing class. I had told my bitch, Park Minyoung, to sit next to me so we would look like friends, and we had agreed to say we’d gotten close at the freshman orientation so it wouldn't look suspicious to others.
"Did you get home okay yesterday?"
"Yes. Mas... huff!"
I quickly cut her off before she could say "Master." "When other people are around, just call me by my name and use casual speech."
"Oh? Uh, y-yeah. I will."
"Does your pussy hurt?"
I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered. Her eyes went wide, her face flushed red, and she answered in a small voice.
"I-it's... okay... though there's still a little pain..."
"Hmm... then I guess I'll have to use our perverted bitch's mouth-pussy and throat-pussy today..."
"Y-yeah... use me as much as you want."
Seeing her bow her head, answering in a voice barely audible, and looking so shy, my sadistic urge to torment her even more began to creep up.
"Then, we could use you right here, couldn't we?"
"Hick! H-here? Right now??"
Her head, which had been bowed, snapped toward me, and an earthquake shook her large pupils. It was exactly the look I wanted.
"Have you forgotten already? What did I say you have to do whenever and wherever I want to use you?"
"Huu... I have to... spread my legs."
"That's right. That’s the job of a bitch like you."
"Yes. Master... haah..."
At my words, she forgot her promise to use casual speech, answering in formal honorifics out of embarrassment and confusion. Her breathing grew shallow—it seemed her "lewd switch" had been flipped.
"You were imagining things again and got horny, didn't you?"
"Huck... n-no... huff! I'm sorry. I imagined it, and without realizing..."
Having learned yesterday that lying leads to punishment, she quickly stopped herself from denying it and admitted the truth.
"Ugh... you perverted bitch. I feel like just fucking you right here in front of everyone..."
"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"I don't have any plans to do that just yet, so calm down."
"Okay. But if you say 'not yet,' does that mean you will someday...?"
"Who knows? Maybe one day I'll put a leash on your neck and take you for a walk through the streets naked..."
"Haak... haa..."
"Turn off your lewd switch now. Class is about to start..."
"Y-yes, yes. I understand."
As I was teasing her, the professor walked in. She was a woman of considerable beauty, wearing a neat office look that highlighted her slender figure. I could practically hear the sound of the male students' eyes popping out of their sockets. Standing at the podium, the professor introduced herself.
"Nice to meet you, everyone. I'm Professor Song Eunchae, and I'll be teaching your Marketing course. Let's get along well."
A round of applause, louder than any I'd heard in other classes, erupted from the male students. The female students looked at them with pathetic expressions... Men are the same wherever you go.
"Now... shall we take attendance?"
She called out names one by one, checking faces as she went, until my name was called.
"Kang Taejin."
"Here."
As I answered, the professor looked at me. But the moment she locked eyes with me, she flinched and froze for a split second. Even from where I sat in the back, I could see the agitation in her eyes. However, a moment later, she regained her composure, smoothed her expression, and continued checking attendance. Then, when she looked at Park Minyoung, she didn't show as much as she had with me, but she kept glancing back and forth between us with a hint of agitation. Didn't she?
'Why is she acting like that?'
I searched my memory, but I had definitely never seen this professor before, and I couldn't figure out the reason. But once the lecture began, and her eyes met mine and darted away several times, I finally understood. No, I saw it. Her desire, which she wanted to hide but couldn't conceal...
"Ah... I keep thinking about the sex those two had yesterday... I want to be treated coercively and roughly by that man, too."
'Oh? You saw us there yesterday...'
When I saw her desire and realized she had caught the scene of me and Park Minyoung, I was flustered at first. But she wasn't planning to scold me or report me; she wanted to be treated coercively and roughly by me... This woman was either a massive pervert, or she was longing for a fantasy she had never experienced before. As that thought crossed my mind, I felt the corners of my mouth curl upward.
Well, it didn't matter which one it was. I was in a good mood because I’d discovered something interesting after our bitch Minyoung. 'Hmm... what should I do with this...?'
After knowing Song Eunchae’s inner thoughts, I stared even more directly into her eyes and enjoyed her reactions whenever we met. 'Should I show her one more time?'
Just as I thought that, the lecture ended. Marketing was held twice a week, on Tuesdays and Fridays. Since today was Friday, I had to wait four days until the next class. So, I decided to lure the professor and give her another show. No matter how much she desired to be treated by me, if I just walked up and forced myself on her, she would likely resist rather than enjoy it. A university professor wouldn't easily accept being ravished by a student, considering her social status and reputation. Our bitch was just a very special case...
I needed a build-up, so I decided to induce her to watch again and fill her head with nothing but lewd thoughts. Usually, I would have left the lecture hall leisurely, but today, I stood up immediately.
"Let's go."
"Oh? Uh, okay."
I took Park Minyoung out of the lecture hall and followed Song Eunchae, speaking to Minyoung as we passed by so the professor could hear me.
"Let's go to that place again today."
Having cast the fishing line, we headed to the fitness center from yesterday. I arrived at the fitness center, wondering if Professor Song Eunchae would bite the hook. Yesterday, I hadn't locked the door because I didn't think anyone would come, but today, I left it unlocked, waiting for her visit. Park Minyoung, who followed me without knowing a thing, stood there with a tense expression, perhaps remembering yesterday. I sat on the bench press, just like yesterday, and looked at Minyoung.
She naturally walked up and stood in front of me, waiting for my instructions. Wearing a denim skirt that reached her knees and a white, loose-fit sweatshirt, she gave off the fresh vibe of a new student. She was following my instructions to never wear pants when meeting me. This morning, she had greeted me, reported her schedule, and undergone a dress-code inspection before going out.
'I should buy her some clothes next time.'
Thinking that she probably didn't have many clothes that suited my taste since she had lived as a timid girl, I asked a question.
"What did I say I would use today?"
"M-my... mouth-pussy and throat-pussy."
She answered, still awkward with the vulgar terms.
"Right. But today, I want you to serve me by moving your mouth and throat yourself."
"Yes. I understand, Master."
"Before that, take it off."
"Yes, Master."
Song Eunchae, who had been walking down the hallway after finishing her lecture, turned her head at the sound of a man's voice beside her.
"Let's go to that place again today."
The two people passing her. It was them, just like yesterday. 'Did he say Kang Taejin? And the girl was Park Minyoung, right?' Remembering their names from the attendance sheet, she repeated what the male student had said.
'Going to that place again? That means they're going to do that again today...'
Her heart grew troubled as she walked toward her office. Yesterday, she had gone there without knowing and happened to peek, but going there knowing what she would see was a different story. Her pride as a university professor couldn't easily allow her to secretly spy on someone else's sexual affairs. However, the scene from yesterday resurfaced, and the desire to see that rough sex once more began to fill her head.
Even after arriving at her office, she remained conflicted... But the desire to see the sex between the two, which hadn't left her mind since yesterday, was already moving her legs.
Arriving in front of the fitness center, she felt a moment of self-loathing for acting like a thief in the night, but her hand was already quietly turning the doorknob. The man's voice drifted through the crack in the door.
"...Take it off."
Just as I ordered Park Minyoung to take off her clothes, I caught a glimpse of the door opening slightly. 'She bit the hook well... hehe.'
Having confirmed that she had taken the bait, I didn't need to worry about it anymore. I decided to focus on our bitch and turned my attention away from the door.