Roleplay: Teacher and Delinquent Student
Ryu Ga-eul's school days had ended in middle school—and even those were only half-hearted. She'd barely attended, too busy working as a player.
That was why she unconsciously craved memories of her school life.
But that desire could never be fulfilled. She was a player over thirty, far too famous in society.
"I knew it would suit you. Mmm..."
The longing she couldn't grasp twisted into desire. In a deeply perverse form.
She tried to vent it through her disciple.
"Where's someone who doesn't suit a suit?"
The suit tailored to Hyunwoo's small frame had been custom-ordered from a tailor under the scholarship foundation of a prestigious high school. And sure enough, once he put it on, he looked just like a high school teacher. Though his short stature and youthful face made him pass at best for a rookie instructor.
"That just means our Hyunwoo is all the more lovable." "Teacher..." "It suits you pretty well, right? You look like a modern student."
His face certainly matched the outfit perfectly, but everything below the neck? Not so much. No amount of good development could produce those full breasts, slim waist, and wide hips.
"It does suit you." "Heh heh, yeah?"
A short skirt and black stockings. Too mature to pass for a student, Hyunwoo thought.
"Alright, roleplay time starts now!" "Te... Teacher." "Teacher? From now on, you're Sensei!"
It was an outrageous request. Truly. Their height difference was so extreme that standing side by side, they looked like an older brother and his much younger sister.
But Hyunwoo racked his brain desperately and delivered his line with perfect composure.
"Ryu Ga-eul! You beat up Chae-young again, didn't you!?"
Ryu Ga-eul jumped at her disciple's tone. The roleplay she'd imagined wasn't this high-quality.
But who's Chae-young? Oh, that bitch from last time.
Hyunwoo had muttered the familiar name unconsciously, without realizing it.
"Sensei. What did I even do wrong?" "You! Keep acting like that, and I'll report you to the police! Not the school bullying committee—the police. You know it'll blow up if it goes that far? Apologize to Chae-young right now and return everything you've taken from her."
Was his acting this good? Ryu Ga-eul genuinely felt like she was being scolded by a real teacher. Memories that hadn't existed in her mind until now began bubbling up wildly.
"Heh heh heh." "...Why are you laughing like that?" "Sensei, do you even know who I am?"
A disciple in a suit, master in a uniform—a total pervert. That was Hyunwoo's current view of his teacher.
"I don't care who you are." "My mom's the chair of this school's board of directors?" "..."
Such a setting? Throwing in a random backstory mid-scene. It was so absurd Hyunwoo forgot his next line in shock.
But Ryu Ga-eul just took it as part of the fun game and moved on.
"You seem flustered, Sensei."
She reached out naturally, wrapping her arm around her disciple's waist. Realizing she was breaking character, Hyunwoo slapped her hand away and glared at his master.
Ah... those venomous eyes.
A twinge shot through her lower belly. The fact that such innocent eyes could turn so fierce moved her deeply.
"How dare a student touch a teacher's waist..." "Heh... so cute~" "This is sexual harassment...! Even if you're the chairwoman's daughter, you know I can't let this slide?"
But it was time to get to the main point. Ryu Ga-eul wanted to strip off that neatly dressed suit and taste what lay beneath.
"You still don't get it. Even if I beat that bitch black and blue, I won't get arrested. Why? No evidence." "You..." "And because of you, Sensei, Chae-young dies by my hand tonight."
That was when Ryu Ga-eul was truly startled. In what was supposed to be mere sexual roleplay, Hyunwoo delivered an astonishing display of emotional acting.
...If he weren't a player, he'd make a great actor.
He bit his lower lip as if he were the victim himself, glaring at Ryu Ga-eul with pure fury. At the same time, he stomped his feet deliberately to convey psychological unease.
"But Sensei... play with me a little, and Chae-young won't get hit until graduation." "...Kuh." "What'll it be? Give me your body for one night, and everyone can be happy."
Ryu Ga-eul was truly ecstatic. A mental orgasm so intense it made her vision blur washed over her.
"...You'd better keep your promise." "Of course I'll keep it."
—In the motel.
Hyunwoo had been thinking this for about ten minutes now.
I'm gonna die of embarrassment.
Utterly mortifying! He wished it was all just a dream.
"Teacher. Please..." "Teacher?" "Haa... Ga-eul, you know this kind of thing is trouble, right? Why do you keep—"
Ryu Ga-eul had dragged her disciple out into the late night and brought him to a motel.
Of course, to avoid recognition, they'd both altered their faces slightly with items. No photos ended up on SNS because of it.
"Is that a student...? Then the one next to them..." "Nah, no way. Just the outfit." "Yeah. Fucking jealous though..."
But their appearance drew tons of stares.
A short guy and a tall, model-like woman beside him.
"Shit..."
Ryu Ga-eul's 180cm height radiated even more superiority next to other women. Just passing by left many feeling defeated.
"Fuck, if you're that hot, at least have small tits. Haa..."
And the main trigger for their defeat? Hyunwoo right beside her.
Ryu Ga-eul wrapped her arm around his waist demonstratively, groping his ass firmly as they walked. Hyunwoo didn't even pretend to hate it.
"How loaded do you have to be..."
Someone muttered, unable to bear the defeat. It was a desperate attempt to salvage pride by assuming her wealth made up for being outclassed in every feminine allure. Unfortunately, it didn't change the fact that Ryu Ga-eul was a qualitatively superior being. Making them feel even more pathetic...
"Ah." "Hm? Wait... isn't that..."
While soaking in the jealous glares from those inferior females, Ryu Ga-eul spotted a familiar face.
That annoying young bitch from before?
She'd run into Ra Chae-young, wasted on booze.
It gave Ryu Ga-eul a slight pang of wariness.
That one—some promising talent pushed by Acacia Guild or whatever. Doesn't she have a trait that pierces item effects?
If she recognized them, it'd ruin the mood...
"Who're you?" "Oh, nothing. You just looked like someone I know. Sorry."
She didn't.
At that moment, Ryu Ga-eul felt even greater euphoria.
How much of a worthless cunt do you have to be to not see through simple magic?
The fact that a young, talented woman was inferior to her excited the Sword Saint. No matter how much that girl flew high, she'd never touch Hyunwoo by her side—and it proved her superiority as a woman, as a creature. In the end, all Chae-young had going for her was youth.
Looking down on inferiors really is good for mental health. Perfect...
That night, Ryu Ga-eul made sure to thoroughly demonstrate her superiority to her disciple.
"Ah! Shove your fingers deeper." "L-like this?" "Yeah, like that... Ssss, huuu—!"
Hyunwoo's fingers, which someone would need great courage just to hold, became a dildo pleasuring the superior female's pussy.
"Wuup! Wup! Wuup!" "Hey, suck properly or else."
His small, moist lips were put to work on someone's hefty breasts.
"Fire." "...Here you go." "You can even light a lighter now? Good boy, Hyunwoo."
The fairy-like man everyone wanted to protect lit her cigarette like a total sleaze.
"Nooo..."
His fairy-like limbs thrashed wildly the moment cock entered him.
"This feels fucking amazing... What a sight. Absolute perfection." "Ah, ah...!" "Hey, wasn't that girl we just saw Chae-young or whatever?" "Wh-why bring that up here."
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
As always, Ryu Ga-eul mounted her disciple, slamming her hips wildly. Hands gripped tight. The finger lock? Hyunwoo's doing—instinctively refusing to let the woman on top escape.
"Feels good, right? You little shit. Say I feel good." "It, it feels good." "Good, you little shit."
Smack—!
She tossed the used condom casually onto the bed, then smacked Hyunwoo's ass with her palm.
She sauntered to the window, lit another cigarette, and savored the mental pleasure to her heart's content.