PE Teacher: Geum Taeyang-6
"Somi isn't coming, is she."
I pointed at the clock as I said it. An hour had already passed since school let out. Even if she'd been on cleaning duty, she should have finished up and gotten here by now. Jeongmi's face fell.
"There must be some reason. I'll try calling her."
There would certainly be a reason. She was the busiest magical girl in the world, after all.
But I had no reason whatsoever to take her circumstances into account.
"Do you have Somi's number?"
"Ah… no, I don't…"
Somi and Jeongmi weren't close enough yet to have exchanged phone numbers.
Jeongmi was something else, though. Burning this much time for a classmate she'd known for only a few days. I could never do that. Even a childhood best friend wouldn't get this kind of loyalty out of me, would they?
"Didn't think Somi would skip out entirely. This is a problem…"
I muttered, stroking my chin. A shadow crossed Jeongmi's face, and she asked carefully,
"Will Somi get a heavier punishment?"
"That's how it'll go. Could even be a suspension."
"A suspension!? Really!?"
Jeongmi shot back, her voice startled.
Obviously nobody would get suspended over something like this. But I was the teacher now, and this school's rules were whatever I said they were. I was the Guidance Director. Anyone who crossed me would end up like the previous Guidance Director.
"Breaking a promise with a teacher isn't a small offense. Especially when that promise was about a punishment. Of course, it'd only be a day or two."
Jeongmi's expression grew even darker. Anyone watching would have thought she was the one being disciplined.
"There has to be a reason…"
"There might be. And I'm not that heartless a teacher, so I'm not planning to suspend Somi over this right away."
Jeongmi's face changed. She looked like someone who'd just found a rope in a swamp.
Let me say it again: the one at fault here was Somi. Not Jeongmi. She hadn't done a single thing wrong, and yet she was carrying herself as if she had. Was this her sense of responsibility as class president? If so, what the hell were all the class presidents I'd seen until now?
In the original story, Jeongmi had been Somi's steadfast supporter. She'd never known Somi was a magical girl, but she admired Somi's sense of justice and, as class president, went out of her way to make things easier for her. That character trait seemed to be kicking in now.
"But I can't just look the other way while Somi runs from her punishment. That wouldn't be teaching her anything. Fortunately, the split-discipline system has a good way of handling this kind of problem."
"What is it?"
"When the student originally being punished refuses to reflect, or tries to dodge the punishment, the friend serving it alongside them gets hit with something heavier."
Even I thought it was a ridiculous system. And yet it seemed surprisingly effective. Collective punishment, huh. Maybe I should try it in the Solari World. The results might be pretty good.
"I-is that so?"
Whether it was the Common Sense Alteration Talisman slowly taking hold, or simply her being swept along by my rhetoric, Jeongmi accepted the nonsense. Maybe her desire to protect Somi was doing the work. Either way, what mattered was that I now had a pretext to inflict a heavier corporal punishment on Jeongmi.
Drop your pants and present your ass right now. I wanted to say it, but I held it in. I couldn't fuck her yet anyway, and I had no idea how strongly the Common Sense Alteration Talisman was affecting her. I wasn't about to gamble on that.
"Alright. I was going to let this slide with a written apology, but that's not going to work now. Hold out your palms."
I took a plastic ruler about a foot long from the desk. A memento of the previous Guidance Director. It still seemed to hold the warmth of the dead.
Jeongmi lowered her eyes and silently held out her hands. That cowed look of hers was terribly cute.
"You're receiving corporal punishment without having done anything wrong. If you don't want to take Somi's punishment with her, you can leave the Guidance Office right now."
I tempted her. A girl like her wouldn't waver at an offer like that. If she were that kind of kid, she never would have ended up in this situation in the first place.
Just as I expected, Jeongmi answered in a firm voice.
"No. I'm the class president. Even if it's only temporary. I'll take responsibility for Somi until the end."
Tear-jerking friendship.
I struck Jeongmi's palms with the ruler ten times. I held back the power, of course. But if I went too light it wouldn't count as punishment, so I hit her hard enough that her hands flushed red.
After all ten strikes, Jeongmi rubbed her hands together and let a few tears slip. I stroked her hair.
"Sorry. Did it hurt?"
"No. I'm fine. I'll talk to Somi properly."
"Anyone watching would think you were Somi's mother. That's admirable of you."
"I-I'm not admirable! I'm the class president, so I'm just doing my job!"
Jeongmi said that and strode toward the door. She was hiding it poorly — she was clearly delighted.
Come to think of it, Jeongmi had a setting where she was weak to praise. I licked my lips. She looked like a delicious jelly doughnut.
"Come back after school tomorrow. And if you can, bring Somi with you."
"Yes. Thank you for your time."
Jeongmi bowed her head and left the Guidance Office. My eyes followed her trail out of the room. Things were going to get interesting from here.
Schlick. Schlick. Squelch. Squelch. A wet slap, then another, louder still.
I was slowly sinking my claws into the school. And as I expanded my territory, I ran up against a very serious problem.
The talent pool at Jinglebell Middle School was wildly lopsided. The students were Challenger-tier. The faculty, by comparison, was Iron-tier. A handful of outstanding female teachers were carrying the entire staff on their backs — and among those outstanding teachers were Chae Mira and Ahn Seonmi, the two I kept as my personal cock-sleeves.
The rest of the teachers were either unfuckable or male. On top of that, most of the women on staff were far too old.
Unlike the classmates who showed up constantly as the plot demanded, the school's teachers barely appeared at all beyond Yang Hyejin, a major supporting character, and Chae Mira and Ahn Seonmi, who each had their own episodes.
"The art teacher and the music teacher. That's the whole list. Pretty disappointing."
"Oh my~ That's why I'm splitting my time to service you like this~"
Chae Mira said it in a voice soaked with pleasure, rolling her hips on top of me. She was grinding like a widow who'd gone ten years without, and I'd already had to replace the chair twice because of it.
I spanked her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
"Ahn~ngh~!"
Far from hurting, Chae Mira looked delighted.
"Your cunts are honestly too ordinary. Faces are pretty decent, but you're weaklings down below, so I'm getting tired of blondes."
"That's so mean~"
Even so, there was nothing else worth eating at this school, so I was making do with the two of them. Yang Hyejin, Somi's homeroom teacher, never seemed to leave an opening. I could always just kidnap her and force the issue if it came to that, but that sounded boring, so I was holding off for now.
She's an ordinary human anyway. Fucking Yang Hyejin is just a matter of time. The real problem is her…
"Haahn~ haaahn~! But wouldn't the school nurse be alright?"
Chae Mira said it without missing a beat of her hips.
Han Dambi, the school nurse at Jinglebell Middle School. She was a recurring supporting character in the original, and a beauty. Under ordinary circumstances, there would have been nothing strange about me taking her right now. There was just one enormous problem.
Han Dambi is a witch. And not just any witch — she's the Queen of the Magic Realm.
The queen who ruled the Magic Realm, Tambourine's homeland: Queen Melody.
Her identity wasn't revealed until the final episode of the original, and that identity was Han Dambi, school nurse of Jinglebell Middle School. Not even Tambourine or the other mascots knew who she really was.
Coming at Han Dambi directly is dangerous. She might even be stronger than I am right now.
She was the Queen of the Magic Realm, possessed of staggering magical power. Not an opponent I could beat by charging in half-cocked. So I had been expanding my influence as carefully as possible, giving Han Dambi a wide berth.
The Guidance Office door slid open. The person who walked in was Ahn Seonmi, the music teacher. She was wearing a beige-brown knit sweater and beige jeans.
Ahn Seonmi stripped off the sweater and jeans and folded them neatly beside the door. Her bra and panties were a custom purple set trimmed with lace. She peeled those off without the slightest hesitation as well. All she had left on were black stockings.
"Class over?"
"Yes. I'm back."
Ahn Seonmi dropped into a full prostration before me. Receiving a naked woman's dogeza never got old.
She stayed on all fours and crawled toward me. I pulled my cock out of Chae Mira's pussy. A wet sound came with it, and Chae Mira's filthy juices stretched in a long, glistening thread. It was like the string of saliva that forms between two mouths during a kiss, only several times filthier.
Ahn Seonmi kissed the cock still coated in Chae Mira's fluids. In the Guidance Office, this was simply how you said hello. Common sense.
"I've only gotten to go four times."
Chae Mira said it with a sullen face. Common sense in the Guidance Office also dictated that you received one creampie from me upon entering, so she had to give up her seat.
"Then this makes five."
I pinched Chae Mira's clit. She let out a moan that was almost a scream and squirted.
Her juices splattered across Ahn Seonmi's face, but Seonmi didn't so much as flinch as she came closer. I set Chae Mira down to the side. Ahn Seonmi settled herself gently onto my cock, taking over as if they'd passed a baton.
"Pigs. Clean it up."
"Yes!"
I ordered the two male slave teachers who'd been working in the corner of the Guidance Office to lick up the fluids Chae Mira had spilled. They cleaned the floor with their tongues. Fresh juices from a woman in her twenties — for them, it was more of a reward than a chore.
I fucked the two teachers in turns like that. Time slipped by, and before I knew it, school was letting out.
"Haaahn! My legs are shaking… I'll be heading back now."
"Today was wonderful too!"
The two teachers kissed the head of my cock, got dressed, and left. The two pigs, their work finished, filed out of the Guidance Office as well.
I was alone. Jeongmi would be here any minute.
The door slid open, and Jeongmi walked in. Unlike the two teachers before her, she came toward me fully clothed.
The image of Jeongmi doing a naked dogeza flickered through my mind, and a cock that had already come twelve times stirred and lifted its head again. It wasn't the kid's body that was getting me hard. It was the situation itself — that proud class president coming apart. Fortunately, the desk kept my lower half out of Jeongmi's sight.
"Right on time. Where's Somi?"
"She's on cleaning duty today, so she'll be a little late. I told her she had to come, so she definitely will. Sniff, sniff. There's a weird smell in here, though."
"Must be because I haven't been airing the place out. Man-smell, I suppose. This is a room full of men, after all."
I opened a window.
"Hmm. It kind of smells like the perfume the teachers wear… the women teachers, I mean."
Jeongmi had a good nose. Even so, there was no way she'd ever figure out what had actually been going on in here.
"Sir. The floor's a little slippery. I think the cleaning was done sloppily."
"You're right. Those idiots. I'll have to chew them out tomorrow."
Same as yesterday, I pulled out a cushion for Jeongmi. She knelt on it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Should I try imposing a slightly stricter rule?
Raising the intensity at a leisurely pace was important. How was I supposed to pace this so well that word of it spread through the whole neighborhood?
"Jeongmi. Hands up."
"Huh? Is this a punishment?"
"That's right. A punishment to teach Somi how important a promise is. If she understands that the later she is, the more her friend suffers, she'll start showing up on time."
"Is that… how it works?"
Jeongmi seemed to sense something off about it, but she raised her hands without another word.