PE Teacher: Geum Taeyang-14

Life as a dog was brutally hard. Walking on all fours still felt alien, and being unable to speak like a human was just as awkward. Going to the bathroom was an ordeal unto itself.

Somi had made mistake after mistake, and the class president's whip had found her more times than she could count. At last, dismissal time arrived.

"You did well."

Once homeroom ended, Jeongmi pulled Somi's clothes from the locker and handed them back. Then she changed out of the bondage costume herself, swapping it for a regular school uniform. The class president outfit was only worn during lessons.

As Somi dressed, she felt the preciousness of ordinary clothes with her whole body. The slightly scratchy brush of the uniform against her skin had never felt so good. It was almost strange that she had never noticed how much it mattered.

"You worked hard teaching me too, Class President. Sorry. I was clumsy at being a bitch, so you had a rough time, didn't you?"

"It's fine. Anyone would be like that their first time."

Jeongmi said it with a bright little smile. She was not someone who smiled much as a rule, but when she did, it was strikingly beautiful. Somi found herself smiling back before she even realized it.

Then Jeongmi leaned in. Their lips met. It was a kiss of thanks — except it was not just a kiss. Tongues tangled and coiled in a filthy, lingering deep kiss.

"Mmph…! Mmph! Mmph! Shlrrp~♪"

The class president was extremely good at kissing. Every class president learned the art from the Guidance Director, and Jeongmi was no exception.

She used her tongue like a tentacle, invading Somi's mouth. Unused to kissing, Somi could barely swallow down the hot sounds trying to escape her throat.

Jeongmi's hand closed on Somi's ass. That small rear fit neatly into her palm. Then the hand slipped under Somi's skirt, groping with the lewd, practiced greed of a middle-aged pervert of a department ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠head — the kind female office workers despise.

"Mmph! Mmph…! Mmmph!"

The kiss, so deep it felt like it would steal the breath from her lungs, went on for nearly five minutes. Somi was the one who broke it first. A translucent thread of saliva stretched between their mouths like a spider's silk.

Somi's face burned as if she had come down with a fever. Jeongmi beamed at the sight and flicked Somi's lower lip with a fingertip.

"You worked hard taking my training too, Somi. Thank you."

Jeongmi said it while rubbing her thighs together. The heat between her legs was unbearable. She was already planning to masturbate the moment she got home. The image she would be using was Somi in her bitch costume.

"You worked soooo hard today, taemp! Holding off that Casts jerk and everything, taemp!"

"That's why I gave you such a big reward. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Now get going."

I smacked the ass of Tambourine in her human form as I said it, her lower body glazed with semen. She beamed and skipped out of the Guidance Office.

"Excuse me. I'm coming in."

Less than a minute after Tambourine left, there was a knock. I knew the voice. Yang Hyejin. I told her to come in.

The door slid open.

Ms. Yang Hyejin was wearing the bondage costume that served as a beautiful teacher's uniform. The outfit suited her young, taut figure perfectly. My cock went hard on the spot. Then again, my cock was pretty much always hard.

I would have liked to keep her in that outfit at all times, but there was always the chance Han Dambi might catch sight of it, so I limited when she wore it. A real shame. At least Han Dambi left school early for Magic Realm business, which made the hours after class a little safer.

As common sense required, Hyejin dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead to the floor in front of me. The ordinary greeting one offered me. I received her prostration with an arrogant air. Once the greeting was done, she set a folder on my desk.

"It's the management log for the boys' classes."

I flipped through it without much care. The all-male classes ran on a fourteen-hour study regimen, every last boy forced into mandatory evening self-study. It was how we were going to raise the school's advancement rate.

Jingle Bell City was a non-equalized district, which meant students sat entrance exams for high school. For reference, the school with the highest academic ranking was Jinglebell High School.

To push their grades up, the boys' classes took pop quizzes twice a week. Anyone in the bottom ten percent got one stroke of the paddle for every question they missed. I personally paddled students now and then myself, just to blow off steam. It was all for their own good.

"Even with all that paddling, some of these kids' grades aren't budging."

"They're children who've completely given up on studying. They have no motivation and no foundation to build on, so their grades have stalled in place."

I had rewritten common sense so the boys believed studying was the supreme purpose of life, and even then there was a type that simply would not do it. Delinquents who had sworn off schoolwork altogether.

Brats like that would not study no matter what you did. There was no point pouring effort and resources into them. The old Hyejin would have tried to drag every struggling student along with her, but I had adjusted her thinking through a common-sense rewrite, just enough.

"Sort the hopeless ones into a separate dropout group. Then turn the dropout group into human sandbags."

"Human sandbags, sir?"

"So the kids who actually study can blow off steam. Looking at them, most of them are already delinquents, so the other students will love it."

"I understand."

Hyejin was extremely good at getting things done. Give her an order like that and it would be reality before long.

That was enough work talk. I patted my knee.

"Overtime."

"Yes. I understand."

Hyejin came to me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Lewd fluid was already seeping, little by little, from her pussy. The dildo seated inside her was on the verge of slipping free on those juices — though there still was not quite enough for a nice, smooth insertion.

In the Guidance Office, common sense dictated that you kept your pussy soaked and ready to be taken at any moment. I looked her over with half-lidded eyes and spoke in a higher, sharper tone.

"Your pussy looks dry."

"I'm sorry. I'll correct it at once."

She took hold of the dildo buried in her pussy and worked it up and down. She also set the intensity to high. During class the vibration was off; any other time, it was on low.

The dildo buzzed to life, and Hyejin's knees buckled. The pleasure blooming in her pussy had stolen the strength from her legs.

"I'll get it wet right away."

Hyejin worked her hand with practiced ease, wetting herself. It was a filthy, knowing touch, nothing like a newlywed of only a few months. In no time she had herself flooded, and then she climbed into my lap.

She sank down in one smooth stroke.

"Hiiiing~♪"

Hyejin's pussy swallowed my cock. The moment her winding inner walls kissed the head, a bead of pre-cum leaked out.

I stroked the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠soft small of her back as I enjoyed her. Sticky juices soaked my pubic hair completely.

Hyejin rolled her hips slowly. The motion was not practiced, but it was decent enough. Newlywed that she was, there was no seasoned weight to her as a woman. Of course, that freshness had a flavor all its own.

"Hyejin, how often do you do it with your husband?"

I asked it against her ear. Hyejin's head snapped up, her voice going sharp, tension running down her spine like an angry cat's.

"Sir! That's sexual harassment!"

I came in a sudden rush. The situation was too funny to hold back. Hyejin's pussy vacuumed up ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠every drop of the semen I had spilled, swallowing my cock like it meant to leave nothing behind. A vacuum-cleaner pussy if there ever was one.

"Ah, sorry. You're so pretty I couldn't help myself. You're right — asking about a woman's sex life with her husband is sexual harassment."

"You have to be careful these days. I'm fine with it, but a lot of teachers are quite sensitive."

"True enough. Sorry. Ah, then when do you get your period?"

"The week after next. I'm ovulating right now, actually."

Asking about a woman's period was as natural as asking her name. I could not help but laugh. I tweaked a few more pieces of common sense while I was at it.

"Oho. You don't have a child yet, Hyejin?"

"Yes. I'd like to focus on my work here for the time being. Though my husband seems to want a child a little sooner."

Hyejin's husband was a salaryman at a major corporation. He apparently asked her now and then whether she might quit and become a housewife. It seemed to weigh on her in its own way; she said it like she was confiding a worry.

"So there's a difference of opinion with your husband?"

"That's right. But I want to be certain about the child issue. If we had a baby before we were ready, it would be hard on the child and on us."

"Then how about this? I'll get you pregnant."

I pumped another load into her womb. Ordinarily I kept conception sealed with a skill called Pregnancy Control. Right now, that seal was off.

Pregnancy Control was not merely a skill for blocking pregnancy. It could also raise the chance of conception as high as ninety percent. As far as I could tell, Hyejin was already pregnant.

"You… want to get me pregnant, Sir?"

"Yeah. Getting pregnant with a guidance teacher's child doesn't count as a normal pregnancy. You could practice being a mother while carrying my kid, right?"

Hyejin's face went thoughtful. Then she clapped her palms together and cried out.

"So that's… how you do it! You're right. I just needed to have your child!"

"How about it? Not a bad deal, is it?"

I grinned as I hammered up into her from below. Hyejin wore two expressions at once: one soaked in pleasure, filthy and undone, and one faintly apologetic.

"But then I'd feel a little guilty. Taking your seed for free like that."

"Then in exchange, how about you become my sex slave here at school? That'd make it a fair trade, don't you think?"

"I'd like that! Then I'd actually be the one coming out ahead! Is it really all right?"

"I'm only offering this because it's you, Hyejin. Any other teacher, and it'd be out of the question."

"Thank you~♥"

Hyejin gave me a thick, lingering deep kiss, her face sweetly adoring. It was a filthy, hungry kiss that made me wonder whether she had ever given her husband anything like it. She plundered my mouth as if she meant to suck my tongue right out of it.

"Chup. Shlurp. Ah, and when you go home tonight, have some alibi sex with your husband."

"Alibi sex? Why would I do that?"

"Tell him he's the one who got you pregnant. That'll be better for him, right? Think of it as a surprise gift. You don't actually have to go through with it — just get him drunk and make it look like you did. Heh. Or, wait — I feel a little sorry for the guy, so I'll allow you to finish him off with your mouth."

"What!? Is that really all right? As if giving me your seed weren't already too much…"

"Well, in return, just bring me about half of his salary."

"Only half, not all of it? I feel like I'm the only one taking advantage of you, Sir."

"Well, it's not like we're strangers."

I said it while rolling my hips in earnest. If I could get her pregnant with twins at once, all the better. And if I could make it a girl, better still. A mother-daughter combo was every man's dream, after all.

Oho. The skill had leveled up at the perfect moment.

I pushed a baby girl's seed into Hyejin's womb. I could hardly wait for the ten months to pass.