Teacher Sujin's Lewd Make-Up Lesson 'Snap'
"(Huh?)"
The sensation of abruptly snapping awake from drowsiness washed over me. What was that? Did I fall asleep? Me? Noh Sujin!?
I'd never once dozed off in my entire life, so this feeling threw me into confusion. As my mind cleared in a slight daze, there was Chairwoman Julia right in front of me, looking at me with genuine concern.
"Are you okay, Teacher Sujin?"
"Ah… sorry about that. I think I nodded off for a second."
I hurriedly straightened my posture and assured Chairwoman Julia that I was fine. To show such a disgrace in this crucial meeting—it was the biggest blunder of my life. Especially humiliating was how sincerely worried she looked.
"You must be exhausted. It's great that you're working so hard for the students, but please take care of your health too."
"Yes, I understand."
Receiving her concern, I was plotting how to make up for my mistake when opportunity struck swiftly.
"By the way, Teacher Sujin, could I ask you for a favor?"
"Of course! Anything, Chairwoman."
Julia made her request. In my current situation, where I needed to win her favor for the mission, I responded immediately. One of the life lessons my parents drilled into me: Always accept your boss's request first, think later.
My reply seemed to work wonders; Julia smiled happily and continued.
"Actually, there's one really, really important student at our school."
"I see…"
Julia's expression was truly regretful as she spoke. For someone like her, a top figure from a chaebol family, to call a student "really important"… Was it the child of the president or a minister?
"He's a kid with a lot of curiosity—that's the problem. And since he's a bit connected to me, he's especially important."
"A student full of curiosity, huh."
Curiosity overload… ADHD, maybe? That could definitely be an issue. I pondered as I listened to Julia.
"If it's okay, could you handle after-school make-up lessons for him, Teacher Sujin?"
"Of course. If he's important to you, Chairwoman, he's important to me too. I'll do my absolute best."
"Thanks! Thank you so much, Teacher Sujin."
Julia grabbed my hand in gratitude. An unexpected mission added to my plate, but compared to battling those monster-like ability users, it was a walk in the park. I'd managed problem children like Cheonga and Yena, the agency's worst headaches, despite my own powers. Tutoring one student wouldn't be hard.
With that thought, I took the files and headed off to the make-up lesson.
The next afternoon arrived. I'd reviewed the files and grasped the situation. The student I'd be tutoring was Kim Jintae—a perfectly average kid in looks and grades. His importance stemmed from inheriting a chunk of Saseong Group's shares after his parents' death. When those shares passed to Chairwoman Julia's daughter, his cooperation would be essential.
So, the simple mission: butter him up, make sure he listens to Julia. With that in mind, I entered the make-up classroom.
"Hey, you Jintae?"
Only one student sat there: a somewhat shady-looking black-haired boy. Kim Jintae, the one I was supposed to tutor.
Spotting me, he stood immediately and bowed politely.
"Hello, Teacher Sujin. I'm Kim Jintae. Looking forward to working with you."
"Hi. Looking forward to it too, Jintae."
His greeting was impeccable—the basics of etiquette, but it told me a lot about him. From that bow, no mental issues stood out. Probably some physical condition messing with his curiosity control. Suddenly, I felt sorry for him.
I sat in front of him, flashing a reassuring teacherly smile.
"Your grades are good, and you seem to be doing fine in school overall. Any reason you signed up for make-up lessons? Just curious."
"Well… I have this intense curiosity… No, never mind. It'd just be a bother for you, Teacher."
Aware of his own issue and hesitant to burden me. I pressed gently to draw him out.
"It's fine, tell me. If Teacher can fix it, I will."
"Really?"
"Of course—I'm your teacher too, after all."
He pondered deeply at my words. To ease him, I kept smiling warmly. Finally, steeling himself, he met my eyes and spoke.
What came out next shocked me.
"Teacher, please teach me about women's bodies."
My brain froze. Did this kid just ask me to teach him about women's bodies? I had to confirm.
"Women's… bodies?"
"Yes… I want to see a woman's body."
"Jintae, that's… um…"
I swallowed my rising anger, trying to refuse. No way I'd expected a nymphomaniac for my tutoring student.
But then he looked at me with sad eyes.
"I knew you'd say that too, Teacher. It's okay—it's my fault. I'll go."
That pitiful gaze hit me like a gut punch, flashing visions of failure: Julia's disappointment, the mission crumbling, incidents before our recovery, me locked in isolation as a test subject.
No! I couldn't lose Jintae. I shouted,
"Ah! No!! Jintae… Teacher will teach you."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"About women's bodies?"
"Yes, women's bodies."
He eyed me suspiciously—fair enough, after I'd nearly pushed him away. Resolving to hear him out no matter what, I waited. Then he spoke.
"So, Teacher, what panties are you wearing today?"
Another humiliating leap past my imagination. Suppressing fury, I forced a smile.
"Bl-black underwear."
"Can I see?"
Even more perverse. Thinking I misheard, I asked,
"You… really want to see?"
"Yes!"
No escape. Decision time: stop or continue? Knocking him out with my powers tempted me, but it'd look suspicious—me alone with an unconscious student? Instant guilt.
"(Sigh… no choice.)"
Swish. I decided. Lifting my skirt slightly, I spread my legs to show him my panties clearly.
His face lit up with joy as he stared.
"Wow, so sexy, Teacher Sujin! Your boyfriend must love it."
"Th-thanks, Jintae."
Ridiculous praise—I faked a smile. Without the mission, I'd never show my underwear to a student.
"Thanks for showing me, Teacher."
"Ah♥…"
His gratitude… it felt good. No—blissful. Was this a teacher's joy? The unfamiliar happiness muddled my mind when he pressed on.
"Then, could you show me your bra too?"
"My bra?"
"Yes! Please."
Remembering that joyful thanks and those puppy eyes, it felt less repulsive this time.
"Sigh… okay. Hold on…"
I undid my blouse buttons one by one, thinking,
"(Endure… for the mission.)"
Opening it exposed my bra. Jintae's eyes widened.
"Wow, Teacher, your breasts are huge. What size?"
"E-cup."
His gleaming stare embarrassed me, but… it wasn't unpleasant. Thinking it helped him—and the mission—felt good.
"Teacher… could I touch them?"
"T-touch!? My breasts!?"
"Yes… if it's okay?"
With them already out, touching seemed minor. I sighed.
"Fine… just touching, right?"
"Yes!"
His hands rose to my breasts.
Squeeze.
"Hng!?"
A man's touch for the first time—shocking pleasure beyond imagination. Friends said it was like palpation, just painful, but…
He kept going.
Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.
"Ahng… hang… haang…"
Moans escaped uncontrollably as he kneaded harder, excited by my reactions.
"Teacher… I want to see your bare breasts."
"…Okay. Hold on…"
No strength to refuse. Unhooking my bra, my breasts spilled free before him.
I knew mine were bigger than average, and men liked that. His eyes turned lecherous.
"Ooh… Teacher, those…"
"Want to touch the bare ones?"
"Yes!"
Expected. I sighed.
"Fine… go ahead."
"Yes!"
His hands dove in.
Squeeze.
"Haang♥"
Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.
"Hang♥ Aaang♥ Ang♥ Aang♥"
Skin-on-skin amplified the pleasure intensely. After a while,
"Um, Teacher…"
"Done… now?"
I figured he'd exhausted the breasts. But no—
"No. I… want to suck on your breasts, Teacher."
The make-up lesson was surpassing all my wildest imaginations.