My First Date with Teacher Yuri
As I busied myself hypnotizing the school, the day was winding down when Teacher Yuri moved into the penthouse. Her luggage was already packed, and the staff handled all the moving, so neither she nor I had much to do. By mid-morning, everything was sorted, and seeing her neatly arranged room filled me with a strange mix of emotions.
With this, Ayoung and Teacher Yuri had officially moved in. Jihye was halfway there, while Yuna was on hold due to morning training and bodyguard duties. Mio and Julia had eyes on them and their own mansion, so we'd wait until their control was more solid—either we'd go to them, or they'd move here.
"We're living together now, huh?"
"Yeah... it's surreal. I never imagined we'd end up like this..."
"Life's full of surprises."
"True. One shocking thing after another."
I slipped behind Teacher Yuri as she surveyed the room and pulled her down to sit. She didn't resist. All the rooms were similar, but hers spanned a generous 1,000 square feet, complete with a separate living area and bedroom. Stepping out led to the massive shared living room and kitchen.
Like her old place, she favored sleek black-and-white interiors, and the staff had decorated perfectly to her taste.
Mwah.
Mmm... hehe... already getting hard? I'm game anytime.
Holding her felt so loving that I kissed the back of her neck. She accepted it sweetly, promising she'd indulge me whenever, but I held back—I had plans for the day.
"I am horny, but it's not time yet. More importantly, Teacher, let's go on a date."
"A date?"
"Yeah, just the two of us. We've never really had one-on-one time like that. Clear your schedule today."
After turning her into my woman, we'd somehow never carved out proper alone time. We'd shared plenty of evenings, sure, but not a real date. Sensing my thoughtfulness, she looked pleased yet worried.
"I'm fine, but... what about Ayoung?"
"Of course I got her permission."
Teacher Yuri subtly acknowledged Ayoung as the main wife in her actions. Ayoung's goddess-like aura, embracing everyone regardless of age, had naturally earned her that position. And naturally, I'd already cleared it with Ayoung.
"Then... may I have that escort, sir?"
"Yes, let's go, Teacher."
And so, Teacher Yuri and I headed out for our first real date alone.
It was a quiet road. I drove the sports car I'd prepared in advance, with Teacher Yuri in the passenger seat. I'd snagged one of the latest models from Mio's place as my baby. Surprisingly affordable at around 30 million won—a Ferrari model, they said.
She watched me drive with wide-eyed amazement.
"Impressive. When did you get your license?"
"Practicing in Mio's front yard made it doable, so I got it last week. No hypnosis, either—pure skill."
Having driven in my past life, it wasn't too tough. Mio's massive yard was perfect practice.
Teacher Yuri smiled, her teacherly expression softening.
"Well done. Good boy."
"Thank you!"
"So, where are we headed?"
"You'll see soon enough."
Ten minutes in the sports car, and we arrived.
"This is..."
"Saseong Department Store, just like it looks. Let's splurge today."
Today's destination: the city's largest, most luxurious department store, Saseong.
We parked in the VIP lot and headed straight to a famous brand boutique. The attendant greeted us with a warm smile.
"Hello! How can I assist you today?"
"I'm looking to gift my girlfriend a handbag here. Price no object—show us the one that suits her best."
"A couple! You look perfect together. Based on her tones, violet over purple, I think. One moment."
The attendant nailed it instantly. Funny thing—Teacher Yuri, who'd been so composed, now looked tense. After years of frugal living amid her troubles, this place must've felt intimidating.
While I pondered that, the attendant returned with a bag.
"This year's small classic handbag. Only 30 in the country, and this is our only one."
A luxurious violet bag with gold chain— even I could tell it screamed high-end.
I turned to Teacher Yuri. "What do you think?"
"Not sure... mind if I try it on?"
She slung it over her shoulder, and her natural beauty transformed into movie-star glamour. The attendant gushed.
"Oh, it suits you perfectly! Made for you."
"Like it, Teacher?"
"Yeah, I do. But the price..."
She glanced at the tag and flinched. Around 10 million won, from what I saw. No biggie for me.
"We'll take it."
I pulled out the black card from Mio. The elite VIP card for Saseong family insiders—top tier. The attendant's eyes widened, her voice booming.
"Right away!"
As she dashed off, Teacher Yuri whispered, "Jintae-ya, it's too expensive..."
"Don't worry. Today, no money talk—just enjoy the luxury."
"Still..."
Who knew she had this tsundere side with money? In my old life, I'd have freaked too—10 million down the drain? Chaos. But I said firmly,
"Hey! Keep that up, and I'll buy out the store and turn your room into a display case."
Stunned, she imagined it, then burst out laughing.
"Hehe♥ Fine, I'll play along today."
"Please come again!"
We left to more bows and hit the next store. Necklaces, earrings, skirts, tops, shoes—we shopped endlessly, transforming Teacher Yuri into a Hollywood star, straight out of The Devil Wears Prada. Midway, I snuck off to grab pre-ordered rings. She insisted on picking my watch, so we hit Rolex—she chose, I bought and wore it.
And in between...
"H-how's this, Jintae-ya?"
Led by the hand into a lingerie shop, I admired her picks: tacky black silk exposing pussy and nipples, deliberately a size too small, breasts bursting out. It all screamed fuck me now. I caved.
"Teacher, turn around and bend over first for a proper review."
"Hehe♥ Got you hooked?"
"Totally. Hard as hell."
"Then..."
She turned seductively, ass up. I slipped the attendant 100,000 won to stand watch and enjoyed a quick romp with Teacher Yuri.
Plunge.
Plunge.
Plunge.
Plunge.
Plunge.
"Ha-ah♥ Ahhng♥"
"Teacher, too loud."
"Haaang♥ You're thrusting so good! Haaaang♥"
After that fun(?) shopping, it was dinner time. I'd booked a three-star omakase spot on the department store's restaurant floor.
"Never shopped like this before."
"Me neither. How much did we blow?"
"Around 100 million, give or take."
"100 million!?"
"Relax. Mio and Mr. Choi set up plenty in my name."
She gasped at the figure, but hey, not my money. Then I remembered something.
"Oh, right—here, Teacher."
"What's this..."
I handed her a black card.
"Mio made it for you. Up to 100 million per use—spend freely."
"Jintae-ya... I've never handled that kind of cash."
"We'll figure it out together. Where to spend next?"
Together. That hit home—she beamed with affection.
"Hehe♥ Got it. Let's plan as a family♥"
The chef arrived, molding sushi for us.
"O-toro."
Light pink tuna belly. It melted instantly, ocean richness exploding—I'd never tasted anything like it, even in my past life.
"Wow... melts on the tongue. Teacher!"
"Yeah, first time for sushi this good."
I'd chosen the spot after hearing she loved sushi. Curious, I asked,
"You like sushi, Teacher?"
"Couldn't afford it. Especially after those crazy busy days..."
Her face darkened slightly. I took her hand.
"You worked so hard. I'll make you happy from now on."
"Yeah... thanks, Jintae-ya."
Mwah.
The sushi's salty sea paired perfectly with her flavor—an unforgettable tang.
Leaving omakase, I said,
"One last spot I want to take you. Okay?"
"Last place?"
"Yeah. Follow me."
I led her to the underground pool. It was closed today—intentionally, by me.
"A pool?"
"Yep."
"Picking out a swimsuit?"
"I'd love to see you in one, but first—something special I want to show you. This way."
Deeper in, two sunglassed agents guarded a door. They opened for me; Teacher Yuri clung nervously behind.
The pool was dimly lit, a few staff prepping what I'd arranged.
"This is part of why I brought you here."
Two chairs fronted the pool, rigged precariously to drop in anytime—like a thriller flick. Bound to them were people.
"Those are..."
Teacher Yuri recognized their faces. I confirmed,
"Yes... the principal and the chairman."
The time had come to settle Teacher Yuri's long-held grudge.