Shall We Make a Deal?
Afternoon, gosi class. Yejin's seat was empty again. Before class started, one of the girls stood at the front door and called her out. Yejin glanced my way before following. I'd given her my number, but no contact yet. She still wants to believe those bitches are on her side.
Woochan eyed the empty seat beside him, then looked at me. "What's up."
"Uh... it seems like Yejin got called out by those weird kids..."
Telling me now? What a frustrating little shit. Can't even eat when spoon-fed. I snapped at him curtly. "Guess she doesn't wanna hang with you."
"Y-you think so?"
His lips pursed, shoulders shrinking pathetically. I smacked the back of his head. "Ow!"
"Forget dating. Just study."
"...Yeah."
Woochan slumped, burying himself in his notebook. Who the hell did this idiot take after? Frustrating as hell, but I held back for his mom's sake.
Jinhee walked in and called roll. She skipped Yejin's name. Didn't even glance at the empty seat. Last time, she'd seemed a bit concerned, but now she was deliberately ignoring it. She probably guessed Yejin's ties to that crew. And yet she wasn't stepping in—maybe because she anticipated what was unfolding.
Leaning back in my chair, I watched Jinhee until our eyes met. I flashed a smile; her brows furrowed sharply before she turned to the board.
Class ended, kids filed out. I told Woochan to go ahead and stayed put, relaxed. Jinhee lingered at the podium, organizing materials. I wondered what reaction she'd have if I brought up that old school violence case.
"Teacher."
Her hands paused.
"Got something to discuss. Mind a quick talk?"
Her eyes narrowed. A student requesting counseling? Hard for a teacher to refuse without looking bad. She seemed to accept—for now. "Fine. I'm busy, though. Urgent?"
"Yes."
A short sigh escaped her. "Here, then?"
"Perfect."
I leaned against the podium, eyeing her. Her glare was sharp, but her pale skin gave it an intellectual edge.
"Worried about Yejin skipping so much."
She looked at me like I was absurd. "I know. But what's that got to do with you?"
"She's a friend."
She snorted. "A friend..." A mocking smirk tugged at her lips, then vanished. She knew damn well I didn't give a shit. "Fine, I'll reach out to her." She turned dismissively.
"Kim Sujin."
Jinhee froze. She turned slowly, her teacher mask shattered. Good. Perfect. I loved that glare, that expression.
"What did you say?"
"Kim Sujin. Your little sister."
"Hah..." She closed her eyes, exhaling long, suppressing something. Her gaze returned, piercing me, but her lips stayed sealed. Gauging how much I knew.
Time to shake her more. "You know Park Haeri?"
Her face hardened further. Park Haeri—the ringleader who dragged Yejin out. The one who pinned Sujin as the bully. At that name, Jinhee's demeanor shifted dramatically.
"What are you getting at?" Her voice dropped low.
I stepped closer to the podium, grinning. "Wanna know why your sister killed herself?"
Her expression iced over. "You've read too many comics. Don't spout nonsense." She turned to leave.
I didn't grab her—just added, "They called her the bully, right?"
Her foot halted, hesitating. "Ridiculous."
"..."
"The bully's sister teaching here? What if the kids find out? Especially with all these overprotective families."
She turned slowly, teeth gritted. "Bullies are trash, aren't they?" I sneered.
Her eyes flashed dangerously. We were crossing the line.
"Watch your mouth."
"Why? She did trashy shit, so karma hit."
Jinhee exploded. "What do you know?" Her voice cracked, raw resentment bubbling up. "Sujin wasn't like that. Because of punks like you..." Her words trembled, lips paling as she clenched her jaw. I'd scratched just right; her buried rage spilled out.
I lowered my voice. "Who drove her to suicide?"
Her breath hitched. "Was it really the bullying? Right?"
Her mouth shut tight. Rage faded to wariness. No denial meant confirmation.
"Think there's no secret to this case?" Silence was admission. "What if she was driven to it? What if those kids did this to her?"
I stepped closer. She didn't back away. Truth nailed her in place.
"Don't you want every record involved?"
Her eyes wavered. Her armor cracked.
"What're you saying?"
"Simple. Let's make a deal."
"Hah... What can you do?"
"Depends on you, teacher."
With that, I shoved her waist. Her back hit the blackboard. She glared, fearless despite the push—like she might fight back. I loved that feral edge. My hand slid to her ass, cupping the round curve over her skirt. Slowly upward. Her body stiffened, but she didn't swat me away. She knew what I wanted.
"Alone, you can't touch them. Your sister stays the villain—no truth revealed."
My hand reached her waist, blouse warm with body heat. "But what I've got? It'll uncover it all."
She gripped my wrist—firm, but not pushing. "Hah... You think I'll deal?"
"What can a broke teacher do?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Sacrificing an innocent kid as bait?"
Her face crumpled—briefly, but clear. I knew her plan to use Yejin. That shattered her calculations. A line even she knew was wrong, crossed for revenge.
"What if nothing comes of it, and that girl ends up like Sujin—broken, clueless?"
Her grip loosened. "But I've got the power to uncover every truth."
Silence. She sized me up, weighing trust. Revenge dangled someone offering a hand—even a devil's.
"What do you want?"
Her tone shifted—no rage, no scorn. A negotiator at the table. My grin held.
I withdrew my hand, stepping back. Time to seem equal. "Your body."
She flinched, eyes narrowing, calculations spinning. "Why should I believe you?" Conditions. Assurance she'd trade her body for truth.
"First, every bullying record."
Her gaze shook. Three years ago—all minors. Juvenile records expunged under protection laws. Except Sujin's punishment as "final bully." Officially, nothing left. That's why she became a teacher here—but no records meant no moves. Needed bait like Yejin for leverage. But money and power? Deleted files recover easy. Legal proof aside, for truth? Priceless.
"Can you show me?"
I pulled my phone, opened the screen. She scrolled fast, verifying the impossible.
"What do I do?" Decision made.
I tamped my excitement. "Suck me off now, and it's yours."
She bit her lip, glaring murderously. I dangled the phone. "This alone won't reach the real truth. But there's one key record more."
"What?"
"Drugs."
Her face stone. "Hospital records showed a tox screen. Think Sujin was on something?"
Her eyes shook wildly at "drugs," denying but doubting. "Barely got this."
Silence. Head bowed, strength drained. "I'll do it."
No shame when she looked up. Pure resolve.
I pocketed the phone, dragged a back-row chair, spread my legs, leaned back. She approached, glanced down, smoothed her skirt, knelt slowly between my knees. Looking up, lips tight, gaze steady.
"Keep your promise."
"Of course."
Her eyes fierce as before. But hands separate. They hovered on my thigh, fingers trembling. Staring at my belt, frozen. Virgin, obviously. Ass so fat guys drool, but never touched. Young PhD track? Not just brains—study machine, no time for men. Caring for sis, thesis—no distractions.
She bit her lip, swallowed, reached for my belt. Slender fingers gripped the zipper. It rasped loud in the empty room. Panties peeked; my hard outline strained. Her hand froze, eyes locked, head turning slightly. Attitude and words aside, no progress.
"At this rate, when'll we finish?" Yawned bored.
She glared. "J-just do it quick... right?" Voice quavered despite bravado. Rage and fluster plain.
She yanked pants down fully, tugged panties. Cock sprang free, throbbing toward her face. Her breath caught, eyes darting away like it'd bitten her. First live dick overwhelming. Mouth clamped, pupils wild.
Our eyes met. My smirk; her glare fierced. She grabbed the shaft—too tight, rookie grip. I groaned involuntarily. "Ngh! Hurts."
She startled, released. "S-sorry." Flexed her hand, unsettled by the heat. Fingertips hovered awkwardly.
Steadied breath, reached again—gentler. Wrapped it, much looser. Stroked up-down. Knew basics somewhere, but rhythm erratic, amateur. Arousal dipped.
"What're you doing?"
Shrinking erection panicked her. "I-isn't this right?" Books only? No porn even? Suppressed laugh, sneered. "Virgin? Never dated?"
Her fierce face flushed crimson to ears. "..." Glaring, gritted teeth. "Yeah, virgin. Never done it. Just take it rough."
Spit venom, but blush killed the edge. I leaned back, sighing. "Deal off, then. Delete the files."
Stood coolly, adjusting pants. She grabbed my leg desperately. "W-wait! I'll do it! Properly!" Glared resentful, but urgency hers. Not blackmail—her sister's truth at stake.
Sat stone-faced. "Then do it right."
"Hoo..." Long exhale, gripped shaft. Better motion. Long pale fingers smooth, palm soft. Strokes felt good. Trying rhythm—earnest. Precum beaded, slicking her fingers.
She frowned. "What's this?"
"Precum. Teacher doesn't know?"
"I-I know! Just gross."
Grumbled, kept going. Slick lube smoothed slides. Glanced, smeared it with thumb over shaft. Rhythm steadied—consistent pace. Quick learner, untaught. Breath changed too. Sniffing musk, faint blush gazing. Briny scent filled room; she grimaced but persisted. Intriguing. Clueless to her heat, diligently stroking.
Speeding hand; no holding back. Splurt.
"Ack!" Cum sprayed her hand. She yanked away horrified, shaking off thick white strands. Fluster overtook blush. Shaking futile, she glared. "Done now?"
I chuckled. "Who said handjob? I said suck."
Color drained. "Th-that... how?"
"No lies here."
Mouth opened, closed. Rage trapped—my words true. I wiped with tissue, dressed, stood. "Hand today, mouth tomorrow."
"What?"
"One shot's gone."
"Cheater! Do it again."
"Think male stamina's infinite?"
"N-normally two-three times?"
"Yours killed it—see?" Yanked waistband, flopping spent cock. She whipped head away. "Did it now, can't tomorrow."
"Hah..."
"Plus, gripped too hard—hurts." Winced theatrically, zipping up. Turned before she spoke. "Tomorrow again."
Left her with a sigh-or-curse. Didn't look back. Could've gone further, but no—ease her in slow, virgin acclimation. Unfinished arousal nagged, though. Pulled phone, texted Ayoung.
Long delay, then one word back. Expectation oozed; I grinned.
