What Will You Offer as Compensation?
"Pull your foot back."
Jinhui's face twisted. Her mouth fell open and snapped shut, the tips of her ears flushing an even deeper red as she looked up at me with an expression of utter disbelief. Yet she didn't turn away. Instead, her eyes darted around first—scanning the end of the hallway, the stairwell entrance, and beyond the corner in one swift sweep before returning to me.
"……I can't. I have to get to class soon."
Her words said no, but her body didn't retreat. When I took a step closer and wrapped an arm around her waist, the slender curve of her figure pressed perfectly into my palm through her blouse. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered low.
"You can just use your mouth."
"……You crazy bastard."
It was a quiet curse, but there was no real force behind the hands pushing against me. The fist she'd planted on my chest clenched and unclenched. When her head turned once more to check both ends of the corridor, our eyes finally met.
"How am I supposed to do it here?"
Which meant she was going to do it. I grabbed her wrist and pulled; she followed in a flustered hurry. Past the end of the hallway, we climbed the stairs leading to the roof. The spot between the top floor and the roof access door was a half-flight landing—a perfect blind spot invisible from both above and below.
"Ah……."
Jinhui's gaze circled the narrow space once.
"No one can see us here. There aren't any cameras either."
"Haa…… seriously……."
A long sigh escaped her. Despite her grumbling, Jinhui folded her legs and crouched down in front of me.
Her upturned face wavered between irritation and embarrassment. Her fingertips rose to grasp my belt buckle.
Once the buckle came undone and the zipper slid down, the thick bulge straining against my underwear sprang into view.
Jinhui's eyes stopped there, and the corner of her mouth twisted.
"Even after all that, you're still like this."
"That wasn't nearly enough."
"……Tsk."
Jinhui clicked her tongue and tugged my underwear down. My fully erect cock sprang out through the gap. She wrapped her fingers around the base and slowly stroked upward along the shaft, then extended her tongue to lightly flick the tip.
"Huu……."
A long breath left me. My hips twitched faintly at the brush of her tongue. Jinhui's oral skills seemed to improve every single day. On top of that, she clearly remembered exactly where I was most sensitive. The fingers encircling my shaft knew precisely how much pressure to apply, and the tip of her tongue accurately targeted the sensitive spot beneath the glans.
When I looked down, Jinhui was gazing up at me. Her eyes, checking my reaction, held a glint of satisfaction. She didn't seem to mind at all that I was responding to what she was doing. That expression made my cock throb even harder.
Jinhui parted her lips and took the head into her mouth.
Slurp.
The pressure of her mouth tightening around me made my thighs tense. Her tongue swept upward from inside, wrapping around the tip. The suction grew stronger, her hot interior gripping me tightly.
Slurp, suck.
Jinhui's head began moving back and forth. Holding the base steady, she bobbed up and down in rhythm, her mouth and hand working in perfect opposition, sending wave after wave of stimulation without pause. Her hair spilled forward, covering her forehead, and between the strands her long lashes trembled.
I brushed her hair back for her. When I tucked the strands that had fallen over her forehead behind her ear, Jinhui glanced up briefly before lowering her head again. The rhythm of her sucking deepened. Each time she took me deeper, the pressure of her throat constricting around my shaft pulled the pleasure higher. Every time her hot breath touched my stomach, it brushed across my skin like fire.
Right then, the bell signaling the start of class rang out.
Jinhui's mouth paused and her head started to turn, so I grabbed it firmly.
"Mmm……mph, I have to……mph……."
"I'll finish quickly."
"Ah……."
With a look of resignation, Jinhui squeezed her eyes shut. I held her head and thrust my hips forward. The head of my cock pushed deep into her mouth until it pressed against the entrance of her throat.
"Mmph……! Ugh……!"
Jinhui's shoulders jerked. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes from the sensation of being pierced deep in her throat. Even as her breath was cut off, she kept her mouth stretched wide open so her teeth wouldn't graze me, her jaw trembling. Still, she used what strength she had left to suck.
"Huu……."
Every deep thrust made a rough breath explode from Jinhui's nose, striking my stomach.
"Mmm……mph."
Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin and dripping onto the floor. Every time my cock was swallowed, wet, obscene sounds filled the small space.
The urge to cum surged up.
"I'm going to cum."
"Mmph."
The moment Jinhui's eyes squeezed even tighter as she tried to take me as deep as possible, I thrust all the way in and released.
Spurt. Spuuuurt.
"Nngh……mph."
Jinhui's chin twitched as the semen poured down her throat. She was desperately trying to swallow the reflex that threatened to push it back up.
Gulp. Gulp.
Even while swallowing, she never eased the suction. The pressure squeezing out the very last drop made my hips tremble involuntarily.
Once I had finished completely, I pulled out.
"Haaah……."
Jinhui's mouth opened and a breath burst out. A long string of saliva and semen stretched between her lips and my cock before finally snapping.
"Haa…… haa……."
Her shoulders heaved as she panted. Before her ragged breathing could even settle, Jinhui lowered her head again and began licking every trace of our fluids from the root to the tip of my spent cock.
Slurp. Kiss.
She sucked and cleaned away the messy mixture of saliva and semen until it was spotless. Finally, she pressed her lips to the tip one last time before pulling back and looking up at me.
She stood up quickly, brushed the dust from her clothes, swept her hair back, and straightened her blouse.
"Happy now?"
Her sharp eyes glared at me. She wiped the remnants from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, but her cheeks were burning bright red.
"It was good."
"……Hmph."
She turned her head, unable to meet my gaze. The flush had spread from the tips of her ears all the way down her neck.
I caught her arm as she tried to leave and pulled her into my embrace. As her shoulders stiffened then relaxed, I brought my lips to hers.
"See you later."
"……It's dirty. Don't."
Her voice was small. Even though she liked it, she had to say she didn't—that was just how she was. She slipped out of my arms, adjusted her clothes one more time, and started down the stairs. Her footsteps quickly faded away.
The footsteps that had gone down half a flight stopped, then came back up. From below the stairs, she peeked out just half her face and looked up at me.
"Don't skip class."
"Yesss, ma'am."
"……Hmph!"
This time she really left.
As I fixed my pants and buckled my belt again, a chuckle slipped out. To think the teacher who had just knelt and sucked her student's cock would come back up the stairs just to remind him not to skip class.
As I zipped up, my phone vibrated inside my jacket pocket.
I took it out. The call I'd been waiting for had finally come.
"Hello."
"I've arrived near the school. Do you have time right now?"
It was the same voice from yesterday.
"Let's meet in the counseling room."
"Understood."
"Do you know where it is?"
"I graduated from this school too."
"You're my senior, then."
"I'll see you shortly."
The call ended before I could even finish speaking. A decisive tone that left only the necessary information and no room for pleasantries. She'd been the same during our previous call. The colder and more walled-off a woman was, the more entertaining it was when that wall finally crumbled. I was already looking forward to hearing what kind of pleasure-soaked moans would eventually spill from those lips.
I slipped the phone back into my pocket and headed down the stairs. The class I'd promised to attend with Jinhui had probably already started. I offered a silent apology in my mind and turned my steps toward the counseling room.
When I opened the door, I found two sofas facing each other across a low table. The only light came from between the blinds, casting striped patterns across the floor. I leaned back on one of the sofas, crossed my legs, and waited.
A short while later, a knock sounded and the door opened.
The first thing that caught my eye was the blonde hair. The light curls that flowed gently over her shoulders caught the indoor lighting and shimmered with a silvery-gold hue. Her features were striking, her makeup minimal. A crisp white blouse fell neatly along her collarbone beneath a sharply tailored black suit jacket.
Long legs continued down from the jacket's nipped-in waist. Every time her high heels clicked against the floor, the smooth curve of her calves flashed beneath the suit skirt.
A sleek, perfectly proportioned figure was contained within that formal suit.
There was sensuality to her. The kind that turned men's heads without even trying. But the expression on her face the moment she opened the door and stepped inside told a completely different story from her appearance.
Cold, dry eyes scanned the counseling room, instantly reading the atmosphere.
A face with no softness whatsoever.
The moment that gaze found me, it changed.
The corners of her mouth curved up smoothly into a smile. The coldness from a moment ago vanished without a trace, replaced by a polite and gentle expression. The transition was so natural that anyone who didn't know better would have believed she'd been smiling like that from the very beginning.
I could smell it—the scent of someone who hid their true emotions perfectly. She wouldn't be an easy opponent.
"Hello."
Her voice had a different texture from the calm tone on the phone. It was a clean, polished greeting delivered in a soft, bright tone.
"Hello."
I returned the greeting and smiled back.
She sat on the sofa across from me, neatly gathering her legs together and setting her handbag beside her. Every movement was efficient, without a single wasted motion. Once she was settled, she looked directly at me and asked.
"You are Jinho student, correct?"
"Yes."
"My name is Seol-a Jeong. I'm Tae-wook's older sister."
Older sister!?
I pictured Tae-wook's face. The only thing connecting that pathetic loser to the woman in front of me was their shared surname.
"So you're Representative Jeong Min-tae's daughter."
I maintained my smile as I responded. A faint evaluative gleam flashed through Seol-a's eyes. She was measuring my reaction—how I'd immediately connected her name to her father.
"Yes."
She answered curtly and continued without shifting her posture.
"I've often heard about the Chairman's grandson from him."
She brought up my grandfather quickly. It seemed she'd already finished gathering information about me before coming here. There was no way the woman who had instantly read between the lines during that short late-night phone call with Tae-wook—the one who had figured out the hospital director's arrest and the game I'd set up—would show up unprepared.
"This is my first time meeting you, Miss Seol-a."
"As I mentioned on the phone, I'm an alumna of this school."
Seol-a took a business card from her handbag, held it delicately between two fingers, and slid it across the table.
"I'm currently helping with my father's work."
I picked it up.
Jeong Seol-a — Chief of Staff to the National Assembly Member
The position that oversaw all practical affairs in her father's political office. Handing me this card was less of a threat and more of an overture. Since she'd already investigated me thoroughly, she probably wanted to establish a connection through my grandfather.
I read it once more.
Name, title, contact information.
Then I folded it in half. And folded it again. I crumpled the business card into four pieces and dropped it into the trash bin beside the sofa.
Seol-a's smile froze. The gentle curve at the corners of her mouth flattened, and all warmth drained from her face. The same cold, dry eyes that had scanned the room when she first entered returned.
But by the time she drew her next breath, her expression had returned to normal. She didn't quite manage a smile, but a calm composure settled over her features.
Satisfied that I'd caught a glimpse of her true self, I leaned back.
"So, since I helped your little brother avoid a drug charge, what will you offer me as compensation?"
