The Delinquent Teacher's Private Service
A girl with glasses sitting at the very front raised her hand and asked cautiously, “Um… Teacher. What is your name…?” She looked every bit the model student. She might have been the literary-girl type. If there wasn’t anyone with an even more perfect model-student aura than her, she seemed like the kind who would naturally end up as class president.
“Did I seriously never tell you my name…?” I hadn’t. You brainless bitch. Was this for real? Was she actually a full-blown delinquent thug? The only things this so-called homeroom teacher had done since walking into the classroom were chewing gum with loud smacks, spitting on the floor, and stripping her top off in front of the male students.
“Hm. My name is Park Hyeji.”
“Ah…”
“What? Is my name too plain? Or does it sound lame?”
“Eh? N-No… I wasn’t thinking anything like that.”
And now she was picking a fight with the model student in the front row. At this point I was half-convinced she was some delinquent punk pretending to be a teacher.
“First period is HR, so it’s basically just self-introductions and that kind of thing. Second period we’ll head to the training room assigned to our class and each pick our main weapon. Third and fourth periods will be touring the training facilities, learning how to use them, and doing some actual training. That’s all for today. No afternoon classes. Any questions?”
“““….”””
“Good. I like that there are no questions. Oh, and one more thing. Most morning classes at the academy are general courses. Afternoons are for electives. So after lunch you can all move around and take whatever major or liberal-arts classes you signed up for, just like a regular university. Roughly get it? If you don’t, don’t ask me—ask whoever’s next to you. Explaining is a pain in the ass.”
“““Yes…”””
“Then since I’m tired, I’m gonna go sleep. Handle your own self-introductions… Hey. You. You’re class president. Fuck, you look exactly like a class-president type. Take charge of the brats and make sure the morning schedule gets finished properly. Got it?”
The delinquent slacker of a teacher dumped both the title and the entire responsibility of class president onto the model-student girl who had been sitting up front and questioning her earlier. Fuck. Was this even allowed?
“What? Huh?”
“I said be the damn class president! Fuck, you don’t want to?”
“N-No. I-I’ll do it…”
“Pick a vice president yourself too. I’m out. If you don’t know something, look it up online or ask someone else.”
“Uh…”
“If you act all clueless and it causes me any trouble, you’re dead. Actually, I’ll make you wish you were dead. I’ll personally make sure you repeat a year or get expelled. You understand what I’m saying, right?”
“…H-Hiiik. I-I understand.”
“Good. Fuck, why the hell do I have to babysit a bunch of grown adults? Just read the room and act accordingly. You know what I mean, right? Do it neatly, cleanly, and with some damn sense. Understand? I’m gone. Oh, hey. You there. Yeah, you. I’m talking to you. Yeah. You. The male student. Follow me.”
At first I didn’t realize she was pointing at me and just sat there in a daze. Only when she pointed her finger straight at me did I understand it was me. Why was she calling me? Fuck. But if I skipped out here I wouldn’t be able to clear the quest, right? I at least had to attend the first class…
“Teacher, I also need to attend the first class… and do my self-introduction…”
“What? Fuck? Already rebelling? You wanna die?”
“…N-No, that’s not what I meant… I just wanted to do my self-introduction during HR for the first class…”
“Then do it right now and follow me. Hey. Hurry up and introduce yourself. I’ll count it as you finishing the first class. Do it.”
“Ehh…. What do you…”
“Ah, fuck. Hurry up. We don’t have time.”
The blonde gyaru delinquent slacker teacher raised her hand like she was about to hit me and pressured me to get on with it. The trauma of being belly-punched flashed through my mind; I flinched hard and, trembling all over, decided to just do the self-introduction.
When the slacker teacher saw how scared I looked, she stuck her tongue out at me, licked her lips, and smacked them with obvious appetite.
“I-I’m… um… Kim Dojin…. P-Please… take care of me…”
Fuck. I had stuttered through the whole thing like a pathetic pushover. The belly-punch trauma made me shake so badly that I gave a stupid, nervous introduction. At this rate I’d be branded as the class loser from the very first day… Was there a bread-shuttle system here too…? No, everyone was an adult, so probably not…? No matter how closed-off the school atmosphere was, surely they wouldn’t…
But thankfully, contrary to my gloomy expectations, everyone clapped for me. The girls even whispered that I was cute while looking at me, and the boys cheered me on, telling me to do my best.
Fuck. Thank god the world had gender-reversed… My current position had turned me into the equivalent of a shy female student from my original world who stuttered through her introduction out of embarrassment. Yeah. In my original world, if a girl gave a slightly stuttering, airheaded self-introduction, everyone would generously let it slide.
“There. Self-introduction done? Follow me. You’ve finished all your first-period classes for today.”
Hunter Academy First Class Attendance
🎁 Reward: Stat Point
The blonde delinquent slacker teacher grabbed my hand and dragged me off somewhere. She gripped it so tightly it hurt, leading me toward the increasingly deserted old school buildings. The National Hunter Academy had a campus several times larger than the biggest university in Korea. Naturally, there were tons of unused buildings.
“…Teacher? Why are we…”
The place she finally took me to was a storage room inside one of the most abandoned old buildings—somewhere no one would ever come. Empty cup-ramen containers, a wet dildo that looked like it had just been used, and a comfortable waterproof mat. The room was perfectly set up for the delinquent teacher to hide away and enjoy her own private time.
And standing right in front of me was the delinquent slacker teacher who clearly used this space all the time. I didn’t need to think hard to realize the owner of this den was the woman before me.
“Hey. Strip.”
“Y-Yes…??”
“Ah, fuck. Can’t you understand simple words? I said strip.”
“No, why all of a sudden… I mean, why should I…”
“Fuck. You’re the rag that enrolled through the Male Hunter Service Special Admission, aren’t you? What the hell, acting all high and mighty and pretending you don’t know?”
“…”
“If you don’t want to get beaten, take your clothes off. Or should I spread the rumor to the whole class? Tell them a Male Hunter Service Special Admission student enrolled?”
Fucking bitch. Was this really a teacher?
“I was walking around near the Discipline Department yesterday and heard some fucking nice information. After several years, a male rag whore had finally enrolled through the Male Hunter Service Special Admission. So yesterday I bought expensive liquor for the homeroom teachers of the classes in front and behind ours, feeding them until I managed to pull every male student into our class. Of course there was still a chance the rag wouldn’t be assigned to me… but I had to raise the odds at least. But fuck—the second I took my top off, there was one guy staring with real interest. While all the other boys were turning away in embarrassment. So who was it? You, you cute little thing?”
Fuck. It’s me.
“Ah, hurry up and take your clothes off. Fuck, do you want to be eaten by me alone, or do you want the rumor to spread so the whole class uses you as a public cumrag all day long? If it spreads in our class, you know it’ll be all over the school the same day, right? Hey, good things are good things, so choose wisely. The last student who took the Male Hunter Service Special Admission a few years ago couldn’t endure it and jumped off the roof. He had to act as the entire student body’s toilet without being able to rest even once. You want to end up like him? Or will you just serve me?”
When I kept hesitating, the delinquent blonde teacher spelled out exactly what would happen if I disobeyed her. But I was still calculating. Which option would benefit a worthless toy like me more? While I was racking my brain, the waiting blonde delinquent teacher got annoyed and took a belly-punching stance. I knew it was a belly-punch stance because… you learn after getting hit enough times…. Fuck… I never wanted to learn it.
“…H-Hiiik… D-Don’t hit me, please… I-I’ll strip. I’ll take them off, okay?”
“…Hoo, hey. Why are you so scared? You were like that earlier too. The second I even motion like I’m going to hit you, you shrink up like that? With an attitude like yours, how are you supposed to be a hunter… Ah, fuck. That’s right. You’re the Male Hunter Service Special Admission. Keke. Fuck, yeah. All you need to do is scare easily, spread your legs nicely, and get that dick hard on command.”
I peeled off my academy uniform piece by piece. Every time I removed something, the topless blonde gyaru beauty let out hot breaths through her nose. Fuck, thinking about it now—this thoughtless airhead had been walking around the school hallways half-naked and had come all the way to this old building. She really was a crazy bitch. Fuck, why didn’t this academy have a single normal woman?
I eventually stood there completely naked. The blonde delinquent slacker teacher was surprised by my ridiculously large cock. She kept letting out gasps of admiration, then pulled out her smartphone and started taking pictures. Because a beauty was staring at it, I got a little hard; she was even more amazed and began fondling it. Then she carefully examined my bruised abdomen. Fuck. That Lee Jieun bitch. How hard had she beaten me for the bruises to still be this bad? The delinquent teacher slowly stroked the bruised area. But gradually her touch grew rougher. It hurt and felt uncomfortable, so I tried to twist away, and she suddenly slammed a hard belly punch into me.
“…Keuk! W-Why…. W-What for…?”
“From my long experience, rags like you need to be beaten right at the start so you learn your place. Hm, about three more… No. Let’s make it five. Hey, stand up straight.”
“Ehhk… W-Why…. Keuk! Kek! Keheuk! S-Save me, please…”
“Hey, two more left. Stand straight.”
“…Kahuk! Keok! Huk, heouk, heuk…, heuk heuk…”
Tears and snot poured down my face as I collapsed to the floor and buried my head against it. She had hit my solar plexus dead-on; I couldn’t even breathe properly. Fucking bitch. Filthy bitch. But I could never let those words leave my mouth.
“Hey. Suck it.”
She dropped her pants, slid her panties down, and shoved her pussy toward me. A thick, messy bush of golden pubic hair covered it. I had thought she was a dyed blonde delinquent, but seeing that even her pubic hair was bright golden yellow, it seemed her hair color was natural.
“If you don’t crawl over here in three seconds, I’ll add ten more belly punches.”
“…He, heuk, I-I’m coming…”
My legs had no strength left, so I frantically crawled across the floor and hurried to her pussy. Then I sucked on it with everything I had, trying to make it feel as good as possible. The blonde gyaru delinquent slacker bitch who had introduced herself as Park Hyeji grabbed my head and shoved me even deeper into her crotch. I liked that the fluid flowing from her pussy was sweet and fragrant… and I was genuinely impressed that her juices tasted and smelled like sweet lemonade as I licked them eagerly. Still, fuck—doing it while getting beaten felt like shit. I would have licked her without the beating, but every single one of these bitches was the same…