Chapter 741
Chapter 741
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 741
Chapter Title: Academy's Savior
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She sat across from me, her face tense. As I set a serious tone, she matched it, her expression growing grave.
"Teacher. Please watch this video."
I placed the smartphone on the desk and hit play.
Her face drained of color as she watched.
The footage I showed captured Yoon Hee-jeong transforming into the Back Alley Jewel in a dim alley. A massive black robe draped over her, her face masked—it was all perfectly recorded. She already had her eye makeup on, but identifying her as Yoon Hee-jeong from the screen was no challenge.
"Last time, you swore you weren't the Back Alley Jewel. You lied to me, didn't you? I'm... deeply disappointed. Especially since I believe trust is everything in our teacher-student relationship..."
"This... how did you get this video..."
How? I'd secretly installed CCTV all around the academy grounds, of course. She might look unassuming, but she's an A-rank Hero. Tailing her unnoticed was impossible, so CCTV it was. The discreet, naturally placed cameras were tough to detect even with senses.
'Without something like my spatial teleport ability, she'd have to leave the academy to head to the back alleys.'
Changing in the dorms was out—barriers everywhere, plus blatant CCTV at the entrances and nearby.
Changing at the back-alley business spot was risky too. There was a people-free route, but if anyone spotted her entering, it was game over.
She'd exited the academy, gone to a moldy, forgotten corner no one passed even once a day, donned the robe there, and headed to her spot via a secret path only she used. No obvious moves.
"No excuses?"
Yoon Hee-jeong tore her eyes from the screen and looked at me. The usual calm composure was gone. She looked possessed, betrayed by a trusted friend.
"If I make excuses, will you believe me?"
"If your excuse is brilliant enough to turn this ironclad evidence to trash, sure."
"C-Cosplay! I was cosplaying as the Back Alley Jewel!"
"Heh heh heh!"
"......"
At my laughter, Yoon Hee-jeong hung her head. Her ears turned scarlet. Even she knew it was a laughable excuse.
"Teacher. Be honest."
"......Right. I'm the Back Alley Jewel."
"Why lie to me?"
"......I couldn't let it get out. You know academy teachers can't have side gigs. Get caught, and you're fired on the spot... then dragged off by the association."
"Did you have to take a side gig?"
"Sigh. Without it, how else pay off the debt? Fifty billion annual salary's huge, but my debt's bigger. Interest alone's sixty billion. No side gig, no cash. You're the creditor—you get it."
"Yes. I understand. You were trying to pay it back."
Color returned to her ashen face at my words. She figured I wouldn't report her.
"Thanks for understanding. Rumors about the Back Alley Jewel are spreading, income's up. Might clear it in twenty years. So just play dumb. You just collect the money, right?"
Right.
From a normal creditor's view, nothing bad about it. Steady payments? Accommodate her. The Hero Association left her alone for the same reason. No need to gut the golden goose.
But I wasn't a normal creditor. I acquired the debt for one reason: to claim Yoon Hee-jeong completely.
"Teacher, you don't know me at all. Just the money? If that was it, I wouldn't have bothered with the bond transfer."
"......Then why...?"
"Bond makes debtor-creditor crystal clear. And debt's a nice leash."
I shrugged off my uniform jacket, set it aside, and started unbuttoning my shirt. Yoon Hee-jeong's eyes shook violently.
"Wh-what? Why undress all sudden? Hot? I'll kill the AC..."
"Teacher, the bond lists your parents as joint guarantors. You default, they eat the debt."
"You wouldn't..."
Her body trembled. But I held the power here. Snap and kill me in rage? This was inside the academy. Aftermath made it impossible. She knew I wasn't that weak—and who backed me.
Caught, her only play: submit.
"Teacher, can't pay? I'll drag your parents to the mines. Squeeze every won by any means. They'll live worse than hell, but can't be helped. Can't eat a two-hundred-billion loss. You know how big that is."
I lounged back arrogantly. Legs splayed wide, back sunk into the sofa, arms stretched along the backrest.
Savored her plummeting expression. Even sweaty and shadowed, a beauty's a beauty.
"What... do you want from me...?"
Solid proof.
Irreplaceable hostage.
"Heh. Need me to spell it out? You already know."
Her eyes welled with tears. Catharsis welled from deep inside. Yoon Hee-jeong was my fucktoy now.
"Strip."
"No... not this... Yu-jin. I can pay it off in time. I'm your teacher, you're my student. This is wrong... please, Yu-jin..."
She gazed with her last shred of hope. I answered with a sneer.
"Gonna make me repeat? Your life's done. Strip. Ignore me again... you're no teacher anymore."
"...Hic."
Yoon Hee-jeong rose. Trembling hands slowly peeled off her clothes. I didn't rush. She'd end up naked anyway. Enjoying the show? Sure.
Jacket off. White blouse clung revealingly. Massive tits stretched it taut, no wrinkles. Crimson areola peeked just over the bra.
"Heh. Killer rack. G-cup, right? Can't fool these eyes."
"......"
"Hey, Teacher Yoon. Answer me."
"G... G-cup..."
She clutched her chest with both hands. Too big to fully cover.
"Keep going."
"......"
Buttons came undone one by one. I locked eyes on her tits. Plump mounds trapped in pink lingerie.
Top off, she fidgeted under my gaze, hand going to skirt instead of bra. Slowly slid off the suit skirt. Panties matched—pink—with pantyhose up to her navel.
I raked her body top to bottom. Flab clung to arms, thighs, sides, ass. Not ugly—sexier, even.
Plain underwear, no frills, pure function. But her curves made it erotic.
"What're you waiting for? Bra off."
"Ah, can't we stop here..."
"Stop? We haven't started. Hurry and free those tits."
"......"
Yoon Hee-jeong reached back. Unhooking the bra.
Click.
Bra loosened. Tits, propped by it, jiggled and sagged a touch.
She shed it fully. Crimson nipples, huge as the areolas they'd hid behind, emerged.
'Dick's throbbing, pants tight.'
I stripped bottoms, sat naked on the sofa. Still arrogant pose. Precum beaded on the swollen tip.
"......!"
Yoon Hee-jeong's eyes flew wide at my cock, then squeezed shut. Virgin reaction, despite her age. Felt even better.
"Teacher. Come here."
I crooked a finger. She glanced at the door—escape fantasy, or hoping rescue. Class over, though. Kids at clubs or out in town.
She shuffled over, slower than a slug.
"Sit."
"...How far... how far you planning...?"
"Need me to say it? No bullshit. Sit."
She perched on my right. Hand on her shoulder, yanked her close.
Jiggle.
Tits swayed. Up close, magnificent. Heavy globes defied gravity just enough, nipples lewdly oversized. Suck 'em, half your mouth's nipple.
"Mm. You even smell good, Teacher."
"......Get it over with quick. Unlike you, I got shit to do."
Voice weak. No fight left—no escape. Her sharp, serene eyes clouded like fog. I reached for those perfect tits... held back.
"Teacher. On second thought, maybe I was too harsh."
"Realizing that now?"
She shot back, incredulous.
"Better late than never, right?"
"......So we're done here? Smart thinking. We can go back to normal teacher-student."
"What bullshit. Normal? With your debt? Never."
"......"
"I'm giving you a shot. We bet. You win, I never touch you again. I win, you give up—become my fucktoy."
She swallowed hard. Couldn't pass it up. Her one shot to break free.
"What kinda bet?"
"Kiss for ten minutes. Then check your pussy. One drop wet from excitement? I win. Bone-dry? You win. Simple, yeah?"
Her face blazed at the crude words. No objection, though. Pointless.
"......Ten's too long."
"Too long...? Bull. You don't even like me—hate me, probably. Kiss a hated guy ten minutes and get soaked? I'm at a disadvantage."
"K-Kissing's my weakness."
I snickered. Her desperation was hilarious.
"...Hah. Still don't like me, huh? What, you get off on kissing guys you hate? Masochistic slut?"
"Y-Yes! Kissing someone I hate turns me into a slut. S-So ten minutes is too unfair for me."
I curled my lip. Planned to cut it short anyway. Didn't expect her to push.
"Sigh. Never pegged my homeroom teacher for such a horny bitch. Fine, half it—five minutes. Better?"
"...Three?"
"Three's pushing it. Makes it my raw deal. Unless you sweet-talk me, no dice."
She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them. Forced a smile. Red lips quivered like they'd shatter.
"M-Master. Please... just once... show mercy. Master...!"
Awkward flirt. Face control failed. But sly—hands subtly thrusting out those massive tits. My dick twitched.
"Heh. If my teacher wants it that bad, gotta respect her as her student. Bet's three minutes."