Quantum Mechanics Professor Kim Haeun (1)
I step outside the door first and switch the nameplate to Out.
Out in the hall, Eunji's standing there with wireless earbuds in, fidgeting her feet impatiently.
"Eunji, come on in."
"You sure it's okay? This isn't even my department..."
"It's cold out there. This might take a while, so just come inside."
"Okay, if you say so, I'll come in with you."
I open the door and let Eunji go in first.
The moment she says, "Excuse me," I lock the door behind us.
Eunji turns around in the pristine white office.
"Seongtae, the professor's just sitting there... her eyes are all unfocused? Is she o..."
Before she can finish, I call out the keyword.
"Bunny is a cute girlfriend."
Eunji drops into hypnosis, so I leave her be for now.
First, I ask Professor Kim Haeun.
"Any CCTV in here?"
"No."
"Good. Then..."
I plop down on the spotless sofa, legs crossed— a far cry from my polite demeanor earlier. I take another slow look at her with her glasses off, mulling over the suggestions I'll plant.
Her grayish wavy hair, neatly groomed eyebrows, sharp eyes with a hint of blue in the irises, subtle dark circles underneath. Her lips, the ones that lecture on quantum mechanics to students, are a prim shade of red.
Spending all her time indoors has left her skin milky pale, but there's a healthy golden undertone since she got back from the States. I can tell she takes good care of herself.
I check the app. Age... 33. Hot MILF territory. Plenty of relationship experience...
She checks all the boxes.
Time to get started, then?
"Hmm, let's go with this this time. Professor, you won't care what I'm doing here. You won't question the woman in the room at all. She's like furniture—more precisely, just an onahole to help with my sexual relief."
"But for some reason, looking at me makes it hard to hold back your lust. You feel joy from everything I do and say."
"And you perceive yourself as just sitting on the sofa chatting with me. So you're comfortable, can't move, but you obey and comply with every command I give."
"Like how you explained that thesis earlier—be specific."
"When I clap, you'll remember the suggestions and continue our conversation as is."
I steady my breath.
"Yes. I won't notice whatever student Seongtae is doing... The woman is just furniture—no questions. Looking at student Seongtae makes it impossible to hold back my lust. I'm just comfortably sitting on the sofa chatting with student Seongtae. I obey all of student Seongtae's commands."
A male student enters my office, and for some reason, my head goes foggy. But the sofa feels more comfortable than ever—I don't even want to get up.
The clap rings out, clearing my mind.
The student in front of me—Han Seongtae—comes into focus. There's some unfamiliar furniture next to him, but it doesn't feel off at all. Probably an onahole he brought.
I wonder briefly why he'd bring an onahole to my office, but my mind blanks, and I stop caring.
Seongtae speaks up.
"Professor, professor—you look tired."
"Ah, I've been having trouble sleeping lately. Sitting on the sofa made me doze off for a sec. Where were we?"
"Hold on. Eunji, I'm gonna take my dick out, so wrap your throat around it nice and warm."
"Got it. I'll wrap my throat around it."
Is the onahole named Eunji? Naming furniture—odd guy, I think fleetingly.
Seongtae drops his pants in my office, but I don't question it. Still, I can't help being shocked inside by the massive length. Bigger than Jake, that guy I hooked up with briefly during my time studying in the States.
Is that size even possible for an Asian? Even in America, that's something to brag about.
I almost complain about his dirty dick touching my sofa, but it fades. I just sink into the sofa and watch.
The onahole called Eunji opens wide and swallows that hose-like cock in one go. Impressive.
A faint sexual urge stirs in me—I want to do that too—but sucking dick during office hours? No self-respecting professor would.
Seongtae looks plenty satisfied.
"Ahh, Eunji's throat feels great. So warm and snug. Breathe through your nose, Eunji? You're staying like this while we talk."
"Mmph... mmngh."
She's probably trying to say "yeah," but with her throat stuffed full, it's obvious she can't speak.
The onahole named Eunji looks choked at first, drool pooling on my spotless office floor.
True to its purpose, it clings perfectly to his shape, looking comfy like they've merged into one.
More like a dick warmer than anything for getting off.
"Nice and toasty now."
Seongtae grins, all set.
"Professor—no, from now on, call me Haeun?"
"Sure, call me Haeun. What should I call you, Seongtae? Whatever's comfortable."
I'm 33, and this kid around my age calls me by name, talks casual—irritation flares up oddly.
But it flickers out like a spent match.
"You? Master feels lame... Hmm, just Seongtae it is."
"Got it. Seongtae from now on."
"Seongtae, so anyway—like we were saying, no interest in joining the lab?"
"Hmm... lab? But inviting a student means stripping first and doing dogeza, right? Basic manners."
"Huh? Did I do something rude to you, Seongtae?"
"Yeah, to recruit a student, you start by stripping and dogeza. Isn't that standard?"
I'd somehow forgotten. As a new professor, I didn't even know basic etiquette. Shame floods me.
"Ah, sorry. First time, got flustered... Didn't even greet you properly when you came in, just asked if you wanted to join. Apologies for the rudeness."
"Words are cheap—show me with actions."
To apologize, I neatly fold and remove my navy blazer. Next, stockings—but,
"Shirt first."
He's kindly teaching me manners. I'm such an idiot. Spent my life buried in books, clueless about basics.
I unbutton the shirt as instructed.
Pop, pop, pop.
Shirt off and folded—exposing the chest I'm quietly proud of, and my bra.
"Whoa, pink bra? Not very professor-like—kinda cute."
"Yeah... I like pink, embarrassing as it is."
My computer wallpaper's a pink character, desk full of pink knick-knacks. Private tastes I hide from students, but I can't defy Seongtae.
"Eunji, now bob your head up and down slow."
The Eunji onahole starts moving. Obedient tech these days.
Watching it suck his long dick, my face heats up, breath quickens.
"What? Not undressing more? Panties are pink too."
"Ah, sorry. Got distracted watching you."
"This? Wanna do it too?"
"A little..."
"Later. Apologize first."
"Yes, Seongtae."
Bra still on, I slide off the navy skirt, then stockings.
Suddenly in underwear in my office—but unavoidable for an apology.
"All off."
"Yes."
Like at home, I slip one bra strap down, then the other, removing it.
Sway.
Just pink panties left.
"Panties next."
"Okay."
I slide them down my legs—now fully nude in my office. Slight fear other students might come.
Blinds are down, just Seongtae and the onahole—but shame creeps in.
"Whoa, bushy down there... Have Seoyeon shave it later."
"Seoyeon? Who's that?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Okay."
"Time to apologize properly?"
"Yes."
I try to stand, but can't leave the sofa.
"Right, can't get up from the sofa. Now you can move around the room."
His words free me—I lift my butt and stand.
"Here goes."
I don't really know dogeza. Vague memory of yakuza in Japanese movies—hands together like prayer, bowing deeply to Seongtae.
Won't notice. Just bow like prayer. Kim Haeun.
I bow politely.
"Sorry for the rudeness earlier. Any interest in the lab?"
Head to the floor, can't see him, but he speaks.
"Kukuku, professor doesn't know dogeza? Ass up first."
Embarrassing. Humiliating. Adult who can't even beg properly...
I raise my ass as high as possible.
"Upper body down till your tits are sticky rice cakes. Tsk tsk. What's wrong with you, professor?"
I lower further—curves exposed like Pilates pose. Breasts flatten against the floor.
From behind, a 33-year-old woman grovels submissively to a 24-year-old guy...
But I'm happy.
I'm thrilled to learn proper begging from Seongtae.
"Seongtae-nim. Will you join our lab? And I apologize for my rudeness."
I ask as politely as possible. "Seongtae-nim" slips out.
He plants a foot on my head—heavy. Then,
"Hmm... that's tricky. How about you research my paper instead."
"Huh? Sure, I'll do that."
So happy...
Feels like becoming his student, but I don't mind. Helping with his research is my duty. Bliss washes over me. Naked dogeza, foot on head—none of it bothers me.
"Good. Now kneel beside me for our chat."
"Yes."
I lift my head—the Eunji onahole still dutifully throating his dick.
Slurp, slurp, lick, mmph.
Just from naked dogeza, shame surges. Looking at him, my body heats up.
Am I a perv? Why...?
I kneel beside him, waiting for him to speak. My pussy's already wet.
Wanna lick it like that...♡
My pink nipples perk up.
"Haang♡"
A moan escapes.
He's grabbed my pink nipple and breast.
Watching him relieve himself, naked apology dogeza—shame and embarrassment make me feel perverted.
Love juices trickle between my thighs, body burning. Drool and fluids scent the room with lewd female musk over the usual air freshener.
Only one woman in here—me...
"Nice rack. What cup?"
"I only study, no idea. Friend said full B to C."
Squish, squish.
He gropes like appraising.
"C feels right. Good texture. Smaller than Ayoung's?"
Other names keep coming, but per orders, no questions.
Slurp, slurp, mmph, glurk.
Other woman? No—first time seeing an onahole suck dick. Excitement builds.
Am I a perv after all?
Seongtae's just casually handling his needs in my office...
"Hey, you're drooling. Wipe it."
"Slurp—sorry. So, how should I research?"
"Research later. You wanna suck dick right now?"
"Yeah... honestly, yes. I wanna suck."
I blurt it honestly. Words I'd never say normally. Weird. Seongtae orders Eunji.
"Eunji, that's enough. Lick Haeun's pussy. Gotta bust one more today."
Then me.
"What? Cold. We need to talk, so lie on the sofa, lick my dick, get your pussy serviced by Eunji. Got it?"
I lie on the L-shaped sofa, legs spread for Eunji, licking his dick as I speak.
"Haang♡"
Eunji's tongue slips in—small moan. Feels too good. Don't care if sofa gets dirty.
"Lick—Seongtae, this onahole's top-notch."
"Told ya. Eunji sucks good."
So here I am in my office: serviced by Eunji, licking Seongtae's dick.
"Haa—so what next?"
"Check my paper for research angles. How to control brains—can't say it outright, so frame as neuron network study. Nudge smart students subtly."
"Bonus if we experiment on rats. Got funding, right? Recruit some testers."
"Got it. Will do."
"And get 'For Einstein' professor steering research that way too. You control the students' leashes. Never mention me."
"Yes, won't mention you."
"Purely your sudden interest—recommend to others. No citing my paper. Clear?"
"Yes, got it."