Reconciliation Affair Sex ♥
I was killing time with busywork when the staff room door suddenly burst open and the old director hag appeared. With a rather displeased look on her face, she called for me.
"Teacher Kang. Step outside for a moment."
I already knew why she was summoning me. Han Gyeowool must have arrived at the kindergarten. And she must have asked for me. Still, I deliberately tilted my head and played dumb.
Rising from my seat at her call, I asked,
"Yes, Director. Is something the matter?"
"You'll find out if you follow me. Nothing special happened over the weekend, I hope?"
"Pardon? Special how?"
"Oh, say… if you happened to offend Mrs. Han somehow. Something like that."
"……"
I deliberately stiffened my expression and pressed my lips shut. The director hag shot me a sidelong glance, but she didn't bother scolding me further. Whatever warning Han Gyeowool had given her, she simply led me in silence toward the reception room.
We reached our destination. The director knocked politely and announced,
"Madam, Teacher Kang is here."
A voice answered from beyond the door—uncharacteristically cautious for her.
—Come in.
The director turned the handle and gently pushed me forward by the small of my back.
"…Teacher Kang. You know better, right? Don't do anything foolish."
I ignored her completely and stepped quietly inside.
Seated in the place of honor was, of course, the Ice Queen herself—Han Gyeowool. She had clearly decided on an all-black palette for the day. Matte black high heels, leather high-waisted shorts that left her thighs completely bare, and over them a sheer turtleneck thin enough that her deep wine-colored lingerie showed through faintly. The woman radiated pure feminine allure as she sat with her legs crossed, watching me. The stark contrast between the black ensemble and her porcelain skin was almost obscenely sexy.
I kept every trace of admiration off my face and greeted her with nothing but professional courtesy.
"Good afternoon, Lia's mother. I was told you asked for me specifically."
Perhaps it was my dry gaze. The woman who had been sitting so haughtily flinched in open fluster. She had probably never seen me behave like this in her life. With slightly nervous eyes she asked,
"…I tried contacting you over the weekend. You must have been too busy to see it?"
The Queen's pressure: Why did you leave me on read? Ordinarily I would have bowed my head and apologized at once. This time I did no such thing. I offered no excuses and no roundabout explanations either. I simply answered with blunt honesty.
"No. I found it unpleasant, so I didn't answer. It was also outside work hours."
"…You deliberately ignored me?"
"Yes. After being treated like that, how was I supposed to pick up the phone? I'm not that thick-skinned."
She swallowed at my uncharacteristic retort. The complete reversal of my attitude itself made plain just how disappointed I had been. A moment later she crossed her legs the other way and spoke again. Her voice was quite serious.
"There's something I want to say to you first, Teacher Kang. I had no idea you had feelings for me. I only learned it that day when I heard you say it. I swear on heaven itself that is the absolute truth."
"……"
"And of course I never intended to mock you. The joke I made that day was because I was curious about your reaction. What would Teacher Kang do if I said something like that? There was a little bit of testing you in it as well."
"……"
I listened to her explanation in silence. She didn't wait for my reply either.
"At first I was very flustered. I never in my wildest dreams imagined you actually liked me. I had always treated you coldly, and besides—I'm a married woman. It simply never entered my mind."
"……"
"But when I heard it… honestly, it didn't feel bad. I was confused, yes, but deep down I was a little thrilled too."
"……"
"You've probably heard it at least once. That I'm a Show-Window Couple. From beginning to end it was a marriage made purely for business."
"……"
"Of course, since it's such an open secret, plenty of men have made advances. Athletes, businessmen, celebrities. The husband seat is taken, but the lover seat is still empty."
"……"
"Naturally those men aren't my type. Men weaker than me. Men who get intimidated by me. Men who constantly watch my mood. Men like that are just boring."
"……"
"But the other day something very interesting happened. A certain man tore into me right to my face. In the middle of my own house, no less. And over a misunderstanding of his own making, he painted me as the biggest bitch in the world."
"……"
"I just sat there listening, dumbfounded. Has this guy been taking drugs? It was so absurd I couldn't even get a word out. And while I was still processing it, the bastard just turned and left."
"……"
"I was irritated and angry. But before long I found myself laughing."
"……"
"Out of nowhere I started seeing him as a man. And his sincerity hit me. How deep must the sense of loss have been for that timid creature to insult me like that and walk away without even an apology? I became genuinely curious about that sincerity."
"……"
"So I came here. To clear up the misunderstanding… and to hear your true feelings."
"……"
"Teacher Kang. No—Juhyeok."
"……"
"What kind of woman am I to you? Answer me honestly."
Her long explanation ended. She smiled softly and asked the question, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of a young girl. Compared to her usual icy gaze, she might as well have been a different person. She was waiting for my answer. Her legs were crossed with casual elegance, yet her fists were clenched just a little too tightly. She was nervous, whether she meant to show it or not.
I slowly parted my lips and began to answer her question with pure, unadorned feeling.
"The truth is… I'm not a particularly decent human being. The Kang Juhyeok you've seen is nothing more than a carefully fabricated persona. In reality I'm a filthy bastard twisted full of every kind of perverted fantasy and warped lust."
"…Perverted fantasies? Warped lust?"
A strange flicker of anticipation crossed her eyes for an instant. Having already tasted another side of me through her dreams, Han Gyeowool was unconsciously hoping for that sadistic masculinity again. And I fully intended to meet that hope.
"You asked what kind of woman you are to me, didn't you?"
—Thud.
I took one step forward. I heard her swallow hard. Holding her gaze steadily, I advanced another step.
—Thud.
"You're a very wicked woman. Tempting people with that lewd body of yours, yet never even sparing a glance for the man standing right beside you. A cruel woman."
—Thud.
"So sometimes the frustration builds up inside me. How can I get this thorny woman into my hands? Can I be the one to pluck this lofty flower? I have some very wicked thoughts about it."
"…Stop. Don't come any closer. I warned you."
Her eyes trembled; her lips hesitated under the tension. Yet just beneath the surface, vulgar anticipation was gleaming. I paused for a moment and spoke.
"You said it yourself just now, didn't you? Boring men are no fun. If I stop here, I'll just be another boring man. What kind of incompetent male would let the prize right in front of him slip away because he's afraid of the consequences? Don't you agree?"
—Thud.
"…I-I told you not to come closer? I'll scream."
"If you really hate it, go ahead and scream. I'll just eat a little prison food and come back."
"…You think I won't? I'll really scream."
"Do it. Even so, I'm going to cross this line. Whether I can truly make Han Gyeowool my woman. Whether I have the right to claim her. I have to confirm it today."
Our breaths were nearly close enough to mingle. When I locked eyes with her from that distance, Han Gyeowool's face flushed rapidly. Her breathing quickened; her gaze grew hazy and deep. She swallowed hard and waited for my next move.
I gently reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The usual Han Gyeowool would never have allowed such a thing. Yet she simply froze, as meek as a girl in love. Her lips parted a few times as if to speak, but the dizzying proximity seemed to rob her of words.
I stroked her cheek. Strength left her body and she sank shyly back against the sofa. I naturally claimed the space above her, meeting her eyes. Flustered, she gave my shoulder a half-hearted push.
"…T-Teacher Kang. This really isn't right. If we stop now—"
"No. I'm not stopping. Do you know how long I've held back?"
"…I-I'm a married woman. No matter what, I have a husband—"
"I'll make you forget that husband of yours. I'm going to steal you and make you mine."
"…W-wait. Just a moment. Mmph! Mmmph!"
I tipped her chin up and sank my teeth into her plump lips. She clamped her mouth shut and resisted fiercely, yet she never once screamed. That was her private signal—begging me to handle her even more roughly.
I obliged at once. I seized both of her thrashing wrists and pinned them above her head, then focused again on the kiss.
"Mmmph! Mmph! Mmmph!"
She still refused to open her mouth, pretending to resist to the end. But when I gently stroked the line of her throat and breathed against her, the strength gradually left her lips.
"…Haa."
I did not miss that fleeting opening. I slid the tip of my tongue inside. Space opened in an instant; sticky saliva and tongues met. Once parted, her lips began to surrender to my violation as if in resignation. More precisely, the dense play of my tongue had already stripped away her will to resist.
Little by little she twined her tongue around mine, cooperating with my lewd seduction. Fully aware that this was adultery, she now willingly offered her lips. This was my first real-world kiss with Han Gyeowool. I tasted that sweet nectar and mixed our tongues with fierce hunger.
Before long no resistance remained in her arms at all. There was only a female melting in ecstasy beneath a male's violation. She and I greedily sought and indulged in each other without restraint. Our ragged breaths began to fill the reception room with heat.