What Were We Talking About Just Now?
It had been a long time since I’d had this much fun.
Harin was back after a whole week, and our fake teacher turned out to be a far more entertaining bitch than the nameless woman I’d fucked just recently.
Watching an older woman do animal imitations, her self-esteem shattered as she sniveled and broke down, was so entertaining that we ended up going all night. In the end we even did this.
“Kimchi.”
“Kimchiii~♡”
“Oinkmu~♡”
A photo of the two of them glued to my cock, kissing my balls.
It looked so stupid I didn’t keep it myself. Harin saved it, then ordered the fake teacher to set it as her phone wallpaper.
“Change it without permission and you’re getting punished.”
“Huhu… hi… haa… ah… okay…”
Once the fun debauchery was over we downed water and energy drinks and caught our breath for a moment. Then, as if they’d planned it, they took turns heading into the shower. Exhaustion must have hit its peak—Harin was already swaying, tongue lolling out, the sound of her scrubbing her teeth and tongue rough and wet. While the teacher went in next I rolled around on the sheets soaked in cock juice and pussy fluids. The second I tried to go in myself, Harin—who’d already washed—followed right after me. Even worn out she was still that devoted. It was almost scary.
And after that…
After… that…?
…Dizzy.
I can’t remember clearly.
Maybe the three of us just flopped around on the floor like robots with dead batteries until early morning finally arrived. I’d prepared drinks before we checked into the hotel, which was lucky. Looking out the window, the sun was already a bright yellow. When I flicked on my phone to check the time it was stuffed full of idiotic videos and photos, ruined like I’d been on drugs.
“…We’ve got major classes today. Skipping the first one’s gonna fuck us, right?”
“Uuung… can’t we just skip~? It’s not like we’re taking college seriously anyway…”
…Yeah, that was it.
But since we were doing the college thing I wanted to stay busy. While I was pouting about it the fake one got up first and started fumbling into her suit.
“I’ve got classes today too, and I stayed up all night with you two… ugh, these are yesterday’s clothes…! The other teachers are going to look at me weird, aren’t they…?!”
I wondered how long she planned to keep acting like a real teacher.
She wasn’t even the real one.
“Hey. Hey, Harin, get up, you idiot. We’re leaving too.”
“Muuuu… are we really going?”
“Teacher’s heading out, so we should leave together. Let’s grab coffee or food outside and clear our heads. Huh? Hurry the fuck up.”
“Nyeiiiiiing……”
Harin made a displeased noise, but she gathered my clothes first before changing herself. Come to think of it, we were still in yesterday’s outfits too. We wouldn’t run into any seniors right away, but there was that bitch who always looked at Harin like she was trash. I worried she might pick a fight.
Harin can handle herself, but emotional fights are still a bit…
I felt a little proud of myself for worrying like an actual boyfriend. We barely made a sound as we left. Down the love-hotel corridor, into the elevator, riding down in a daze—the fake teacher fidgeted the whole way while Harin still looked half-asleep and yawned.
“You remember the hotel fee?”
“Y-yes… I’ll pay, so don’t worry. Teacher’s not an idiot, you know? Even after what we did yesterday I remember that much.”
“Just in case, apologize for the corridor thing yesterday. Bow your head and say you’re sorry for running around with your pussy out in the hallway.”
“…Yes.”
She didn’t refuse even that anymore.
Maybe she’d finally realized what she was supposed to do as a sex partner—or a cock house.
“Excuse me… yes, the, um, hotel fee and… yesterday in the corridor… yes yes yes… yes… I’m sorry…”
Sure enough, the moment we hit the first floor the fake teacher dashed ahead to the part-timer peeking through the little window and apologized. The worker looked like a young guy. Starting from the naked dash she’d made for play yesterday, she bowed her head in the crude wording I’d ordered—“I’m sorry for running around with my pussy out in the corridor”—and paid the lodging fee. When it was done she came running back to me with a bright-red face. Just seeing that was enough to guarantee nothing would sour my mood for the rest of the day.
“What’d he say?”
“That this isn’t that kind of place… his mouth corners were twitching like he was smiling, so it was embarrassing…”
“Must’ve been hilarious. Some crazy bitch naked and sprinting down the hall in the middle of the night, then she comes back to apologize.”
“Not enough that I fucked my student, I did that too… and made a scene in a place like this… haa…”
She really did look tormented—clutching her own head, trembling for a second, then exhaling and snapping back to normal.
I had no idea how long she’d keep this concept going, but it was fun, so I figured I’d just leave it alone.
“Alright then. Teacher’s grabbing a taxi to school, so…… here……”
“What?”
“Yesterday and today… fuck money…”
Why the hell was I receiving fuck money from a woman?
Through blurry eyes I made out seven 50,000-won bills.
If you thought of it as money a woman got for selling her body it was cheap; if you thought of it as a man selling his it was way too expensive. An awkward amount either way.
“Sorry to rush you, but take it quick? Standing here holding out cash in front of a hotel is… professionally awkward…”
I couldn’t see ahead, but the presence of people told me plenty were coming and going. This was a hotel district; at this hour everyone was checking out, so it was probably packed. The smells stabbing my nose, the restaurants that had opened just to catch people leaving the hotels—I could feel them scattered around.
Come to think of it, Teacher didn’t leave alone. All the sex partners Harin brought before vanished without even looking me in the face twice.
As always, Harin answered the question in my head.
“Teacher likes Juwon, so I’m promoting her from sex partner to furniture.”
Furniture?
What furniture?
Like a fridge or something?
“You actual crazy bitch. Calling a person furniture? She’s not even a slave.”
“Sorry… I didn’t explain yesterday, right? Furniture is exactly what the name says. Girls we don’t use once and throw away—ones we call often? So I didn’t send her straight home; I wanted her to greet you properly. Teacher seems to like Juwon’s cock, and she probably can’t escape now. Plus I’ve got stamina limits, so the more furniture there is to help Juwon the better…… I mean, your body’s messed up, right? Right now it’s just the eyes and arm, but who knows what else might go……”
Scary way to put it…
So instead of slave, she was treating her as furniture…
“Teacher?”
“Yes… starting today, Hye-yeon is becoming Juwon’s sex partner… Call me anytime. Whenever you need a debauchery show like yesterday, or a bidet… or if moving around is hard, or you need money—call me whenever you want…”
At Harin’s prodding she bowed politely right there in front of the hotel. Since I still hadn’t taken the money, she kept her head deeply lowered while holding out the bundle of bills. The surrounding stares sharpened like needles.
“Teacher. If someone asks whether you have a boyfriend, how are you going to answer?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend, but I met a sex partner whose chemistry is great and I’m busy doing all sorts of things for him, so I don’t have time—that’s what I’ll say.”
“Reputation can tank for all I care, so you’ll be honest, right? You’re not going to get embarrassed telling people you’re supporting Juwon?”
“Absolutely not. If anyone asks what kind of sex partner, I’ll honestly talk about our student whose body isn’t well.”
“Until when?”
“Until this woman’s expiration date runs out, of course I’ll serve.”
“You’re learning so well~! I’ve introduced plenty of girls, but Teacher’s the only one who got the OK, so take good care of him!”
“Naturally. I’m your teacher. Even after graduation, looking after my student is my job.”
At this point the side that accepted the offer also felt like a crazy bitch, and it gave me chills.
More than that, the constant “Teacher, Teacher” was starting to make my head hurt…
Don’t tell me…
“Harin, you didn’t actually bring the real Hye-yeon Teacher—”
“Eit☆”
A phone screen came into view.
It was pink.
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Ah. Right, I need to take the money.
Night was over; keeping her embarrassed forever would be weird.
“Three hundred fifty thousand… isn’t that a lot? Is a regular teacher supposed to hand over this much?”
“Because I’m a teacher.”
“What, is this actually okay?”
“I’ve been saving diligently, so relax. I won’t tribute enough to wreck my own life, so when I give it, take it with a clear conscience.”
Was that really fine?
Well, if it was the Hye-yeon Teacher I remembered, of course it would be fine…
“You were bawling while doing that shit last night and now you’re already wearing the iron mask.”
“The only people who get to see that filthy face and those filthy actions are you two. Work mode is back on, so both of you need to act normal at school too.”
Hye-yeon Teacher pushed her glasses up and smiled bluntly again.
I’d treated that face like a bidet.
I already wanted to do it again; it was making me itch.
“We’re going to eat here before we leave, but Teacher’s grabbing a taxi right away? Declaring it like we taught you was good, but since we already met up, eating together would be nice.”
“There’s an early faculty meeting today. I still have time, but it’s better if I go ahead and prepare…”
“…Shouldn’t prioritizing Juwon be normal?”
“That’s…”
I didn’t think she needed to go that far, so I started to reach out, but she shook her head.
“Maybe… this is the first time I’ve fallen this low, so I didn’t know my place.”
“Teacher?”
“Let’s go inside. Meetings can be handled just fine if you match them appropriately.”
I’d thought this bitch had finally sobered up once we left the hotel, but she just casually spat out something insane.
Was a working adult even allowed to talk like that?
“What do you two want?”
“Hangover soup.”
“Hangover soup.”
“…Why?”
“My throat’s all rough from the semen… u, like it’s rising back up…”
“…I just… want to melt it a little.”
Pretty desperate reasons.
“That bad?”
“When semen hardens inside your throat it’s kind of hard…”
“Really, even gargling barely gets it out…”
That severe, huh.
Encouraged by their opinions we headed for a place that sold hangover soup.
Even at this early hour all kinds of voices floated around…
People who’d crawled in drunk, people who looked like they’d played at a hotel the same way we had, exhausted voices of people who’d worked late and come to fill their stomachs. The ones in the entertainment industry mostly finished eating in tired tones and headed straight home.
“Uheuuu… ah… ahaaa~!”
“Euuuuuung~!”
And in the middle of all that, two beauties leading one disabled guy and gulping down hangover soup. Normally they wouldn’t fit a place like this, but today was different. Every time the hot broth went down, the sound of their throats easing was pleasant in my ears.
“Hu, I can finally live a little… I was hungry and my throat was raw and it was hard… hehe…”
“If I eat I’ll get sleepy in the meeting… but I also can’t walk around smelling like semen from the back of my throat… haa…”
They kept laying out increasingly earnest complaints while simple conversation continued.
A calm stretch of time that made it hard to believe yesterday’s events had even happened.
Whether the college entrance ceremony was over, whether the two of them were living together, when we’d meet next, checking Hye-yeon Teacher’s schedule—short bits of information went back and forth until suddenly an old story came up.
“You two were already famous as weird kids back then. The boy couldn’t see, and there were girls taking care of him—rumors even reached the faculty room of the affiliated middle school…”
“Us? Eh, isn’t that a heartwarming story? Why did we get labeled weird kids?”
“It is heartwarming, but Harin, your parents were pushing hard and your grades already had you locked into an In-Seoul med school, right? Personality good, evaluations good, every teacher adored you… anyone looking could tell you were a prize catch, so everyone was happy. Then out of nowhere you said you were going to attend to Juwon and enroll in this backwater place, and the faculty room flipped…… That’s why teachers even swarmed you, Juwon, right? ‘Can’t you persuade Harin somehow?’ Some of them said pretty harsh things, didn’t they?”
“Of course they did.”
“Wasn’t it severe?”
“You don’t even need to ask—it was fucking awful. They knew my eyes hurt, knew I needed help, and it wasn’t like they were telling me to break up with Harin, but the tone was ‘do you really have to make your girlfriend wait on you… she has a life that matches her effort, why insist on going together’… Harin was secretly listening next to me, her eyes flipped, and she went berserk—”
They’d been incredibly persistent.
Harin’s parents had pulled strings behind the scenes, sure, but most of the teachers had sincerely worried about Harin’s future, so the pressure that landed on me was enormous.
……But was that all?
No… there was more, right?
Something else had happened.
That had definitely been the trigger, but wasn’t there a bigger incident after that…?
“That thing where Harin went wild—someone covered for her, I remember… who was it again?”
“—Ut. Teacher.”
I set my spoon down and scratched my forehead. Harin’s voice had dropped low.
Even so, Teacher kept talking.
“Who, you ask? Those kids. The girls who went to the same elementary school as you and Harin and hung out together. The reason your couple got the ‘weird’ rumor was because five of you amicably waited on one person, so people started wondering if Harin was really dating you—”
Five?
Harin, me, and excluding the two of us… four more… more…
……There were?
“—Teacher.”
While I rubbed my forehead wondering if I’d ever had a memory like that, Harin’s voice grew even colder.
We’d just drunk something warm, yet the air felt colder than the inside of a fridge.
“Why all of a sudden? Did I say something strange? Ah, that time~! Don’t worry. The person herself might feel embarrassed, but Teacher doesn’t think it’s weird at all. I clearly remember Harin going berserk in the faculty room. You were screaming ‘I’m following Juwon, I’m following Juwon’ at the top of your lungs while the teachers tried to soothe and persuade you… and the kids who also said they’d follow Juwon—all four of them stuck right beside you taking your side……”
“Don’t say it.”
“Huh? What, why? Did you fight with them? No, even so the remaining four… I heard they followed Juwon into the same college just like you, Harin—”
“For real! You clueless fucking bitch!!”
The sudden loud voice pulled every gaze in the room.
“Huh?”
“Harin?”
The phone was held up again.
A pink glow filled my eyes and Hye-yeon Teacher’s.
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…Eh.
What were we talking about just now?