Got Caught
Of course, it goes without saying, but "Teacher Yeon-woo Lee," who started working at the end of May, was the number one jerk-off material for the male re-takers at the cram school.
It's not a weird thing to say. These guys had just escaped high school and were diving into re-taker life, where adulthood felt like it was on hold. Naturally, they were developing sexual curiosity and attraction toward the opposite sex around them. As re-takers, they didn't have time for dating, and they had to watch their backs (though the ones who wanted to still did it). In short, there were too many constraints to satisfy their lust through relationships. But did that mean they had low sex drives? Absolutely not. If anything, they were at the peak of their physical prime, just hitting adulthood, so their libidos were raging even more than high schoolers'.
With libidos through the roof but jerking off as their only real outlet, it was inevitable. Just like soldiers or inmates isolated from society develop intense sexual urges, these guys—trapped in a similar bubble, enduring massive daily stress from studying—naturally wanted to relieve it through masturbation. And that's a hallmark of such isolated groups: skirts alone get them going. The bar for arousal is ridiculously low. A little bit of cleavage, and guys this age lose their minds, right?
But her tits were natural G-cups, waist a waspish 22 inches like an ant's, hips wide and ass plump... the epitome of overflowing estrogen, pure femininity, right there beside them? And her face wasn't just okay—it was top 1% territory.
'Ah... Teacher Yeon-woo...'
'Fuck... wanna shove my dick between those tits and titty-fuck her.'
'Shit, that bitch is so hot. Wanna fuck her brains out...!'
'Wanna cum in her mouth, you slut.'
'Her face is gorgeous... wanna kiss her...'
'She's shit at teaching but so fuckable I forgive her.'
Thoughts no guy would admit out loud, but every man harbors them in secret. Her question sessions drew long lines despite her answers being noticeably lower quality than other teachers', all because of her looks. And the title "teacher" itself stirred up a weird fetish, sexual fantasies in students.
But then—her Instagram got exposed a few days ago. Not just any Insta, but one where she hid her face and emphasized her body in the sluttiest way. No idea which grateful bastard did it (it was Cheol-gyu), but once it hit the major communities, the address spread like wildfire among the students.
The boys followed her outright, drooling with blatant lust, while the girls whispered gossip but followed out of curiosity anyway.
And this Teacher Yeon-woo, with her massive tits and ass on a slender, bony frame—a natural juicer incarnate—suddenly ramped up the exposure even more on an account where her face was already out there?
"Whoa, look at that waist. Insane. So fucking tiny."
"No filter, right?"
"Dude, we've seen her in person. Zero edits."
"She's a goddess. GodYeonwoo...!"
Tissue consumption skyrocketed among the students that day. And in clusters of guys hanging out, the filthy talk started leaking out.
The bolder ones went straight for it—
"Dude, I jerked off three times to her face pic last night. Thought I'd die."
"You maniac, lol... so trashy."
"What about you, then?"
"Fuck yeah, I did too, lmao."
Confessions like that flew openly. Of course, they wouldn't say it in front of Jin-woo or Cheol-gyu, but those two weren't around now.
After ogling Yeon-woo Lee's Instagram and sharing their sticky urges through dirty banter, the group headed to the PC bang via the first-floor entrance of the "Tower of Despair."
"Ah, hold up."
"What?"
"Lace broke. Go on ahead."
Kang Beom-geun's shoelace had come undone. While his friends chattered and headed up, he propped his foot on the curb by the entrance and retied it. And because of that—unlike his friends—he happened to catch someone emerging from the Rose Motel right next door.
"...Huh? Teacher Yeon-woo?"
It was unmistakable. Same outfit as her latest Insta post: thin white leggings that clung transparently, a bralette highlighting her slutty lower curves. But slick with sweat, the back of those sheer leggings was soaked through... flesh tones peeking subtly...
Fuck. So goddamn hot...
Beom-geun stared holes into her retreating ass, mouth half-open in a daze.
But she wasn't the only one exiting the motel.
"Noona, let's go."
"...Yeah."
A guy burst out, looking cozy with Teacher Yeon-woo. And that back... it looked familiar.
Instinctively, Beom-geun ducked into the building entrance, peeking out. That's... Cheol-gyu?
That Lee Cheol-gyu he'd always dismissed as bottom-tier... had his hand casually on Teacher Yeon-woo's tiny ant waist.
Of course, Beom-geun knew they were cousins. But...
Th-that makes it weirder...? Why are they coming out of a motel together...?
Logically, he figured it was a misunderstanding, but his instincts conjured lewd imaginings he couldn't shake.
What the...? Why do they look so intimate...?
Or more precisely, Cheol-gyu was clinging one-sidedly, but from Beom-geun's view of their backs, it was hard to tell.
He tracked them with his eyes until they rounded the corner and vanished. What the hell? For real? Cousins...?
What's really going on...?
Why were they leaving a motel in broad daylight? And why... with his cousin...?
A few minutes later, he shoved the tangled questions aside and headed up to the third-floor PC bang where his friends waited.
"What the hell, man? Why so late?"
"Huh? Oh... shit."
He brushed it off vaguely, sat down, and fired up his game. Naturally... he couldn't exactly share what he'd seen.
And even gaming with the others, he couldn't focus.
"Dude! What're you doing?! Can't use ult there, you die, and we're fucked?"
"Ah... s-sorry."
"You're off today, asshole. See some weird shit or what?"
"What?! N-no..."
Today... Cheol-gyu fucked me four times.
Once in the morning. Calling me to his room for sex with the whole family around... He's addicted to the thrill now, demanding it every day. I couldn't hold back my moans—not because he likes it, but because thrusting naturally stimulates you. But the bastard mocks me like, "Haha, my dick's got you moaning like a helpless slut lol," all smug. Then, "Try not making a fucking sound next time, psycho... Hey, from now on, bring your panties and stuff 'em in your mouth."
So he made me cram my panties in, filling my mouth. Ah... so humiliating, tears streaming, but my body... felt it again, moaning even muffled.
Then after Pilates, dragged to the motel again like yesterday, fucked once more. He teased my asshole like before, and this time—shlick—a knuckle of his finger slipped inside. Ah... nearly died from the pain. He didn't go deep fearing shit, but that dizzying spasm of my sphincter relaxing... never want to feel it again.
And as expected, forced to go to the academy no-panties. Even the skirt... mine was already short, but now he hands me a total ass-cleavage skirt. Bending even a little would flash everything—cold sweat just thinking about it. I resisted, but he forced it with threats of releasing the videos. Terrified he'd actually do it, I wore the micro-skirt to work... At least he let me wear panties as a compromise after I held firm. Small mercy. God knows what comes next...
Anyway, the teachers in the staff room, the students—they all seemed to stare at my legs and ass. Terrifying. What if he strips the panties too? My legs shook.
Then after lunch, around 4 PM, raped again. Dragged to that dusty warehouse. Ah... on the filth-covered floor, panties yanked down, doggied and creampied twice. Couldn't even clean up before back to the staff room...
...After four rounds with that fucker, my lower half itched all day... Kept getting wet, no clue what to do. Then evening, he orders me to masturbate in the academy bathroom, record it, and send. ...Ha. Forced by command, but I felt it so much I came hard. Ugh... And every hour, his texts demanding sneaky leg or ass pics via Kakao, masturbate on command, run over for service if he wants sex. Gets 20,000 won each time... that's the real humiliation. And tonight's OP too—how many fucks a day is that...? Feels like over 10 lately... Body's hypersensitive all day now, cumming from a touch even if I don't want to... Soaked in sex, a walking fleshlight. Like his insults—portable onahole. Sex toy. Me, reduced to a mere tool, not human... When does this end?
Today too, started the day dragged to Cheol-gyu's room for morning sex. As ordered, stuffed my own panties in my mouth from the start. Muffled the sounds, but thinking of myself as a sex slave being exploited... my pussy got so excited I squirted all over the floor.
Why does humiliation turn my body on more...?
"Knew it, noona's a maso pig slut lol," this goblin-tier loser spews, and I can't even retort...
And this monkey-goblin fuck... orders me to lick up my floor juices clean with my tongue. His commands are escalating beyond what I can handle—like trapped in a sinking ship's cabin, air pocket filling up. You know?
But I resisted that one... his face hardened. "Noona, I canceled no-panties yesterday 'cause you whined? Fuck, why you climbing back up? Thought one mercy meant you could negotiate? Go to the academy in ass-cleavage skirt, no panties, you cunt."
So I belatedly licked my filthy juices off the floor, begging... but he refused. Now after Pilates, wearing his ass-cleavage skirt that barely covers my ass cheeks, no panties to the academy... Fucker.
