Counseling with the Kindhearted Principal
Mabong Re-taker Cram School's principal, the 40-something Son In-su... was a total young fogey. It could be the positive kind, the sort who tries hard to stay youthful, but in reality, the negative side was stronger—his obsessive interest in women, especially younger, prettier ones than himself.
Of course, Son In-su was part of society's elite. A major asset holder. Owning a large cram school right in the heart of Seoul required more than average wealth, and given how these big academies churned out cash like a magic fountain, his liquid assets alone were enormous. His receding hairline was a complex, but it wasn't unreasonable for him to think his age and somewhat lackluster looks could be overcome with his capabilities. After all, his money made it easy enough to date young women.
His current girlfriend was even twenty years younger—a 30-something, a full 14 years his junior. That's what money could do.
Son In-su, that sleazy, horny 40-something uncle who'd lived that way his whole life... even he didn't dare lay a hand on Yeon-woo Lee directly. She's too damn pretty? Fuck... Ironically, it was because she was too perfectly beautiful. If she were looking for a sugar daddy, she'd easily command 10 million won a month with that face... no, that body could even land her as a chaebol heir's mistress. At 23, she was young as could be. No matter how rich he was, he lacked the confidence to win her over with money alone.
And the bigger reason? She'd been introduced as a relative of an acquaintance. The niece of Lee Yong-gu, the renowned OB-GYN who owned a massive hospital complex smack in Gangnam. With that kind of elite background and social prestige, he couldn't afford to act rashly, even if he wanted to.
So when she got hired through Yong-gu's introduction, he'd thought, Why would someone with that face do this job? Trying to be diligent? He'd treated her like a typical rich girl from a good family—too risky to touch.
But... What the fuck? Why... why the hell is she dressing like that all of a sudden?
Suddenly, Yeon-woo shows up. She'd always dressed to flaunt her figure a bit, but never to this extreme... and now she'd gone insane, wearing an outfit with exposure levels absolutely forbidden at the academy.
Having pegged her as a refined rich girl all this time, the shock hit him hard. But... Damn, it's turning me on... That shock diluted his caution toward her. In its place, his young-fogey instincts kicked in hard. A girl who wears something like that... must be a total slut to begin with, right? Maybe... I could make a move?
"...Hold onto the desk... and bend over a little?"
"...Pardon?"
The principal's instructions were a pose too much for "cram school promo model" photos. Turn around, grip the desk, arch your back. The kind of pose you'd see in some porn photoshoot.
What if this causes problems? Even Principal Son In-su felt a flicker of anxiety in his pupils as he gave the order.
"...Like this?"
But Yeon-woo assumed the pose as instructed.
===== 30 minutes earlier.
"J-Jin-woo, you really want me to go in this?"
"Yeah. I told you this morning. Punishment time."
Incredibly, the punishment stemmed from that morning's service... when I hadn't licked up the pussy juice I'd spilled on the floor with my tongue. I'd rebelled out of indignation at being treated like less than human... and now it had backfired into this as punishment.
The outfit he handed me at the motel. The string halter top was skimpy enough—fine for a summer beach, but at work, it exposed my entire back and plunged deep into my cleavage. And the white tight micro-skirt from god-knows-where... making me wear it no panties was straight-up insane.
It was the edge of total social ruin for me.
"N-No, I can't... H-How am I supposed to wear this with no panties?"
"Tch. So you're rebelling?"
"..."
"That's not it, right? No way."
"...N-No, it's not... B-But just this once... please reconsider..."
I begged desperately, but...
"No dice. You already got punished once."
He was adamant. And the real reason wasn't about discipline—it was crystal clear in his eyes: his perverted desire to see me working at the academy in a no-panties micro-skirt state.
"Heh heh... Tell me all about the teachers' reactions later when you're wearing that. Got it?"
"Ugh..."
...So I went to the staff room in the no-panties micro-skirt, mortified... and I was so flustered I barely remember how I ended up in the principal's office.
Why can't I remember? The skirt was so short that even a slight bend showed my ass cheeks—and no panties meant... yeah, my ass cheeks would show. But also... my pink pussy.
It was that dangerous a skirt. Not just short, but so tight it clung like a vice; one wrong move and it'd hike right up. And if that catastrophe happened in front of students? I'd be socially destroyed. Plummeting from the heights...
So—
"Hey! Isn't that Teacher Yeon-woo?"
"Huh? Whoa... insane."
"...Is that for real?"
"Whoa..."
"That skirt length... crazy..."
As I climbed the stairs, the whispers from surrounding students made my heart pound like it would burst from fear and shame. Sure, I'm a woman who sells sex... but that doesn't mean I can expose myself like this in public.
This place was crawling with over a hundred horny male re-takers. At first, the boys seemed shocked that their usual teacher had shown up in an ultra-short skirt.
"Dude, lean right and we might see her panties."
"Wanna check from behind?"
...But soon their whispers turned blatantly lewd, piercing my ears. So as I climbed, I desperately stretched one hand back to cover my ass, preventing any exposure.
Plus, with the tight skirt, I had to grip the hem with my other hand to stop it riding up. Hobbling awkwardly like that, I couldn't even run to the staff room despite wanting to escape. My mind raced, but I had to tiptoe carefully—the path felt endlessly long. Piercing glares of contempt from the girls, lecherous stares from the boys imagining filthy things... it felt like knives carving into me. Total panic. My head spun; I couldn't think straight.
And it wasn't just the students' stares. Whispers everywhere—
Sip sip sip—
Ah... all the students around me murmuring. Obscene catcalls aimed at me slipping through now and then, shredding my sanity.
I couldn't even meet other students' eyes, just stared down... steeped in shame, trudging that endless hallway with no end in sight.
"Noona?"
"...Huh?"
...Of all places, Jin-woo was right at the staff room entrance.
"...Why."
Probably asking why I was dressed like a whore, but the words wouldn't come out.
"I-It was urgent... s-sorry."
I don't even know what I stammered back as I bolted into the staff room. His bewildered expression as I brushed past... I couldn't bear to face it.
But even inside, I couldn't escape the male teachers' sticky gazes. They weren't as blatant as the boys, but amid their sidelong glances, I could almost hear their silent conversation...
So when the principal called me, it was almost a relief. Better one lecherous gaze than ten judgmental ones from the teachers.
I barely remember what we talked about, but suddenly he suggested photos... Ah, promo model. The conversation veered that way under that pretext, and in my half-panicked daze, I mechanically struck the poses he suggested.
...Until they turned into lewd ones that no one could call "cram school promo shots."
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"Hoo... hoo... Teacher Yeon-woo. Now... sit on the edge of the desk."
"Ah... okay."
So I did it half-mechanically, as ordered. A position impossible to pass off as promo material. He had me climb onto his desk, thighs fully exposed.
Then—oh shit!
I'm no panties right now...!
But it was too late. He hadn't said anything, but his expression said it all.
He saw. He definitely saw.
In my dizzy haze, I'd climbed up, and for that brief moment, my bare crotch—nothing there—had been exposed.
Caught... I hurriedly tugged my skirt down, crossing my legs to cover, but...
It was irreversible.
"...."
"...."
Above all, the bulging front of the principal's pants, camera in hand, proved it.
Ah. No going back now. Not some lunatic who'd show up to work—a place where students study—in a micro-skirt, no panties no less. I'd look like a total exposure freak.
Wh-What do I do? What the hell is this situation? How did it come to this? Tears welled up. What sin did I commit...?
Then, as I hung my head in shame, I felt the principal inching closer.
"Hoo... hoo... Teacher Yeon-woo..."
The repulsive tobacco breath of a 40-something man no sane woman would want—right in my face.
He sat right next to me on the desk... like a teacher consoling a student.
"Something wrong? Your face looks pale..."
But unlike a caring teacher, as he feigned concern, his fingertips slyly crept onto my shoulder, caressing its curve.
"Hm? Something up? Sudden change of heart... trying something new?"
"...Pardon? What do you mean...?"
I played dumb, mumbling some response, but...
"Haa... haa... no... your tastes have gotten... a bit wilder."
Already, his fingers pinched the hem of my skirt like tongs, hiking it up.
My bare groin, wearing nothing, was now fully exposed in the middle of the principal's office.