The Academy's Vixen, Yeon-woo Lee
July 26th, 8:30 AM.
'Ugh, more comparisons... Fuck, who the hell wants to suck at studying?'
Cheol-gyu wore a shit-eating grimace as he headed to the re-taker cram school with his cousin Jin-woo, having to listen to that crap first thing in the morning. Truth be told, his dad's strictness wasn't anything new. The director of a thriving women's specialty hospital, owning a 4-billion-won apartment right in the heart of Seoul—Director Lee Yong-gu was elite society through and through, and he had a burning desire to pass that status down to his own kids. It was the classic story, and Cheol-gyu had endured it for years. But ever since his cousins moved in, the nagging had evolved into direct comparisons—especially with his same-age cousin Lee Jin-woo—making it far more agonizing. Sure, the live-in cousins might've meant it as tough love to buck him up, but to the one hearing it, it was impossible not to feel pissed off no matter what.
He'd just hit adulthood, but with a mental age still stuck in puberty, Cheol-gyu felt like a crawfish being boiled alive.
"Hey, don't take Uncle's words so hard. He's just saying it 'cause he wants you to succeed. And your grades can go up anytime if you just try."
"Fuckin' easy for you to say. You wouldn't get it, you genius prick. Even math's stuck at a 4, what the hell am I supposed to do?"
"Bullshit. Me, a genius? I just work hard."
Aw, this wall-hole bastard. The biggest source of comparisons, the number-one cause of his stress—Jin-woo had no clue he was the problem and blithely defended Dad while obliviously rubbing salt in the wound. Cheol-gyu hated the sight of him at times like this. But truth be told, Jin-woo was also an essential shield for him. Just look at the half-joking greetings flying from his friends the moment they arrived.
"Yo, Hideyoshi's here."
"Fuck off. I told you not to call me that."
"Yeah yeah, Monkey-shit, can't hear ya, kekeke."
Lee Cheol-gyu's nickname was Toyotomi Hideyoshi, thanks to his monkey-like looks. Having been bullied for his appearance all through middle and high school, the complex-ridden Cheol-gyu hated getting teased even in re-taker cram school after graduation. But re-takers were adults in body only—their minds were still basically minors. Stuck in the cram school grind all day like high school seniors, adulthood hadn't fully sunk in.
"Cut it out, man."
"Fine, kekeke."
So when they crossed the line, Jin-woo stepped in to shut it down—that's why Cheol-gyu had to stick with him. Unlike the short, ugly, easy target that was Lee Cheol-gyu at 163cm, Lee Jin-woo was tall at 180cm with handsome looks—no one messed with him lightly.
Thanks to his cousin, Cheol-gyu brushed off the morning teasing, checked in, sat down, and started the pre-recorded lecture... but with his mind the way it was, focus was impossible on a good day, let alone now.
'Haa... fuck... I wanna touch it again! Driving me insane...!'
It was because of that insanely thrilling sex experience yesterday—catching a glimpse of his cousin sister's naked body by sheer luck, and this morning actually groping her real ass, her actual ass. (Not full-on sex, but to a pussymad virgin like Cheol-gyu, it was a dopamine nuke equivalent.) He'd been deflated by Dad's scolding that morning, but now alone with study time, filthy thoughts crept back in relentlessly. Right there in his mind's eye loomed Sister Yeon-woo's massive, incredible ass.
Like dry paper soaking up water, that morning's "experience" had taken over his brain completely. The feel of "real," "actual" woman's skin—different from 2D characters or porn stars. Unrealistically smooth texture. The softness unique to women, rich with fat unlike a man's hard body... And that estrogen scent, chemically worlds apart from a man's, somewhere even sweet... In his 20 years of life, he'd never touched anything like it. That overwhelming thrill had Cheol-gyu sitting there like an enlightened monk in deep meditation for a solid 20 minutes.
Snapping out of it, he checked his crotch—his pant front was soaked with precum. His lower belly ached from the raging hard-on; he was going mad.
'Ah, shit, can't take this anymore.'
Glancing at the clock: already 1 PM. He'd wasted the whole morning on fantasies. No way he'd focus—or stay sane—like this. He bolted for the bathroom. Vulgar as it was, he had to jerk off thinking of Sis or he'd burst!
As he stepped into the hallway with that in mind...
'Huh?'
Coincidence or fate? The star of his fantasies stood right there in the corridor.
Lee Yeon-woo, just arriving for work. A V-neck shirt subtly exposing cleavage, a high-waist H-line skirt hiked up to waist-level, emphasizing her huge ass. The skirt's daring length toed the line between slutty and sexy. The subtle sex appeal of a woman utterly confident in her killer figure...
His already throbbing cock swelled even bigger.
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"Sis! Just getting in?"
"Huh? Oh, it's Cheol-gyu."
He tried a friendly greeting, but her response was curt.
'Fuckin' rude bitch. Living off us rent-free.'
Yeah. Despite being the freeloading rock, Cousin Sis had always shown open disdain toward him. With his sensitive "contempt radar" honed from constant bullying by delinquent girls, Lee Cheol-gyu couldn't miss it—the instinctive disgust in her gaze.
'What? What'd I even do?'
At first, he wondered if he'd done something wrong, some misunderstanding. But living together revealed the absurd truth: she just hated him, for no reason. Her looks, gestures, tone—all laced with faint disgust, subtle enough not to be overt. But only when Uncle wasn't watching. In front of Dad—Lee Yong-gu—she played the prim, sweet sis act, flipping to contempt mode the second they were alone. Hating him for nothing. That made it worse.
'Prim and proper my ass. Just a big-titted sow... pretending to be a teacher while being the students' public cumdump.'
But Cheol-gyu hid his inner venom and sidled right up to her.
"What, coffee?"
Lee Yeon-woo held Starbucks iced Americano carriers, eight cups total.
"Yeah, for the teachers in the office."
"Whoa, got one for me?"
"...No, not for you?"
What a bitch. Normal words, but her tone screamed distance. But Cheol-gyu was used to it.
"Lemme carry some for ya."
Pretending to be chummy, he brushed her waist with his hand. Her scent wafted from inches away. The morning's raw skin smell was great, but mixed with perfume, lotion, and shampoo... 'Snuuuurk... fuuuck, smells so good.' Like sweet flowers. It assaulted his senses.
"No, it's fine. Go study."
"...Yeah."
But as his hand touched her waist—even between cousins—she recoiled like he'd groped a guy she hated. A split-second flash of contempt in her whites of her eyes. Then she turned and coldly strode into the office.
'What the fuck did I do?'
Feeling wronged, Cheol-gyu clenched and unclenched the hand that had just grazed her back.
'She'd never guess I groped her ass.'
A lecherous thought flitted through his mind. Remembering that morning's secret violation of the haughty, bitchy sis... Pathetic as he was, Cheol-gyu savored the thrill of victory.
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They say women have built-in radar for detecting men's gazes. Growing up bombarded by lecherous stares from countless guys, mine was hypersensitive.
For instance, sensing Uncle this morning getting faintly aroused by my perky nipples—or strangely, that didn't feel bad—or right now, this monkey bastard blushing and rock-hard while ogling his cousin sis—that felt fucking awful. I could sense it all.
'Ugh, gross fucking creep.'
So naturally, I felt even more revulsion toward Cheol-gyu. He thought he was hiding it, but his sticky gaze crawled all over me. And I knew exactly what fantasies filth like him were having in their heads. Having been every guy's fap material since childhood, I couldn't not know.
And this creep Cheol-gyu... his dick was tenting just looking at his cousin sis? Psycho.
'But you're a whore anyway, so why hate guys' stares?' some might say. But same gaze: handsome = romance, ugly = visual rape, right? Can't be helped. Plus, a cousin giving me that look? Disgusting.
"Oh, Instructor Yeon-woo! What's this?"
"Hehe, it's hot out—iced Americano to perk you up~"
So enduring—or hell, enjoying—the gazes from our clean-cut, properly employed male instructors as they admired my artistically wrapped ass in this H-line skirt? Totally bearable. But creeps like Cheol-gyu or that Strawberry Nose Uncle from yesterday? Nauseating.
Anyway, savoring how their eyes locked on the hem of my short skirt, I passed out the coffees. Me, a vixen? Well... women do this to some degree—it's society! After scoring points with the teachers, I sat at my desk and started work: routine promo channel management, new promo materials, running macros on SNS... and filling in for teachers on student questions occasionally.
"Teacher! I don't get this."
"Instructor Yeon-woo!"
"Eek, come in slower!"
Obviously, questions—especially from boys—piled up when it was my turn, skill-wise lacking as I was. My visual-rape radar picked up a ton of stares zeroing on my tits and ass. Legally adults, but trapped in the re-taker cram school hamster wheel studying all day... they were no different from high schoolers, complete with that sticky, unspent teenage boy lust.
So they'd approach on the excuse of questions, blushing while staring straight down my cleavage up close. Hilarious. But honestly... those boy stares? More thrilling than you'd think♡♡
'In a lawless savage world... I'd be gangbanged endlessly by these stud monkeys.'
Fleeting fantasy, but sometimes I imagine it: these blood-pups calling "Instructor Yeon-woo," treating me like a teacher... discovering my double life, treating me like a whore, degrading me in the worst way.
But weirdly, even as I plummet in the fantasy, my body shivers with electric thrill. Sometimes while answering questions... I get goosebumps alone, legs tingling, lower belly zapping, squirming involuntarily.
"Teacher? You okay?"
"Yeah. Focus."
...Gotta hit the bathroom after question time. My panty liner's probably soaked with slutty juices by now.