The Secret of the Bad-Tempered Female Teacher
"Tae-oh sam. You're coming to 6th grade this year, right?"
"Ah, yes. That's right. And you, seonsaengnim—this year too...?"
"Yeah. I'm the 6th grade chief again. Looks like I'll be working with you this year."
"Ah. That's great for me. Please take good care—"
"Before we start working together, let me say this upfront. You're in your fourth year, so you know exactly what your job entails, right? Do it on your own without me having to tell you. I hate people who shirk responsibility the most, so make sure that doesn't happen. Especially, never do anything that could get you in trouble morally. If it gets back to the kids or parents, it's a headache. Act like a proper teacher. You will, right, Tae-oh sam? You have to when you're working with me. If you can't, go to the principal's office now and say you can't do 6th grade."
"......"
This was what Ryu Se-hee said to me right after I was assigned as a 6th grade homeroom teacher at the start of the year.
Back then, I really thought, This year's fucked.
I knew she was strict, but I had no idea it was this bad.
But since I'd already been locked into 6th grade, I had to think positively. We'd be seeing each other for a whole year.
She wasn't wrong anyway, right?
Act like a teacher. With responsibility. Morally.
Mm-hmm. All spot on. Gotta listen to my senior.
The impeccable, outstanding teacher Ryu Se-hee seonsaengnim—who could argue with her?
And right now, I'm looking at Ryu Se-hee's phone screen, flooded with these texts.
"Holy... loan shark?"
I fight back a grin.
First, stay calm. What do I need to do right now?
Capture the screen first. Just in case.
I rapidly tap the button to screenshot the barrage of texts.
Whether this mirroring is real or not, securing evidence comes first. Without it, nothing works.
─Click! Click!
Thankfully, the screenshots save without issue.
Of course. If mirroring works, screenshots should too.
Mirroring lets you view the other person's phone screen on yours in real time, like watching a live broadcast.
Naturally, you can capture their screen and save it to your phone.
Bank apps or Netflix block mirroring captures, but texts? No problem.
I take multiple shots from the top menu as more texts roll in.
Not just the content—the loan shark's number too.
A quick search later should verify if it's legit.
"But the screen isn't changing."
The menu bar shows unread messages from the loan shark (presumed): 10, 15... piling up.
Yet the screen stays on the home screen.
If this is real-time, Ryu Se-hee hasn't checked her phone yet...
"Busy?"
Notifications off. Distracted by work. Or maybe ignoring them on purpose.
Should I try opening the messages app myself?
I touch the screen.
"Nope."
Slide with my finger, tap the app icon—nothing.
Can't interact directly, looks like.
"Just viewing Ryu Se-hee's screen. That's it."
Makes sense for mirroring. View-only, no control.
Ah, so that's what "read-only permission" means.
The earlier message clicks now.
So what can I do...
"Verify if this mirroring is real first."
Texts with her name. Her wallpaper.
But is that enough to confirm it's her phone?
This whole situation—some unreal power? A bug? Permission glitch?
I don't even know the cause.
Maybe I'm hallucinating...
Possible.
Confront her without proof? "Chief, got a loan shark problem?"
"I'd just look insane."
So, verify.
How to confirm it's really her phone?
"KakaoTalk."
If it's hers, sending a KakaoTalk should pop a notification right away.
If real-time mirroring holds.
I fire up KakaoTalk on the classroom computer and open our chat.
"......Ah."
Just seeing the KakaoTalk gives me PTSD.
Traces of her power trips everywhere.
I rub my throbbing brow and send a quick message.
─Seonsaengnim, this is Han Tae-oh. Got something to ask.
I send it and glance at the mirrored screen.
If real, my notification should pop at the top.
A few seconds delay—then it appears.
"Yes!"
I pump my fist alone in the classroom.
Two things confirmed.
It's Ryu Se-hee's screen.
Real-time mirroring.
And...
She's really getting hounded by loan shark texts.
Definite.
"...Now that I think about it, it's outrageous."
The woman who lectures me about teacher responsibility and morality to my face.
But behind my back, borrowing from loan sharks and getting threatened like this?
"Is that why she snaps at me? Stressed from the loan shark?"
Plausible.
"But what did she do to need a loan shark?"
I rest my chin, pondering.
A teacher's job is iron rice bowl solid. Banks know it well.
I could walk into a bank with my employment cert and borrow 100 million won on credit, no issue. Low interest too.
Plus, up to another 100 million from the teachers' mutual aid society.
Doesn't even show on financial records—separate from banks.
Total: 200 million.
Even I, fourth year, can get that.
No way veteran Ryu Se-hee doesn't know.
If she needed money, she'd hit mutual aid and banks first.
So if she went to loan sharks... only one answer.
"Her debt exceeds 200 million by far."
At that level, even iron rice bowl teachers struggle.
It's iron, but doesn't pay feasts.
"No idea what she did to rack up over 200 million..."
Anyway, key points: Ryu Se-hee borrowed from loan sharks over money.
And the shark's coming to her "workplace" tomorrow.
If a loan shark shows at school tomorrow...
"Ryu Se-hee's life is truly fucked."
Not just colleagues—kids, parents. Rumors spread like wildfire.
What kinda mess is this teacher in that loan sharks chase her to school? Her name on mom cafes.
Wild rumors on why: gambling, whatever. Every bullshit imagination.
Can any teacher keep their head high amid that and teach?
"Nope."
Parents won't stay quiet... straight to disciplinary committee.
Whoa.
Ryu Se-hee, you're in deep shit.
Doesn't fix the debt quick, teaching career over.
So this info...
──How to use it to make Ryu Se-hee submit?
Obviously, no plans to help her.
Daily nagging, power-tripping, dumping work—why help that bitch?
Watching her crumble with popcorn sounds fun, but...
"Nah."
Just watching won't satisfy.
Better: use this to make her kneel.
Naked. Ass up.
Hate her personality, but not the body. Love it, actually.
Big tits straining her suit. Thighs under short skirt.
Spankable birthing hips.
Gorgeous face—goddess level if she shuts up.
How not to want it?
Endured her shit daily, eyes on that body.
Now I know her weakness.
Play the loan shark info right, maybe...
Subjugate Ryu Se-hee.
Do what I want with that body.
Gulp...!
Just imagining, pants hurt. Body shivers with excitement.
That face always snapping at me, cursing.
Flushed with humiliation, spreading legs resentfully.
Mouthing off but stripping before me...!
How good would that feel?
How... arousing?
Tiny speck of conscience screams it's wrong.
But months of her bullshit crushes it instantly.
'She's done plenty to me.'
Don't need reasons now—methods.
How to turn Ryu Se-hee into my slave with this.
Didn't take long to figure out.