Don't Turn On the Rotor in Front of Parents...!
Ryu Se-hee felt deeply uncomfortable in this spot.
Of all places, running into Shin I-kyeong here.
With a rotor stuffed inside her pussy right now...!
Squeeze.
She gripped the cafe pager tightly in her hand.
Shin I-kyeong chuckled softly, covering her mouth with her fingers.
"How unusual. I thought the head of the 6th grade team never came to places like this. What's the occasion?"
"What's it to you, head of the 2nd grade? Mind your own business...!"
"Ordering two coffees. On a date? With who?"
"It's not a date...!"
She raised her voice in irritation for no good reason.
Shin I-kyeong smirked, lifting the corner of her mouth.
"Really? I figured it was a date since you ordered two. Just a big appetite, then?"
"Shut up...! This is...!"
Ryu Se-hee almost blurted out, 'It's for Mr. Tae-oh,' but caught herself.
Things were already awkward with Shin I-kyeong; if she found out she'd come to a place like this on the weekend with Mr. Tae-oh...!
She glanced back at where Mr. Tae-oh had been sitting.
He was gone.
Looking closer, he was hiding behind the bench, watching the scene unfold. With an amused grin.
"...T-takeout."
"Hee hee. Sure it is. Not that it'd be a date anyway. With your twisted personality, no guy would come near you."
"What?"
Her grip tightened even more on the pager.
'Who do I have to blame for twisting my personality...!'
Shin I-kyeong.
Their bad blood stretched back to college—ten years now.
They'd first met as seniors and juniors in the same department.
Back then, they'd just exchanged greetings, nothing more.
But over something utterly trivial, they'd ended up at each other's throats.
Rumors of trash-talking, badmouthing... or annoying behaviors. Petty stuff like that. Often third-hand gossip that wasn't even true.
She'd thought people outgrew that middle- and high-school drama in college, but no—it only got worse.
The problem was that her opponent was Shin I-kyeong, with her wide network and talent for fabricating rumors.
From the moment they clashed, baseless gossip swirled around Ryu Se-hee. Friends she'd finally gotten close to scattered one by one.
She'd spent all four years in isolation—not quite bullied, but ostracized—in a tiny teachers' college where the same classmates took every course together. Rumors and connections held real power there.
'Not just me—she had a bad rep from college days too... Bury anyone who crosses her.'
Rumors swirled that Shin I-kyeong had driven multiple female seniors to drop out, even gotten a professor fired.
In a teachers' college where dropouts were rare unless you flunked out—and even high-year students at that—making someone quit took serious torment. Unimaginable.
Even after entering the profession, whispers said she dominated higher-ups' corruption and ruled her school like a queen from day one...
And now, of all things, they were assigned to the same school.
Different grades, but both department heads meant frequent run-ins. Especially at staff meetings for heads only, or monthly conferences. Every encounter brought snide remarks.
Last time, she'd bumped into her while out with Mr. Tae-oh...
And now, here she was again with Mr. Tae-oh. What rotten luck.
Already distraught from the rotor in her pussy, losing face here would crush her pride. She couldn't take it.
"What about you, head of the 2nd grade?"
"Hm?"
"What's a place like this to you? Don't you just shop at department stores? Why slum it here?"
"Oh my. You know we're in the same spot right now, don't you?"
"Unlike some people, I don't flaunt luxury brands."
"I have no idea what our 6th grade head is trying to say~. Parent consultation. Parent consultation. Working hard even on weekends. Unlike certain people out on dates."
"I told you it's not a date...!"
Bzzzzz—!
"Ngh...!"
Right then, a rumble in her gut.
This... the rotor from earlier...!
She clutched her stomach and crouched in place.
"Kkh...!"
"Oh dear. Jealousy giving you a stomachache?"
"Shut... up...! Khng...!"
Mr. Tae-oh. Of all times...!
She whipped around. There—Mr. Tae-oh's head peeking from behind the bench.
He flashed a thumbs-up over his head.
'Useless at the worst moment...! Seriously! ...Kh!'
"Need help? Painkillers for cramps?"
Shin I-kyeong leaned in close, no intention of helping.
"I don't... need any...!"
Bzzz— bzzz— bzzz—!
"Kh...!"
Of all patterns...?
The rotor had ten vibration modes.
Mr. Tae-oh had tested them all and found her most sensitive one. And this was it.
A deep thrum pounding her inner walls.
Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz...!
"Hnguut...!"
"Oh my, you really do look pained."
"I said shut up...!"
She could see Shin I-kyeong smirking at her suffering.
How was someone like that an elementary school teacher...!?
"Oh my, teachers!"
As Ryu Se-hee bit her lip, another voice chimed in from the side.
She turned sharply—a middle-aged woman stood there.
That lady... a parent?
Shin I-kyeong spotted the parent and instantly switched to polite deference.
"You've arrived. Mrs. Yeon-seo."
"Oh my, yes~. Teacher, have you been waiting long?"
"Not at all. I just got here myself."
"Phew... good thing. But who's this...?"
The parent and Shin I-kyeong's gazes locked onto Ryu Se-hee.
Ryu Se-hee stood, still clutching her stomach.
The parent studied her face and clapped her hands.
"Oh goodness, look at me. You're my oldest's homeroom teacher~."
"...Pardon?"
"I'm Yeon-woo's mom. Yeon-woo. My oldest."
"Yeon-woo... oh."
One of her own students. Yeon-woo.
She had a 2nd-grade sibling... Of course it was that kid.
Parent of her student and Shin I-kyeong's. Ryu Se-hee bowed quickly.
Bzzzz—!
"N-nice to meet you. Mrs. Yeon-woo... khng... M-ma'am...!"
"Oh dear, are you hurt? Teacher?"
"N-no... N-nothing. I'm fine. ...Hng...!"
Bzzzz—! Bzz—!
'Turn it off already! Mr. Tae-oh! There's a parent here...!'
She screamed internally over and over, but Mr. Tae-oh, hidden far away, couldn't hear.
"What a coincidence—both our kids' homeroom teachers right here. Amazing~."
"Y-yeah... Ungh...!"
"How's my oldest doing lately? In class?"
"Pardon? Yeon-woo...? She's... khng...!"
Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz—!
"D-doing well... in class."
"Aah~."
Shin I-kyeong, watching quietly from the side, whispered softly.
"That's all you have to say to the parent? Head of 6th grade? Some consultation. No professionalism."
"Q-quiet... Ung...!"
If not for the rotor in her pussy... She could've handled a parent consultation no problem...!
Bzzzzz...!
Her eyes snapped open. This vibration wasn't from inside—it was in her hand.
The coffee pager.
"Looks like your coffee's ready, teacher."
"Ah, aa...! Y-yes...!"
Thank God—the coffee saved her.
Time to escape...
As Ryu Se-hee turned toward the cafe, Shin I-kyeong spoke to the parent.
"Then, Mrs. Yeon-seo. Shall we go talk?"
"Ah... yes! Teacher. Nice meeting Yeon-woo's homeroom too. See you next time."
"Y-yes... Khng...! P-please go ahead."
She bowed and hurried to the cafe.
Humiliating.
In front of a parent. And worst of all, Shin I-kyeong.
That mocking, condescending gaze lingered.
All Mr. Tae-oh's fault.
Really, Mr. Tae-oh.
She wouldn't let him get away with it... Absolutely...!
But.
'What can I even do to him...?'
This vicious cycle.
How to break free?
I took the coffee Ryu Se-hee had struggled to carry over.
"Thanks for the coffee, teacher."
"Kh...! Do you know how humiliated I was because of you!?"
"Great show. Worth the meal."
"You turned it on purpose. That timing. Admit it...!"
"Your expressions were so priceless, I had to buzz it then. Like this. Click."
Bzzzzzz—!
"Hngg...!!"
"Careful with your hands. You'll spill the coffee."
"You... filthy bastard...!"
It'd been a while since Ryu Se-hee cussed me out like this. But it was fun, so whatever.
Didn't expect the parent to show up, though.
"So why'd Shin I-kyeong teacher come here?"
"No idea...! She said parent consultation, so probably that."
Parent consultation?
Common enough in elementary school. I do them sometimes too.
High grades like ours don't have as many, but they ramp up in lower years.
But today was Saturday.
Outside school, at a place like this? Normal?
"Consultations on weekends? Off-hours. Isn't after-school more common?"
"Maybe 'cause it's lower grades? Dual-income parents can't do weekdays. ...And it doesn't concern us! Whatever the 2nd grade head does!"
"True, you wouldn't know. Never taught low years, right? Seven years straight with 6th graders? Your students are high schoolers now."
"Shut up...!"
Ryu Se-hee wasn't in any state to argue. She'd been clutching her stomach nonstop.
Still, meeting a parent separately on the weekend in a place like this...
Not impossible, but why bother? Especially Shin I-kyeong—image of "Oh, parents should come during my work hours. One second late, no consultation." She'd do it too. That woman intimidated even me.
Hmm, suspicious.
I'll mirror her phone later and check.
For now, focus on the date.
I sipped my coffee and said to Ryu Se-hee,
"Teacher?"
"...What!"
"Shall we go buy some underwear for real now?"
At the lingerie store, I handed Ryu Se-hee some decent underwear.
"Y-you want me... to wear... this!? Right now!?"