For One Year, I'll Be Your Sexual Relief Slave, Teacher
"Haa...."
Ryu Se-hee could barely walk.
Wrapped around her crotch was something that hardly qualified as underwear.
Beaded Panty.
She never imagined a day would come when she'd have to wear something like this to school....
It felt like she'd hit rock bottom as a teacher, but there was no choice.
If she didn't, Tae-oh Teacher would blackmail her, right?
All she could do was take solace in the fact that no one else knew.
She dragged her heavy steps down the sixth-grade hallway.
Leading second- and fourth-year teachers while managing over sixty sixth-graders wasn't easy.
But compared to the start of the semester, things felt a bit better now....
"Hey! Grab that one!"
"Huh? Teacher still not here!?"
"Anyone wanna sneak phones out for Roblox?"
Class 2 was ridiculously noisy.
Wasn't this class time? Why were they so rowdy? Tae-oh Teacher?
Peeking into the classroom, she saw no sign of Tae-oh Teacher.
Just kids scattered everywhere, playing around.
As grade-level head, she couldn't just let that slide.
Slide...
"Who the hell's making all this noise!"
Ryu Se-hee burst through the door, yelling.
"Eek...! Class 1 Teacher's here!"
"Sit down quick...!"
"I told you to be quiet...!"
The kids freaked out at the sight of her face and scrambled to their seats.
One even trembled in terror when their eyes met.
"Hoo...."
Among the sixth-graders, Ryu Se-hee was known as the devil.
No helping it. She was always yelling and getting mad.
But someone had to keep the kids in line, or discipline would crumble.
And if it did, accidents happened. Kids got hurt.
As grade-level head, she had no choice but to play the villain.
I want to get along with the kids too, hear them call me a great a good good good good teacher... but I can't.
She kept up the devil act calmly today as well.
The only flaw was that she was a devil wearing a beaded panty.
"...Where's your homeroom teacher?"
"Uh... he hasn't been here since earlier...."
"Since earlier?"
"Yes."
"Even if your teacher's not here, you sit quietly and wait when class time starts. Who told you to make noise?"
"........."
The kids glanced around nervously.
Honestly, it was more Tae-oh Teacher's fault for not being there than the kids'.
Tae-oh Teacher... where the hell was he, leaving his classroom unattended?
Should I call him?
She pulled out her phone and dialed Tae-oh Teacher.
Ring ring.
Seeing his name on the screen made her sigh.
If she saw Tae-oh Teacher again today....
"......Haa."
Beep... click.
Ryu Se-hee hung up midway and turned back to the kids instead.
"Class rep?"
"Yes...!"
"What period is it now? Social studies?"
"Yes... y-yes, it is."
Good thing she had the schedule memorized.
"Class rep, come to Class 1 with me. I'll give you performance assessment worksheets to do. Your teacher's in Class 1, so if I hear any noise from Class 2... you get it?"
"Y-yes...."
"Louder!"
"Yes!!"
The whole class shouted in unison.
She took the cowed class rep and headed to Class 1.
Tae-oh Teacher. This is the last time.
She'd give him hell when she saw him later. Or else....
"Eut...!"
On the way to her classroom, the beaded panty dug into her ass.
The kid trailing beside her asked, terrified.
"Class 1 Teacher, you okay?"
"N-no... it's nothing."
She hurried her steps.
Tae-oh Teacher. Just you wait...!
"An accident...? Did Sung-hoon get hurt or something?"
"No, not that kind of accident."
Typical health teacher—hear "accident" and she thinks injury first.
If it were that, I wouldn't have even mentioned it.
Once she realized it wasn't physical, An Ji-yeon sighed in relief, patting her chest.
Not something to relax over, Teacher.
You'll end up wishing it was a bodily injury instead.
I kept my expression neutral and spoke calmly.
"Has Sung-hoon been bringing a lot of computer parts home lately? Said he was fixing them."
"Ah, that from last time. Hmm... I think it happened a few times."
"A few times, but you don't know exactly how many."
"No, I don't get into his work details."
Fair enough. From the official docs I saw, he'd already disposed of eight as junk via fraud.
"Was there... a problem with that?"
An Ji-yeon asked cautiously, sensing something off.
I cleared my throat and showed her my laptop screen.
"Nothing major. I just happened to catch something like this."
"What...."
She pulled her chair over to look.
I played the prepared video file.
The Saturday footage from the underground parking garage deal.
"I saw school-grade parts suddenly pop up on the flea market app—exact matches to ours. Got suspicious, so I checked...."
I paused for effect.
Glanced at An Ji-yeon.
She watched intently, then clenched her fist.
"Sung-hoon was stripping school equipment and selling it secondhand."
"......"
"If you've seen it multiple times, means he's done it more than once already."
An Ji-yeon went silent. Lips pressed tight.
She stared wide-eyed, replaying the video over and over.
After about five loops, she stopped it and finally spoke.
"......Is this real?"
"It is. You're seeing the video."
"Not that...! I mean, my husband—Sung-hoon really stole and sold school parts?"
Her voice rose, words tumbling fast.
"It might not be school stuff. Maybe he bought them personally and resold. You can't prove it from just this...!"
"Can't be sure, no."
She couldn't believe it—or wouldn't.
I got it at first too.
No one wants to accept their husband's dirty deeds.
Denial first, obviously.
"Wasn't certain myself, so I bought back the parts he sold and checked."
"...And?"
"Matched them against the school inventory...."
"So? What happened?"
"They were school property."
"........."
An Ji-yeon gaped in disbelief.
Bit her lip hard, staring at me.
I smoothly showed her the laptop files and continued.
"He uploaded fake disposal docs—AI-generated videos claiming junked, but kept the real stuff. Got all the docs and fakes secured."
"......If that's true...."
"Report to the education office or ethics hotline, investigation follows. They'll grab all this evidence. Embezzlement breaches integrity oath—hits hard."
"......How hard?"
"Disciplinary committee decides, but near-certain dismissal."
"Dismissal...."
"Fired. Worst kind. Pension halved too."
"........."
"And you'll get tagged as wife of a thieving teacher."
Reality sinking in, An Ji-yeon clamped her mouth shut.
No words left. Freshly married too.
Dreaming of a rosy couple-teacher future, then hearing hubby gets axed—anyone'd be stunned.
"Not just that—it's criminal. Goes to trial."
"Can't let that happen."
Trial mention made her firm.
Eyes locked on me.
"Can't let Sung-hoon end up like that."
"Hmm...."
I rubbed my chin, pretending to ponder.
Inside, slight relief.
Worried part of the plan: her reaction.
If she learned of Park Sung-hoon's crimes and cut him loose? Divorce and let him rot?
Ruined my plans.
Good—marriage not that toxic yet. Honeymoon phase.
Whatever she saw in him, who knows.
The stronger her love, the smoother this goes.
And it was working.
"Han Tae-oh Teacher. What should we do? To fix this."
"Well...."
"Buy replacements and restock? Make it like nothing happened?"
She interrupted as I started.
"Computer parts, right? Don't know what, but you bought them, so you know types, quantities.... Tell me, I'll buy and replace. No problem then."
"Hmm...."
"That work? Teacher? First time dealing with this, but help a bit more. I'll scold Sung-hoon good."
"........."
I blinked in disbelief.
Health Teacher trying to sweep it under the rug?
Too naive on crime? But common fix—restock quietly, zip lips, might slide.
Lots probably have. Even if caught, mitigation.
Couple or not, brushing off major crime with a "scolding"...
Or maybe natural for spouses.
Good try. Might've worked.
If I were on Park Sung-hoon's side.
Two years back, when I was still his "friend," I'd have helped cover.
Not now. Too late.
"Sure. Got original graphics cards too. Return them, erase evidence—could work."
"Really?"
Her face brightened at "could work."
"Thanks. If possible, will you help?"
"Why should I?"
"......Pardon?"
Her head tilted. Literally, leftward.
Totally unexpected.
I stared straight at her.
"No idea why I'd clean up Park Sung-hoon's mess."
"What do you......"
"Hunted evidence all weekend. Spent over a million won buying this crap."
"Mo... money, I'll pay. Of course."
"No need. Don't bother."
"......Pardon?"
"I want him gone."
"........."
An Ji-yeon stared blankly.
Confused at first, then mouth agape after a beat.
Getting it now.
Her lips trembled slightly.
"......Weren't you two close?"
"Maybe in college. Not now. After what that bastard did."
"If my husband's caused you trouble, I'll apologize for him."
"No thanks. Your apology changes nothing."
"......No. I will."
She bowed her head to me.
Scanning my eyes tensely.
"Understand wanting to protect your husband, but a scolding apology from a teacher about to lose her job won't cut it."
"......On my knees then. I'll bring Sung-hoon to kneel too. Teacher."
"No need. Don't tell Park Sung-hoon."
"......Pardon?"
"I'm in my fourth year here. End of year, probably transfer out."
Her eyes screamed, What're you on about?
I ignored and pressed on.
"Year-end, shred all my docs. Forget most of what happened here."
"........."
"If I stay quiet till year's end, might all blow over unnoticed?"
"......Teacher. You mean."
Understanding dawned; her hands shook.
"Now I get why you came to me."
"Quick on the uptake."
"For the remaining year. To keep you from reporting, you want me to...."
"Yes. Exactly."
I grabbed her trembling hand on her knee.
Soft, warm married woman's hand.
She didn't pull away even as I stroked it creepily.
I whispered in her bowed ear.
"Become my sexual relief slave for one year, and my lips stay sealed."
Considering all Park Sung-hoon did to me.
Daring to steal school assets, commit crimes.
Part of me wanted to report for public good, consequences be damned.
But hold back.
Now I could forgive it all.
Mind's getting generous. His taunts, subtle digs—I could take 'em.
I'm big-hearted.
Yeah. Let it slide. Be the better man.
Because now—
Swish.
I flung open the bed curtains, and An Ji-yeon approached where I sat.
Wearing only a white gown over her naked body.
"......Took it off like you ordered."