Scolding My Husband in Front of the Blackmailer
"Fuck off and shove it up your ass."
……that's what I would've said.
But I kept a straight face and answered calmly.
"Sure. Let's go grab a cup of tea or something."
"Oh?"
Lately, it felt like my acting skills were leveling up every time this happened.
I walked down the hallway side by side with Park Sung-hoon toward the health room.
As we went, I snuck a glance at his expression.
Did he know I'd caught his weakness?
Hmm…… no.
His eyes showed he had no clue.
He didn't know I'd busted him for siphoning off the school's graphics cards and selling them secondhand.
Or that I had rock-solid evidence.
Or that I was using it to blackmail his wife. None of it.
I'd been worried An Ji-yeon might've tipped him off secretly, but it looked like she hadn't.
For now, I could relax.
With a light heart, I strolled casually, but Park Sung-hoon was sighing heavily beside me. What a mood-killer.
"Haa~. Fucking hell."
"What's with the sighs?"
"Don't even ask. It's because of that department head meeting yesterday."
"Department head meeting?"
Come to think of it, Ryu Se-hee had mentioned it this morning too.
Park Sung-hoon grumbled irritably.
"It's about the sports day."
"Ah."
"We could've gone home at 4:30, right? But we argued over something with no conclusion until almost 6."
From what I knew, it ended around 5:30.
This guy was exaggerating again to play the 'poor me' card.
But today's gripe was kinda valid.
I'd heard the teachers had bickered among themselves, dragging it out……
Imagining Park Sung-hoon squirming in the middle for hours made me feel so refreshed.
I held back a grin and asked,
"I didn't hear the details—what the hell happened?"
"Don't ask. We fought for over two hours just about whether to have the sports day or not. Last year we skipped it because of complaints. But this year, some parents are complaining why we're not doing it. Fucking idiots."
"That's bullshit."
I meant it. Even coming from Park Sung-hoon, I agreed.
Do it and they bitch. Skip it and they bitch. Which tune are we supposed to dance to?
"So we had a huge fight. The lower grades want to skip it again because parents hassle them. But the principal's like, 'It's my last year—don't I get a sports day?' and pushes for it."
"Huh…… So, what was the conclusion?"
"We're doing it."
"We're doing it? The principal won?"
"Not the principal—we voted, and the curriculum director sided with the 'do it' camp. So we have to."
"Ah~."
If the curriculum director says do it, we do it.
Truth is, people like her suffer the most when we have a sports day.
From scheduling to prep—it's endless.
Parent and neighbor complaints go straight to the staff room, and she handles most of them.
Yet she's the one pushing hardest for it? No reason not to.
"When?"
"Soon. Prep was already done anyway."
"Sounds like she planned to do it from the start."
"Yeah, that's what I think."
Sports day soon, huh.
Not a big deal. Just keep the kids from getting hurt.
These days, they outsource to companies, so teachers don't even sweat.
More importantly……
On sports day, Ryu Se-hee and Min Yu-ha would both show up in gym clothes.
'Mmm……'
I pictured it.
The two teachers running a relay with rotors stuffed in their pussies.
'……That'd be fucking hot.'
Ryu Se-hee would sprint hard.
Yu-ha would trip midway and probably piss herself.
Sounds fun. Our own private sports day.
"We're here."
Park Sung-hoon's voice snapped me out of it.
We'd reached the health room already.
What face would An Ji-yeon make seeing us together?
Excited, I opened the door.
Creak.
"Welcome……"
Her eyes met mine as she sat at her desk.
Her shaky pupils darted between me and Park Sung-hoon.
"……come in."
With eyes full of disgust, sharp as daggers.
Yeah, that's the look.
So damn arousing.
***
An Ji-yeon's heart pounded.
With trembling hands, she served tea to the two men.
"……Have some tea."
"Whoa, thanks."
"Thanks for the tea, Teacher."
Thanks for the tea?
Seeing Han Tae-oh brazenly take the cup made her stomach churn.
Han Tae-oh.
After doing that to another man's wife yesterday, he acts all polite?
And today he strolls in here boldly with her husband.
What was he thinking?
An Ji-yeon hid her swirling thoughts and checked their faces.
"Man~ This tea's good today?"
"……Glad you like it, honey."
Her clueless husband gulped it down.
The sight drew a deep sigh from her.
"Haa……."
She hadn't told her husband about yesterday.
How could she say she'd been sexually harassed by another man because of him?
And even if she did now, it was pointless.
With Han Tae-oh holding all the evidence, telling her husband wouldn't solve anything.
Better to handle it herself and take the secret to the grave.
What worried her more was Han Tae-oh.
'Did he tell my husband?'
His personality seemed the type to do it.
Han Tae-oh sipped his tea and said casually,
"Slurp. Health teacher, you must love tea. Different flavor every day."
"……Yes. I brew a different one daily."
"Impressive."
She kept gauging them amid the idle chat.
Why were they here together? Did he tell her husband on purpose……?
But thankfully, both seemed normal.
If he knew, they wouldn't be leisurely sipping tea.
Husband doesn't know. Han Tae-oh's playing along.
So act normal.
Normal……
She set her half-sipped tea on her lap.
"What brings you both here today?"
"Oh, honey. Just delivering this."
"Delivering?"
Her husband handed over a file while drinking tea one-handed.
It read 2026 Sports Day Plan.
"Sports day's soon, so handing over the plans. You'll be busy that day."
"……Right. Yeah. …Thanks."
Just work stuff.
Of course. Her husband was diligent about school duties.
……She hadn't expected the shit behind his back.
"You came to deliver this?"
"Yup~. And to see your face."
"Thanks. I'll read it later."
She placed the file on her desk.
Check it later.
She turned to Han Tae-oh. Sipping tea calmly.
"……And you, Mr. Han Tae-oh?"
"Oh, just had a question for you."
"……A question?"
What would a homeroom teacher ask a health teacher?
Nothing came to mind.
His face showed no real curiosity.
Just an excuse.
Not here for a question—but to torment her like yesterday. Brazenly. With her husband.
His intentions were obvious, making him even more repulsive.
But she kept her face neutral. Can't show it in front of her husband.
"Yes. …Ask away. I'll answer as best I can."
"Yeah, man. Ask my wife if you don't know shit. Learn from her."
Her husband patted Han Tae-oh's shoulder.
"Even as fourth-years, there's a reason you're not department head. Right? Learn how the school runs."
Wait.
An Ji-yeon froze for a second.
……What are you doing…… honey?
Aren't you the same age? That was almost talking down to him.
Isn't that going too far? Even for friends……!
Han Tae-oh, taking the hit from her husband, stayed humble without changing expression.
"Haha…… Yeah. Gotta learn a lot."
"You do that. Ask me for anything else."
Her husband patted his shoulder like encouraging a subordinate.
"I'm busy as head, but I got time to help a friend. Puahaha!"
"Thanks a ton."
'Sto…… stop! Honey……!'
An Ji-yeon's teacup trembled in her grip.
She wanted to stop him right then.
That man's got your weakness. A massive one……!
What the hell are you doing to him?
She was scared.
What if Han Tae-oh got pissed and just reported it?
She quickly checked his reaction.
Slurp.
Han Tae-oh sipped his tea like this was routine.
No big deal?
'……No way.'
From the vibe, this had happened multiple times.
Maybe that's why Han Tae-oh wouldn't forgive his 'friend' husband.
Her hand tightened on the cup.
"Or when you submit official docs, run 'em by me first──"
"S…… Sung-hoon?"
"Hm?"
"Aren't you…… being a bit harsh to Mr. Han Tae-oh?"
"What?"
Her husband's brows twitched wildly.
His face flushed red—embarrassed, probably.
She knew it was embarrassing. But she had to stop him.
Can't piss off Han Tae-oh here……!
"Honey, why?"
"N-no…… Even as friends, better not talk so roughly."
"……Honey?"
Her husband's face crumpled.
But no choice. This was for his sake……!
With her husband speechless, Han Tae-oh smoothed things over.
"Ah. Haha. It's fine, Teacher. We're always like this."
"R…… really? I was worried you'd be offended."
"Guys talk rougher the closer they are."
"Yeah, honey. You're being too cold."
"……Then I'm glad."
She sipped her tea from embarrassment.
Haa…… so awkward!
Husband's look, the mood—everything turned stiff.
She'd just tried not to upset Han Tae-oh……
Then.
Creak.
"Teacher! Big trouble! Big trouble!"
"Trouble?"
A kid burst in—fifth-grader. One of her husband's class?
Her husband jumped up.
"What happened?"
"Kyung-ho's yelling and running around again!"
"Haa~ Why's that kid like that. I'll head to class first."
"U-uh……! Give me your tea, honey."
She took his leftover cup. He left following the kid.
Only after a while did she exhale deeply.
"Whew……."
"Hehe. That was fun, Teacher."
"……Pardon?"
"Scolding your husband for my sake. First time seeing that side of you."
Han Tae-oh locked the health room door, chuckling.
Ah……
Just now, between her husband and another man, she'd scolded her husband.
"See Sung-hoon's face? Looked totally betrayed by his wife."
"Eek…… Don't get the wrong idea. It wasn't for you, it was just……!"
"I know. You were sucking up to me. Hilarious, right? You watching my mood, Sung-hoon watching yours."
"Haa……….."
"Your marriage is getting fun."
Han Tae-oh set his empty cup in the sink and went to the window.
He lowered the blinds one by one with his own hands, then approached her again.
He stood behind her.
So that's why he came.
Dread made her bow her head.
"Worried I'd get hurt?"
"No……! Ngh…… Just scared you'd report it if you got offended……!"
"Of course not. Not over this."
Really?
His words said one thing, tone another.
His hands gripped her shoulders from behind.
He massaged with creepy, goosebump-inducing movements.
Like a perverted boss groping while 'helping' with work.
"We had a deal, right? Be my sex slave for a year, and it all goes away."
"……Yes."
"Keep that promise, and I'll overlook anything, Teacher."
"Promise……."
"?"
"Just keep the promise, right?"
"Yes. You know that, Teacher."
Slide.
"……!"
His hands slid down, fondling her breasts over her blouse.
Here we go again today.
"……Got it."
She was prepared.
For this repulsive man blackmailing her husband, she wouldn't yield today.
"I'll…… service you today too, Teacher."
This time, absolutely, his hands won't…… make her feel good……!
