Does the Teacher Do This to Other Students Too?
“Hoo.”
He hurriedly covered his lower half with his briefcase. He’d nearly died of embarrassment. Sure, someone might say what’s there to be embarrassed about when she’d already seen his underwear, his naked body, his ass getting spanked, and even his leaking fluids—but that was different.
This is a whole other story.
What he’d done was a reward for her. The first mana rotation massage had been a lesson for her growth.
Yeah. It was a situation arising from an utterly public context, free of any personal feelings.
But this was different. He’d gotten hard because of her, and Yoo Ara had seen it and panicked. Anyone would think it was weird.
Of course, she was a stunningly beautiful woman he wouldn’t mind fucking. He wasn’t without those desires. If the situation allowed, he’d give it a shot.
But the reason he held back was simple. She was a long-term horse who’d work for him in the future. Getting emotional would be a problem.
He wasn’t just tutoring her alone. Unless he could hit 100% conquest to temporarily acquire her active skill, no adventures.
“Calm down.”
He muttered down at his rigidly erect lower half. An angry dick didn’t subside easily. It hurt like hell.
“Hoo, damn body’s too good for its own good…”
Making me want to fuck her and all.
“Haa.”
He awkwardly boarded the elevator, rode it down to the first floor, and glanced at Yoo Ara’s house. The lights were still on. The scent of Yoo Ara that had lingered in his nose felt embedded in his body.
This is bad.
Imagining the scene from moments ago and inhaling the faint remaining smell made his lower half twitch again. He wouldn’t sleep easy tonight.
“Haat, haat…”
Yoo Ara lay on her bed, sliding her fingers deep into her lower half. Her hips trembled.
She gently stroked her now scar-free ass with her free hand while thrusting into her pussy.
“Hngh!”
In her imagination, Kim Siu spanked her ass. He looked down at her with cold eyes and struck.
“Haaangh!”
Each imagined slap made her ass clench. Perfect control. Just enough to make it glow red. Just the right amount to feel good. Adjusted so no scars remained, no hindrance the next day. As if he had tons of experience with this.
Does Teacher do this to other students too?
It was a fleeting thought that crossed Yoo Ara’s mind as her ass twitched.
But why? Imagining Siu spanking another woman’s ass like this soured her mood.
“Hngh!”
Regardless, her fingers kept moving.
Beep beep beep!
The alarm urged her to prepare for school early.
“I gotta go…”
She hadn’t cum enough to satisfy. But her bed was already soaked with her fluids.
“Gonna have to wash it again…”
Lately, her masturbation frequency had spiked. Once a month if that, now every week—or every four days at worst.
She hadn’t leaked this much before. Now it gushed like a broken faucet.
“If I go out to wash the sheets again, they’ll look at me weird…”
But she didn’t want to sleep on sheets soaked in her juices either.
“Hooo. Calm down and go. If I don’t leave now, I’ll really be late.”
She didn’t want to ace the exam only to tank her grade on attendance. Her pussy itched, but she resolved to endure as she headed to the bathroom for school.
“Haa.”
She’d rushed and avoided being late. But she looked a mess. Her hair was still damp from hasty drying, and without fixing her makeup, she was basically bare-faced.
“Something wrong?”
Lee Hye-ri asked with concern.
“N-no, nothing. Just overslept.”
It was embarrassing. How could she say she’d been so deep in morning masturbation she’d nearly been late?
Urgh. Yoo Ara glanced at Hye-ri, now sitting beside her.
First-year top ranker. A freak dealer with insane physical stats who insisted on tanking without even a taunt skill. If she’d played to her strengths as a close-range dealer, she’d have been in Class A long ago.
Because of you…
She hadn’t taken first in the regular exam. Sure, second place got a scholarship and a shot at promotion, but defeat still tasted bitter.
Failing first place meant more to Yoo Ara. If she’d won, Teacher Siu would’ve finished the mana rotation that day.
Then I could’ve cum properly…
What was she thinking? She wanted skill growth, not filthy stuff!
She shook her head to clear the thoughts. Hye-ri stared blankly.
That vaguely dazed expression—cold and emotionless to strangers. Impossible to read her mind.
Her attacks were just as unpredictable.
She was fast.
Yoo Ara recalled dodging by prediction, only for Hye-ri to follow as if anticipating it. She’d rolled away repeatedly, but Hye-ri stuck to her till the final blow landed.
An insurmountable gap. First came jealousy. She’d cried endlessly on exam day. Her confidence, built by beating everyone else, shattered horribly.
But now it was different.
I’ll win for sure.
Yoo Ara burned with rivalry. She’d surpass her, claim first, and get rewarded by Kim Siu again.
“Ara.”
Hye-ri, who’d been staring blankly, spoke.
“Y-yeah? What? W-what’s up?”
Yoo Ara, plotting how to beat her, flinched at the sudden question.
“Got something I wanna ask.”
“Anything, say it.”
“You said you had a secret technique last time.”
“Secret technique?”
“Why you got so strong suddenly.”
“Ah…”
She’d hidden from Jang Won-hoo and Hye-ri that her growth came from private tutor Kim Siu. She’d vaguely said she had a secret.
“Why bring it up now?”
“If it’s not rude, can I know that secret too?”
“W-what?”
“Not okay?”
Yoo Ara shook her head at Hye-ri’s earnest plea.
“No.”
“Why not? I’ll tell you mine in exchange. Why I move so fast…”
“Don’t need it!”
Yoo Ara frantically covered Hye-ri’s mouth.
“Mmfmmph.”
Hye-ri mumbled with her mouth blocked.
“Didn’t hear it. So I won’t tell either.”
She’d realized Kim Siu’s skill from the results. He wasn’t an ordinary tutor. His methods were odd, but his ability was guaranteed.
And it felt good. Weirdly.
Why keep thinking like this? The morning masturbation?
“…Not fair.”
Hye-ri pouted, glaring sulkily.
“I won, so tell me once.”
“You won, that’s why I can’t. I’ll beat you someday, Hye-ri.”
“…”
Hye-ri shook her head at Yoo Ara’s words.
“Ara, you’ll never beat me.”
No malice. Just calm truth.
“Don’t worry. I told you, I have a secret.”
“Seriously… too much.”
“They look close.”
Park Ji-yoon, professor for Class D, muttered watching Yoo Ara and Hye-ri bicker.
The exam upset: those two beating Class A for first and second.
Not a full integrated exam across classes, so possible. Class A’s high baseline meant internal competition cost points.
That was the flaw in first regular exams. Class-separated tests lacked accuracy.
Hence the second regular—finals—mattered: integrated across A to D.
If they matched this in finals…
They’d fit in Class A easy.
Park Ji-yoon’s eyes turned to Yoo Ara. Hye-ri made sense. Famous from the start. Younger sister of world-top tanker Lee Kang-san. Overwhelming dealer skills, but wanted to tank like her brother. A freak in Class D despite Class A potential. Prime talent for first anytime conditions aligned.
But Yoo Ara.
How’d she do it?
Incomprehensible. Perfect sim mastery, exploiting test flaws for monthly first, then patching weaknesses in cadet duels for second. Clear times dominated. Plus bonus from wiping most Class D parties.
Not just simulation strategies—full cadet combat strategies.
Post-exam, Park realized.
Definitely has a great teacher.
Insanely skilled. Who was Yoo Ara’s tutor? It piqued her curiosity.
“Ear’s itching.”
Appraising an item, his ear itched like mad. Someone badmouthing him? Plenty did.
“How much longer?”
“Not long, sunbae.”
Jeong Bong-sik rushed him. The necklace was a gift from one of his students.
He grinned slyly.
“Heard Yoo Ara passed first round?”
“You heard?”
“From her. She’s desperate to extend with you.”
“Makes sense. Second place pass.”
Her name made his crotch throb. The sight of her ass spanked, pussy drooling, still vivid.
“Impressive. Turning dead last to second.”
His eyes gleamed.
“If you were officially contracted, I’d brag everywhere.”
Bong-sik sighed regretfully.
“So what about her? Told her extension’s not our call.”
“Took her on, so see it through.”
“Tsk, made a rival…”
“Won’t spread I’m the teacher. Won’t steal your clients.”
“Gonna tutor?”
He paused, then nodded. Bong-sik’s eyes narrowed.
“Only ones who meet my eye. And…”
“And?”
His glare sharpened. Sunbae, staring won’t pierce me.
“Mostly broke kids.”
“What? Pfft! Volunteering?”
He laughed genuinely. Teaching poor kids? Impossible for money-driven Bong-sik.
“If raising, start with good sprouts over rich ones.”
“Hm… Knew you were weird. Trustworthy?”
“Weird, but no liar.”
“Kukuku, true.”
Bong-sik stood.
“Not taking the necklace?”
“Gift for you. Reward for handling that mess.”
“Already got last one.”
“From your hyung. Take it.”
He checked the necklace appraisal.
◈ Artifact presumed used by ancient Vikings.
◈ On equip: +Movement Speed, +Attack Speed, -Defense.
C+ at best. And necklace accessories had shit value. Market price under 100,000 won.
This guy knew it was junk and dumped it on me.
“Whatever. Counts as clean handover for Yoo Ara.”
He took the next client.