Was She This Kind of Woman?
‘Five million won.’
Jeong Bong-sik from the tutoring agency had said the fee for second-semester regular classes was eight million won. If those lousy teachers charged eight million, Tutor Siu's price had to be way higher. It wasn't for nothing that he was the academy's top graduate.
So she'd offered twelve million—the absolute max she could scrape together. It was five million she'd borrowed to make it happen. Sure, she qualified for a scholarship, but that money only came after the semester ended. Her pockets were empty right now. Even if she got it, after paying off loans and covering next semester's living expenses, she'd have twelve million left at best. If he turned that down, she was out of options.
So she'd proposed it, trembling... and then.
“Five million is fine.”
Tutor Siu said five million was enough. In that instant, it felt like a beam of heavenly light pierced the sky. Warmth flooded her. Sure, she'd have to join his guild later and work there for two years, but that wasn't a hurdle for her. She had to graduate first to get into a famous guild anyway. If he helped her graduate safely, two years for Siu was nothing. She could even do four—double it.
And someone of Tutor Siu's caliber surely knew all the big shots in the industry. Spending two years by his side would let her show herself off to them. She wouldn't even need to switch to a top guild; she'd get famous on her own.
“From now on—third semester, fourth, and up to graduation—the price is frozen at five million.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you, Tutor!”
Yoo Ara grabbed Siu's hand and shouted. To her, Kim Siu was a savior, a benefactor. The man who'd pulled her from the brink of expulsion. The fact that he'd stick with her all the way to graduation made her snatch his hand without thinking. Tears welled up. It was an instinctive reaction to the deep relief washing over her.
“I'll do so much better from now on! I'll listen to everything you say and follow it! Seriously, you're the best, Tutor!”
“Good to see that enthusiasm. You can transfer the money whenever. I know your wallet situation.”
Was this guy an angel?
“And let go of my hand. How long are you gonna hold it?”
“Oh, sorry.”
Yoo Ara released his hand. ‘So many calluses.’ Unlike her hands, shaped by telekinesis, Kim Siu's were thick and large. She needed both of hers just to wrap around it. Masculine. Those rough, sturdy hands must've taken down monsters. Her gaze locked onto them.
Bony knuckles on that massive hand, veins snaking across the back like serpents, flexing with every movement to assert their presence. So different from her soft ones. Yoo Ara swallowed unconsciously. No idea why. Pure instinct.
‘Wait... those hands massaged my body?’
The thought hit, and her face burned. Those hands that had touched her naked body, spanked her ass—they were right there.
“Ahhh...”
She twitched. Couldn't stay still. Big trouble. Her panties were getting damp.
“Ahem. We've stamped the contract. Time to head out.”
No class today. He'd only come to extend the deal. Business done, so yeah, he should go. But somehow...
She didn't want him to.
“U-um, Tutor!”
She grabbed at him as he stood. “Haven't you had dinner? How about... r, ramen at least before you go?”
Idiot. That line! The classic one women use to seduce guys. So old-school it barely worked anymore. She'd blurted it out in desperation to keep him there. And while holding his wrist, no less.
“What, trying to seduce me?”
“N-no! Just... you shouldn't leave hungry.”
“You gonna cook it?”
“Of course. You're the guest.”
Kim Siu stared at her silently, then sat back down.
“Sure. Boil me some ramen. I am hungry. Haven't eaten since lunch.”
Sunset now—prime dinner time, stomach-growling hours.
“Just a sec!”
Yoo Ara jumped up, set water on the induction cooker. Boiling bubbles. She cracked an egg into the fragrant ramen.
“Here.”
“You not eating?”
“I'm good.”
“Smells great.”
Kim Siu picked up his chopsticks. ‘What am I even doing?’ Yoo Ara couldn't process her own actions. Holding back a guy heading home to cook him ramen. It was like she didn't want him to leave.
‘Ugh, now make him go. Don't give him the wrong idea. We're just tutor and student. That's it.’
So once he finished the ramen, tell him to leave. But even then, her eyes stayed glued to his thick fingers wielding chopsticks, the protruding knuckles on his hand, the veined wrist. Gulp. Every time his Adam's apple bobbed swallowing ramen, she swallowed too, unconsciously.
“Whew. Delicious.”
He slurped the last of the broth, cleared the table.
“But just ramen feels kinda off.”
“P-pardon?”
His eyes narrowed slyly. He's misunderstanding for real. Gotta deny it. Say she wasn't seducing him.
“Take your clothes off.”
“W-wait, Tutor. I'm not mentally ready yet...”
This should come after more steps. Stripping? Even if they'd seen everything already. Mostly her showing him, but still. This was awkward...
“What're you doing? Time for mana rotation.”
“Eh... yes?”
“Can't just eat and leave like a bad guy. Gotta give and take properly.”
What had she been hoping for? Idiot. He wouldn't. Even seeing her naked, kneading and spanking her, he'd never gone further. Got hard, sure, but that was it. He saw her as a student to teach, not a woman.
So he didn't see her that way. Her pride stung. She knew it, but still.
‘I'm not ugly.’ Great figure, decent face... What was missing?
“Not lying down?”
“One sec. D-do I have to undress?”
“More efficient that way. You know.”
“C-can't we skip it?”
Wasn't wearing cute underwear. Embarrassing to show anyone. Plus, getting wet from watching him earlier. Panties were probably soaked. Didn't want him seeing her turned on.
“Won't be satisfying.”
“I-it's fine. Just like this today.”
He eyed her a moment, nodded. “Do what you want.”
“Phew.”
Relief... but disappointment too. She knew how good it felt.
“Th-then I'll lie face-down on the bed.”
“Go ahead.”
The mana rotation massage over her clothes left Yoo Ara wanting. ‘Not enough. Way not enough.’ No ticklish stimulation. So disappointing. She tried to endure. But his fingers teasing her back—it killed her not feeling them fully.
Embarrassment vs. longing. The scale tipped.
And longing won.
“U-um, Tutor.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I strip now?”
“......Do what you want.”
“N-not that I have to or anything.”
She babbled. “C-could you close your eyes? I'm, uh, shy.”
Siu's look said, What's with her today?
“Better turn off the lights.”
“R-right!”
Top graduates had night vision like daytime—she was too flustered to realize. She stripped down to panties and lay back. They were damp with arousal, but the dark hid it. Or so she believed.
Of course, Kim Siu was staring blatantly at her soaked panties. She had no clue.
“Let's start again.”
His mana-infused fingers touched her back.
“Haaah!”
Her hips shuddered. This. This feeling of his mana and fingers—pure bliss. Eyes shut, she savored the raw pleasure wrapping her.
Then his thick hand smacked her ass.
Smack!
“Hnnngh!”
Hot. So good. Heart pounding, core throbbing. Body twitching from the spanking. ‘Love it. So much.’
Tutor's lessons were amazing!!
“Haaaang!!!”
“W-what the hell?”
Lee Hye-ri was stunned by the scene unfolding before her. She'd snuck into Yoo Ara's place to uncover her secret, hiding out. Overhear the tutoring—whether Ara went to the tutor's or he came here—she'd catch the method eventually. She was that desperate.
After over an hour of staking out, Kim Siu showed up. Looked like a normal guy. ‘Who is he?’ Familiar face, but too far to see clearly.
Once he entered, she timed it and crept up. They'd be focused on class, wouldn't notice. Crouched in stealth, she reached the front.
“Haaaang! Hnngh!”
Weird sounds. Sticky, perverted moans oozing desire. Porn on? What were they doing? Hye-ri's face flushed. She peeked through the window.
In the dark room... ‘She's naked, getting her ass spanked...?’
Perverted play. Yoo Ara, in just underwear on the bed, writhing like a cat in heat as the guy smacked her ass.
‘Was she this kind of girl?’
Then—he sensed her gaze? His body paused, head turning toward her window. She ducked fast.
Just came for the secret. But this? So obscene! Her cool facade cracked. She'd devoted her life to becoming a tank, never seen anything like it. Didn't even know masturbation or porn properly.
Tutoring? Strength secret? No way. But then what? Boyfriend? Nah, her greeting at the door wasn't that vibe.
Weird. Weird. Weird.
Hye-ri couldn't make sense of it. Then—movement inside. Him standing.
“Tutor, where you going?”
“Just a sec...”
‘Run.’
If caught, disaster. Heart dropping, Hye-ri fled.
***
“Tutor...?”
Yoo Ara asked face-down in her underwear, in the dark. She didn't know he could see perfectly. So he hadn't mentioned her damp panties pre-massage.
But. ‘Who was that?’
A gaze. Not hostile or lecherous. Curiosity. He'd ask Yoo Ara soon about school stuff. Probably a classmate.
“Something wrong?”
“Nah. Just switching positions.”
I softly smacked her ass again.
Smack!
“Hnnnngh!!! Haa, haaaang...”
Yoo Ara squirted arousal with each hit. Her conquest progress: