Panties On? Or Off?♡
“Was that too much?”
He'd spanked Lee Hye-ri's ass until it was bright red and swollen. On purpose, like punishing a naughty child—he'd laid her across his lap and smacked her buttocks hard. The sting of pain combined with just the right dose of humiliation would've left a deep mark on her. Next time, she'd throw herself into her lessons to avoid a repeat.
You can't become a tank without mastering Cheonryu Swordsmanship.
That's why he'd gone a little overboard with the corporal punishment. And from here on out, he'd keep dishing it out at this intensity. Pure discipline, no sexual undertones whatsoever.
Except...
“Phew, thought I was gonna die.”
Finally getting his erection under control, Kim Siu rubbed his chest. It ached. Her ass had hurt like hell, but he'd suffered just as much from the relentless pressure squeezing his cock. Still, the punishment had worked. It wasn't even about her classroom attitude.
Stamina had gone up. Maybe from tanking all those impacts? Or perhaps when he'd rubbed ointment on her ass, his Growth Assistance skill Super Recovery had kicked in. Her stamina had jumped a whole rank right there during the treatment.
“If we keep this up, she'll grow just fine.”
She'd become the tank she dreamed of being.
“Let's head home.”
He was beat. Must've overdone it with all the exertion. Time for a nap back at his place.
A text popped up—Yoo Ara was back from her family home. She'd sent a selfie snapped at home, wearing nothing but a thin white camisole.
He could feel her determination radiating through the message. She really wanted that top spot. A student bursting with motivation was never a bad thing. Sure, overdoing it could cause issues now and then, but that beat apathy any day.
But still...
“Is she not wearing anything underneath?”
Bottomless? The camisole's hem barely skimmed her hips. And the fabric was so sheer, he could make out faint shadows of her pelvis and crotch. No pants in sight from the silhouette. Panties? Maybe, but it was hard to tell.
She'd gotten so comfortable with him that she was sending stuff like this now.
Yoo Ara fired back a naughty laughing emoji.
This brat was teasing her teacher.
Bzzz!
Another text from Yoo Ara right away.
It was a photo of her in front of the bathroom mirror, hem lifted just enough to tease, grinning mischievously at the camera with her phone in hand. The shot cut off right at her hips.
The kid was getting cheeky, trying to mess with her teacher. But ignoring a student's question wasn't exactly teacherly either. He studied the photo closely. The mirror didn't reflect below her navel. No panty line on her pubic mound.
“Hmm...”
Off, probably? Considering Yoo Ara's masochistic streak, she definitely wasn't wearing any. He was sure of it. No need to overthink why she'd sent it. The reason was obvious.
He texted back the answer to her little game.
Yoo Ara got back to her apartment buzzing with excitement at the thought of private lessons tomorrow. The moment she arrived, she texted Siu Teacher. It just happened to be while she was changing clothes—that was reason one. Reason two: Memories of what he'd done to her at her family home flooded back as she typed.
She wanted to tease him a bit. So mid-change, wearing only the camisole, she snapped a selfie. The thin fabric let her silhouette peek through just enough.
Is this really me...?
It was nothing special, but it looked so lewd. He'd freak, right? Eyes squeezed shut, she hit send.
The reply wasn't what she'd expected.
Her pride stung. A lecture, even now? Read the mood! Didn't this turn him on?
If I were a guy, I'd barge in right now and...
His lukewarm response fired up her competitive side. She pushed further.
She headed to the bathroom, lifted the camisole hem, and snapped another. Even she had to admit—her slim waist, the peek of underboob, the tantalizing pubic line. That strict Teacher Siu wouldn't hold back now, would he?
But after shooting it, embarrassment hit hard.
“Ugh... is it okay to send this?”
So shameful... Her heart pounded at the thought of him seeing it. Weird—she'd already shown him everything, done everything.
D-don't be embarrassed.
Eyes clenched, she sent it. Her hand shook as she hit send.
“H-he won't think I'm some slutty girl now, right?”
She didn't want him seeing her as easy. He was the first she'd ever done this with... She'd gotten caught up in the mood, but now worries swirled.
So hyped before sending, too.
Then the reply chime.
Ding!
“It's here!”
Standing before the bathroom mirror, Yoo Ara fumbled her phone open with both hands. Heart racing.
Cool and curt. His firm tone made her heart pound wildly.
Thump-thump-thump.
“Hoo, hoo.”
Just words on a screen, but why was her pulse racing? Then it hit her.
Ah. It's an order.
A command from teacher to student. One she had to obey.
Gulp.
Yoo Ara dialed as ordered.
Ring ring ring.
"You actually called? That desperate for the answer?"
“T-teacher, you told me to call. I-I'm the one who made the quiz, so I gotta hear the answer...”
Her voice went weak. Dizziness hit the moment she heard his steady tone. Blood rushed hot. Nipples hardened, clit throbbing with fresh blood.
“Haa, haa.”
Breath ragged. After a brief silence, his voice returned.
"The Yoo Ara I know? You'd be bare down there. Right?"
Not an answer—a command. Take them off if you're wearing any.
She glanced at her reflection. Camisole and panties, phone to her ear, grinning like an idiot at his voice.
“Y-yeah, you're right.”
Shlick.
She bent, sliding off her panties with her free hand. It didn't matter if she'd been wearing them. What mattered was Teacher Siu's answer: off. And she had to correct to match.
Her sky-blue panties peeled away, love juices stringing like spider silk.
“Hnnng...”
She was in heat.
“Th-that's the answer, Teacher.”
"Show me. Prove I got it right. Think words are enough?"
His voice felt like it bound her body. Like she had to obey. An invisible grip.
She moved not by her will, but his command.
“O-okay... hold on.”
Trembling fingers hit video call. Her flushed, aroused face filled the screen—breath shaky, unable to hide her excitement. So slutty. This is me? No way.
She connected. His face appeared.
“T-ta-da!”
She forced a smile, voice quivering, lips trembling.
Teacher Siu smirked leisurely.
"What're you waiting for? Show me the answer sheet."
“J-just a sec.”
She angled the camera down. Her freshly bared lower half filled the frame—bushy mound fully exposed.
“S-see? That's the answer.”
"Yup. Correct."
His I knew it tone hit, and her body shuddered. Ah—cumming. Cumming from words alone. Am I really that hopeless a perv?
"Got it right, so what's my prize?"
“Th-the prize...”
Reality crashed back. Oh crap. What now? She hadn't thought that far. It'd all been impulse. No time to plan a prize. She'd just wanted to trick him into a wrong answer, mess with him.
“Uh, well...”
"Didn't think that far? You weren't planning to make me say wrong from the start, were you?"
“N-no way! I'd never trick you, Teacher!”
"Fine. Spit it out then."
“Er... um...”
Yoo Ara, think fast! Say anything! If he finds out I was pranking him, he'll punish me. Don't want that.
“I-I'll tell you tomorrow during lesson!”
Best she could come up with on the spot? Lame, but it was all she had to escape this.
Did he buy it?
"Alright. I'll take my prize from you tomorrow."
Phew. Relief washed over her as she clutched her chest.
"How long you planning to keep that on display? I can see your juices dripping."
“Huh? ...Kyaah!!!”
Insane! She'd been showing her pussy selfie the whole time! He'd seen her cum, the mess leaking out.
mortified. Couldn't look up.
“Agh, ugh...”
"You want it that bad? Enough to send a video?"
“Wh-what...”
She hadn't planned to, but now? Desperate. Phone sex or whatever—even over the line.
This setup was weirdly hot. Miles apart, connected only by signal. Like the world held just her and Teacher.
“I-if I want it... will you?”
"Think that'd satisfy you?"
“Huh...?”
"Looks like I know what my tomorrow's prize'll be."
A wicked smile curled on his screen-face. Seeing it made her head spin.
“Aaah...”
"Look forward to your prize tomorrow. You should too."
“O-okay. I'll be waiting.”
But her body was too worked up to wait for tomorrow's lesson.
C-can't hold out...
What to do?