I'll Take Care of It with My Mouth
"...Is she that desperate?"
After hanging up with Yoo Ara, I recalled her final expression. Her flushed face and ragged breathing, the way she slightly bit her lower lip, those hazy eyes gazing at me. The image of her completely lost in arousal, unable to think straight, was still vivid.
All I'd done was give her a little push. The call had started with me telling her to phone me if she wanted the answer, but it quickly turned into a video call. And then she ended up showing me her lower half herself. Imagining her angling the camera lens downward to reveal the answer to me made my cock harden naturally.
It was such a lewd, lust-filled sight that I was tempted to jerk off and relieve this surging desire on my own. One thing was certain: that play at her family home had hit her hard. I was looking forward to seeing how she'd react when I showed up for tomorrow's lesson. If I acted like I knew nothing, she'd definitely get frustrated. I planned to string her along until she ended up seducing me and begging on her own.
"Guess I should hit the gym and burn this off before bed."
I couldn't just sleep with all this pent-up energy. She was probably wide awake right now, unable to sleep and just touching herself. That wouldn't do. Building stamina for lesson prep had become an essential routine now. I was training as hard as I did back in my hunter days... but in the end, it was necessary for my successful revenge. No matter how many people I gathered around me, I couldn't achieve my grand ambitions without forging this body first.
And the next day, as I headed to Yoo Ara's house for the tutoring session, I heard a commotion from inside.
Crash! Bang!
"Kyaaak!"
What the hell? It sounded like something major was going down in there.
"W-Wait a sec! Just give me a minute!"
A frantic voice called out from inside. I had no idea what she could be doing alone to cause such a racket. I waited about ten minutes at the door. Something was definitely off.
Click.
The door finally opened after a long wait.
"O-Oh, you're here? Y-You're early, huh?"
She looked like she'd hastily changed clothes—her outfit was a bit disheveled, drawing my eye. Her makeup was barely more than skin toner, and her eyes still had that sleepy haze. It screamed last-minute prep.
"No way... were you sleeping until now?"
"Huh? H-Haha, no way..."
She denied it, but she avoided my gaze. The air was thick with air freshener.
"I-I didn't air out the place. Hold on..."
Yoo Ara rushed to open the windows. Hot air from outside rushed in, circulating through the room. And in that moment, I caught it—amid the overpowering freshener scent, the lewd aroma of a woman. The scent of aroused pussy juices and pheromones.
"You..."
Her face flushed crimson as our eyes met, and I held my tongue. She squirmed, head down, as if she'd read exactly what I wanted to say. It was obvious: after our call last night, she'd spent the whole night comforting herself, fallen asleep late, and had just woken up. She hadn't even aired out the room, so traces of her session lingered thick in the air, and she'd tried masking it with freshener.
"I-It’s... a misunderstanding. I just..."
"No need to explain."
"Ughhh..."
That's when my foot caught on the spaghetti strap top from last night. She'd forgotten to put it away in her rush to change.
"Wh-Why is this here? Haha."
She quickly shoved it into the laundry basket. To spare her further embarrassment, I changed the subject.
"You said you'd wash my clothes last time. Where are they?"
"Oh, th-that? One sec."
Yoo Ara opened the wardrobe and pulled out my neatly folded clothes. They'd been cleaned to perfection—like brand new.
'Brand new?'
The fabric felt wrong in my hands—not like worn cloth. It was too stiff. Unless she had a skill to regenerate fibers, this didn't make sense...
"Ara, these are too clean. Like they're brand new."
"R-Right? Amazing, huh? I was shocked when I washed them too. M-Machines these days are incredible. Heh, hehehe."
I watched her babble, avoiding my eyes. With a sigh at her flustered state, I let it slide.
"Yeah, washers are pretty great these days."
I'd pretend not to notice this once. Her effort to order identical replacements after seeing my clothes was touching enough. A vacation gift, sure.
"Alright, let's start the lesson."
I kicked things off, playing dumb.
"O-Okay! What're we doing today?"
Her pursed lips twitched. Her expectant face screamed she wanted another deep massage. Probably hoping for a reward now that she'd gotten the answer from our call.
"Theory class."
"Th-Theory?"
"Yeah. Before we dive into practicals, I'll cover key issues in dungeons. You'll have lab sessions in the second semester anyway."
"Oh..."
Her voice dripped with disappointment. But I had no intention of indulging her whims. From experience, making her desperate was the best way to get her focused on lessons. This time, I'd leave her hanging until she clung to me herself.
Once second semester hit, guilds would swarm her for contracts. She was bound to me by agreement, but who knew. If a behemoth like Daesung came knocking, she might waver. I needed to make her mine completely, lock her down tight. And that went beyond mere deals or contracts.
Desire. Fulfilling her deepest cravings entirely. That was how I'd pull her into my arms.
"What's the biggest danger for newbie hunters, in your opinion?"
"Boss monsters, probably? You have to take down the boss to clear the dungeon."
"Half right."
"So if half's right, then boss patterns?"
"Good line of thinking, but no."
"What's the answer then?"
"Traps."
"Traps?"
In truth, more rookies died to dungeon traps than boss monsters.
"Exactly. And the worst are fatalities from traps set by other raiding parties trying to clear the dungeon."
"How does that even happen?"
"Hunters set traps mostly to hunt or pin boss monsters."
They were designed to pierce thick boss hides—too much for non-tanks to survive. To prevent accidents, parties marked them, but newbies often charged in without memorizing the signs, triggering them anyway. As the saying goes: friendly fire's deadlier than enemy bullets. I couldn't lose my precious tutee to something so stupid, so I'd drill this before labs.
"I'll teach you trap markers and what to do if there aren't any. Come closer."
At that, Yoo Ara hopped up from across the table and plopped down beside me, pressing her body—still carrying that faint lewd scent—right against mine.
"Like this?"
"Yeah. Perfect."
Deliberate contact, skinship. Her soft breasts brushed my arm teasingly. Every move screamed her desperation.
Sniff sniff.
Unable to hold back, she leaned in close and inhaled my scent. I didn't stop her. I'd learned recently she went wild for my smell. It could even be a tool to tease her...
Sniff sniff.
"Teacher..."
Her voice turned icy as she sniffed.
"What?"
"What's this smell?"
"Smell?"
"Yeah. It's different from usual."
She pressed her face to my body.
Sniff sniff.
"It's different. The scent's changed..."
She looked up at me accusingly.
"Teacher, did you get a girlfriend?"
"What?"
"You smell like a woman. Perfume... Who is it? You really got a girlfriend?"
Her obsessive questioning reminded me of my session with Lee Hye-ri. 'No way.'
I'd stripped her, spanked her ass over my lap. Had that scent lingered? It'd been two days, and I'd showered multiple times after workouts. No way it stuck. But she could smell it? What kind of nose did she have?
Yoo Ara glared with utter certainty.
"Tell me. Who?"
"..."
"Y-You're not really dating someone, right? Right?"
To avoid a ridiculous misunderstanding snowballing, I shook my head.
"Nothing like that."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Then this scent..."
"I took on a new student."
"A n-new student?"
"Yeah."
"Wh-Who? Someone I know?"
"Yeah. Someone you know."
I'd planned to keep it secret until after her first-year courses. But whatever.
"Lee Hye-ri came to me at the start of break. Wants to be a tank."
"Oh..."
"So I said I'd train her."
"R-Right. Makes sense... You're too talented to teach just me anyway..."
I stroked her dejected head.
"Don't be too bummed. A new student won't mean I neglect you."
"Ughhh..."
She clutched my shirt.
"Then prove it."
"Prove it?"
"Yeah. Prove you won't neglect me."
She sounded desperate.
"Prove it, huh?"
"Yes. We talked on the phone yesterday, right? I gave the answer, you got it right... but nothing yet."
"..."
"I'd even planned what reward to give you today..."
She leaned into me, looking pitiful.
"That call yesterday?"
"Yes. You ordered me to tell you the answer... I did everything, so why won't you..."
She was the one who'd promised a reward, yet here she was, burning up inside.
"You want to give it that badly?"
"Yes... I want to give you my prepared reward."
I knew her "proof" wasn't about lessons.
"What's this reward you've prepared?"
"For the teacher who got it right..."
Her hand slid downward. Kneeling beside me, she reached for my zipper.
"I'll... take care of it with my mouth."
She unzipped and pulled down my pants. This was a new level of aggression from her.
'She's really desperate, huh.'
What flipped the switch? The new student news? The call? I'd ask after.
She stared at the massive tent in my underwear, my rock-hard cock straining.
"Ah..."
"This prove it enough?"
"Not yet. Proof comes after you accept my reward."
Peeling off my underwear, her face burned with competitive fire. Beating Lee Hye-ri was etched plain on her features.
"This is my reward."
She engulfed my fully erect cock in her mouth.
"Mmmph!"
She took it deep into her throat. Her saliva-slick throat clenched tight around the tip, stimulating intensely. As her head bobbed deeper, her neck bulged visibly from my cock. Throat fucking—a throatjob. That was her reward to me.