Chapter 8: It Was a Slip of the Tongue.
“Hah!”
That's weird. This can't be happening. Am I really feeling it right now? Yoo Ara was stunned. The fact that she was getting aroused and feeling pleasure from the moment she stripped in front of a stranger—no, precisely her tutor, Kim Siu.
The instant she bared herself before him, her heart pounded wildly.
“Stay still.”
His low voice and the hands roaming her body—every single touch stimulated her.
This can't be happening. I'm not a pervert. I'm not the kind who gets off on stripping in front of a guy and being groped.
Thump, thump. But her oblivious heart kept racing.
“Haa, haa.”
As Kim Siu's fingers grew bolder, kneading her breasts, her breathing turned rougher. Blood rushed to her nipples, hardening them.
No. This can't be.
The moment his fingers slipped between her unkempt pubic hair.
“Hik!”
She yelped in surprise, choking on air. Did tutoring really require touching her there?
Squelch, squelch. Lewd wet sounds echoed through the room—sounds that shouldn't be heard.
Her face flushed deeper. Shame burned through her.
That sound isn't coming from me.
It had to be that way. Kim Siu's fingers, withdrawn from her pussy, glistened with sticky fluid. The sight of clear love juices stretching between them made Yoo Ara squeeze her eyes shut.
She couldn't look. Looking would mean admitting it.
I'm not feeling it. I'm not.
“You aren't getting wet from this, are you?”
Kim Siu examined his fingers and asked her directly.
“W-what?”
“Are you feeling it right now?”
“W-what are you talking about? Absolutely not!”
“Then what's this?”
“Th-that's...”
Her mind raced. But her arousal-addled brain couldn't function properly.
“Y-yeah. It's... u-urine! I-I went to the bathroom before you came, but I didn't wipe properly...”
It was a ridiculous excuse. But admitting she was turned on felt worse. The words were already out. Becoming the girl who couldn't even wipe her own piss properly was mortifying, but at least she wasn't the slut who creamed herself from a fingering.
“Is that so?”
Kim Siu glanced between his fingers and her, then nodded.
“Right. You shouldn't be enjoying this. I'm teaching you seriously here.”
Did it work? He didn't press further. He just nodded as if accepting her words.
“Teaching me seriously, my ass.”
Her voice rose unnecessarily. Of course, she knew his skills. She'd felt them already. Thanks to his lessons, her body felt refreshed, her mana capacity had increased from the mana rotation, and she'd scored high on the weekly evaluation.
All thanks to Kim Siu. Her head knew it, but her body rebelled. No matter how effective, stripping naked? And getting turned on by it?
Her defenses kicked in. No way. I couldn't be feeling this.
Her voice pitched higher, complaints spilling out.
“It doesn't seem right...”
But she lacked the confidence to say it loudly, so she muttered softly.
At the same time, a sliver of anticipation stirred. Not how much can I grow, but how long will this sensation last—disgust welled up at her own depraved thoughts.
I watched Yoo Ara desperately deny it all.
Spot on.
She had proper masochistic tendencies. As her emotional appraisal confirmed, her hidden masochism kept rearing its head. The shame of stripping before a man, the pleasure flickering across her face with every touch—it all proved it.
No wonder she'd climaxed from the leather belt spanking. That explained it.
I slapped her ass with my palm.
Smack!
“Kyaaang!”
A cry closer to a moan than a scream. Anyone could tell she was enjoying it.
Hiding something like this? Her aggression toward others—wasn't it from past trauma and an instinct to conceal her own inclinations?
Masochistic girls often lashed out at others. The more they resisted, the more they craved being crushed by overwhelming force.
They couldn't be honest with their desires. Unable to accept themselves, they armored up in sadistic facades, all while denying it desperately.
Her bitchiness at our first meeting? Just her instincts kicking in to protect herself.
“E-even getting spanked like this...”
“It's training. To circulate your mana faster. Stay still.”
“Yes.”
A red handprint bloomed on her ass. A great idea hit me. A way to boost her scores and make her obedient.
Make her cum properly.
Similar to forcing mana rotation. Infuse my palm with mana, spank her sensitive spots, stimulate her body.
Yoo Ara's body was growing accustomed to mana. The moment it hit, she'd absorb it—and that process would hurt like hell. Forcing mana absorption through the skin isn't pleasant.
But for a masochist like her? She'd love it.
I stood her up.
“Stay still.”
I raised my palm and slapped her breast.
“Hngh!”
“Focus on the sensation when it hits.”
“O-okay.”
Smack!
“Kgh!”
Her ass this time. Her body jerked, trembling. She could feel the mana piercing her.
A stinging jolt through her whole body—painful. But a blessing for Yoo Ara. Her overheated body would convert that pain straight to pleasure.
Smack!
“Hngh!”
Her thigh now. She bit her lip in agony, eyes squeezed shut. Her face reddened in proportion to the thickening love juices trickling down her thigh.
Pretending not to notice, I slapped her breast again.
Smack!
I targeted just three spots: breasts, thighs, ass. The meatiest areas. It required precise control—moderate mana in my palm, controlled strength.
Strike fatty flesh to cushion the impact, let the vibration spread it out. Hit bony spots like the stomach or face wrong? Serious injury.
Can't have that.
“Hah... hng.”
Her moaning voice grew weaker. Her mouth spilled more tortured whimpers as I teased her relentlessly.
She trembled, eyes shut tight, awaiting the next slap.
She didn't realize it with her eyes closed, but her lips curved upward just a bit.
“Hng... good...”
Her eyes snapped open. Disbelieving what she'd said, she clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Th-that's not it. I-I misspoke.”
“Sure.”
Instead of replying, I slapped her again.
“Kyat...”
Another sticky moan. Every scream from her made my own heart race.
Was tormenting a woman this fun? My pulse quickened. My cock stiffened rock-hard.
Whew, calm down. No need to get excited over a student. Keep business and pleasure separate.
But damn, Yoo Ara was hot. Insanely fuckable. Those huge tits, the ass glowing red from my palm, her sweat-filled navel, even that bushy, untended pubic hair.
All of it. Her moaning face kept provoking me.
-Just fuck her already!
-It's a feast prepared for you.
-Fuck her now, and she'll spread her legs herself.
Tempting whispers tormented me. The scent of her arousal mixed with sweat drove me mad.
I wanted to pound her right then, but reason held me back.
Not now.
Even if I gave in, not yet.
“Last one.”
Smack!
“Kghhh!”
Final strike to her ass, ending the real lesson.
“Haa, haa.”
Yoo Ara finally collapsed to the floor. Sweat—or was it love juices?—soaked the room floor. No telling the ratio.
She'd been that aroused. Now she was cooling off, reclaiming her sanity.
I wiped my sweat-slick hands while looking down at her. Her skin would be hypersensitive, tingling even from air. Mana had made her ass and breasts nearly as sensitive as her pussy.
She couldn't dress yet. Putting clothes on might make her cum. She'd buck her hips and climax.
So she endured, clutching her clothes to cover the essentials.
“Um, Teacher...”
“What?”
“Will all future lessons be like this?”
“Got a problem?”
“N-not really. It's just embarrassing... m-maybe another way...”
“Nitpick the method, and you won't pass. If you wanna complain about teaching styles, pass the first exam first.”
“Ugh, got it.”
Yoo Ara nodded.
“But what about studying theory or practical strategies...”
“That's for kids with solid basics. You need to build basics first, Yoo Ara.”
“...Yes, understood.”
She nodded, seemingly convinced, and shut her mouth.
And so the third lesson ended smoothly.
“Hey, Siu!”
After the lesson, I met Bong-sik for settlement.
“Already the third time. She must like you.”
“She's got real teaching potential. Thinking of sticking with her.”
“Keke, told ya. Solid basics. Didn't expect you'd go this hard, though.”
“You called her?”
“She asked. If she could keep going with you.”
Keep going with me? No way.
“Yoo Ara didn't actually enjoy it back then, did she?”
“Huh?”
“Nothing. What'd you tell her?”
“Said ask the instructor himself.”
Bong-sik fished in his pocket.
“Whatcha gonna do?”
“No harm in it.”
“Yeah?”
His face bloomed with a grin. Not because she paid big—
Trust issues.
His motto was failure-proof tutoring. He couldn't afford to lose that rep for all his students.
“Keke, smart choice. Here's two hundred. Travel fee.”
“No bonus?”
“Don't worry. You'll get it.”
He handed over another stack.
“Remaining three hundred.”
“Five hundred total?”
“Full fee from that girl. I take nothing. All yours.”
“Clean cut. Why so generous?”
“Money I'd have lost if you failed. Plus extra damages.”
“Hm. Fair enough.”
“I settle clean.”
I held out my hand to Bong-sik.
“Payroll time.”
“What?”
“Performance bonus. Saved your ass from a contract breach.”
“You thieving bastard.”
“You knew and hired me.”
He sighed heavily.
“Fine. I'll match the other tutors.”
“Pay talent more.”
“Damn punk. Double it. Happy?”
“Good.”
Five hundred for one student. Though it varied by situation. Heard rich folks pay two thousand.
“Depends on results.”
He read my look and spoke.
“Yoo Ara's aiming for first exam pass. So five hundred.”
“After the exam?”
“Renew the contract.”
“Big money.”
“Second pass is eight hundred.”
Academy tutoring. A money pit.
“Cheaper than twenty million tuition.”
“True.”
Heard Busan's Daesung Hunter Academy got no government aid, so fees double Korean Hunter Academy's. This place sucked cash dry.
“Wanna team up?”
“Nah.”
“Just her then?”
“Teaching ain't my style overall.”
“Tch. Fine. Handle her yourself?”
“Of course. Got the cash.”
Not for money. Bigger goals.
Not the kind you share.
Daesung.
Gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years. I'd raise these kids and get my payback.