The Gift (4)
They say that starting is half the battle. I’d succeeded in bringing the teacher to my house, so that was half the work done. Now, I just had to nail the rest. It was fine. I’d studied men’s tastes extensively. I knew what kind of behavior women liked to exhibit, what kind of reactions they liked to give. Things like that. While the teacher was busy, I’d locked myself in my room and simulated it all countless times. There was even one day where the cleaning lady looked visibly uncomfortable because of… well, anyway. I had something else prepared, too, and since the teacher was a man, I was sure he’d like it. Really.
"15,180 won… Here, take the card."
"…."
He’d like it… right? He wouldn’t hate it or say it wasn’t his type, would he? If that happened, it would be worse than not doing anything at all.
"Maybe it’s because it’s night. It’s a bit chilly. Let’s go inside quickly."
"…Yes."
"…Hey, Su-a."
"Ye-yes?"
"Your tone. It feels a bit stiffer than before. Are you okay?"
"Oh, no. It’s not really… like that…."
"Is that so?"
"…."
Stiff? My tone? I didn’t know. Honestly, I was a bit nervous. But it wasn’t to the point of being a problem. At most, I just kept wanting to take deep breaths. Every time I made eye contact with the teacher, like this—
"…."
I couldn’t even hold his gaze for a second before darting my eyes to the side. It wasn’t a problem at all.
"…Don’t just stand there, let’s go. You said it was cold. Quickly. Quickly…."
"Alright. Oh, thank you. Get home safe."
While the teacher held the door, I got out of the taxi and walked past him, heading straight for the apartment entrance with a playful smile. Damn it. Instead of avoiding him like this, it would have been better to look up at him cutely like a cat. No, wait. I’m a lion, so that doesn’t apply, does it…? Surely a girl who is cute and bubbly like Yozora would be better at that… then what about me, who isn’t cute or bubbly…? Ugh… Ah, I shouldn’t be doing this; I should have walked in with the teacher. Yozora wouldn’t have come in first and typed in the 1st-floor password like this. She would have been stuck to the teacher’s back, whispering all sorts of lewd things about having s-sex or mating.
In contrast, I was… standing in front of the entrance, agonizing over every little action. Then, the sound of the taxi’s exhaust echoed from afar. As it faded, the sound of footsteps reached my eardrums.
"What’s wrong? You went in first, why are you still standing there?"
"I, I got the password wrong…."
"Aha."
"…."
You idiot. Since it’s come to this, you should have just said you were waiting for him. …But no matter how quickly I regretted it, spilled water couldn’t be gathered back up. Eventually, after a few more moments of self-reproach, I pressed the password and entered the apartment while the teacher turned his head slightly.
"…."
"…."
There wasn’t any grand conversation. Just quiet. *Click.* Pressing the elevator button. Watching the numbers 8, 7, 6 drop on the lamp above the door. Staring at the tightly shut elevator doors for no reason. Twiddling the fingers I’d clasped in front of my lower abdomen. Lowering my gaze for a moment. Glancing at the tips of the teacher’s shoes right next to me. *Ding.* Flinching at the sound spreading through the silence. Seeing the empty elevator car after the door opened. …Thinking about the time we kissed a lot in here, even with the CCTV staring right at us. Would he do it again? Imagining that. And if he did, this time I would… having shameful fantasies I could never tell anyone else. Hesitating. Heart pounding. Swallowing the saliva that had pooled under my tongue. Together with the teacher, who looked completely unfazed compared to me. Quietly. Into the elevator. And, *thud.* The door closes.
"…."
But contrary to my expectations, nothing happened. Not only were there no kisses, but there wasn’t even a single light touch, which I had secretly hoped for. You know, the kind of thing that always happens in lewd webtoons or novels… that sort of thing. Ah. Maybe the teacher was waiting for the right timing? If that was the case, I could wait. I thought that for a moment, but after a long, truly long time, I only came to my senses after hearing the elevator arrival sound that shattered my expectations. …In the end, only I, who had been secretly wetting my lips with my tongue, felt like a fool. When I let out the breath I’d been holding since who knows when, trying not to let the teacher hear, his voice finally reached me.
"What are you doing? Not getting off? Wasn’t this your floor?"
"I, I’m going…."
…If you think about it, this was naturally the normal way, but it’s strange. I thought that if it were the teacher, he would have pounced on me recklessly like last time, even if I said it wasn’t allowed. So, I was mentally prepared that if he did it again, I would accept it without much resistance this time. I was ready to hug him and kiss him as if showing off to the CCTV. …How embarrassing. At this rate, it looks like only I am in heat. Damn it… I pressed my face, which was heating up, with the back of my hand and followed the teacher toward my home.
"You’re back… Oh."
"Hello."
Naturally, it ended up being another instance of introducing the teacher to the lady, but it wasn’t as awkward as last time. Perhaps because there was a precedent… he even looked quite calm. But beneath that calmness—
"Hello. Um… by any chance, how about dinner…."
"It’s fine. We ate outside. Su-a and I."
"…."
I could roughly guess from the lady’s expression that she was thinking, *Miss, you brought a man again. The laundry is going to pile up again. When would be a good time to ventilate the room?*
"…Hey, let’s go quickly. No, go quickly…."
Why are you stopping at the entrance? With that thought, I pushed the teacher’s back firmly and headed to my room. It wasn’t jealousy. What would I be jealous of, a lady at least twenty years older than me? This was just, hurry up and s… …No, no, no. It’s because of the embarrassment. *The reason my room was dirty last time is because of this man. The reason there was so much love fluid scattered on the bed and in front of the door is because this man played with my body.* It was practically introducing him to the lady like that. …I was too embarrassed to lift my head.
"Haa, ha…."
A pretty bedroom that was too big for one person but just right for two. I pushed the teacher all the way inside until he sat on the bed, then closed the door so the lady couldn’t see. Come to think of it, I hadn’t showered, but it didn’t matter. The scent of a male coming from the teacher… I didn’t hate it. In fact, I wanted to smell it a lot. Come to think of it, I hadn’t told the lady to step out for a moment, but it was fine. She was quick-witted, so she would probably… step aside soon. Now, all I had to do was enjoy it. To my heart’s content, to my heart’s content. Until my whole body was dirty. *Thump, thump.* Until I couldn’t even breathe. Until our sweat was soaked deep into the bed. If we just mixed together like that. The end. I steadied my breathing, which had been getting ragged since we left the movie theater, and turned around. What I saw was the teacher sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed, happily watching the situation. …Could it be that he’d already figured out my hidden intentions? Was that why the smile never left his lips? That small worry lasted only a moment. Huh. Wait. It doesn’t really matter if he finds out beforehand, does it…? With that thought, I took a step forward.
"…."
Since it felt like I was forcibly kicking the lady out, a sense of guilt pricked at my chest, but before I could get lost in such sensible feelings, the desire I’d been forcibly suppressing deep in my heart for the past few days blossomed busily. …Honestly speaking. My sexual desire. That is.
"Is it not allowed to talk to the lady?"
"…It’s fine if you do. I never said you couldn’t."
"Then who was it that pushed me all the way here and locked the door after just two sentences?"
"…You must be a pervert with nothing but sex on your brain. I don’t know who you’re talking about."
Even after experiencing sex through the teacher for the first time, I’d been suffering for days with sexual desire that dirtied my mind. The second time. The aftereffects of mating after calling the teacher "Master" like Yozora, drunk on the atmosphere… what on earth would they have been like? …He wouldn’t know that I spent several hours every night masturbating. He wouldn’t know that when the weekend came, I locked myself in my room and read tons of lewd webtoons, lewd SNS posts, and even lewd novels. He wouldn’t know that because I felt like I would overflow if I let go of the thread of reason, I ended up contacting the teacher to ask if he was still busy. Do you know how hard it was to resolve it by forcibly scratching my vaginal walls with just one of my slender fingers while you were too busy to deal with me, you bad Master…? Still, I didn’t nag and waited well until now. At most, asking how much busy work you had left on the weekend was all I did. As a reward for waiting patiently, wouldn’t I be allowed to receive one reward…?
I’ve been looking up everything that turns me on, whether it’s webtoons, lewd stories, or Twitter. …Masturbating. I’ve picked out a reward that I like, and that you would like too. Can I tell you? Teacher.
"Su-a."
"…Why."
"So, where’s the lion?"
"…."
It’s me. I quickly swallowed the words I was about to blurt out. No. You can’t. You didn’t tremble so much at the movie theater just to waste it so easily, did you? I stared at the teacher’s face, then turned and headed to the bookshelf. To the very bottom shelf. A place no one would ever look unless the lady took out every single comic book to clean. I stuck my hand into the narrow gap between the top of the comic books and the shelf, and carefully pulled out something leather-like that caught on my fingertips. Even though I was mortified, I approached the teacher with a confident stride.
"The lion is in this room, but…."
"…What is this?"
"…If you look, you’ll know…."
*Thump.* I dropped the item I’d prepared in advance onto the teacher’s lap.
"…Where do you think it is? …The lion?"
"…."
Something that looked like a dog collar to anyone. …A perverted item called a choker. "Before you tame me, that… …I think you should put it on my neck." If it was the teacher who pounded into me so beastly when he had sex with Yozora. …He would definitely like this embarrassing stage prop. At least, as much as I did.