Home Visit Date with My Puppy Girlfriend
"……This is driving me crazy. Seriously."
The next morning I blinked open eyes that had only just dragged themselves out of sleep and stared blankly up at the ceiling.
With a mind finally clear after a solid night's rest, the memories of the night before came rushing back—and the sheer mortification nearly killed me.
I'd been pinned down and caressed by a younger student until, in the space of a heartbeat, my whole body had flared hot as if I'd gone into heat. Then, before that newly sprouted futanari cock, I'd dropped to my knees and diligently run my tongue over that enormous thing….
"Haaah…."
I covered my flaming face with both hands.
No, even if the other party was an adorable girl… wasn't that a little too easy of me?
She shoved her cock in my face and told me to lick it, so I licked. She told me to kiss it, so I kissed it.
I could cut her some slack for those reckless demands—she hadn't exactly been in her right mind—but still.
At this rate, my dignity as a teacher was nowhere to be found.
What on earth must Yang Hyein think of a teacher who was that easy….
"…Even so, I don't regret it."
That lewd female instinct of mine, the one that had been flipping on like a switch every time I got excited—I was well aware I'd been swept along by it and gone way too far. But in the moment, handling things with my mouth really had been the best option.
Of course, I hadn't needed to lick it with my tongue for that. Or kiss it, either.
Still, we'd cleared up the misunderstanding with Yang Hyein and I'd managed to soothe her properly… so overall it felt fine.
Even so, whether I called it instinct or desire, I needed to be as careful as possible about getting swept up in that heat.
"If I keep going like this… it wouldn't be strange for Hyein to end up with a completely warped idea of things."
That a cock existed solely for pleasure. That Teacher Woo Yeoeun was the woman who accepted every last bit of that pleasure.
If we kept going the way we had yesterday, those twisted notions settling in her head wouldn't be the least bit surprising.
Cherishing and looking after my students as their teacher was important—but so was giving them a firm talking-to when they started heading down the wrong path.
I feel like I've had this exact thought before….
Anyway. I'd already promised Yang Hyein that once she started posting results in track again, I'd reward her with the carrot.
When that time came, I'd make sure to show her the cool, kind teacher who knew how to keep her boundaries.
I clenched my fist in resolve and stepped out into the living room—only to find one of the two futons I'd laid out empty.
"……She left early for track practice?"
That was what the note sitting on the table said.
Just how serious had our little foal gotten about that carrot?
Then again… if the roles were reversed and I were a student like Yang Hyein, and a female teacher who looked like Woo Yeoeun made me that kind of offer, I probably would've trained like a maniac too.
"Heeji's… still sleeping soundly."
Looking at Kang Heeji, who was snoring softly with her white midriff completely exposed beneath a short T-shirt, a thick wave of guilt welled up.
Yesterday's date had been wonderful, and inviting her back to the dorm because I couldn't bear to send her home had been fine—until the whole situation with Yang Hyein exploded right after.
Originally I'd planned to feed the hungry girl some ramen, chat about the movie we'd watched on our date, talk about other hobbies… just ordinary little conversations.
But even after everything settled down, I simply couldn't bring myself to chat casually with Kang Heeji using the same mouth that had, mere moments earlier, been sucking her friend's cock and swallowing cum.
So I'd ended up laying out futons for both Kang Heeji and Yang Hyein and putting them to bed early.
"Our prince really ought to mind her dignity."
I pulled the blanket back over Kang Heeji's body, then crouched down beside her and simply gazed at her sleeping face.
Boyish hair. Clear, handsome features. Fair, soft skin. Long lashes….
I remembered the way she'd looked down at me yesterday while holding my hand so tightly.
The girl who had spent the entire date making sure I had fun, looking after me with such warmth, offering quiet, thoughtful little kindnesses without a word.
I'd thought people only called her "prince" because she was pretty and cool—but she really had been a prince all along.
"Thanks to you, yesterday was so much fun. Thank you, my prince. ……No—my amazing girlfriend."
I brushed her messy bangs aside and quietly offered my gratitude. Just then, Kang Heeji's lashes fluttered.
Was she waking up?
I yanked my hand back at once and straightened my waist, which had somehow bent quite low. Slowly, Kang Heeji's eyelids lifted.
"You're awake? Did you sleep well?"
"Y-yeah. I… slept well."
She said that, but her bloodshot eyes told a different story. She clearly hadn't slept properly.
Maybe the unfamiliar bed had kept her up.
"Try to catch a little more sleep. I'll wake you when breakfast is ready."
"Y-Yeoeun-ssaem!"
As I started to stand, Kang Heeji's hand shot out and grabbed mine.
I could have sworn that hand was trembling, just a little.
"What's… wrong?"
She swallowed hard, face conflicted, then finally let out a breath and spoke.
"I was just wondering if I could come hang out in your room again. Yesterday your condition got bad, so we didn't really get to hang out properly."
"Of course you can. Come over whenever you want, Heeji. Okay?"
"…Yes, Yeoeun-ssaem."
I gave her head a few gentle pats and tried to stand again—only for her hand to seize mine once more.
With a startlingly serious expression, she looked straight at me and drew my hand to her chest as if making a vow.
"I'll protect you, Yeoeun-ssaem. ……I'm your first, after all."
Why the sudden talk of protecting me? Thinking about it… she must have had a restless night and dreamed some nightmare where someone was doing terrible things to me.
And it must have felt incredibly real.
Looking at that adorable puppy, all messy-haired and full of resolve, I broke into a bright smile.
"A teacher isn't supposed to be the one being protected by her student, you know. Still… if something like that ever happens, maybe I'll let our Heeji handle it a little."
"……Yes!"
Kang Heeji answered with reliable firmness, then quietly chewed her lower lip and simply stared holes through the empty futon beside her—Yang Hyein's.
It had already been nearly two weeks since I joined the academy as a brand-new teacher.
Not a long stretch of time by any measure, and yet I'd reaped more than I'd expected.
I'd successfully gotten Yang Hyein back into track class, and I'd grown close to the academy's prince….
In other words, I'd made progress with a full half of my class.
Of course, when it came to the most important one—the cat-eared shooting star—I still hadn't obtained a single clue, nor even taken a single step toward finding one.
Still, what am I supposed to do when work keeps me this busy?
Between the foal-and-puppy duo who both demanded my attention, my energy was getting drained dry from the moment I clocked in to the moment I clocked out. And today, with the weekend finally here, I was even out on a field trip.
The purpose of that trip— a home visit for Go Yeonhee, who had been stubbornly refusing to show up at the academy at all.
"Yeoeun, I think we can get there by bus. Look."
"Really? Let me see… Ah, you're right."
"I did good, right?"
"Yeah. You did great."
And my Class F student Kang Heeji had come along on this home-visit outing.
Ever since that night in the dorm when she'd declared she would protect me, this girl had been trying to stay glued to my side for every single minute that wasn't spent in class.
Exactly like a puppy guarding its owner.
Thanks to that, I was getting more than a few glares from her fan club, but Kang Heeji paid them zero attention—those green eyes of hers were fixed on me and me alone.
So this is what she meant by "protecting" me….
It was so over-the-top that blaming a nightmare didn't quite cover it. I'd tried to gently tell her she didn't have to go this far, but she'd only dug her heels in harder, insisting she was doing it because she wanted to.
And whenever Yang Hyein came looking for me to talk, Heeji would silently glare daggers and start a whole cold war….
"Yeoeun, the bus is here."
"Ah—yeah."
She was making me worry more and more in all sorts of ways, and yet… I still didn't mind having her with me like this.
Hand in hand with Kang Heeji, I climbed onto the bus and looked around. Only a single empty seat remained.
"Heeji, over there."
"Oh, there's a free seat. Perfect. You go sit, Yeoeun."
"……Huh? No, you should sit."
Kang Heeji and I blinked at each other.
"I work out. I'm sturdy. I'm fine."
"I'm the teacher, remember? How am I supposed to sit while my student stands?"
"Right now you're not my teacher—you're my girlfriend."
"…That's just what you decided to call me on your own."
We bickered over the empty seat until, in the end, we both simply stood side by side.
It was a ridiculously stupid conclusion, and yet… standing together like this maybe wasn't so bad either.
"Ah—!"
I'd been sneaking glances at Kang Heeji's face and letting my mind wander when the bus suddenly braked. My body lurched forward—
I was sure I was about to go sprawling in spectacular fashion when a firm arm whipped around my waist in an instant.
"Careful."
"Y-yeah. Sorry…."
Miraculously caught and pulled into Kang Heeji's arms, I desperately tried to quiet my startled heart.
The crisis was over, but she still didn't let go of the arm around my waist.
With one hand she held me even tighter; with the other she gripped the bus strap.
Nestled against someone taller than me, I felt strangely, completely safe.
The problem was that the heart which had jumped earlier just kept racing—no, it was beating harder and harder.
Afraid she might hear it through the back pressed against her, I had no choice but to press a hand firmly against my chest.
"Yeoeun, I think this is our stop? Yeoeun."
"Ah—y-yeah!"
Kang Heeji's voice snapped me back to myself just as our destination loomed right in front of us.
Together with a slightly flushed Kang Heeji—maybe from standing pressed so close for so long—I hurried off the stopped bus.
"Let's see…. Yeah, we need to go this way."
As we followed the path my phone's map laid out, the scenery around us began to feel like it was walking backward through time.
The streets grew narrower. The buildings grew smaller….
And the place the map finally led us to was—
"We… did come to the right place, right?"
—the peeling iron gate of a house in Hillside Village.