No Touching During the Exam, Understood?
I answered politely, "Yes, thank you for your hard work," as the classroom door slid shut with a soft rattle.
Seong Mi-na closed the staff room door behind her and trudged toward the classroom. Even though midterms had ended, teachers like her had even more work piled up than the students. But right now, the bigger issue weighing on her mind wasn't the paperwork—it was Lee Seon-ah.
I told her we'd have a counseling session… but how exactly am I supposed to approach this?
Seon-ah had become the kind of wicked student who casually performed lewd acts in the middle of an exam and even teased her teacher about it. Yet the justification for dragging her all the way to formal counseling felt painfully thin.
For one thing, the scene Seong Mi-na had secretly witnessed in the classroom—Cha Eun-jung touching Seon-ah's pussy—was absolutely not something she could bring up as evidence. The moment she mentioned it, Seon-ah would surely counterattack with, "Then why didn't you stop it if you saw everything, Teacher?" Even if she tried to claim someone had reported it, the blame would only shift onto some nonexistent betrayer among the students. That would spark needless conflict as they tried to hunt down a nonexistent culprit. As a teacher, that was the absolute last thing she should do.
Besides, scolding her for masturbating during the test felt equally awkward. If it had truly been serious enough to warrant a private counseling session, she should have stopped it right then and there. But instead of intervening, Seong Mi-na had ended up actively cooperating with Seon-ah's lewd behavior today…
"Haa…"
Seong Mi-na pressed her palm to her forehead and let out a deep sigh. Maybe she should have waited longer and struck when the girl committed a more undeniable act of deviance. Lost in those thoughts, she kept walking until she suddenly found herself standing in front of Class 1-A.
Out of habit, she grabbed the front door handle and started to push it open, but a sudden wave of déjà vu stopped her cold.
No way… She couldn't possibly be doing something dirty again already.
Even as she told herself it was impossible, instead of flinging the door open like usual, Seong Mi-na carefully pushed it open as quietly as possible, making sure not to make a single sound. And then…
"Mmm… Chu, chuu…♡"
Inside the classroom, Lee Seon-ah was indeed there—embracing a short-haired girl who was about half her size, kissing her with passionate intensity. Seon-ah held the girl's cheeks firmly in both hands, devouring her lips as if she might swallow her whole. The smaller girl clutched Seon-ah's shoulders tightly, her ears burning bright red as she returned the kiss with soft, wet sounds.
They're both girls, yet they're kissing so obscenely…
Seong Mi-na felt her heart pounding wildly as she continued to secretly watch the two of them. They kissed for a long while until they finally ran out of breath and slowly pulled their lips apart. A sticky string of saliva stretched between them, and the faces that had seemed permanently fused finally separated.
But then…
Min-ji…?
The girl whose face had been hidden by Seon-ah's body was none other than Kim Min-ji—the first-year student famous among the teachers for her quiet, adorable demeanor. And now even a girl like her was being dyed in Seon-ah's colors.
Only then did Seong Mi-na snap back to her senses as a teacher. She threw the classroom door wide open with a loud bang.
"Ah…! T-Teacher?"
"Mmm, nooo…♡"
"Mmph… chu, chuu…."
Caught in the act of a secret kiss between close friends, Seon-ah jumped in surprise and tried to push Kim Min-ji away. But Min-ji simply shook her head from side to side with a face flushed bright red, then wrapped both arms tightly around Seon-ah's neck and continued the kiss. The way she awkwardly rocked her hips back and forth was incredibly cute, yet it also revealed the raw sensuality of a girl just beginning to awaken to her sexuality.
She saw me come in, so why is she still kissing her…?
Thrown off by how differently things were unfolding from what she'd expected, Seong Mi-na quickly stepped between them and forcibly pried the two apart.
"Y-You can't kiss like that in the classroom!"
"Y-You can't kiss like that in the classroom!"
Our homeroom teacher grabbed both me and Min-ji by the shoulders and forcibly separated us. Avoiding Min-ji's resentful gaze, she turned to me with a stern voice and issued her warning.
"Listen… Min-ji, you should head home now. Seon-ah, I'd like to talk with you in the counseling room."
"…Yes, ma'am."
"Teacher, wait a moment…! The kiss was my idea first…."
Min-ji seemed to think I was about to get in trouble just for kissing a friend, because she rushed to defend me instead. She really was adorable. I pulled the struggling Min-ji into a tight hug and planted several soft kisses on her ear.
"Teacher just called me in because my grades dropped… that's all. So don't worry about anything weird and just go home, okay?"
"…"
"See you tomorrow?"
I set the blinking, dazed Min-ji down in her chair, grabbed my bag, and followed the teacher toward the counseling room.
By the way… looking at her from behind like this, Teacher really does have an amazing figure. She perfectly embodied the curvaceous, seductive homeroom female teacher trope so common in subculture school stories. On top of that, she'd left a few buttons of her dress shirt undone, deliberately revealing her cleavage—a classic look if there ever was one.
…I was a little jealous.
From the very beginning of character creation, I'd gone with a boyish, busty, sporty girl motif, so no matter how I looked in the mirror, I could never quite pull off that mature, elegant vibe. Maybe if I grew my hair out a bit longer? I ran my fingers gently through my short bob that had grown out somewhat unevenly from its original short cut.
…It felt pretty rough. I'd probably need to get it trimmed soon. Now that I was living as a woman… I needed to adapt to these kinds of things and settle into my new life properly.
Letting out an invisible sigh, I kept walking until we finally arrived at the counseling room.
"Come in quickly, dear."
"Yes…"
Following the teacher's guidance, I stepped inside. The room had a table, a spacious sofa, and a small kitchenette for brewing tea bags. Surprisingly, there was also a bed and a partition screen. Rather than feeling like a stiff counseling office, it had the cozy atmosphere of a regular studio apartment, which helped me relax a little.
"Go ahead and sit on any sofa you like. And… would you like green tea? Or coffee?"
"Ah, I'm fine, Teacher."
"…I see."
Our homeroom teacher pouted her lips for a brief moment before plopping down on the sofa directly across from me. A heavy silence settled between us.
…Come to think of it, the noisy sounds of students leaving after their exams had been so loud outside, but once we came in here, I couldn't hear any of it. Just how well soundproofed was this room?
"Ahem… Seon-ah."
"Yes?"
"So, do you know why you've been called here?"
"Of course. It's because my grades dropped this time, right?"
"…"
Teacher stared at me blankly. Then she shook her head vigorously and continued.
"That's not it… Um, earlier… you were kissing Min-ji, weren't you?"
"Yes. What about it?"
"From now on, you mustn't do that. Understood? It's a good thing I was the one who saw it…."
"…?"
Why was she making such a big deal out of friends kissing? Sure, it wasn't exactly a public display of friendship, but it didn't seem serious enough to warrant this kind of lecture. Was this what people called a generation gap? No, the age difference between me and Teacher couldn't be that big… Maybe it was just the way we were doing it in the classroom that bothered her. Yeah. If you're going to fool around, do it outside the classroom. That had to be it.
"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful about it in the classroom from now on."
"…Haa."
Teacher pressed a hand to her forehead, glared at me sharply, and let out a deep sigh.
…What the heck? Why was she looking at me like I was some kind of bad kid?
"Was that the only reason you called me here?"
"N-No, that's not all… Also, do you remember what happened during the exam?"
"During the exam…? Oh, yes. I remember. Thank you so much for helping me back then."
"No, that's not what I mean…."
"…?"
What exactly was she trying to say?
"During the exam… you mustn't, um, masturbate. Especially not by using your teacher…."
"Using my teacher…? But you helped me, didn't you, Teacher!"
"Ahem… That was just… something that happened by chance… It really isn't something that should be done. Do you understand?"
I stared blankly at Teacher as she spouted things that made no sense. I wasn't an idiot. Of course I knew I shouldn't be touching my pussy freely in the middle of an exam. That's why I'd been careful not to get caught by her on the first day and had done it secretly. But the reason I'd continued even after she saw me touching myself was because she'd shown me that she accepted and understood my masturbation.
I'd believed she recognized my good intentions—how my poor pussy was in so much distress that I couldn't focus on the problems, so I was trying to solve it by touching myself. I'd thought she'd helped me because she understood that. But apparently that wasn't the case at all.
Far from understanding me, our homeroom teacher had only helped with my pussy management by pure accident. The sense of betrayal I felt toward her in that moment caused a surge of sorrow to well up inside me.
"Isn't a teacher supposed to help manage her students' physical condition?"
I tried my best to swallow my emotions and shot back at her in a sharp voice.
"If that's the case, instead of acting like you have nothing to do with it, you should obviously be managing my pussy too…!"
Faced with my perfectly logical argument, Teacher seemed at a complete loss for words. She simply stared at me with her mouth slightly open.