Office Scolding and Bathroom Bliss
In one corner of the teachers' lounge, my homeroom teacher clutched his throbbing head and muttered, “I clearly only called Geum Taeyang, so why the hell are you here too?”
His gaze landed on Ahyeon, who was plastered to my arm like glue. Arm-in-arm was too elegant a term for it—she was stuck to me like a damn gum wad.
“Taeyang's the thread, and I'm the needle! Right~?” Ahyeon's tits rubbed against my forearm, squishing and shifting shape as she clung tight.
“That's what she says.”
“Haa...” Arguing further would just drag him into our crazy couple nonsense and leave him mentally drained. The teacher crossed his legs and asked, “Fine, let's hear it first. Why'd you skip yesterday?”
“My little sister's school had a parent observation day.”
“...And?”
“I went. It wrapped up around 2 p.m. after some counseling. Figured by the time I got back here, the exams would've ended anyway, so I just headed home.”
“......That's it?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. My utterly confident expression screamed that I hadn't done a damn thing wrong.
The teacher stared blankly for a long moment, at a loss for words, then asked again. “Okay, say family love overflowed so much you skipped midterms. Couldn't you at least call?”
“I did. But I figured you'd just tell me to quit bullshitting and get my ass here...” I glanced sideways at Ahyeon as I said it. I'd asked her yesterday via text to pass the message along.
Feeling my eyes on her, Ahyeon gasped like she'd just remembered. “Oh! I forgot! Sorry. Hehe.”
“That's what she says.”
“Haa...” The teacher took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why did these kids have to end up in his class, putting him through this hell?
“Right... little sister stuff, huh...” He knew all about our family situation—me living alone with Moonbyeol—and how devoted I was to home life. It was legendary how I'd skipped four days straight last year because she was sick. And not only that, but I'd dragged myself to school with a 39-degree fever after catching her cold. Thanks to me, a nasty flu swept through campus for a while.
But aside from that, my usual behavior and grades were spotless. I was always polite to teachers, a model student with top scores. How many kids you send to which colleges was a huge factor in the school's rankings.
Plus, Ahyeon—the resident delinquent—was wrapped around my finger. The past few years had been trouble-free for her bad-girl antics, all thanks to me. By now, even the school turned a blind eye to my piercing and blonde hair. Piss me off, and it'd be their loss if I flipped out.
“Haa...” The teacher sighed shortly and shook his head. “Fine. But no credit for this exam... got it? You'll make it up on finals.”
If I'd called ahead yesterday, maybe I'd have salvaged a few percent, but with rumors already flying, no dice. At least I was a natural at regular exams.
The teacher said sternly, “Hit the minimum.”
“Of course.” I nodded easily at the obvious demand. A quick cram on the subjects I usually slacked would fix it.
He waved me off like he was done talking. “Alright. Get out.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Byeee~” We gave light bows and headed out of the lounge.
“Taeyang, Taeyang, Taeyang.”
“Yeah?”
On the way back to class, Ahyeon tugged at my sleeve insistently.
“We agreed I'd have you all to myself while we're at school today, right?”
“We did.” She whipped her head around, checking the hallway was empty, then flashed a mischievous grin. “Wanna take a quick break?”
She pointed at the girls' bathroom—and dragged me in before I could answer. But this one was right by the lounge. Constant foot traffic, no way. We had to pivot.
“Haa...” I covered my mouth with one hand and sighed. Fourth bathroom already.
“Why not the rooftop?”
“Nah, rooftop's for lunch.” Ahyeon hugged my arm tighter with a resolute look. “Right now, I wanna be Taeyang's personal toilet.”
How does she make that sound so cute? I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
*After dodging a few more bathrooms, we finally found a quiet one. Ahyeon locked the door to the farthest stall and immediately pulled me into a hug.
“Hng... Couldn't see you all day yesterday, it was torture...” She buried her face in my chest, rubbing it desperately like she was marking her territory. “Snuuuurf... Taeyang's scent... so goooood...”
Still keeping her head down, she ground her crown into my chest like she was drilling a hole. Her pale nape was fully exposed, so I leaned in and licked it from base to tip.
“Eeeek!” She shuddered at the surprise attack. But instead of shying away, she pressed even closer. I could feel her arms tightening around me.
Once she'd had her fill, Ahyeon lifted her head. Her cheeks were flushed red. “Feels so good. Love you. You too, Taeyang?”
“Obviously. Love you too.” I cupped her chin with my fingertips. Those sharp, upturned cat eyes might seem bitchy at first glance, but her cute twintails and dopey smile softened it perfectly.
She placed a hand on my chest and asked, her excited breaths hot and ragged. “You gonna pound Ahyeon's pussy deep with your cock, Taeyang?”
I chuckled. “Don't even think about walking back to class.”
She clapped gleefully, beaming. “Can't wait!”
“Told you, you won't be able to walk. Not worried?”
“You'll carry me.”
“Yeah. I will.” With that, our lips crashed together—no hesitation. A quick peck, lips part. Eyes meet, smiles exchanged, lips collide again. Once. Smack— Twice. Smack— Three times. Smack— Then a deep, slurping kiss: Chuuup—slurp—mwah—. A thin silver thread stretched between our lips as we broke apart.
Just from kissing, Ahyeon's eyes were already glassy and dazed. She slumped against the wall. I reached out and grabbed her tits, prominent even over her uniform.
“Kyaa!”
“Know you can't make noise, right?” One hand kneaded her massive breasts—they overflowed my palm. Soft yet bouncy, they warped into lewd shapes with every squeeze. Good genes plus over a decade of play; no wonder they'd grown like this.
“Feels good?”
“Mhm! So good! Hng! Ah!”
While I groped away, she undid her uniform buttons. No bra—just smooth white skin. Prominent collarbones led to huge tits that didn't suit her frame, pink areolas... and a pair of bandages covering her nipples, drawing my eye. The centers bulged with perky insistence.
I scraped a fingernail lightly over the bandages.
“Haaang!” Ahyeon clamped both hands over her mouth, muffling it as best she could. The faint moans leaking out were just for me.
Her back arched like a bow. “That's it. Good girl.”
“Hng...” The bandages had lost their stick; they peeled right off with a tug. Maybe the fresh air on her pent-up nipples? She shivered in relief. Every nail flick on them drew a trembling moan.
My hand drifted down, poking her firm abs' navel.
“Hee!” More ticklish than pleasurable. A light probe, and she squirmed. My other hand stroked her thigh before slipping under her skirt. No panties here either—straight to those thick pussy lips.
Normally, a tight slit would welcome my fingers, but something blocked the way.
“This side's soaked.”
I pulled out a soggy bandage. Drenched like melting glue, zero adhesion left.
“Pissed yourself or what?”
At my tease, Ahyeon grinned sheepishly and hiked up her skirt. “Taeyang's hands feel too good... Ahyeon already came three times...”