Teacher's Day Bargain
On Teacher's Day, Seonhye wore a simple one-piece dress, and Taeyang's hands kneaded it freely as he pleased. His touch on her breasts was contradictory—rough yet simultaneously gentle. He obsessively fondled the sensitive spot that could hurt if handled roughly, delivering nothing but lewd pleasure and ticklishness.
"Guh..." Seonhye let out a short moan from the sensation in her breasts before clamping her mouth shut again. No matter what noise she made here, it would only please Taeyang in the end. The best rebellion she could manage was silence and indifference.
But Taeyang didn't care about her reactions one way or the other. He spread his palm and flicked the underside of her breast like a rubber ball. Her massive breast jiggled dramatically. Even through the loose fabric two sizes too big, the prominent swell stood out clearly, drawing a small murmur of admiration from him.
"They seem even bigger than before, huh?"
"......Kyaa!" Seonhye had been biting her lip, determined to stay silent, but Taeyang pressed down hard on her nipple, forcing a short scream from her. He pinpointed the hidden buds beneath her underwear perfectly and rubbed both nipples at once with his index fingers.
Taeyang's voice dropped cold and low. "Answer me."
His body, his voice, even the pheromones wafting from right in front of her—everything had changed completely from three years ago. But one thing remained the same. He'd been a born dominator since his kindergarten days. And there was no woman who could refuse him.
Of course, that included Seonhye. Memories flashed through her mind like a panorama: humiliating scenes from years ago when she'd groveled at his feet in ecstasy.
Her lips trembled as she finally answered. "Y-Yes..."
Taeyang had shared love with plenty of women, but Seonhye's breasts were among the best. And that was from years ago. In the time since, they'd grown to undisputed number one.
"Your height's about the same as back then... Just your tits got bigger?"
His left hand kept toying with her breasts while his right hand slyly slid down to poke at her lower belly.
"Nope. This area's definitely gotten bigger too."
At the blatant teasing, Seonhye squeezed her eyes shut. It was true—she'd rigorously maintained her figure during their affair three years ago. Once it ended, she'd let herself go, and naturally, she'd put on some weight. Nothing excessive, but Taeyang zeroed in on it perfectly.
How long did he knead her belly? Finally, unable to endure it, Seonhye irritably tried to push his hand away. But she couldn't overcome his strength and ended up clinging to him instead.
"My body... isn't your plaything...!"
Even in this humiliating position, she maintained her composure. To Taeyang, though, it just looked like cute whining.
"Of course not."
He ignored her interfering hand completely and focused both of his on her belly fat. His fingers, roaming over her clothes, poked at her navel.
"Ah, seriously. You're so damn cute."
"W-What...?"
Seonhye doubted her ears.
"Cute, I said. Three years ago, you were just okay, but seeing you after so long... Or maybe you've gotten cuter in those three years."
Taeyang pressed his thumbs and middle fingers together into a circle and pressed it firmly against her abdomen. The soft flesh bulged out between them, and he prodded it with his index finger, chuckling. Her body remembered against her will exactly how to move here. Unbeknownst to Seonhye, her hips were swaying gently. Her thighs pressed together, knees trembling. By now, she was leaning on his arm for support.
"Let's see... How about here?"
Not satisfied with just her belly, Taeyang's hand slid to her lower abdomen. She was wearing a one-piece, so he could easily lift it and torment her from the inside, but he didn't. The moment he touched her bare skin would be when she lifted her dress herself, begging for pleasure.
With familiar motions, he gripped her plump ass firmly.
"Kkht-!"
"Yep, grown real cute."
For an easy comparison, Ahyeon's ass would spring back without a mark if you poked it. But Seonhye's was so soft that his fingers sank in and got swallowed up with every press. And that was over her clothes and underwear—if it were her bare ass, completely naked? The anticipation was electric.
Seonhye, meanwhile, was so fixated on that one word from earlier that she wasn't even resisting as he groped her ass.
"Cute...? You're lying..."
"Lying? That's weird. Teacher, you've known me for over ten years. Have I ever lied to you even once?"
"......No."
Seonhye fell silent. She'd seen him dodge questions or play word games plenty of times, but never outright lie.
"Wearing pretty thick panties, huh."
Taeyang placed his hands on her ass and pussy, stimulating front and back at once. The pleasure was far stronger than when he'd touched her breasts or belly, making her shrink back. Her head bowed forward, revealing the white nape of her neck hidden by her hair. Seeing the sweat from tension and the raised goosebumps stirred unnecessary lust in him.
Amazed by her honest reaction, Taeyang lightly sucked on her nape.
Slurp— smack— slurp—
"Heek!"
Three years ago, their heights had been similar, making this position impossible. Seonhye, who'd been holding her dignified air, jolted in shock at this new kind of caress.
When he pulled away, saliva glistened around the spot. He blew gently into her ear and asked, "Feels good?"
"N-No...!"
Her lips quivered. But the firmness in her voice had softened considerably.
"For real?"
"Yes...! My husband... is so much... better...!"
Taeyang scoffed. A clear sneer.
It had been years, but he'd seen her husband from afar once. He was ambitious, showy, passionate about work—like a proper working man. But that was just in society. As a man, maybe successful, but as a stud? No different from any average guy. Utterly weak when it came to protecting his bitch.
"Guess I'll have to try harder then. To steal you from that wimp."
Taeyang crooked his fingers like hooks and scraped roughly over her crotch. He only felt her panties through the dress, but to Seonhye, it felt anything but.
"Kkuh...!"
"That flabby guy? Really satisfying your slutty, hot body? Your tits? Your pussy?"
"Yes...!"
"Lucky you, snagging such a great husband."
He ramped up the intensity as he spoke. "I just don't get why you're holding back so hard."
He spread the cleft of her ass wide, teasing her entrance. Pleasure she'd never get from occasional masturbation battered her brain relentlessly. Just light caresses over clothes did this—what if he really touched her properly? She couldn't even imagine.
Her panties were already soaked inside.
"I'm not forcing you into an affair or anything. You're just being blackmailed, right? No need for guilt."
Seonhye gazed hazily at the ceiling light. Her mind went blank. She couldn't process his words, but his whispers were so soft and soothing... Just listening calmed her.
"So just enjoy this situ—huh."
Taeyang turned to check her expression. She didn't look good at all—not even close. With her half-rolled-back eyes and the thick strand of drool stretching from her lips, he doubted she understood half of what he said.
Taeyang shut up and caressed her even more fervently.
"Kruuuugh!"
The moment Seonhye climaxed, Taeyang released his hands from her breasts and pussy. He hadn't let her go all the way, so she recovered her senses quickly.
"Hii...! Uh..."
Seonhye was the most shocked. She'd expected to squirt messily and thrash around... Taeyang pulled away from her dazed expression.
"Huh?"
"The coffee's gone cold. Gotta drink it."
As if that really was his goal, he returned to the coffee table and downed it in one go, setting the empty cup down.
He whispered into her flushed ear. "I'll definitely delete that video I showed you earlier. Now, um..."
Taeyang fiddled with his phone and nodded lightly. "Roughly thirty left."
Those words snapped Seonhye back to reality. She'd thought enduring once would be enough and held out desperately!
She shouted, "What the hell?!"
"Can't help it. My promise was just to delete the one I sent in the text earlier."
"Then the rest?!"
Taeyang shrugged like it was the obvious question. "No choice. I'll come back tomorrow. One coffee, one video. Shouldn't even take a month."
"That's ridiculous!"
"Come on, asking me to delete thirty videos just for letting me grope you a bit? That's thief mentality. Anyway, I had my coffee, so I'm off?"
With that, Taeyang really did wave casually and head out of the room.
Screech—thud! She even heard the front door close and lock far away. Seonhye rushed to the window. Taeyang was already grunting as he opened the outer gate.
"This... what the..."
Staring at his back, Seonhye muttered in bewilderment. As her complicated expression lingered, her unsatisfied, sopping pussy—hilariously—gushed more lewd fluids in anticipation of tomorrow's pleasure.
Meanwhile, Taeyang stepped out, leaving Seonhye behind, and walked down the street with a grin. If he wanted, he could have her crawling at his feet again in an hour. But he held back. Today, this was enough.
He had all the time in the world, and her body still remembered its master. The experience of abandoning family to submit to a boy her daughter's age couldn't be had twice.
So he'd take it slow. Tease her even more.
Hoping she'd savor this gift after years without his affection, Taeyang hummed a tune as he strolled along.
*
On his way to the bus stop, Taeyang slowed as he spotted a familiar girl approaching from the opposite direction. What a coincidence. Perfect timing, really.
"Hm hm~"
He flashed a sly grin at the student humming past him. Her figure took after her dad—regrettably slim—but her face was the spitting image of her mom's.
Taeyang turned toward the girl, now receding into the distance, and strode after her. He tapped her shoulder.
She stopped and turned. Their eyes met, and Taeyang greeted her lightly.
"Hello."
"Uh, m-me?"
The flustered girl pointed at herself. Taeyang smiled and brushed back his hair.
"Yeah. Might be rude to say to a stranger."
The day to fulfill Seonhye's unfinished promise from the past was close at hand.
"Got some time?"