Teacher's Day Cafe Seduction
On Teacher's Day, in a secluded corner seat at a cafe near home, Seonhui fidgeted endlessly with her coffee cup, her eyes filled with anxiety. She couldn't shake the suspicion that this whole situation might be a dream. Or maybe some massive hidden camera prank orchestrated by a broadcasting station. How else could a guy suddenly approach her while she was just walking down the street and confess his interest?
For Seonhui, who had attended an all-girls middle school and high school, men were naturally distant beings. She didn't think her looks were inferior to others by any means, but she wasn't outstanding enough to have a guy like this—who seemed like he'd be super popular—hit on her first. She was secretly scared of being as bold and overt with guys as some of the more outgoing girls. All she did was spend her days lost in fantasies of some handsome guy appearing out of nowhere and showering her with affection for no reason.
But for that fantasy to become reality? She scanned around for hidden cameras, then pinched her thigh hard under the table.
"Ow!"
It hurt like hell. Not a dream, then. But was the scene unfolding before her eyes real?
"What's wrong?"
"Ah! N-nothing!"
She couldn't collect her thoughts staring at the blonde guy across from her, grinning brightly as their eyes met. That smile made it impossible to blurt out if this was a hidden camera prank.
"It's just... kind of overwhelming."
"Ah~ Yeah, I get that. Totally."
Taeyang stirred the ice in his cup with the straw.
"I was kinda pushy, huh?"
"No! Not at all!"
When he apologized, Seonhui jumped in surprise and waved her hands frantically. She was flustered, sure, but that didn't mean she disliked it or found it uncomfortable—not even a little. What woman would hate a hot guy approaching her first? A hardcore lesbian, maybe, but she definitely wasn't one.
Taeyang lifted the straw to his tongue and gave it a light lick. Seonhui stared at him like she wanted to bore holes through him. His reddish lips, the red tongue slipping in and out—nothing about it failed to turn her on.
He put the straw back in the cup and flashed a bright smile. The gaze fixed on his face burned hot.
"I'm Taeyang. Last name Geum. Geum Taeyang."
"Ah, yes! I'm Choi Seonhui!"
"Pretty name."
"Yours too! It's cool!"
After the quick introductions, Seonhui's eyes darted side to side as she pondered. Even if Taeyang had suggested the meetup, as the girl, she should take the lead here. But for a total virgin with zero private chats with guys under her belt, it was way too daunting.
After agonizing forever, she finally spoke up.
"Um, I'm not thinking of buying any jade mats or anything, and I'm not interested in pyramid schemes. And religion? Even less. So..."
Disaster. One word echoed in Seonhui's mind: ruined. This was the feeling of sinking into quicksand mid-sentence. Anyone could see it killed the vibe.
But Taeyang just kept smiling and listened.
"Anyway, I don't have any money."
"Hahaha, is that what you thought?"
"Ah, well."
Taeyang leaned forward, cupping Seonhui's hand on the table in his grasp.
"Don't misunderstand. I'm not approaching you for some grand scheme or agenda."
"Uh, ah."
"I just... like you."
Seonhui gaped like an idiot, blurting out something dumb again. What guy was this bold? She forgot what she even wanted to say, what he was saying now. Her mind went blank; all her nerves focused on his hand enveloping hers.
At her classic virgin reaction, Taeyang chuckled and kneaded her hand.
"Pretty hands, too."
"Th-th-thank you."
Seonhui finally snapped out of it and replied. Even though her stammering virgin vibes should've been tiresome, Taeyang met her eyes with that same warm smile.
His hand was big and warm.
"Ah..."
When he finally let go, Seonhui let out an involuntary sigh of regret. Does this mean he likes me? Buoyed by rising fantasies, she straightened her back resolutely—a declaration of her intent not to embarrass herself again.
"So, uh, what do you mean by 'interested'?"
"I'd like to get close to you."
Taeyang placed his phone on the table and slid it toward her.
"Mind putting in your number?"
Seonhui snatched it eagerly. Not just entering her number for potential future use—she hit the call button to confirm it rang.
"Friends first, got it?"
Even a virgin wouldn't miss that blatant message. She nodded enthusiastically, covering her mouth to stifle her giggles.
"Of course!"
Imagining peeling off her virgin label before her friends made the laughter unstoppable.
*The next day, Taeyang headed straight to Seonhye's place the moment classes ended. It didn't matter if she didn't open the door—he could just text her another video, not the one he'd deleted yesterday.
Seonhye's resistance was futile. Taeyang stood at the front door. Seeing her in a simple dress like yesterday, he grinned.
"Coffee. You owe me, right?"
"......Come in."
He sat on the living room sofa like before, and Seonhye brought the coffee.
Clink.
"Drink. You'll delete the video today too, right?"
"Of course."
With steam rising from the coffee cup behind him, Taeyang stood from the sofa. Seonhye knew what was coming, but her only resistance was hugging her chest with both arms.
Instead of pouncing right away, Taeyang wandered the living room, taking in what he hadn't properly seen yesterday. His gaze landed on a photo in a display cabinet.
"Family photo, huh."
Taeyang smirked oddly and tapped the left side of the picture.
"Your daughter's grown up pretty."
Even prettier in person, he swallowed the afterthought and continued.
"That's why you ran, right? 'Cause I was starting to eye your daughter."
"Yeah. My poor daughter to a creep like you..."
"Really?"
Taeyang shot back from afar. His piercing gaze, like he saw through everything, sent chills down Seonhye's spine for no reason.
"Or are you worried I might get too fixated on your daughter and leave you behind?"
"What bullshit is that!"
"No, about three years ago, there were signs. Whenever I brought up your kid, you'd dodge it hard. You were scared. Afraid I'd ditch you alone."
Seonhye's face twisted with rage and shame.
"Don't spout that crap...!"
"Suit yourself."
Taeyang shrugged lightly. Deny it all she wanted now—could she later?
"If you're gonna keep saying that shit, get out!"
"Not gonna."
With a cheeky reply, Taeyang pulled her into a back hug. This time, he skipped groping her belly or breasts entirely. Instead, he went straight for her ass and pussy, kneading her dormant erogenous zones awake.
Seonhye let out a short moan, then clamped her lips shut.
"Ngh."
Taeyang cocked his head curiously and kneaded her ass again. Her reaction was noticeably duller than yesterday.
Squish squish.
"Huh."
He realized why and let out a dry chuckle. The dress fabric was similar to yesterday's, but the thick, muffled feel underneath screamed desperate rebellion via padded underwear.
Useless against him, of course. Taeyang squatted and spread her ass cheeks as wide as possible.
"Mm."
Is he trying to humiliate me more? Eyes squeezed shut, Seonhye braced. Even in this situation, her flesh and anus pulsed with contractions and relaxations, adding moisture inside her panties. Each rough squeeze made her hole gape wide like a yawn—schlup—though clothes hid the view, the stretching sensation was unwelcome.
Or so she told herself.
After a few minutes of loosening her ass tension, Taeyang moved to the next phase.
"Sssshhh."
"Kyaa!"
Seonhye shrieked at the fart-like sound from her ass crack. Hot breath seeped clearly through her clothes.
"N-no! What are you—! Kyahahh!"
Taeyang's hands gripped her ass, so she could've bolted forward if she wanted. But she just rubbed her thighs together, protesting verbally while doing nothing more. She even swayed her hips side to side, savoring the nose's pressure harder.
"Kghhhh...!"
Just as Seonhye shuddered toward climax again...
"Ah, coffee's probably cold now. That's it for today."
Taeyang pulled his face away first. To deny her the lingering pleasure's orgasm, he smacked her ass.
Smack!
"Eh, ah... ngh..."
Same ending as yesterday. She'd suspected, but he slammed the brakes right before her peak again. Half-bent over, Seonhye panted with an even more flushed face than before. Yesterday's feelings were confusion and relief; today's were fury and injustice.
Suppressing it all, she spoke.
"The video... delete it..."
"Yeah, yeah. There, deleted."
He deleted it right in front of her eyes and downed the coffee in one go.
"See you tomorrow?"
With a casual goodbye, Taeyang really left the house.