Teacher's Day -Day 3-
-Day 3-
Taeyang stepped right in front of Seonhye and pulled her into a tight embrace. He bent his knees slightly to match her eye level, burying his face in her breasts. Seonhye, who had been grabbed from behind until now, squirmed in panic, but as always, she was completely overpowered by Taeyang's strength and had no choice but to surrender her body.
He took a deep breath.
"You smell so good."
"Mmph..."
"Sluuuurp... haaah..."
His free hands gripped her ass, kneading it like dough, tormenting it to his heart's content. Since his head was bowed, there was no risk of her seeing his expression no matter what it was. Judging it safe, Seonhye stifled her breaths at the hot puffs against her cleavage, panting quietly. Of course, she still couldn't reach climax, just like all the times before.
Taeyang finished his coffee, deleted the video, and left. Seonhye silently returned to her room and masturbated fervently until her family came home. The one silver lining was that, for some unknown reason, her daughter's return was several hours later than usual, allowing her to satisfy herself fully.
-Day 4-
Seonhye resolved to endure Taeyang's touches today, preparing thoroughly. Under her dress, she layered on shorts, a t-shirt, and even body-shaping pads she never had reason to use before. As expected, whether he groped her body or sniffed her, she felt nothing. But realizing this, he obsessively targeted less guarded spots like her nape, earlobes, and soft belly fat.
These were areas dulled to sensation before, so the pleasure was entirely different from anything in the past four days—she lost her mind completely. In the face of that brain-melting ecstasy, she could only cling halfway to Taeyang, letting out moans. Just before climax, he stopped his hands.
But it wasn't over. Perhaps as punishment for wearing extra layers, once her body had barely cooled, Taeyang pounced again, caressing her relentlessly. He teased her to the brink twice more, then drank his coffee, deleted the video, and left as usual.
That day, Seonhye forgot to even go to her room and masturbated furiously in the living room for a long while.
-Day 5-
Judging that extra clothes were pointless resistance, this time she planned to masturbate first before he arrived, so she wouldn't feel a thing. She started several hours early, and at first, it seemed effective. But it was all an illusion. She wasted time and stamina alike, suffering even more. On top of that, Taeyang teased her to the edge four times without letting her finish.
-Day 6-
Realizing all resistance was futile, Seonhye simply went limp, letting Taeyang's hands have their way. Holding back as best she could, then masturbating until just before her daughter arrived—that became her afternoon routine. Four teases, yet after nearly six days, Seonhye's climax count remained zero.
A few more days passed like that.
-Day 10-
Taeyang had been visiting Seonhye's house constantly for ten whole days now. It had long lost any connection to Teacher's Day, but he steadily, diligently developed her body. Now, she was on the verge before his coffee even cooled, so he simply stopped his hands repeatedly, melting her patience away.
But even on the tenth day, Taeyang held firm. He never crossed the line—never stripped her clothes or slipped his hands inside. He tormented her only over her clothes, stopping just as she neared climax to stoke her fire higher, never extinguishing it himself.
"That's all for today."
He released her breast and stepped back. Seonhye ground her teeth watching his retreating back as he leisurely poured the coffee down his throat with a smug grin.
It wasn't just a day or two—ten straight days of stopping before climax had built stress beyond imagination. Today alone, he'd edged her seven times. But she couldn't complain. He was just groping her body freely in exchange for deleting the video. Begging for more would invite his mocking barbs, all too predictable.
Better to wait until he left and masturbate then.
"Do whatever you want."
But something felt off. He chugged the coffee and deleted the video as usual, yet instead of leaving, Taeyang plopped onto the sofa, fiddling away time idly.
Seonhye glared at him, lips twitching.
"Why aren't you leaving?"
"Nah, just... It's hotter outside than I thought. I'll head out once the sun sets a bit more."
After over ten minutes of messing with his phone, he finally looked up, meeting her eyes for the first time.
"Could I get one more coffee? Iced this time?"
Seonhye stared wordlessly, and he gave an awkward wave with a sheepish grin.
"In exchange, I'll delete one more video."
"Tch."
That alone—shortening this hell by one more day—was enough. She brought the coffee. She slammed it down in front of him hard enough to make a thud, then retreated far away, arms crossed.
Even cheap instant coffee, yet Taeyang sniffed it appreciatively, letting out a deep sigh of delight.
"Mmm. For some reason, the coffee you make tastes way better, Teacher."
Another thirty minutes dragged by. Taeyang showed no sign of getting up. Seonhye's expression twisted; her discomfort was obvious to anyone.
She shifted restlessly.
"When are you leaving?"
"Don't nag. Your daughter and husband are still hours away, right?"
"How would you know that?!"
"Dunno? I just have good instincts."
Taeyang brushed it off with a smirk. He checked his phone again. A photo arrived—a long line of people, Seonhui beaming in the center as she snapped a selfie and sent it to him.
Though they'd started as friends over the past ten days, Seonhui now hung on Taeyang's every word. Simple reason: for women her age, sexual desire dominated above all, and Taeyang satisfied it beyond her wildest dreams. Naturally, she'd give him her liver or gall bladder if he asked—even if it meant queuing three hours for dessert shop treats. He'd paid and treated her better than usual, so no real gratitude needed.
"If you're just gonna stare at your phone, do you really need to stay here?"
Taeyang shook his head at Seonhye's sharp jab.
"Can't help it. Mind if I use the bathroom? I'll leave right after."
"Bathroom's out the hall, second door on the left. It's marked."
As he stood, Taeyang suddenly smacked her ass hard. By now, it was routine; Seonhye barely reacted.
"Alright, excuse me then. Got toilet paper?"
"...Yeah."
Announcing his "big business" indirectly, Taeyang headed out to the bathroom.
Creak—thud!
Confirming the door shut and locked, Seonhye glanced around the empty house and swallowed hard.
"Haa..."
She hiked up her dress skirt in a frenzy. Her plain navy cotton panties were soaked through, clinging wetly to her skin. His handprint still burned on her ass. She stripped everything off and stood before the full-length living room mirror.
Her nipples stood rigidly erect, her clit even harder—nothing fit "in heat" better.
"This... isn't right..."
Her mind knew it. But her body wouldn't obey. Contrary to her pitiful murmur, her hand crept downward, brushing her pussy.
For years, no matter how she touched herself, barely any reaction. She'd chalked it up to waning libido, but that was wrong. Her lewd body had merely slumbered deeply—until Taeyang's touches awakened it.
The instant her fingers grazed it, electricity jolted from her pussy up her spine to her brain. She could dress once the toilet flushed. Thinking that, Seonhye moved her fingers slowly.
Parting her outer lips, a finger sank into her entrance. Already sopping wet, her pussy welcomed it without resistance.
Squelch—squiiish—
"Khuhhh...!"
The past ten days, Taeyang's visits—tormenting her, coffee, gone—took under thirty minutes. Naturally, Seonhye had formed the habit of immediate masturbation after he left, usually climaxing wildly by now.
But today, with him lingering, her body burned hotter than ever, unquenched. Back in her kindergarten teaching days, she'd secretly masturbate in the staff lounge, so easily swayed by lust. Now that Taeyang had reignited that blazing carnality, her remaining restraint was thin.
Reason screamed to wait until he left; instinct urged she'd endured enough already. And so...
Taeyang was just meters away in the bathroom. Yet here she was, naked and fingering herself. The thought made her hand work her pussy even faster.
Squelch—shlick—squiiiish—
"Kyaaah, hng... haa...!"
Climax rushed in several times faster than usual; Seonhye bit her lip, drool spilling.
"Cummingcummingcummingcummingcummingcummingcumming...!"
And as she teetered on the edge—
Whoosh—the toilet flushed.
A few more seconds and she'd have made it, but enough sense remained. Seonhye scrambled into her clothes.
By the time Taeyang returned, she sat casually on the sofa, fully dressed.
He shook off his still-damp hands.
"Bathroom was great."
"Then leave."
"Yeees~"
His drawn-out reply came with a grin, the curve of his eyes suggesting he knew everything. Seonhye shivered inexplicably. If he suddenly pinned her now, could she resist? No way.
Calming her pounding heart, she kept her face blank.
"Deleted the video in the bathroom."
With that, Taeyang left.
"Haa..."
Hand on her chest, she sighed in relief. Good. He hadn't noticed.
But in a corner of her mind she hadn't realized, a tiny spark flickered to life.
Unaware of it yet, Seonhye slowly stripped again. Today's masturbation lasted even longer than usual.
*
-Day 11-
Taeyang didn't come. No idea why. No contact either. He always arrived at the same time, but even as the sun set, he never showed. Seonhye sat blankly on the sofa waiting, doing nothing until her daughter and husband returned. The first day she skipped housework.
-Day 12-
Taeyang didn't come again. Seonhye masturbated blankly in her room. It felt ordinary, but imagining that familiar face hovering before her eyes sent sweet pleasure rippling to her brain.
If her hand slowed even slightly, the face faded, leaving hollow regret—she moved her fingers faster.
From her half-dazed lips slipped a soft murmur.
"Taeyang... Geum Taeyang..."
Just whispering his name. Yet a scorching heat unlike any past masturbation surged from her pussy outward. Her endlessly dripping juices soaked obscenely from wrist to bedsheets.