Teacher's Day
One hand still kneaded Seonhye's breast while the other slipped between her thighs. "Hnngh..." The moment his fingers brushed her pussy, she let out a sharp little moan.
Just from the feel of the fabric under his fingertips, he could tell. Normally, beneath the hem of her dress, he'd sense the smooth texture of panties, but right now, all he felt was the coarse brush of pubic hair. Sure, if it were some special clingy material molded right to her pussy, maybe... but no.
"Mmm..." Seonhye twisted her body, pressing her thighs together. That reaction wouldn't happen if she were wearing any. It was certain. She was completely bare under that dress.
"Whoa..." Taeyang grinned, letting out a low whistle of admiration. "So bold..."
At his teasing whisper, Seonhye shot back immediately. "I just didn't have any underwear!"
"That's weird."
"What's weird!"
Her voice rose higher than usual as she whipped her head back to glare at him. At a glance, it might seem sharper than normal, but the truth was the opposite. She simply couldn't wear any. She tried to hold onto her composure with that thought, but facing Taeyang and feeling his touch crumbled her resolve in an instant. Just a single grope of her breast and pussy, and her legs were already trembling, warm slickness threatening to leak between her clenched thighs at any moment.
Over the past four days without contact, she hadn't wanted to admit it, but Taeyang's presence had swollen in her mind to an undeniable size. And that feeling wasn't negative at all.
Of course, Taeyang could easily guess why she was acting so prickly. They were already more than halfway there. But to tease her further, he nipped at her earlobe.
"Eek!"
"You hate it that much?"
"Duh, what kind of question is that?"
Her snappy, irritated reply made Taeyang shake his head and pull his hands away. "Guess there's nothing for it, then."
Seonhye's face went blank as the hands that had been relentlessly tormenting her sensitive spots withdrew. "Wh-what?"
The stuttered "ehs" bursting from her lips perfectly captured her confusion. Not satisfied with that, Taeyang stepped back, putting real distance between them. Still smiling, he flopped onto the sofa.
"Let's just call it here for today."
"What do you mean by that!"
Taeyang waved her off lightly, cutting her words short. "You said you hated it."
Seonhye clamped her mouth shut, on the verge of yelling. Since when did he ever listen so well? Spouting nonsense like he was being considerate. He should just ignore her like always and toy with her body. His smile deepened as he continued.
"If it's the video you're worried about, no need. I'll delete it, promise." He pulled out his phone and waggled it up and down. "We'll just have some coffee and call it a day. Or whatever."
"Wh-why all of a sudden?"
Seonhye's voice quavered faintly, though she didn't realize it herself, her expression uneasy. Unintentionally or not, deep down she'd been hoping he'd touch her until she came. No matter how frantically she'd masturbated over the past four days, her lust had only built up without release. And just from skipping underwear, her body was twice as sensitive as usual. Taeyang always read her so perfectly, dancing her on the edge of pleasure and climax, but today she figured even a light touch would push her over.
So what was she supposed to do now that he'd suddenly pulled away completely? She bit her nails irritably. Taeyang smirked at the sight.
"What's wrong? Not to your liking?"
Realizing the lewd thoughts she'd been having, Seonhye yanked her hand behind her back in horror. "N-no! If you don't wanna touch, great for me! I just want that video gone!"
"Right. Sure."
It wasn't. But she couldn't voice her true feelings. That last scrap of fragile pride still sealed her lips—though it was so flimsy now, a mere breeze would scatter it.
Taeyang fiddled with his phone and sipped his coffee. Seonhye just stared blankly. They sat far enough apart that neither could reach the other, but every time he glanced up and raked his eyes over her body, she clamped her thighs tighter in strange delight.
Seonhye sighed shortly, her face troubled. Then, abruptly, she sat on the sofa next to him. It was spacious enough, and she perched precariously at the edge, keeping distance—but still unexpected. She always stood until he left. Taeyang looked surprised at the shift.
"Sitting next to me all of a sudden?"
"It's my house. I sit where I want."
"Fair enough."
He nodded agreeably and truly left her alone. "Thanks for the coffee. See ya."
He drained his cup and left.
*
Days passed like that. Seonhye still went without underwear, and Taeyang would confirm it, then pull his hands away immediately. The check took barely ten seconds, so she never even approached climax—just faint pleasure at best. His touch grew shorter and lighter, so logically she shouldn't feel much, but her body adapted, hypersensitizing itself to wring maximum ecstasy from those brief moments.
Now sitting casually beside him, Seonhye let out a short sigh. Dust on the family photo frame atop the drawer pricked her guilt. Housework had piled up, neglected day by day. Now her routine was: masturbate until Taeyang arrived after her husband and daughter left for work and school; masturbate until they returned after he left.
Another thirty minutes with Taeyang glued to the sofa. Like four days ago, he asked for a second coffee. Without even questioning if he'd delete more videos, she brewed it obediently.
Twenty more minutes passed. A rumble came from Taeyang's stomach. He chuckled awkwardly.
"Weirdly, one cup's fine, but two and my gut acts up. Mind if I use the bathroom?"
He headed off. The moment he left the living room, Seonhye stripped frantically. She didn't even check if the door locked—her mind was beyond that. Her overheated body couldn't be reined in by willpower or pride. No underwear meant she was naked faster than usual, burying herself in the sofa backrest.
Her left hand cupped the underside of one breast, lifting it high. The pale brown nipple hovered near her lips. Without hesitation, she latched on, slurping the whole areola while nipping the tip with her teeth.
"Hah... ahh..."
Her thumb flicked her protruding clit like a speed bag; index and middle fingers plunged into the sopping wet flesh. Squelch— She released the supported breast. It swung down, but she strained her jaw to keep sucking. "Kngh!" The pain—or pleasure—of it nearly tearing free rolled her eyes back, body shuddering.
Her free hand went to the other breast, twisting it viciously as her pussy-stuffing fingers sped up. "Hng! Ha! Hahng! Hiiik!" She'd meant to muffle herself with the nipple, but forgot, her moans rising endlessly. Saliva dribbled from her gaping lips around it.
"Khhhiiiii!"
Her scream echoed loud enough for the bathroom as she climaxed. Her body slumped, pussy squirting uncontrollably. Even in the white-hot bliss blanking her mind, her hands didn't stop. Squelch— slurp slurp slurp—
Taeyang would take at least five minutes to return; at this pace, she could cum three times. Fresh off one orgasm, her hands flew faster. Twice, thrice. Lust didn't subside. She glanced at the wall clock. Over five minutes. But her hands kept going. Not yet... no flush yet. Just until the flush— one more...
She twisted her clit viciously. A shrill moan escaped.
And then.
"Ahh. Now that's the stuff."
The voice from behind her skull hit like a thunderbolt. She whipped her head around. The breast slipped from her mouth, bouncing. Taeyang stood there, hand over his mouth in mock distress—but his fingers splayed enough to reveal a wicked grin.
"What a disgraceful display with a guest here."
Seonhye jolted in shock, but that was it. No covering with scattered clothes, no turning away—she froze mid-masturbation. Yet her glazed pupils burned not with worry or shame, but eager lust for what came next. Will he pounce? He will, right? Of course he will!
But Taeyang defied her hopes, still smirking as he pointed at her clothes on the floor. "Well, no panties, sure, but shouldn't you at least throw on some clothes?"
Her lips quivered at his words. Drool pooled at her chin, dripping onto her breasts.
"It's... my house. I wear what I want... however I want..."
Same logic as when she'd sat down. Absurd to anyone, but Taeyang nodded again.
"True. Homeowner's rules, guest asks permission. That's basic."
His next words were outrageous.
"So, can I strip too?"
No! her reason screamed. But her mouth betrayed her.
"D-do whatever... you want..."
She flicked her eyes to his crotch, adding softly. "You'll do it anyway..."
Undress, grope her body. And... more than that. Imagining "more" sent fresh excitement surging; she couldn't control herself.
"Hng."
Squelch— Her hand moved on its own. Even with Taeyang right there watching, she couldn't stop masturbating.