Taeyang's Pitiless Demands at the Kindergarten
Seonhye bit her lip at Taeyang's unrelenting demands in the kindergarten. No matter how much of a weakness he held over her, this was too much. They had long since crossed the line—leaped over it entirely. She had to end this insane relationship right now.
"T-T Taeyang... you can't say things like that..."
But despite her resolute determination, all that escaped her lips was a pitiful whimper. She was always so bold and confident normally, yet whenever she was alone with Taeyang, she shrank into herself like it had never happened. She couldn't speak carelessly. The boy before her was the absolute dominant, and she was nothing more than a mere submissive.
Taeyang knew that hierarchy all too well. He shrugged lightly.
"Fine, whatever if you don't want to."
His tone was as flat and indifferent as ever, but she knew those seemingly considerate words were nothing short of an ultimatum.
Taeyang let out a short sigh and crossed his arms. Seonhye shuddered under his endlessly cold gaze.
"A-alright!"
Taeyang pulled over a nearby chair and positioned himself right in front of her as she stood. He sneered.
"You're the pervert teacher who sneaks off to masturbate in the lounge while the kids are napping. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
Seonhye wanted to retort, but she could only clamp her mouth shut. Anything she said would just sound like filthy excuses.
"Really..." Instead, she asked again with anxious eyes. "You'll keep it a secret?"
"Of course. Why would I go around spreading it when it does nothing for me? Assuming you listen well, that is."
If it had just been him seeing her masturbate, she could have denied it as a lie. But with photos, she was completely trapped. If this got out, it wouldn't just be firing—she knew it would devastate her marriage too.
Her hands trembled as she gripped the straps of her apron.
"Ah, keep the apron on. Don't take it off."
It made her look more like a kindergarten teacher that way. With a grin, Taeyang added that, and despite the humiliating demand, Seonhye could only bow her head and obey.
It had been two weeks since Taeyang first got leverage over her. At the start, the requests weren't impossible—like hugs—but they'd escalated: show me your underwear, let me touch you. Now she was in this pathetic state. There was no right to refuse. She knew Taeyang's personality better than anyone; he wasn't some ordinary kid she could scold and brush off.
"Hngh..."
Slipping her hands under the apron, Seonhye undid the buttons of her blouse one by one. Her face flushed with shame as she stole glances at Taeyang.
"...The bra too?"
Taeyang tapped the armrest of the chair.
"Seriously? You call that a question right now? Dragging this out isn't a good look."
At his urging, Seonhye unhooked her bra. Her simple, plain undergarment dropped onto her knees. Now topless except for the apron draped over her, her face burned even redder. Her breasts peeked out from the sides of the apron. She cupped them with both hands, combining it with the apron for some coverage.
Of course, Taeyang had no intention of letting her hide like that.
"If it was okay to cover them, I wouldn't have made you strip in the first place."
He scowled and clicked his tongue, forcing her hands away immediately. Climbing onto the chair to match her height, Taeyang reached for the hem of the apron and rolled it up tightly.
"Eek!"
As the apron's coverage shrank around her chest, her full breasts were naturally exposed. Panicking, she grabbed his hands.
"Huh?"
Taeyang raised an eyebrow in clear displeasure, and Seonhye flinched, releasing him with teary eyes.
The rolled-up apron hung down her centerline, wedged firmly between her ample cleavage. Taeyang nodded in satisfaction. He spread both hands upward from below, lifting the undersides of her breasts.
Slosh—
"Whoa, these are heavy."
E-cup? F-cup? The exact size didn't matter. They were so voluptuous that his small hands couldn't hold them—they overflowed immediately. Pretty melon-shaped breasts spilled softly from his grasp. He twisted the pale brown areolas and nipples typical of a married woman, pinching the perky tips.
"Haht!"
Pleasure overrode pain in her moan. White breast milk oozed out in soft spurts, wetting his palms. Taeyang grinned and licked the milk flowing over his knuckles. It was a lewd flavor, utterly distinct from regular milk.
Seeing his lips glisten white, Seonhye writhed in deeper shame and humiliation. Bowing her head, she murmured,
"No... don't do this..."
Her plea carried no intimidation—just desperate pathos. Taeyang shot a displeased glance at Seonhye, who still clung to some defiance. They'd been playing like this with just her top off for four days now. Ready to move to the next stage, he spoke.
"Teacher."
She lifted her head slightly at his call. And in that instant—
"Mmph!"
Taeyang lunged, pulling her into an embrace and pressing his lips to hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth. Startled, Seonhye clamped her mouth shut at first to block the tangle, but as it gently stroked her teeth and gums, her jaws parted slightly.
His intense yet meticulous tongue made the insides of her chest tingle oddly. She squeezed her eyes shut.
I have no choice... I'm being blackmailed...
Rationalizing it that way made the rest easy.
"Mmmph."
Slurp— Smmph— Schlick—
Her tongue emerged to greet his through the gap in her teeth. Tongues entwined. Taeyang's tongue, tiny compared to an adult's, only fueled her sense of depravity. To him, fresh from brushing, it was just cool minty toothpaste. But for Seonhye, the subtle sweet tang made her lose her mind—she knew it was the taste of her own breast milk better than anyone.
Two years since giving birth, she hadn't had sex once with her passionless husband. Including pregnancy, it had been three years of drought. Her pent-up lust had built to the point of masturbating at work—a ridiculous, insane act. Yet ironically, in these two weeks under Taeyang's thumb, she'd felt the greatest humiliation of her life... and pleasure beyond it.
Before she knew it, Seonhye's hands gently cupped Taeyang's cheeks.
"Pwah!"
How much time had passed? Their lips parted, tongues separated. The long string of saliva sparkled in the light. Her dazed, reason-lost eyes belonged not to the kind kindergarten teacher, but to a bitch in heat.
Taeyang spread his palms upward again, bouncing her breasts lightly. They had rubber-ball bounce. Her nipples traced lewd afterimages up and down—the most obscene trajectory in the world.
"You like having your tits played with?"
Her duty as a teacher, her chastity as a wife—those evaporated the moment she accepted the kiss. Flushing for an entirely different reason now, Seonhye nodded silently.
Taeyang scraped her nipple lightly with his fingernail. Her back arched like a bow.
"Haaaah!"
More milk spurted, soiling his hand again, but he ignored it and changed the question.
"Want me to touch them more?"
And through a slightly ajar door crack, a pair of eyes gleamed, watching their lewd rendezvous intently.