Teacher's Surrender
At my question, Seonhye hesitated, chewing her lower lip before bowing her head deeply. Then she gave the tiniest nod. Even with her brain soaked in pleasure, she just couldn't bring herself to say out loud that she wanted her own child and a boy just a few years younger to touch her body, her breasts. Compared to her defiant resistance moments ago, this was a huge step forward. But I didn't look pleased at all. If anything, irritation was plain on my face.
"Hmm."
Her remaining resistance was like a sandcastle before the waves—fragile, destined to crumble in seconds—but that hesitant mumbling grated on me.
"Teacher?"
"Uh, y-yes?"
Her expression screamed she was in full heat, yet she was still clinging to her flimsy pride. It only made me want to be meaner.
"If you don't say it properly and just nod..."
I stopped the hand that had been toying with her breast. The unprecedented pleasure cut off abruptly, and Seonhye let out a wistful breath with a pitiful look on her face.
"How am I supposed to know?"
I resumed moving my hand, but compared to before, it was clumsier now, more like teasing tickles. I deliberately avoided her nipples, just grazing around the areolas, which only made her body heat up faster.
"Hnnngh...! Ah. Huh?"
Even that stimulation built up relentlessly toward climax, but I'd notice like a ghost and stop just in time. It was driving her insane. Right on the edge of orgasm, the boiling heat in her body scattered like a mirage.
"Th-that..."
One hand kept tormenting her breast while the other slid to her abdomen—a strategic hub for easy access to her pussy or chest. Once I tamed this spot, the rest would be simple.
"N-not there! Khng!"
Seonhye tried to protest in panic, but I twisted her nipple, forcing a moan from her. I smirked at the soft flesh filling my hand.
"You've got a bit of a tummy, huh?"
"Y-you can't say that..."
"Well, you're a mom. I get it."
Maybe she'd slacked on postpartum care, but despite her slim figure, there was a slight pudge around her belly. Not unattractive—more like cute love handles. I kneaded her tummy fat and whispered, bringing my lips so close to her ear that she could feel my breath.
"Don't you want to feel even better?"
"Even... better... Kyaaah!"
I licked up her earlobe and nibbled it with my teeth. Ear, breast, abdomen—assaulted in three places at once, Seonhye couldn't keep her wits about her. If she'd just climaxed outright, fine, but I stopped every time on the brink, leaving her body burning hotter and hotter. At first, it was every minute; now, every ten seconds.
"C-coming! I'm c-coming! Aaaah!"
Her body shuddered toward release again, but I timed it perfectly and pulled my hands away. Seonhye couldn't even speak properly anymore, just twitching helplessly. Saliva dripped from her slack, gaping lips, trailing down her chin. This was pleasure she'd never known in her plain sex with her husband—she was lost, flailing in ecstasy.
Judging her fully ripe, I released her ear and tempted her again.
"Beg properly, and I'll give you a reward."
Her eyes glazed over as she parroted me.
"...Reward?"
"Yeah. What you're feeling now is just kids' play. I'll show you what real pleasure is."
The massive wave crashed over her crumbling sandcastle walls. Nothing remained.
Seonhye's lips quivered. Her face was a mess of tears and drool, her voice a mix of sob and laugh as she murmured to me.
"Taeyang... Teacher's... breasts..."
"Yes."
At her words, I placed both hands lightly over her breasts, ready to grab anytime, and waited attentively.
"Touch them... Hnngh! Haaang!"
The moment she finished, I squeezed hard. She climaxed instantly, head thrown back, hips bucking wildly. Breast milk sprayed everywhere, her silent screams echoing in the lounge. Her mind went white. In that instant, she wasn't anyone's mother, wife, or teacher—just a beast in heat.
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor, panting. Her rock-hard nipples bobbed visibly with every breath.
"Haa... haa..."
I squatted beside her, licking the milk-soaked hand.
"How was it? Felt good, right?"
"So... good..."
No reason to refuse or deny it. If anything, she felt stupid for rejecting his touch these past days just because he was "young."
Seonhye reached out to me with a weak smile.
"Breasts... touch more?"
"As much as you want."
I climbed onto her belly and gripped both nipples, kneading her breasts roughly like dough.
"Hnnngh. Haaang! Hk! Too rooough!"
She didn't hide her emotions anymore, bucking wildly. Seeing the nonstop milk flow, she looked almost sad. I leaned forward and bit one nipple hard. Sweet and tangy, indescribable.
After sucking for a while, I lifted my head.
"Teacher's breasts are mine now."
"Hngbh..."
She couldn't even answer properly, lost as I sucked fiercely. I slapped the side of her breast with my palm.
Smack!
"These breasts. Who owns them?"
"Taeyang... yours..."
Seonhye was just an animal now, waiting for the food and pleasure I gave.
*
The scattered milk and the thick lewd scent filling the lounge made cleanup a chore. It took thirty minutes before Taeyang and Seonhye finally finished.
Watching her change out of her pussy-soaked pants, I said,
"I'll touch your pussy tomorrow."
"Ngh."
Seonhye flinched while buttoning her blouse.
"Don't want that?"
"No, it's not... "
Her face flushed as she rubbed her thighs together. Thanks to the "lesson," she was embarrassed but didn't dodge or gloss over it.
"I thought you'd touch it today..."
"Ha."
Her shy confession made me burst out laughing again. Time was on my side—no need to rush. Making her desperate was better for training.
"Save it for tomorrow's fun."
As I headed out of the lounge, I glanced back.
"Oh, and no panties from now on."
Seonhye, wiping milk from her apron, nodded.
*
"Ngh."
Back on my mat, I grinned in satisfaction. Playing with Ahyeon or other girls was fun, but there were limits. The slow-burn seduction left my hands idle and me frustrated. But snagging a toy like this? A married woman in her mid-twenties, wed young in her early twenties. Where else would I find one? Postpartum maturity mixed with youthful freshness—zero flaws.
And it wasn't just for me. I turned to Ahyeon, curled up like a shrimp with her back to me, and stared.
Pretty stimulating stuff. I wondered if she'd even understood it properly.
"Asleep?"
Her breathing quickened to sell the act, but her twitching eyelids screamed fake. I didn't call her out.
I pulled the blanket over and lay down too.
"Mmmph..."
Pretending sleep-talk, Ahyeon shifted to hug me.
"Heh."
I spread my arms and hugged back. Curious what she'd do tomorrow. Act normal? Or...
*
Maybe because we hadn't gone all the way despite the vivid 3D porn show, nothing dramatic changed between us afterward. Except...
"Taeyang, Taeyang, Taeyang. Ahh..."
Straddling my thigh, Ahyeon ground her hips relentlessly. Rubbing her crotch against my leg, her lewd moans were a far cry from the innocent girl of days ago. Thanks to the "naptime shows" every day? Her every action and word dripped with subtle eroticism now.
"Ahk."
Whispering my name nonstop, she bit my earlobe and sucked it noisily. Caught off guard by the double attack, I turned my head—and
Smack.
"Hehe."
Her pink tongue still out, she licked her lips with a grin, then pulled my neck into a hug.
"Taeyang's mine."
In Ahyeon's actions, Seonhye overlapped.