Chapter 46
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: During the Consultation with Teacher
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During the session with my teacher,
"How can I best please a woman in bed?"
"......"
"......"
"......Hmm, so that's what you were curious about, Sun-hu."
The teacher looked flustered.
She'd told me to talk about anything bothering me, but maybe I shouldn't have brought up something like this.
She was a doctor, sure, but first and foremost a woman, and this could easily come off as sexual harassment if I wasn't careful.
I couldn't exactly talk about what happened with my family, so I'd tried to phrase it indirectly.
"......You're not feeling dizzy or hearing voices or anything like that, right?"
"No. I'm perfectly fine."
The teacher started doubting if I was in my right mind.
I really shouldn't have said anything.
"I'm sorry. Please pretend you didn't hear that."
I bowed my head in apology.
She must think I'm ridiculous, showing up on such short notice after collapsing just to ask something like this.
"No, it's fine. I was just caught off guard since it was so unexpected."
The teacher adjusted her glasses and straightened her posture.
Psychiatrist Yoon Seo-ah.
The renowned doctor who'd been overseeing my care since middle school.
I'd consulted with Dr. Yoon on personal matters before.
Last time, I'd even opened up honestly about my desires toward my family.
She'd affirmed my feelings and helped me regain my confidence.
I owed much of my current connection with Mom and my sisters to Dr. Yoon's guidance.
That's probably why I'd let my guard down too much around her.
I'd taken her advice to discuss anything at face value.
Now I regretted it.
"Sex is a big part of life, so it's natural to worry about it. You know there are couples who divorce over mismatched compatibility, right?"
Embarrassed, I just nodded vigorously instead of answering.
It was my topic, but hearing the word "sex" from the teacher's mouth felt strangely thrilling.
"So, what made you start thinking about this, Sun-hu?"
I hesitated, mumbling without a clear response.
No matter that it was Dr. Yoon, I couldn't bring up what happened with Mom or my sisters.
But it was too important to brush off as mere embarrassment.
I doubted I'd get another chance to ask about something like this.
"Truth is, I lack confidence."
I spoke carefully.
"She's older than me, way more experienced, surrounded by all these cool guys... Compared to that, I feel so inadequate..."
Even saying it out loud, I felt pathetic.
Mom and my sisters were incredible people—too incredible to even compare myself to.
"I don't have anything else to offer. So at least in bed, I want to make her happy. But I'm just not confident."
I pushed through the shame and shared my honest feelings.
"......I see. So you have someone like that in mind?"
"Yes. Actually, we slept together recently."
"I see. Congratulations, Sun-hu."
"Thank you."
This was embarrassing to talk about.
But it was important medical counseling, too.
"Did she not seem that pleased, by any chance?"
"She seemed to like it, but I don't know if it was genuine or just her being considerate of me."
"How much older is she?"
"Yeah, um, in her thirties or forties."
I kept it vague to avoid specifics.
Her surprised expression upon hearing the age was understandable.
I'd just turned twenty-one; the age gap was nearly double.
"......I get it. So even someone that much older is fine for you?"
"Yes. Like you said last time, Teacher—everyone has the right to love. What matters in love is the heart, not age."
"That's right. It's so obvious we forget, but age doesn't matter in love."
"But with all her experience, I'm worried she might compare me to other guys and find me lacking."
"Yeah. Even knowing you shouldn't compare, feelings don't work that way."
"I tried looking online, but I can't tell real advice from fake, and porn videos don't seem like the real thing."
"Exactly. You can't trust everything online, and those videos are all staged."
"No one else to ask..."
"So that's why you asked me?"
"Yes."
The teacher typed something on her PC.
I couldn't see the monitor from here, so no idea what she wrote.
"First off, there's no one-size-fits-all way to please a woman. It varies case by case—everyone likes different things in different situations."
"Yes......"
Her answer was pretty textbook.
I hadn't expected miracles, but it was still a letdown.
But she wasn't done.
"That said, statistics do show what kinds of men satisfy women more. Things like looks, status, height for men in general. Then penis length, girth, shape. Stamina, number of times you can ejaculate, and so on."
I listened to Dr. Yoon more intently than ever.
"Honestly, from what I can see, your physical attributes are nothing to worry about. Skills and status will come with time since you're young. The issue's probably technique."
As she spoke, her gaze flicked briefly toward my crotch.
My face burned. I could feel the blood rushing.
She was the pro, though—stone-faced, not a twitch.
"If you're okay with it, Sun-hu, could I take a look? Might let me give more specific advice."
She wanted to check out my dick?
"Uh, I, um......"
"No need to be so shy. This is just an exam."
Right. Don't overthink it. She's just treating a patient as a doctor.
"......Please do."
This was an exam.
So why was I still embarrassed? Because I saw her as a woman?
Dr. Yoon Seo-ah was beautiful. Intellectual beauty, gentle way of speaking. Married in her thirties with a kid, but impossible not to see her as a woman.
She disinfected her hands and sat beside me.
A faint perfume wafted over—no hospital antiseptic smell, probably because psychiatry focused on talk therapy.
"Alright, want to take it out?"
"......Yes."
I stood, unbuckled my belt.
Hesitating would just make it worse.
I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped my pants.
Don't think. Thinking about embarrassment makes it embarrassing.
"Ho."
The teacher let out a small sound of admiration.
She leaned in close enough to feel her breath as she inspected my cock.
"I-Is something wrong?"
"Not at all. Nicely groomed and clean. Pretty color too. Mind if I touch?"
"Ah. Sure."
I nodded without thinking.
Her slender fingers brushed the tip.
Her hand was a bit cool.
My cock twitched.
This felt weird. Dr. Yoon touching my cock.
......Just an exam. An exam.
"Now, let's get it hard? Size matters when erect."
Her tone was professional, but softened just enough.
I could tell she was being considerate.
But I couldn't just flip a switch.
"I-I'm nervous, so......"
"Oh? Then let me help a bit."
She didn't wait for a reply this time.
Carefully gripped and massaged under my balls.
"Eut."
"Does it hurt?"
"N-No......"
I panicked.
Didn't expect her to touch so directly.
I figured she'd just look.
"Ah, Teacher......"
Her hand stroked up from the base.
This was real. Dr. Yoon was actually touching my cock.
My hips shivered.
At her delicate touch, my dormant cock swelled.
"My, my. Quite spirited."
She smiled warmly at it.
Then gripped it with both hands and slowly stroked back and forth.
"Great size, good shape, perfect hardness. What are you even worried about?"
"T-Teacher! W-Wait a sec!"
Even I knew this wasn't normal anymore.
This was straight-up foreplay.
"Why? Backing out now?"
"N-Not that."
"You're the one who teased me first, Sun-hu. Luring me in like that, then playing innocent?"
Anger laced her voice.
Her upward gaze sharpened.
This wasn't the gently smiling Dr. Yoon from my sessions.
Feeling scolded, I couldn't speak.
"Ah, aah."
"Feels good, right?"
"N-No, Teacher...!"
Her delicate hand rubbed my cock.
What was happening? Was this a dream?
The intellectual Dr. Yoon doing this...
Teased? Did I lure her?
I'd worried it might sound like harassment, but really?
If so, she'd yell. Not this.
How did it come to this?
"Ugh."
Her pinkish lips parted, revealing a bright red tongue.
*Slurp.*
It licked the clear precum from the tip.
"Aah. Teacher......"
Hot, humid warmth enveloped my cock.
She'd taken it in her mouth.
Sitting in her chair, face buried between my legs.
She looked up with a smile in her eyes.
Dr. Yoon was sucking my cock.
I couldn't believe it, even seeing and feeling it.
"Teacher, Teacher! Aah!"
*Slurp, slurp.*
Only wet sucking sounds filled the consultation room.
My mind reeled in confusion, but my body got honestly aroused.
Fear and anxiety drowned under overwhelming pleasure.
Her mouth numbed my brain.
Her blowjob was intense.
But not my sister's reckless style—this was a skilled technician's work.
"Aah, Teacher, I'm gonna cum! Cumming, Teacher!"
Faster than usual, but unavoidable.
I couldn't hold back against this.
"Mm."
Dr. Yoon looked up and nodded.
Go ahead in her mouth?
"Aah!"
I came as she signaled.
In the mouth of the teacher who'd always counseled me so calmly.
I knew it was ungrateful. But even that taboo fueled my pleasure.
"Aah, ah......!"
I moaned like an idiot, mouth agape.
Hips trembling as I ejaculated.
She sucked like drinking milk through a straw.
Incredibly good.
"Teacher......"
Legs gave out post-orgasm; I slumped into the chair.
She demurely wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.
As if nothing happened.
Wiped clean.
Then stood, knelt before my dazed self.