Chapter 47
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Counseling with Teacher 2
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"Sun-hu. I'm sorry."
"T-Teacher?"
Suddenly, Yoon Seo-ah knelt down in front of me and bowed her head in apology.
Her voice was trembling.
"I don't even know why I did it. I must have lost my mind for a moment."
The teacher was flailing about like she was in a panic.
A psychiatrist losing her mind? It wasn't even a joke worth laughing at.
"I know an apology doesn't cut it. I know as a doctor, that was something I should never have done. But..."
The teacher looked up at me from her knees.
Tears welled up in her eyes behind her glasses. They were shaking with fear.
"I have a family too. A home I want to protect. If word of this gets out, I'll be ruined... my family will be..."
I stared down at her blankly.
What was the teacher saying?
One minute she's grabbing my dick, the next she's sucking it, and now she's on her knees begging.
I had no idea what was going on.
"Please, just forgive me this once? Can't we pretend it never happened?"
"Teacher..."
Slowly, my excitement faded, and my mind began to clear.
I see. So the teacher did the same thing those women did back then.
The exact same thing that happened to me in middle school.
'Crying? Over something like this? You're a guy.'
'Be honest, you enjoyed it anyway, right?'
'Try telling anyone. We'll plaster it all over the internet.'
I still remembered that incident clear as day.
Acts between men and women are sacred and beautiful.
But one-sided actions without mutual consent inflict deep wounds on the other person.
And in this society, that crime carries especially heavy consequences.
The difference from back then was that the teacher had a lot to lose.
And as an adult, she couldn't escape the judgment of law and morality.
But what about me now?
Was I hurt like before?
No. All that remained was a pleasant emptiness.
It was sage mode.
Did I want to punish her that badly? Was I that angry?
Not really. I was surprised, sure, but if anything, it felt good.
I'd even be grateful—getting mad was out of the question.
But...
'Sun-hu, if anything like this happens again, you have to tell Mom right away. Don't keep it bottled up. Got it?'
Mom's promise from back then still rang in my ears.
"...Teacher. I promised that if anything like this happened again, I'd tell Mom."
At my words, Yoon Seo-ah's face drained of color.
"You can't do that!!"
Of course she knew about what happened in middle school.
That's why I started coming to this hospital in the first place.
Mom went without saying, but Yoon Seo-ah was a celebrity too—her face was known nationwide from TV appearances.
If word got out that a teacher like her had assaulted a patient she'd been counseling for sexual abuse trauma...
Mom would never forgive her, that's for sure.
Even setting aside whether Mom would make a huge fuss, the teacher couldn't possibly walk away unscathed.
Her medical license revoked, divorce, maybe even prison time.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say her entire life would be destroyed.
"Sun-hu, please look the other way for me. Come on? I'll beg like this. I'll do whatever you say. So just forgive me this once?"
"Teacher..."
"Yeah? Tell me, Sun-hu. What do you want me to do? How can I make you forgive me?"
The teacher was desperate.
She crawled across the floor on her knees and clung to my pant leg.
I looked down at her impassively.
From this angle, I could glimpse the cleavage inside her doctor's coat.
Her skirt had ridden up, revealing her thighs.
If she regretted it, she shouldn't have done it in the first place.
I had no idea what possessed her to do that. Was she demon-possessed or something?
"Teacher, I can't pretend something that happened didn't happen."
Tears streamed from the teacher's eyes at my words.
"Sun-hu, is it really impossible? Even with me begging like this?"
Despair shadowed her pitiful face.
Seeing the teacher—who'd always been so kind to me—like this tugged at my heart just a little.
I decided to extend a hand of salvation.
"I can't make it not have happened, but I can change the order."
"...What do you mean?"
A glimmer of hope returned to Yoon Seo-ah's face as she caught my meaning.
"You heard my problem, right, Teacher? I want to get better at sex. Help me out. Teach me about sex."
"..."
"If you agree, then we're sex partners. What you did wouldn't be 'assault' anymore—it'd be an 'act of affection.' Sure, you jumped the gun on the order, but compared to a sex crime, that's nothing. What do you think? Good idea, right?"
My tongue was moving so smoothly.
My brain felt like it was working better than ever in my life.
Why was that?
Maybe I was just naturally suited for bad deeds.
"I have work, and... family... It'd be hard to make time that often."
The teacher neither refused nor accepted my proposal outright.
She thrashed like a cat fallen into a pond, desperate to escape.
But thrashing alone wouldn't get her out.
"We don't need to meet separately. We can do it during my appointments."
"What...?"
My psych sessions were every two weeks, ninety minutes each.
We could do sex and counseling at the same time.
No extra time needed for either of us.
"Paying for appointments to have sex. Sounds kinda like prostitution when I say it out loud."
"Prostitution..."
The teacher looked shocked by my wording.
Yoon Seo-ah, the elite female doctor, had probably lived a life far removed from that path.
"So, you in or not? You know this is me going easy on you."
Yoon Seo-ah hesitated, lips parting and closing as she struggled for an answer.
The answer was obvious; she just had to say it.
After a long pause, she finally spoke with difficulty.
"...Okay. I'll do it. But this is to protect my family too. Avoid anything risky that could tip off my husband, like texts or calls."
"Of course I'd be careful about that."
If this got out, I wouldn't get off scot-free either.
"Then, Teacher, looking forward to working with you starting today."
I smiled and offered my hand.
Yoon Seo-ah, still on her knees, took it with an anxious expression.
I pulled her up—her hand was ice-cold—and stood her on her feet.
"Ah."
A little harder than necessary on purpose.
The momentum made her fall into my arms.
Her perfume grew thicker.
Holding Yoon Seo-ah like this, she felt smaller than I expected.
Maybe because I'd known her since I was young, I'd always seen her as more adult-like.
But embracing her now, it hit me anew: she was a woman, just like any other.
Anticipation for what was to come made my dick stand at attention.
It poked against her stomach as she clung to me.
"So, Teacher, shall we start right now?"
Yoon Seo-ah's sex lessons.
"...Right now?"
"Of course. We've got plenty of time left."
Sessions were booked in two-hour slots.
Ninety minutes with the patient, then thirty for rest, probably.
That meant the next hour—thirty minutes of session time and thirty of break—was all mine.
The teacher's time. And her body too.
"You've changed, Teacher."
She felt like a different person from the Yoon Seo-ah I knew.
Normally, she wore a gentle smile and spoke in soft, kind tones.
Makes sense for a doctor-patient relationship.
"You're one to talk. Were you wearing a mask all this time?"
But now she came off a bit cold, even snappish.
Without the smile, her features looked much sharper.
A cool urban female doctor.
"I've been wondering the same about myself. Is it the arousal?"
What was it? I knew something was off with me.
If even the teacher thought so, it must be true.
Felt like I'd taken some weird drug.
Never done drugs, so I couldn't say for sure, but this might be it?
That incident that stressed me out so bad I collapsed? Thinking back now after waking up, it didn't faze me.
Did I really take that big a shock when I passed out?
Or was what happened with Noona right after even more shocking?
Come to think of it, things started feeling weird around the time with Noona.
I never could've imagined rebelling against her like that before.
I still didn't know how I'd done it.
Guess I'm a nutcase after all.
No one could understand my mental world, not even me.
I stopped thinking and decided to enjoy the woman's body in front of me.
"Teacher..."
I slid one hand down and gripped her ass firmly.
A slim body with plump cheeks.
Fun to knead.
Under her coat, her body jolted in surprise.
The teacher's face was flushed.
Angry, maybe? Or holding back shame?
A side of Yoon Seo-ah I'd never seen.
"Have you ever had sex with a guy who's not your husband, Teacher?"
"...You don't ask a woman that."
That was her first lesson.
"I wouldn't ask someone I'm seriously dating. But you're different, right? We're that kind of relationship now."
I whispered in her ear while fondling her body.
"I want to know where women cheat. Teach me."
"...A few times before marriage. Twice after."
"Who were the guys after marriage? Patients like me?"
"First was a class reunion, second was someone from broadcasting. Never with patients."
"So I'm your first patient?"
"You, Sun-hu..."
She had nothing to say about this situation.
"Anyway, I'm your first among patients."
Satisfied with the answer, I let her out of my arms.
Then I took off my top.
Now I was completely naked.
The teacher pretended not to, but kept stealing glances at my body.
Even she was interested in men's bodies.
Well, duh—she grabbed and sucked my dick during a session.
She'd hidden it well till now.
"You gonna keep your clothes on, Teacher? I'm fine either way, but they'll get wrinkled."
At my words, Yoon Seo-ah hesitated before slipping off her doctor's coat and draping it over a chair.
Underneath was everyday clothes.
A knee-length skirt and modest blouse.
Proper attire you wouldn't imagine on a perverted doctor who suddenly starts sucking a patient's dick.
Now for Yoon Seo-ah's striptease.
She began unbuttoning her blouse one by one.
A rare sight. Too good to just watch.
"Hold on. What are you doing?"
She got mad when she saw me holding up my phone.
Naturally—the phone's voice announced video recording.
"What else? Recording a video."
I answered shamelessly, camera still on her.
On the screen, Yoon Seo-ah clutched her loosening collar.
"Don't record. And delete what you have."
"No face. I'll mute the audio. You know I don't have friends. Won't show anyone—just for me."
"...Still no videos."
She said no, but couldn't push hard in her position.
I was the absolute top dog now; she was the bottom.
I could never do this with Noona or family.
Leak a careless video, and everything's over.
"I'm recording, Teacher?"
But Yoon Seo-ah was different.
She wasn't someone I had to protect.
I was grateful, sure, but that was that—this was this.
Right now, she wasn't Doctor Yoon Seo-ah; she was my sex partner Yoon Seo-ah.
As she reluctantly undressed, ignoring my words...
I captured it all on video without missing a thing.