If You Show Me Your Dick, I'll Call You Teacher
Chapter 1: If You Show Me Your Dick, I'll Call You Teacher
* All characters appearing in this story are adults.
* The setting of this story is an alternate world, and the school only admits individuals who are adults or older.
As the blindfold covering my eyes was removed, a girl in a school uniform with listless eyes drifted her soft brown hair over my face right in front of my nose, whispering gently.
"...Now then, we're going to stay like this until you cum ten times. You can do it, right? Then, let's begin~"
I was lying flat on my back, using the girl with the listless eyes' lap as a pillow. The sensual scent clinging to her school uniform skirt, the pleasant shampoo fragrance of her hair, and a raw, fishy smell from beneath her large breasts tickled my nose. I gasped for air and tried to say something, but the panties this girl had been wearing just moments ago were stuffed inside my mouth, causing nothing but muffled, choking sounds to leak from my throat.
Without stopping, the girl with the listless eyes slipped her hand under my shirt, grabbing my erect nipples and aggressively rubbing them up and down, pinching them as if jerking me off.
"Hmphggh...! Uggh, ugh...!"
I twisted my body to resist, but it was no use. Two other girls were weighing down on me from above so that I couldn't move a single finger. Just then, sensing a strange sensation down below, I snapped my head up in surprise. A girl with a delinquent gaze was tightly gripping the glans of my erect dick with both hands, rapidly pumping it up and down.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch....
"Ugghph.... Kghph...."
"Ah, fuck, your dick is so damn slippery... giggles..."
The girl with the delinquent gaze smirked, relentlessly rubbing my dick, which was now drenched in pre-cum, up and down. When her bangs fell out of place, she briefly glanced upward, meticulously adjusting her hair strand by strand with her hand. Then, smiling brightly again, she grabbed my glans and diligently jerked me off.
"Haaah.... Haaaah....."
Right then, the chime of a smartphone recording a video rang out from my right. My eyes widened in panic, and I hurriedly turned my head toward the sound. Sitting on her knees over there was a cute girl with straight blonde hair wearing a mask, capturing the entire spectacle on her phone. The straight-blonde-haired girl also chuckled, raising her fist in the air as if to cheer me on, and muttered:
"...You can do it, Oppa! Last time, we had to stop at the fifth round because your parents showed up, but that won't happen today, so go all the way to ten. I'll record every single bit of it!"
"Mmph, mmphph...!"
I shook my head pitifully from side to side, but the straight-blonde-haired girl didn't care in the slightest. Instead, as if aroused by my pathetic gaze, she slipped one hand into her skirt and began gently stroking herself over her panties.
Before long, the salty taste of the girl's panties stuffed in my mouth, the scent of female pheromones unique to full-blooded girls filling the room, the sensation of long hair tickling my cheeks, and the sheer humiliation of being filmed all combined. On top of that, with my sensitive glans and nipples being relentlessly stimulated, an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate finally surged up from my lower body.
With my legs stretched straight out and my thigh muscles bulging, I forcefully sprayed semen into the air.
"Hggh...! Ugh.... Uuuugh...!"
An overwhelming wave of pleasure completely swept through my mind. The afterglow lingered tinglingly at the tip of my dick for nearly dozens of seconds without fading.
"...Ah, fuck...."
The girl with the delinquent gaze muttered in a chilling tone. The thick semen had splattered all over the bangs she had been managing so preciously.
"....You're dead."
Saying so, the girl with the delinquent gaze grabbed my hyper-sensitive glans right after ejaculation and began rubbing it up and down at an almost violent speed.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp....
"Uuuuph! Umph! Uuph!"
"....Hehe, nine more times to go, Teacher~"
The rest of the girls giggled like little demons, thoroughly enjoying the sight of me writhing in agony. Soon, as I ejaculated for the second and third time in a row, my brain became increasingly muddled and drenched in pure pleasure.
'How on earth did things turn out like this...'
With my consciousness fading, I opened my unfocused eyes and fell into a daze, reflecting on the very first day all this misfortune began.
Taking a deep breath, I pressed the doorbell next to the front door.
Ding-dong— Ding-dong—
It was a mundane apartment front door that could be seen anywhere in Seoul. This was the house where the student I was going to tutor lived. To be precise, it was student's'. I had taken on the role of a teacher for a group tutoring session consisting of three female students. For the record, the age of the three female students, as well as my younger sister, is adult.
"Yes— I'm coming."
From inside, the vibrant, chatty voice typical of a young middle-aged woman echoed out. I kept breathing deeply until the door opened, trying desperately to calm my racing heart.
...Whew.....
No matter how much I breathed, I couldn't help my stiff, tense expression and the sweat pouring down my back. I had to frown in pain, letting out deep sighs while suppressing a fierce urge to turn around and run away right this instant.
For a brief moment, I stared intently at my reflection in the elevator doors. My height was 162 cm, and my weight was 41 kg. A small, frail frame resembling a woman's. Reflecting an extremely timid and introverted personality, my long, unkempt bangs covered my eyes, and my back was slouched. My only saving grace was my massive dick, which reached 23 cm when erect, but naturally, I had never once put that advantage to use in front of the opposite sex. This was because I suffered from a phobia of women, causing me to become severely intimidated whenever I stood before them.
Naturally, you might wonder how someone like me suddenly ended up taking a position to teach girls who were several years younger, and three of them at that. There was an unavoidable reason behind it. About a year ago, my father's business fell on very hard times, leaving me to shoulder my own college tuition, living expenses, and even my younger sister's tuition.
Desperately in need of money, I took a leave of absence from university and submitted resumes to various part-time jobs to earn a living, but I was rejected at every single interview on the grounds that "the guy lacks social confidence." Yet, it was impossible for me to take on manual labor like Coupang loading/unloading or construction site work that accepts just anyone. With my fragile constitution, the hospital bills would clearly end up costing more than I earned.
Driven to a corner, I hurriedly posted a tutoring advertisement online, and as a result, I received a request to tutor three students attending a nearby all-girls school. According to the parent's explanation, the three were students whose 'academic achievement was somewhat lacking.' They had tried sending them to private academies a few times before, but the girls habitually skipped classes and stubbornly refused to do their homework, so the parent had eventually given up. Thus, the final alternative they sought was a private tutor who could intensively manage and supervise them.
Honestly, I had zero confidence, but because I was so desperately broke, I ultimately had no choice but to accept. Of course, standing in front of the door right now, anxiously waiting for it to open, I was already bitterly regretting that hasty choice.
...Management, supervision, or whatever else wasn't the issue. The biggest problem was the fact that the subjects I had to teach were full-blooded girls much younger than me. Due to past trauma from being sexually harassed almost daily by delinquent girls back in the day, I was particularly weak against girls younger than myself. I couldn't even look them properly in the eye, like a mouse sitting at the very bottom of the food chain. To make matters worse, there were three of them instead of one, which practically drove my mind to the brink of losing it. I couldn't fathom what kind of confidence possessed me to take on this tutoring job in the first place.
'....Let's just endure it for the money, just the money...'
While I was harboring such thoughts close to resignation with a bitter look on my face, the front door in front of me suddenly swung wide open, and a woman dressed in a tight-fitting 'mizugi/molf' (mili-look) outfit stepped out.
"Welcome! Oh my, you've been waiting long, haven't you? I'm so sorry. The thing is, my child just got back from school and hasn't even changed out of her uniform yet. It took a bit long because I was telling her to change..."
"Ah, y-yes."
I replied hesitantly and stepped inside. A faint, shampoo-like fragrance wafted through the house. Nayeon's Mother covered her mouth with her hand and said with a bright smile:
"...My goodness, but our teacher is re~ally so cutely handsome. You look just like a living doll, a doll. You've heard that a lot before, right?"
"...Y-yes..."
I forced the corners of my mouth up and smiled awkwardly. Of course, I knew full well that calling a man cute and doll-like wasn't a compliment. My expression stiffened into a hard mask the moment Nayeon's Mother turned her head away.
Nayeon's Mother continued to chatter after that.
"...Ah, but as it happens, only my daughter is here today. The other two are my daughter's friends, but, um.... what do kids these days call it—free spirits? Hoho. They'll probably come starting next time!"
From this moment on, a rather ominous premonition about the kids I was going to tutor began to creep up on me. A strong intuition kicked in, telling me they wouldn't be simple students whose 'academic achievement is somewhat low.'
Before long, Nayeon's Mother stood in front of her daughter's room, knocked on the door, and spoke.
"Nayeon, are you done changing?"
"...."
However, even after waiting a long while, no answer came from inside. Shrugging her shoulders as if she were used to it, Nayeon's Mother let out a sigh and whispered to me:
"...Sigh, she didn't originally use to be that kind of child, but after separating from her dad a few years ago, I think she went a bit astray, which breaks my heart.... I'm a divorcée, hoho."
I didn't know how to react to a mother revealing her divorce upon our very first meeting, so I just nervously rolled my eyes. Nayeon's Mother shook her head sideways and flung the door wide open.
I swallowed hard right before the room door opened in front of my eyes. I had never been anywhere near a girl's room in my entire life, let alone the room of a girl in the prime of her youth. My heart was already thumping so hard it felt like it would burst.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm myself down.
...Right, she's a girl nearly ten years younger than me, there's absolutely nothing to be afraid of. No matter how I look at it, I'm an adult and the teacher...
With that thought, I slowly opened my eyes again. Then, the room of a girl unfolded before me for the first time in my life.
'...I-It's damn filthy...'
Nayeon's room was an absolute mess, with various pieces of clothing, discarded stockings, crumpled tissues, and cosmetics rolling around haphazardly on the floor. Wearing her school uniform, Nayeon was sprawled out on the bed. Unconcerned with whether her panties were visible to me or not, she kept her knees raised and calmly played on her phone.
"...Oh dear, I can't live like this, seriously. Mom told you to change your clothes when you got home from school! And what is the state of this room when your teacher is watching, honestly..."
While Nayeon remained completely silent and continued using her phone while lying down, Nayeon's Mother hurriedly picked up and organized the trash and clothes strewn across the floor. In the middle of it, she noticed an opened pack of sanitary pads sitting right on top of the drawer. Startled, her face turned red as she shouted:
"Hey! How can you leave something like this out when a guest is coming! Sigh, I really can't live..."
With that, she quickly pushed the sanitary pads into the drawer where underwear was stored, and then set up a small table on the floor. She then let out a deep sigh, looking incredibly apologetic.
"...Sigh, I'll make sure she cleans up properly next time. For today, please just do it here..."
"Y-yes. It's fine..."
I replied with an awkward expression. Afterward, Nayeon's Mother practically dragged Nayeon over, forcing her to sit at the table, and said to me:
"...Well then, I have a dinner appointment, so I'll be taking my leave first! Just contact me later when the tutoring session is over, Teacher!"
"Ah, y-yes..."
After replying awkwardly, I slowly turned my head to look at Nayeon once Nayeon's Mother waved goodbye and left. That was the first time I got a detailed look at Nayeon. Nayeon was leaning indifferently over the desk, not giving me a single glance as she continued to look only at her phone.
However, the more I looked closely at Nayeon, the more certain I became that my intuition had been right.
'T-This bitch... she's definitely a current delinquent...'
A tight shirt that made it hard to breathe just by looking at it. A skirt shortened so much that her panties were on the verge of showing even when she was just sitting still. Slender limbs and a slender waist. And above all, a tiny face with a delinquent gaze—the typical appearance of an alpha bully that would make anyone who had experienced being a bread-shuttle automatically piss themselves just by making eye contact.
Just then, when Nayeon glanced up and locked eyes with me, I hurriedly spoke up, terrified she might realize I had been staring intently at her.
"Uh... H-hello? I'm Lee Jihwan, the one taking over as your tutor starting today. Nice to meet you...."
In my haste to speak, my voice cracked due to nervousness, causing Nayeon to suddenly burst into a chuckle.
"Pfft.... giggles...."
My face flushed as red as a carrot out of embarrassment, and I stammered over my words.
"You... you said your name was Nayeon, right...? By any chance, where are the other friends..."
"Hey."
When Nayeon suddenly called out in a low, flirtatious tone that triggered my PTSD, my body flinched. Cold sweat was already pouring down my forehead like rain.
"H-Hey is a bit... you should call me Teacher..."
Nayeon stared intently at me with an unreadable expression, then suddenly leaned her upper body deep toward my side. Her collarbones and cleavage were fully visible through her unbuttoned shirt.
While I remained frozen stiff like ice, Nayeon slowly reached out her hand and brushed aside the messy bangs that were covering my eyes. Looking straight into my eyes from right in front of my nose, Nayeon muttered softly:
"...You're fucking cute, giggles..."
"....U-ugh...."
Belatedly snapping back to my senses, I quickly brushed my bangs back down with my hand to cover my eyes. At that, Nayeon giggled and returned to her original position, leaning over the table just like before.
Only this time, Nayeon didn't look at her phone. Instead, she smirked as she slowly scanned me up and down like a spectacle. Then, she suddenly stood up from her seat and sat down right next to me, pressing herself uncomfortably close against my side.
For the life of me, I couldn't even fathom what she was thinking. With my face flushing bright red all the way to my ears, I cleared my throat with a cough and tried to resume speaking.
"T-Then, to check your current level today, let's first do a light test..."
"Hey."
When Nayeon called out in a slightly more excited voice than before, my body flinched, and I murmured back a small response.
"L-Like I said, call me Teacher..."
"I don't want to."
When Nayeon replied flatly, I could only shut my mouth while sweating profusely. Nayeon grinned as she looked at me, trapped in a state of panic. Soon, she leaned in close, drifting her hair over me as she whispered into my ear:
"....Do you really want to be called Teacher that badly?"
The pleasant scent of shampoo and the smell of a young girl rushed heavily into my nose. When I swallowed hard and nodded my head, Nayeon naturally draped one arm over my shoulder and continued to whisper:
"...Then show me your dick."
"...W-what did you say...?"
When I asked back in utter bewilderment, doubting my own ears, Nayeon spoke once more in a voice that sounded like she was holding back laughter.
"If you show me your dick, I'll call you Teacher. How about it?"
Nayeon then giggled, looking absolutely thrilled. My mouth hung open, and my hands trembled violently as I stared blankly at Nayeon. My mind turned entirely blank, and no words came to me. Only after a long while could I muster up all my mental energy to barely squeeze out a short answer.
"....T-That's a bit much...."
"You don't want to?"
When Nayeon asked back with wide eyes, I swallowed hard and nodded. At that, Nayeon's expression instantly turned cold, and she abruptly turned around, muttering sharply:
"Then don't. I'm going to tell Mom that you aren't doing the lesson properly."
With that, she turned on her phone screen and began tapping away at the keypad as if she were really going to contact her mother right then. Startled, my eyes widened, and I hurriedly reached my hand out to stop her.
'N-No..! This is a job I barely managed to get, I can't get fired on the very first day...!'
"W-Wait a minute...!"
With a pale complexion, I grabbed Nayeon's phone and cried out. Nayeon snapped back with a cold glare.
"Let go of this. Should I report you to the police?"
"I-I'll show you..! I'll show you, so..."
When I finally muttered quickly with a crying face, Nayeon's expression instantly shifted back, and she smirked just like before as she looked at me. Nayeon put her phone down, turned her body completely toward me, and spoke.
"...Okay! Then show me."
"U-Ugh..."
Though the words had left my mouth, I couldn't summon the courage to execute it, so I hesitated for a good while. Eventually, I reluctantly began to pull down my pants with trembling hands.
'...D-Damn it... I want to die....'
Nayeon watched with a gleeful, beaming smile as I pulled down my lower garments with a humiliated expression.
And finally, when I pulled down even my underwear completely, a 23 cm fully erect dick—which I had never shown to anyone else before—was presented right in front of Nayeon's face.
"....Huh......?"
The face of Nayeon, who had been grinning like a little rascal, gradually shifted into a bewildered expression as she realized something was deeply amiss. With her eyes wide and her face flushing red, she swallowed hard as she stared at the thick veins pulsing fiercely along the dick.
Before long, however, her expression slowly transformed into a covetous look, as if she had just discovered a toy that was perfectly to her liking. Keeping one arm draped over my shoulder, Nayeon smiled slyly and whispered softly into my ear, as I sat unable to raise my head out of sheer disgrace:
"...Hey, can I touch your dick?"