The Tutor's Dangerous Dinner
"So, shall we have an elegant toast between adults, Teacher? Teacher, do you like wine?"
In the middle of our meal, Nayeon's mother suddenly placed her hand naturally over mine and asked in a soft, melodic tone. I broke into a cold sweat and nodded reluctantly. She smiled knowingly, gently stroked my hair, and then slid her hand down to cup my chin, lifting it to force me to meet her gaze. My face turned bright red the moment I locked eyes with her heavily made-up eyes. Her lips were painted a vibrant, alluring red.
She gave me a sly smile and whispered, almost to herself, "...Hmm, I wonder what kind of wine our teacher prefers? Hehe..."
"Ah... anything... anything is fine..."
Nayeon's mother tilted her head, offered a sweet smile, and replied, "Oh, of course. I'll go get the best one we have in the house right away, Teacher. Hoho."
She stood up and swayed her hips as she walked toward a small room on the other side of the kitchen. The tight, silk dress she wore accentuated her slim waist and contrasted with her wide hips, creating elegant curves with every step. Furthermore, just like last time, she was braless, and the movement of her breasts was incredibly dynamic. The air was thick with the scent of her heavy perfume, and the suggestive lighting on the table cast a glow over the eel and oyster dishes, known for their aphrodisiac properties. I gulped down a dry swallow, dropped my head, and squeezed my eyes shut.
...Ugh... I'm screwed. Anyone can see this is a hundred-percent setup to get eaten alive...
The circumstances that led to this were as follows: I had been resting at home with my younger sister before the weekend, just like last time, when I suddenly received a call from Nayeon's mother. The main point of the call was that she was so grateful her daughter had received an 80 on her last exam that she absolutely had to repay me. Honestly, it wasn't as if Nayeon had earned that score through her own merit, and more importantly, I wanted to decline because I didn't know what might happen if I were left alone with her mother. However, Nayeon's mother had been so insistent, bordering on a semi-threatening demand, that I had no choice but to come to this house again for the weekend.
And when I hesitantly entered the passcode to the front door, a lavish banquet, almost burdensome in its luxury, was waiting for me.
"Teacher! You're here? The food is just finished, so come on over and eat!"
Nayeon's mother had dashed out of the kitchen in a thin, spaghetti-strap dress to greet me with a tight hug. My face was immediately buried in her large, braless breasts.
"...U-uh... what is this...?"
I managed to pull my face away from her soft chest and asked in a panic. Nayeon's mother raised her eyebrows—eyes identical to her daughter's, though she looked more mature with her adult makeup—and asked back, "Oh my, didn't I tell you? I said I was so grateful to our Jihwan-ssaem that I would prepare dinner for you myself, didn't I? Hehe."
It was news to me, but since I was already here, I couldn't refuse. I sat down and looked at the aphrodisiac dishes one by one. As I hesitantly began to pick at the food she had cooked, Nayeon's mother sat right next to me, resting her chin on her hand and watching my face with a satisfied expression. The intensity of her gaze made me feel like I was going to choke.
It was in the middle of that meal that she had asked if I liked wine. I couldn't possibly refuse in that atmosphere, and as soon as I forced a nod, she stood up as if she had been waiting for it and left to get the alcohol. My mind raced with the thought that this was my last chance to escape if I didn't want to be devoured, but I didn't have the courage to act on it. While I was dithering, Nayeon's mother returned with wine poured into a glass.
"Teacher, you've been waiting a long time, haven't you? I'll bring it right over. Hoho."
But her outfit had changed into something even more bizarre, and I couldn't help but stare with my eyes wide and my mouth agape. It hadn't been a normal outfit when I first arrived, but at least that could have been dismissed as something comfortable to wear while alone at home. But what she was wearing now, while technically 'loungewear,' was absolutely not something one would wear while 'alone.'
Even Nayeon's mother seemed a bit embarrassed herself; she blushed slightly, covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and teased me with a chuckle. "Oh my, Teacher, you're staring so hard it makes me shy. It's been a while since I've worn this, not since I was a newlywed, ohoho..."
While she was gone to get the wine, she had changed into a thin, black see-through nightgown. Her red lingerie panties and cute belly button were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. But the bigger problem was that her large, braless breasts, including her protruding nipples, were vividly visible through the see-through material.
When she saw me in shock, my ears turning bright red as I scrambled to look away, she laughed with satisfaction and placed the wine glass, filled halfway, in front of me. Then, she sat right up against my side, smiled elegantly, raised her glass, and whispered.
"So, shall we have an elegant toast between adults, Teacher?"
"U-uh... yes..."
With trembling hands, I clinked my glass weakly against hers. Following some etiquette I'd learned somewhere, I turned my head away, covered the glass with my hand as much as possible, and drank cautiously. In truth, as a shut-in, I had barely ever drunk alcohol even after becoming an adult, so I wasn't even sure if I was doing it right. Drinking alone with a woman was an unprecedented event in my life.
Nayeon's mother looked down at me with eyes full of desire and giggled as if I were cute. "...Hoho, Teacher, you don't have to be so formal when you're drinking with me. It looks a bit awkward, hehe."
"B-but... my parents told me that when drinking with an adult, I should..."
"...An adult...?"
For a brief moment, her expression twisted into a menacing scowl, just like her daughter's when she was angry, before instantly returning to an elegant mask. She watched me trembling in fear, smiled, and then leaned in, pressing her large breasts against me as she whispered in my ear.
"...Let's do this. From now on, when you're alone with me, you can speak informally. Call me 'Noona.' Understand?"
"B-but that's... you're a parent..."
"So what?"
When she rolled her eyes back and cut me off with a cold, low voice, I immediately nodded rapidly.
"...Yes, I understand..."
"No, that's not it. Say, 'Okay, Noona!' Come on, repeat after me."
"...O-okay, Noona...!"
She smiled with satisfaction, then looked straight at me with half-lidded eyes, tilted her head back, and gulped down all the wine in her glass. She slammed the glass onto the table and pointed at my glass, which I had barely touched, saying with wide eyes, "...Teacher, do you know? This wine is really good. Just the amount I poured for you is worth over two hundred thousand won, you know?"
It was essentially a threat to drink it all without leaving a drop. I hesitantly picked up the glass, squeezed my eyes shut, and gulped down the rest of the wine. It was smooth going down, and the sweet, rich flavor that lingered in my mouth was indeed like a very high-end liquor.
...W-well... even if the situation is like this, where else would I get to drink such good alcohol... I should at least say thank you...
Just as I thought that and turned my head toward her to open my mouth, my breathing suddenly became labored, and my heart began to pound like crazy.
W-what is this? Why is the alcohol hitting me so fast...? No, this is definitely not right...
I was frozen in shock, eyes wide, when Nayeon's mother looked at me with a sinister gaze and whispered in a seductive voice.
"...Oh my, it seems you're quite drunk, Teacher. Would you like to lie down and rest? My bedroom bed happens to be empty."
"Haa, haa, haa...! B-but...!"
She pressed even closer and whispered sensually right into my ear.
"...Don't worry, Teacher. You can rest as much as you want. You must have been very tired from teaching the kids. As it happens, I also know a massage that is v-very good for fatigue recovery."
Nayeon's mother narrowed her eyes, giggled, and began to gently stroke my crotch, where my penis was standing tall and ready to burst through my pants.