The Price of Silence
“I know you were looking at my jjamji instead of Nayeon’s when you finished, you know?”
“Ugh... ngh... kgh....”
Thick, viscous semen erupted from the tip of my glans like a water gun, splattering across Nayeon’s cheek before she could even dodge.
“.......Ugh, damn it....”
Nayeon’s face flushed a deep crimson. She stared at me with a look of pure disgust as I continued to ejaculate, my body twitching in rhythmic spasms. She watched in silence as my cock, held firmly in her grip, pulsed and swelled as if it were breathing. Then, she began to pump my shaft with her hand, pulling it up and down with practiced strokes until every last drop of semen was milked out.
“Hngh, ngh, nghhh..... haa....”
By the time the flow finally stopped, Nayeon’s hand was completely coated in semen, looking as slick and messy as if she’d plunged it into a jar of honey. She squinted, biting her lip, and stared blankly at her own semen-drenched hand.
“.....Haa, haa, haa..... huff....!”
I realized too late that the first, most powerful burst had hit Nayeon’s cheek, and I flinched in terror. I was certain that, being the ruthless delinquent she was, she would tear me apart for it. But while she glared at me with a look of contempt, she simply turned away in silence, pulled out a few tissues, and wiped her cheek without saying another word. I was so terrified of her unpredictable mood that I just watched her, trembling.
‘Sh-she’s not going to suddenly explode, is she...?’
Nayeon then glanced up and down at Seunghee, who was giggling to herself, with a look of annoyance, and muttered coldly, “...I’m going to wash my hands.”
“....O-okay....”
Once Nayeon slammed the door shut, silence filled the room. As I hung my head and fumbled to put my pants back on, Seunghee suddenly leaned in, a lewd, mischievous smile on her face. She cupped her hand to her mouth and whispered to me.
“....I know you were looking at my jjamji instead of Nayeon’s when you finished earlier, you know? Hehe....”
“K-kgh....”
I felt even more humiliated. I kept my eyes cast downward, biting my lip until my face turned bright red.
When Nayeon returned from the bathroom, she leaned against my body with that same fierce expression, stretched her legs out, and stared at her phone in silence. She must have sprayed some of her mother’s perfume in the bathroom, because a pleasant scent wafted off her. I didn’t know how to break the tension, so I stammered for a while.
“....U-um, shall we start the lesson again...”
The lesson resumed, but naturally, the students’ attitudes were a disaster. Nayeon just leaned against my back and focused entirely on her phone, not hearing a word of my lecture. Seunghee looked like she was listening diligently, but in reality, she kept her eyes fixed on my face with a sinister, predatory gaze.
When the lesson finally ended, I returned home, my body and mind completely drained. When I arrived, my younger sister was lying on my bed, scrolling through her phone. She looked up and greeted me with a bright, welcoming smile.
“Oppa, you worked hard! Should we take a bath together?”
“Just do it yourself today, Hyun-seo... I’m so exhausted I need to sleep right away...”
“What...?”
My sister’s eyes flashed with a chilling light for a split second before softening again. She smiled sweetly and said, “Okay, get some good rest, Oppa! Should I make you some tea?”
“No, I’m fine...”
As I collapsed onto the bed and fell into a death-like sleep, my sister watched me with a blank expression for a moment. Then, she smiled, turned off the lights, and carefully closed the door behind her.
When I woke up the next morning, my entire body felt heavy and sore, as if I had come down with a fever. Forced milking three days in a row was too much for someone as frail as me. I sat in my pajamas, clutching my throbbing forehead, lost in deep contemplation.
‘...If my body is this wrecked, there’s no point in choosing this tutoring job. I’d be better off working a manual labor gig... Something is seriously wrong here....’
‘...Come to think of it, this was never a job for me anyway... A pathetic guy like me being a teacher? It’s a joke. Yeah, I’ll tell them I’m quitting today... That’s the right thing to do....’
As I sat there with my shoulders slumped in defeat, Nayeon’s mother called me, just like every other morning.
“...Teacher~ You know what happened at school with our girl yesterday... And my department manager was asking me out for drinks last night... Oh-ho-ho-ho.”
“Ahaha... I-I see....”
It seemed that chatting with me on her way to work had become a daily routine for Nayeon’s mother. I tried to find a moment to mention quitting, but it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. She talked incessantly about her own life, leaving me no opening to interject. After nearly an hour of chatter, she finally arrived at her office and tried to say goodbye, sounding disappointed.
Just as I was sighing in relief that the long call was finally over, she spoke up urgently.
“Oh, right. I almost forgot. It’s nothing much, but could you give me your account number, Teacher Jihwan? I was going to deposit this month’s tutoring fee, and I realized I didn’t even have your account number! Ho-ho...”
“...Ah... y-yes, okay....”
I couldn’t bring myself to say I was quitting in that flow, so I just mumbled a weak response. After I hung up, I sat on my bed, feeling gloomy. A moment later, a notification popped up on my phone: the tutoring fee had been deposited into the account I’d provided.
I checked the balance on my banking app and my eyes widened in shock. The amount deposited was far higher than I had expected.
I panicked, not knowing what to do, but after calming down, I sent a text to Nayeon’s mother.
A reply came back from Nayeon’s mother, accompanied by a cute emoticon that didn’t quite fit her age.
I was dumbfounded, my eyes wide as I swallowed hard. ‘...D-do people usually give nearly double the amount as a bonus...? Something feels off....’
It didn’t look like a simple bonus; it felt like money with ulterior motives, and I felt uneasy accepting it. But as someone who was desperate for cash, I couldn’t easily refuse. In the end, after much deliberation, I sent a polite thank-you text, sighed, got up from the bed, and opened the door.
When I stepped into the living room, my sister was getting ready for school, standing in her underwear and frantically straightening her wet hair with a curling iron in front of the mirror. She seemed a bit annoyed that the iron wasn’t working well today, but as soon as she caught my eye, she broke into a bright, cheerful smile.
“Oppa! Did you sleep well? How are you feeling?”
“Yeah, I’m fine now, thanks...”
I wasn’t actually fine, but I brushed it off. I watched her struggle with the curling iron for a moment, then leaned against the sofa with a slow smile.
“...Hyun-seo, was the curling iron you said you wanted the other day the one from Dyson?”
She immediately dropped the iron onto her lap, her eyes widening as she whipped her head around to look at me. Her gaze was so bright, she looked like a puppy staring at a delicious treat. But soon, she lowered her head, looking dejected, and muttered, “Yeah, it is, but it’s fine... how could we afford that...”
I gently stroked her hair and said kindly, “...If you promise to study hard from now on, I’ll buy it for you.”
She raised her eyebrows, stared at me intently, and then muttered, sounding suspicious, “How does Oppa know about that...? That thing is super expensive....”
“Y-yeah, I’ve been working hard lately and made some money.... So I can afford to buy you a gift like that.”
“R-really...?”
The suspicion gradually faded from her face, replaced by overwhelming emotion. She threw her arms around me, her body still slick and damp from her shower, and giggled happily. I looked down at her with a satisfied smile and thought to myself.
‘...Yeah, seeing Hyun-seo this happy, I should just endure it and keep working hard... Even if I quit this job, there’s no guarantee the next one will be any easier....’
I steeled my resolve, telling myself to hold on just a little longer.
“Teacher~ You seem suspicious~ Why do you get so nervous whenever Nayeon is around? Do you like Nayeon? Huh?”
“Wow.... Oppa, you saw my photos and even my jjamji the other day, but you only like Nayeon? I’m so disappointed....”
“W-what are you talking about, it’s, it’s not like that...”
I was flustered, my face turning bright red as I broke into a cold sweat and waved my hands in denial. Of course, there was no way these demons would stop just because I said so. Instead, Ye-eun and Seunghee giggled, sandwiching me between them as if they were having the time of their lives watching my reaction.
‘D-damn it... I can barely handle one of them, but with both of them here, I’m done for.... Of all the days to decide to try my best, why did it have to be today....’
Today, when I arrived at Nayeon’s house, Nayeon wasn’t there; only Seunghee and Ye-eun were waiting for me. As soon as I entered the room, they grabbed my wrists, forced me to sit on the bed, and stuck to me like glue on both sides, trapping me so I couldn’t move. Then they started their bizarre accusations that I was in love with Nayeon.
No matter how much I denied it, they wouldn’t believe me. They insisted that if it wasn’t true, I had to prove it.
“P-prove it...? How am I supposed to prove...”
“Just prove to us that you don’t like Nayeon.”
“H-how....”
“Hmm~ Yeah, this should work.”
Suddenly, Ye-eun pulled open the bottom drawer where Nayeon kept her clothes, pulled out a pair of panties, and walked toward me with a sinister, devious smile.