Punishing the TA Bitch (1)

The expressions on Lee Jaeho and Jeong Sarang's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠faces, after I'd stripped them buck naked and dumped them right there in front of everyone, couldn't have been more different.

Lee Jaeho's face had been ghostly pale ever since the moment his fragile ego got utterly shredded. Jeong Sarang, on the other hand, wore the blissful look of a woman head over heels in love.

"S-Sarang… you… that other bastard… sex…"

Lee Jaeho had always been scrawny and weak growing up, forever the prime target for bullies. Sick of playing the victim, he'd busted his ass working out and learning to fight until he finally got strong. From that point on, no one had ever taken anything from him—not once. He'd sworn to himself that he'd never let it happen again.

And yet… it had happened. Everything—everything—had been stripped away. He didn't stand a chance in any department. Dick size? Technique? Total defeat.

Sure, if it had come down to raw physical force, he might've had a shot at crushing me. But with all those aces up my sleeve, his body just wasn't up to the task.

"……Don't talk bullshit."

"Take care."

Jeong Sarang turned first, her expression one of perfect contentment as she headed toward the building below. Lee Jaeho, already a broken loser, could only stare blankly at her retreating back.

Hah… I stole her right from Jaeho, that pathetic loser…

Before coming to university, he'd been kept on a tight leash by his parents. But the moment he stepped onto campus, it was like a dam burst—he went full delinquent. Dressed like a thug, pulling all the petty high school punk shit he'd missed out on back then. That's when he'd caught my eye, and his days of upward mobility began. For Jeong Sarang, the thrill of that liberation was no joke. She'd loved Jaeho just as much as that freedom.

But that sex… it was on another level.

She wondered why she'd gone so long without it. It was pleasure so intense, she'd regret her entire life up to now. Even if he was a loser, it didn't matter. As long as she had sex—just sex—she could keep living.

"Hah, wonder when I'll see him again."

Time Manipulation proficiency had climbed all the way to 7%. Thanks to that, each activation now lasted 25 minutes—an extra 5 minutes. Popping a virgin had barely nudged it from 1% ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to 5%, so this was a huge gain by comparison. Maybe because I'd tapped into new powers? And pulling off that NTR on top of it. Looking back, I'd tried a ton of fresh stuff this time.

"Hmm, guess that means I gotta push even more new boundaries."

A smug sense of satisfaction welled up as I clenched my fist—then familiar voices drifted into my ear.

"Hey, you hear that rumor?"

"Ah… Han Sujin?"

"Nah, not that one. Lee Jaeho and Jeong Sarang."

"……Those crazies who fucked on campus?"

University's a hotbed for rumors. The whole campus was still buzzing from the straight-haired girl, the blonde, and that thug from before. Yeah, I get why it'd shock people—stripping naked in the lecture hall, cum dripping everywhere; fucking out in the open on campus. Not that I did anything wrong, of course.

"It was a total shock, seriously."

"But dude's dick… it was tiny."

"Right? I heard it wasn't a joke on the technique front either."

Girls' gossip always dances right on the edge. My scandal had everyone hooked, but it didn't fix the core issue. Of course not—while they obsessed over the new drama, seeing me would just drag it all ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back up.

"Hmm…"

In the end, there was only one way to kill a rumor at the root: grab the bitch who started it and make her set things straight. Easier said than done, though. Where the hell was she even hiding?

I had time powers, sure, but they didn't teleport people right to me. And since she'd graduated, she could be working some cushy job somewhere… or maybe even studying abroad.

"Hey, you see the new TA?"

TA, huh… College kids really latch onto every little thing.

"She's supposed to be drop-dead gorgeous."

Yeah, no wonder you'd all notice.

"What's her name again? Han… Sora? Something like that?"

What? Hana ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Sora?

"Yeah, that's it. She graduated recently, and the prof's already head over heels for her."

No fucking way. Hana Sora? For real? We meet again like this?

Not 100% sure yet, but if it was her… this was a gift from the gods. Lecture was about to start, but I didn't give a shit—I bolted from my seat and beelined for the TA office.

I threw open the door.

"Ah, come on in. What can I do for you?"

There she was—the infamous bitch herself, smiling innocently at me like nothing had happened.

"Y-You… Hana Sora… hah…"

Look at that pure, radiant smile. While I'd been drowning in scandal and misery, she'd been living her best life. Can you believe it?

"Who are you, talking to me like we're buddies… Do I know you?"

Even her slight frown was cute as hell.