Immoral Diary of the Tutor with Mother Beyond the Door
To Seongjin, a college student, his thirty-year-old English conversation tutor Minju was far more than just a teacher. Every Tuesday and Thursday evening she came to his studio apartment or the study in his family home, bringing with her the faint scent of apricot perfume, and each time she shaped her fluent English the full curves of her breasts would subtly show through the thin silk of her blouse—more than enough to shake the nights of a virile young man like Seongjin to their core. Minju always treated him with neat, intellectual composure, yet Seongjin’s mind was already stuffed with filthy fantasies of ravaging her hundreds of times over.
That day, too, Seongjin had been lying on his bed for two full hours before Minju’s arrival, the monitor screen filled with full-body photos he had secretly captured from her SNS. On one side of the screen a hardcore porn video played with raw, animalistic moans, and Seongjin stared fixedly at Minju’s refined face while furiously stroking his cock. Every time her clean features overlapped with the naked body of the cheap actress in the video, his shaft swelled until the veins stood out as if it might burst.
“Seongjin, Teacher’s here. Go open the door for her.”
His mother’s voice floated in from the living room just as the front door opened and the familiar click of Minju’s heels approached. Seongjin, right on the brink of climax, jolted in shock and hastily yanked his pants up. He only managed to slap the monitor’s power button with the mouse before scrambling off the bed. The computer tower was still running; the vulgar moans of the porn kept leaking faintly through the headset.
“Oh my, Seongjin. You turned on the air conditioner, so why are you sweating like that? Already making a fuss because you don’t want to memorize English expressions?”
Minju sat in the desk chair just as usual, wearing a tight H-line skirt that showed every line of her thighs and a shirt whose buttons strained across her chest. Every time she moved, her signature apricot scent blanketed the room’s stale sweat and pricked Seongjin’s nose. His still-hard, massive cock tented the front of his pants, yet Minju seemed completely unaware as she opened her tablet PC and textbooks.
Ruin arrived about thirty minutes into the lesson. While Seongjin was having his English composition checked, Minju casually nudged the mouse on the desk, intending to show him overseas news footage. The monitor, which had only gone dark like a sleep mode, flared back to life at the movement and laid bare, under the room’s light, the filthy screen Seongjin had been devouring moments earlier.
Dead center was Minju’s selfie blown up to grotesque size; right beside it a hardcore porn still froze two people tangled together, grinding raw genitals without mercy.
“Wh… Seongjin, what is this…”
Minju’s face went paper-white in an instant, then flushed crimson with the flood of disgust and shame. A crawly, sickening revulsion poured down her whole body; she could not finish the sentence, mouth hanging open as she looked back and forth between the screen and Seongjin’s face. The reality that the grown adult student she had taught so earnestly had been using her as a cheap sexual tool for masturbation made her want to vomit. Seongjin’s heart dropped through the floor. It was a perfect scene of annihilation with no room for excuses.
Yet in that moment panic twisted into a strange madness inside Seongjin’s brain. If he was already caught, if the tutoring would be cut off and his parents informed and his life ruined, then better to seize real control of the woman he had only ever violated in his imagination every night in front of the computer. The impulse roared through his blood.
“Teacher.”
Seongjin rose with a fuck-it-all resolve and blocked Minju’s path. Sensing the ominous shift, she grabbed her bag and tried to stand quickly, but Seongjin snatched her slender wrist hard enough to break bone and flung her roughly onto the bed.
“You—you’re crazy?! Let go of me…! Mmph…!”
When Minju screamed and tried to flee toward the door, Seongjin immediately climbed heavily onto the bed and clamped a rough palm over her mouth. Extreme terror and rejection filled her eyes. She shook her head violently, trying to pry his hand away, while her free hand clawed at his shoulder and cheek in fierce resistance. Seongjin did not so much as blink; with his other hand he tore open the buttons of her neat blouse without mercy. White buttons went flying in every direction with sharp pops, and her lace bra was left exposed, her full breasts heaving raw and flushed above it.
Minju twisted every muscle, thrashing to escape from under him. Every time the damp hands of the student she had thought a proper college boy touched her skin as if staining it, horrible goosebumps rose and she wanted to scream.
“I’ve been jerking off looking at Teacher’s pictures every day. We’re both adults, so today let’s just do it for real.”
Seongjin growled low and yanked her H-line skirt up to her waist in one motion, then ripped her stockings and panties down between her legs as if tearing them. Minju, face a mess of tears, pounded his chest with her fists and kicked her legs in refusal, but her slender body could not overcome the raw strength of a young man who had lost all reason.
Minju’s exposed sex was completely dry and clenched tight from sheer terror and rejection, not a drop of wetness. Even so Seongjin showed not a shred of consideration or delay; he unzipped his pants, took his thick, vein-ridged cock that looked ready to explode, and drove it straight into her in one merciless thrust.
“Mmph…! Uuungh!!”
A strangled scream of flesh being torn forced its way from Minju’s throat past the hand sealing her mouth. The crushing pressure of the huge cock forcing open her unprepared narrow passage and the burning friction sent tears streaming from her eyes. Inside the small room the wet, brutal sounds of flesh slamming into flesh rang out nakedly together with the creaking of the bed mattress. Seongjin gripped her hips and pounded his waist without mercy.
“Mmph… stop… uuungh…!”
Minju desperately shook her head to signal him to stop, clawing his shoulders and back hard enough to break her nails. Stop, please, this is insane—she screamed the words over and over inside. And right beyond the door in the living room, Seongjin’s mother was peeling fruit and watching television. The extreme terror and shame that the door could open any second if she made even a slightly louder sound or the bed rocked too hard tightened around Minju’s throat. The fear that discovery would bury her graduate-school life and social standing completely made her swallow her moans in bitter resentment while biting her lower lip until it bled.
Yet every time Seongjin’s brutal cock smashed deep against the entrance of her womb without pity, the physical shock that slammed through her brain began, against her will, to generate a strange frictional heat. The cells of her body that had been trying to refuse felt as if they were being forcibly awakened by the intense genital stimulation.
As Seongjin’s rough shaft scraped her sensitive inner walls without mercy, her flesh began sending abnormal signals of pleasure completely at odds with the mind that hated it so terribly. Strength slowly left Minju’s legs; from within the loathing, sharp spurts of love juice gushed out and slicked Seongjin’s cock. The reality that her body was accepting and surrendering to a man’s thing first filled her with crushing misery.
“Teacher, you cry and say you hate it, but inside you’re burning hot. Look how you’re squeezing like you want to eat my cock.”
Every time Seongjin’s crude, vulgar mockery dug into her ears, Minju trembled all over with shame and rage. Yet that psychological pressure became the catalyst for explosive sexual ecstasy and completely dominated her entire body. Rational rejection was shredded to pieces; only the supreme stimulation climbing her spine remained. Her secret place now made lewd squelching sounds with every thrust of Seongjin’s cock, stoking her humiliation.
At last Minju’s body, pushed past its limit, arched like a drawn bow and began to convulse violently. Reaching a climax that felt like white lightning striking her mind, she finally abandoned herself completely to the man’s brutal waist-work, gasping and weeping. Seongjin timed it to the moment her inner walls clamped down in mad suction as she came, and exploded every last drop of his hot semen deep into her womb.
Feeling the scalding heat of the white fluid surging and filling her insides, Minju stared at the ceiling with unfocused, vacant eyes. Seongjin caught his rough breath, straightened his pants, and left Minju sobbing on the bed in the afterglow of shame and pleasure, whispering coldly:
“You ruined-pussy bitch, next time you walk into my room for class, come with nothing under your skirt. Don’t be late next Tuesday either, Teacher.”
In the lingering echo of the man’s vulgar abuse, Minju could only stare blankly at the white fluid dripping down her thighs onto the bedsheet and pant for breath.