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February, Seongbuk-dong, Seoul.

After getting off the subway, Seopwoo passed the street at the entrance to Seongbuk-dong and walked uphill.

After reaching the halfway point, the scenery continued with large houses lined up one by one with walls like castle walls.

It was a place that felt distinctly foreign to Seopwoo, who had never been here before.

How long did you walk?

The gray-white brick wall surrounding a large house that could be called a mansion and the dark brown tiles on top of it caught my eye.

‘There it is.’

He walked along the wall, approached the gate, and checked the address written on the side.

It matched what I heard.

It was a day with cold air.

He was out of breath after climbing up the hill and stairs, took a moment to catch his breath, and then rang the doorbell next to the gate.

Ding dong-

The sound of an old-fashioned doorbell that I heard as a child.

Long walls, a gate that feels heavy.

It was a house where you could feel the will to maintain traces of the past for a long time.

For a few seconds without any sound, Seopwoo waited, watching his breath.

“Yes~ Who are you?”

The voice of a middle school girl.

Although he was still young, he had a unique tone that contained power.

Seopwoo suddenly came to his senses and cleared his throat.

“Jin, this is Jin Seop-woo.”

Stuttering when embarrassed was a habit that could not be broken no matter how hard he tried.

“Song Ga-eun… I have been asked to provide guidance to a student.”

I thought I could hear a noise coming from the doorbell speaker, and then I heard the sound of the door latch being separated.

It rattled.

“Please come in.”

Seopwoo pushed the door open and entered the mansion.

As I crossed the stone path in the front yard and approached the front door of the house, a woman in her 50s opened the door and led me inside.

“The representative will come out. Please wait a moment.”

Seopwoo changed his shoes into slippers and took a quick look around the house while waiting.

The chandelier hanging from the high ceiling made the space he was currently looking at look more like a hall than a living room.

Since it was not polite to look at other people’s houses too openly, Seopwoo only moved his eyes.

Meanwhile, a slender woman who seemed to be about the same height as Seopwoo appeared.

When Seop-woo saw CEO Kang Yu-jin entering the living room, he unconsciously stopped breathing for a moment.

Perfect proportion.

Perfect body.

Perfect beauty.

small face,

round shoulders,

Breasts that have volume but do not look heavy,

slim waist,

Wide pelvis starting from a high position,

Sexy legs stretched out coolly, drawing sexy lines.

Her hair tied back elegantly, her clothes in modest colors, and her elegant movements as she gracefully stepped out in her slippers gave us a vague idea of her age and culture, which seemed to be more than she seemed on the outside.

However, the beautiful face with glossy skin, distinct features, and beautiful and sexy body only looked like she was in her thirties at most, or even in her early thirties at most.

She was a woman with an attractive and mysterious aura that seemed to imbue culture and dignity into a primordial body that aroused maniacal sexual desire.

The navy blue dress worn under a flowing white blouse did not hide Eugene’s sexy body at all.

Even with her stockings on, more than half of her thighs were exposed.

Seop-woo, who went to an all-boys middle school, an all-boys high school, and the military, and now attends an all-boys department with almost no women, got hot in the face because of the unfiltered sensuality that Eugene exuded.

Instinctively feeling the sensation in his groin becoming more sensitive, he pretended to turn around and crossed his legs slightly.

He lowered his head in a slightly unnatural posture.

“Ah, hello.”

“Welcome, teacher. Wasn’t it difficult on the way here?”

Elegant body odor, facial expression, and tone of voice.

A voice that is both sexy and full of charisma.

Seopwoo thought that the voice of the girl he heard outside the gate would change like this when she became more mature.

After exchanging a few words of greeting, he said he would first conduct a trial class with the student and then talk about it.

Eugene seemed to agree and led him to Ga-eun’s room.

On the stairs going up to the second floor, Seopwoo couldn’t take his eyes off Eugene’s back.

The light from the chandelier reflected and sparkled on her perfectly neatly tied back hair.

The soft and sexy neckline below it almost forced Seopwoo’s gaze down from above.

Round shoulders, slim waist, high and wide pelvis full of femininity, voluptuous hips that stimulate sexual desire like crazy, slender thighs that are beautiful yet disciplined and functional, sexy calves that extend below…

Without realizing it, Seop-woo lowered his head and admired Eugene’s stockings. He suddenly came to his senses when he felt blood rushing to his middle area.

Even if he closed his eyes, the presence of the woman in front of him did not disappear.

Eugene’s body odor entered my nose, and the sound of each step took hold of my hearing.

If it weren’t for his improvisation of immediately concentrating on imagining the classes he had taken during the day and the air and sounds inside the classroom, it was a moment when he would have pitched his tent uncontrollably in the front of his pants.

The room of a female student who will be a second year of middle school in two weeks.

In Seop-woo’s eyes, Ga-eun’s room, which was larger than most studio apartments, was also an object of mystery.

He rolled his eyes without realizing it, and the images of the room were imprinted in his mind one by one.

The female student was sitting at a desk by the window, wearing her school uniform.

To the side, waist-high bookcases lined the wall, and on the other side, a few meters away, was a large bed that seemed to be king-size.

“Ga-eun, the teacher has come.”

The female student sitting at the desk took out her earphones, stood up and said hello.

Song Ga-eun.

A straightforward expression that seems to take care of her own affairs, which does not fit Seopwoo’s prejudice against the only daughter who grew up in a wealthy family.

He has clear, pretty features that make it easy to tell at a glance that he is Eugene’s blood relative, and his height appears to be 173cm.

However, Ga-eun only seemed like a naive student.

He was different from his mother, who radiated feminine charm and lust even when he was still, causing blood to continuously rush to the penis.

Seop-woo walked towards the desk where Ga-eun was standing, feeling fortunate.

It was in mid-February when he turned 23.

* * *

A Friday in mid-June, a week before final exams.

There weren’t many empty seats in the library.

Seopwoo sat facing a woman across a four-person table.

I didn’t know her, but since the school was small, I had seen her face a few times.

While she was in the middle of studying, her phone rang.

The woman picked up the phone, checked the screen, and smiled.

Her cheeks turned slightly red as she wrote the reply with both thumbs.

It was that moment.

Seopwoo’s mind, which was reading a book, was consumed by dirty thoughts that kept creeping up for no reason.

My groin slowly started to become erect.

My heart was pounding too.

It was a strange feeling I was experiencing for the first time, as if a sexy woman was right next to me.

He felt uncomfortable in his pants and raised his head to look around.

The woman sitting across from me was talking on the phone, her face red.

‘You slept with a man in the morning.’

A thought without any context passed through Seopwoo’s mind.

He looked at the woman again in surprise.

soft lips,

Soft wooden boat,

red nipples,

Even though he had never seen her naked body before, Seopwoo somehow felt familiar to her body.

I was particularly concerned about her nipples, which looked as if they were going to stand upright.

Seopwoo’s crotch stood up straight and he pushed up his pants.

The woman’s face was still red.

The kind of sex she had that morning began to appear in Seopwoo’s mind like a scene from a dream.

The woman in the front seat was about 10 centimeters shorter than Seopwoo.

Seopwoo was neither obsessed with nipples nor had a complex about her height.

But in the image that came to mind, he was about 20 centimeters taller than the woman and was lying on top of her, sucking her nipples.

It was very different from the situation I usually imagine when masturbating.

People, places, and actions.

It was a strange feeling for the first time.

It’s like a new sense is opening your eyes.

A week later, Saturday 3:30.

On the subway to Seongbuk-dong, he felt strange once more.

It felt as if the erotic imagination and sexual desires of the woman sitting next to me, with red cheeks, were grabbing and caressing my groin.

He barely got off the subway in a hunched posture because his penis stood up stiffly as if he had just received a handjob.

* * *

August, summer vacation during Seopwoo’s second year at university.

It was Saturday day.

Eugene heard the front door of the house open and the late sound of cicadas chirping in the front yard seeping into the living room.

It was the sound of Seop-woo coming into the house for Ga-eun’s class.

At that moment, Eugene felt the urge he had started feeling a while ago again and got goosebumps.

The sexual and perverted impulse, thirst, and desire that arise every time I see Seopwoo.

The urge to torment and punish him.

A thirst to sexually ravage and make people cry.

The desire to pretend to hug him lovingly while he was covered in tears, then push him away, humiliate him, and inflict physical pain.

‘Why am I really like this?’

Eugene couldn’t understand himself.