episode_0006

“Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve been here.”

The classroom reeked of a musty smell.

The old school was truly outdated, with the teacher’s chair being made of luxurious leather, while the students’ chairs were hard and uncomfortable.

More like wooden pieces connected by metal pipes. Defective goods that creaked even after six months of use.

Sitting on those uncomfortable chairs for long hours, students naturally developed a set of rules in their minds.

Teachers were noble, while they were insignificant.

Teachers gave punishment, while they received it.

In front of me right now was one of those uncomfortable student chairs.

“Sit there.”

Yoo Seoyoung ordered me to sit on the plush leather chair.

“Your seat is uncomfortable. I am a higher authority than you.”

That was her tone.

Experiencing gaslighting that commonly occurred in school spaces after returning, it felt refreshing.

“Perhaps…,”

So maybe that’s how the homeroom teacher felt.

Waving the disciplinary rod to quiet down during class, a grown woman who could inflict pain at any moment.

If I were to break her authority and make her grovel beneath me, how exhilarating would that conquest be.

Especially Yoo Seoyoung.

She was good at acting.

Meticulously controlling the subtle nuances of speech and small actions to naturally instill a sense of authority, she was top-notch.

When clearly pointing out what the other party did wrong in that state, students had no choice but to submit and willingly accept punishment.

I was one of them as well.

“Of course, now…”

It just seemed like a tantrum.

It didn’t hold much significance.

I remembered her next line.

Surely, while rummaging through the desk looking for a band-aid, she would say, “Sorry. Does it hurt a lot?”

“Ha…”

As expected, she said to me.

“I’m sorry.”

“…”

“Does it hurt a lot?”

A sense of discomfort arose.

In reality, it shouldn’t have been like this.

The smell wafting through.

Gestures.

Clothes.

Speech.

Everything was similar to the past.

But my instincts sensed something.

The delicately arched eyebrows and a small dot beneath her eyes.

Even though there was no difference from back then, my senses reacted a bit sensitively.

“It’s different from back then.”

Like looking at something precious, Yoo Seoyoung’s hand rested on top of mine. A warm softness transmitted through the skin.

A small band-aid was attached to my hand.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

The scent of lavender shampoo emanated from the teacher’s white blouse and her chest underneath. A scent resembling baby powder.

The speed at which she attached the band-aid was faster than in my previous life.

About 0.3 seconds.

“This is OCD.”

Human memory is not accurate, and as you think and reminisce, it tends to change.

The abnormal experience of regression undoubtedly brought forth strange nostalgia.

I erased all doubts and answered her.

“Yes.”

Then-

A warm smile spread across her face.

A mischievous face filled with playfulness.

Back then, when we argued over trivial matters in a dungeon-like dragon’s lair, discussing whether a heroine was a virgin or not, it was the same face.

“Can I hit you harder next time?”

I was excited.

And my heart pounded as if it was on fire. Was it okay to hesitate in front of such a beautiful woman?

The teacher who carefully applied the band-aid to my hand.

Today, she showed a peculiarly dignified attitude and stimulated me.

She blushed a few times, stealing glances at my waistband, feeling embarrassed.

She also made desperate efforts not to get caught.

Each of those actions seemed absurdly appealing.

“I can’t stand it.”

In any case, my strategy towards her was overwhelming dominance for conquest.

Money. Influence. Dominating through various powers was the key.

The original plan was to execute it three days after Yuseoyoung got used to it, but preparations were already complete.

There was no reason to wait any longer.

“Having a trustworthy older sister, becoming friendly with a younger sister is good too.”

At least, in this life, he didn’t want to do it.

She had to become my slave. I had to become her master…

I wanted to start a bit aggressively and completely possess her.

Body. Mind.

Looking only at me.

Loving only me.

Desiring only me, as my slave.

“Gambling Su.”

My heart knew.

But my animalistic instinct impulsively told me that you would win.

That woman, falling for your tricks – she would become a slave forever. I don’t know why, but I can do it now.

“Something feels different. From the past.”

For some reason, the teacher seemed to look at me more favorably.

Or at least it felt that way.

My blood boiled quickly, my heart raced, and all the fluids in my body flowed like a torrent.

I decided to gamble with Yuseoyoung.

“What are you talking about?”

“…Uh, yeah?”

In a tone of command, she spoke as if threatening.

“My hand is nothing? There’s blood. Answer me.”

“Yuseoyoung’s height was 165cm.”

I am 185cm.

With my overwhelming physical presence, she shrunk as if she would jump out at any moment when threatened.

“What are you doing right now? Sit down.”

Cornered, Yuseoyoung erased her fear and embraced her courage again.

As if asking when she was ever ashamed, she attacked with sincerity, pretending to be fierce.

The Yuseoyoung of the previous life was like this.

She was beautiful.

“Seonghyun. This is a rule, right? What happened to you was an accident.”

“There was no rule saying that blood can’t be shed, was there?”

“There’s no rule in soccer that says you can’t kill someone either. Seonghyun. If it’s not in the rules, can you just ignore it?”

The point was missed, but the wit was fast.

Usually, when you are refuted like that, you tend to lose the upper hand.

She didn’t refute my logic but brought up a new topic.

“Is it okay to file a complaint?”

“Huh. A complaint? Where. National Complaint Center? How do you even file one?”

“Anywhere. National Complaint Center is basic, and then the School Violence Reporting Center, and the Education Office – you have to file everywhere.”

“Ugh…”

With a disgusted expression, she sneered at me. But I didn’t stop.

“Do you know? With about thirty million, you can spread an article on the internet.”

“You think people will read about a hand getting slightly torn from a slap in Seoul? Really?”

“You have to promote it. Starting from various SNS to mass media.”

With the Facebook advertising system and the ‘certification’ of news, it was easy to manipulate one person.

Even a corporation would be crushed, but could Yuseoyoung endure it?

She laughed at my words and said, “You’re going this far just because of this? Money must be rotting.”

“I have about thirty billion.”

“Damn.”

With a tone that ignored me completely, she approached me.

The scent of lavender shampoo pricked my nose.

“Are you interested in my body?”

She lightly tapped my lower body with the back of her hand. It hurt a little.

“Acting like this. Does the world look easy to you?”

In fact.

Perhaps because I was a reincarnator, the world seemed a bit easy.

If not, it would be a lie.

“Do you know that what you’re doing is extortion?”

Slightly, the attitude was subtle.

It meant ‘I can crush you if necessary.’

But I wanted to dominate her.

There was no compromise.

“Isn’t it natural to give your body?”

Was it because she was so confident?

Her hazy eyes were trembling in real-time.

“What?”

“Of course, I will have your body.”

A very direct, almost like a confession.

As I approached slowly, her steps retreated backward-

-Thud.

She touched the panel separating the cubicles in the office.

We glared at each other.

What she had were the eyes of a small beast.

It was the soul of my woman that would not be swayed by anyone.

“Are you crazy?”

“I don’t think I’m crazy.”

Her expression twisted.

Beyond overlapping bodies… she wanted more?

Certainly not a sensible thing to say.

What else could I demand besides her body under threat? I already told her I made 3 billion.

With overwhelming power and confidence.

As I became convinced that she couldn’t beat me now, my voice grew louder.

I cut her off.

“I heard your father’s company is in logistics, right? IntraTech. Dealing with electronics distribution in Singapore.”

“You…”

“They said they were looking for new suppliers due to stricter regulations in Singapore this first half. Even with just 10 billion investments, it wouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Yoo Seoyoung closed her mouth.

But, the gift I had for you didn’t end here.

I pulled out a document from my pocket.

“Oh. And ‘dbtjdu***19’, that’s your username.”

“What are you doing. Did you investigate me? In just one day?”

She stepped back with a bewildered expression.

“It’s not from yesterday. It’s from a long time ago- no. It’s from the future.”

Reincarnation.

After she committed suicide, I spent tens of millions on an investigation, and I found out quite a bit.

Family background. Sexual preferences. Favorite food, fashion.

Yoo Seoyoung’s usual accounts or frequently used passwords… even the human trash who dug up her personal information.

The username I just mentioned was an account where Yoo Seoyoung uploaded various provocative videos- usually just videos of her playing around with her hands or showing a bit of cleavage.

But after I confessed and a year passed, the content became more extreme.

“That video, I… no.”

Yoo Seoyoung desperately tried to deny it while biting her lips. But the contents of the document completely destroyed Yoo Seoyoung’s logic.

“This is a gift. I’ll give it to you.”

Internet obituary.

There, it was stated that ‘dbtjdu***19’ was Yoo Seoyoung’s real name and that she was a high school teacher.

Countless data on the internet.

By connecting the numerous traces she left behind- there were logical reasons to suspect that ‘dbtjdu***19’ was teacher Yoo Seoyoung.

I had already sent the payment.

If Yoo Seoyoung signed, the video of her masturbating on the internet would be deleted- and there would be no way to guess her identity.

After reading the document, she shook her head as if she were sick of it.

A defeated expression as she bit her lip.

She hesitated and said to me.

“What do you want?”

We were almost there.

I took a moment to admire her expression.

My heart was pounding so loud that it could be heard, and my face was flushed with steam coming out of my ears.

A look of unbearable frustration.

Looking at her eyes slightly moist with tears, I felt the desire to embrace her and the desire to violate her at the same time.

I got to the point.

“Teacher, you know, right? Slave.”

“…”

“I want to be your master.”

I stated my demand.

The burning fever surged in my chest.

My heart was pounding.