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After the first play with Yoo Seoyoung was completely finished.

She and I were enjoying a pleasant silence inside the gym storage room.

Although we were silent – it was a moment that couldn’t be more satisfying.

“Master.”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to leave early today.”

Brushing back her wet brown hair with her hand, she flashed a seductive smile. Despite enduring much pain, her eyes were still smiling.

“It’s the first day, are you sure it’s okay?”

“I want to take a shower.”

Hmm.

I didn’t expect this.

I brought tissues, prepared an alibi, and even thought about disabling the school CCTV.

But in the end, there was a slight miscalculation.

‘I couldn’t control it.’

I realized that a space to play the game was absolutely necessary.

Reluctantly, I kissed Seoyoung on the forehead and sent her off.

“Rest well. You’ve worked hard.”

Seoyoung clung to me with a playful pout. We spent a little more time together like lovers. It felt as if we were not master and slave, but something else.

Suddenly, she spoke.

“Shall we go together now, ‘Master’?”

“Let’s go together.”

And so, we left the gym storage room.

“Seonghyun. I’m going home, are you going to stay at school?”

“I have to go to school. Why?”

I answered without thinking.

She patted my shoulder with a sunny smile.

“Go to school. You have to go to college.”

Her words somehow reminded me of the past me and her – it felt a little warm.

“I’ll go. Rest well.”

“You too, Teacher.”

We shook hands.

I watched her walk away. I would see her again tomorrow.

Somehow, I felt a sad emptiness in my heart.

Beside the sports field.

I lay on the large concrete stairs, looking up at the sky.

The leaves of the trees planted for fortune-telling swayed, creating shade, and the white clouds in the sky flowed pleasantly.

Time seemed to stop, and the world seemed to stand still.

“I’m sorry. Did it hurt a lot?”

“Are you interested in my body?”

“So that a woman like me can reflect, hurt me…

Please.”

Afternoon. Physical education class.

The noise of boys shouting to pick up the ball and girls giggling.

It was all noise.

If I just spaced out.

I thought of Seoyoung.

The slightly youthful baby powder scent she wore, the lavender scent from her brown wavy hair.

The sweet whispers she served me as her master, the submissive and angry expressions she made like a small animal.

Her efforts to act authoritatively were so endearing.

Moments with her, as beautiful as burning flower petals, endlessly swirled in my mind.

“I miss you.”

Teacher.

It was fine to continue playing with me.

It was fine to teach me English that I already knew.

It was fine to have trivial conversations like in our past lives.

“It was tough for two years.”

Those times were tough.

Could a child who hadn’t fully grown at 17 hit a 3-500?

It was possible. It was just so difficult that it made me want to curse.

Then what about earning 30 billion? Even with memories from a past life, it was a difficult task.

Winning made 1 billion into 10 billion, losing made 1 billion disappear. It was a gamble where one wrong click could cost me millions.

But… I could endure those times.

Because in two years, I would meet Seoyoung.

I had to become the best person possible when I met her, so each day was meaningful.

And now, I would wait two years to meet Seoyoung and play the game.

All the time I’ve spent has become time waiting just to meet you.

I wanted to talk to her.

How was this time loop?

What do you want to do in the future?

What kind of food do you like?

What kind of music do you like?

And, just in case –

Do you know me?

“…Teacher.”

It was an unreasonable hope.

“Perhaps, are you also experiencing a time loop?”

It doesn’t matter to doubt. Even if she jokingly says she’s experiencing a time loop – there’s no way to prove it.

It’s really childish and unreasonable desire.

But I secretly hoped that you also experienced a time loop.

In this life, there was a part of me that wished you would live only for me.

“I… finally love her now.”

Perhaps that’s the case. My racing heart told me so.

I reached out to the sky.

The clouds descended as if I could grab them, but they were too high to reach.

The boring and sluggish morning passed quietly with a nap.

All that remained was a faint obsession.

There was no time to waste.

“Student, are there still kids stealing textbooks from the first day of school?”

“Yes…”

During lunchtime, I headed to the school security office.

This place stored CCTV records of the entire school.

Since we played in the school, we had to thoroughly erase the evidence.

“Playing in the sports equipment room isn’t a problem. If we do it too often, rumors might spread.”

It wasn’t a structure where you could see inside, nor was it a structure where someone could secretly watch.

I impulsively grabbed Yoo Seo-young’s wrist and dragged her to the sports equipment room through the hallway.

This could be a problem later.

“Alright, student, take your time!”

As I worked on technical matters, the lady left with a bored expression. I took out a USB drive and plugged it into the school computer. The old computer detected the new drive with a whirring sound.

“I used to play with this a lot in the past.”

Backdoor. Trojan horse.

Middle school kids used to plant these on the teacher’s computer and terrorize the classroom by showing inappropriate content.

It was possible because the school’s computer security was dismal.

Netbus. Back Orifice 2000.

If you could handle these, hacking was something even elementary school students could do.

Anyway, I deleted all the CCTV records next to the sports equipment room and the hallway, and installed a backdoor virus.

Now I could control the school’s security system from my home 24/7.

“Phew…”

As the tension eased, a slight fatigue set in.

“Done.”

Yoo Seo-young is not as strong as she thinks.

After her identity was revealed, she swallowed antidepressants because she couldn’t handle the stares of those around her.

How painful must it have been?

Living in Korean society labeled as a pervert, a deviant, and being pointed at.

In this life, I had to make sure she was happy – this was something I had to pay attention to.

Because I am Yoo Seo-young’s master.

“I controlled the variables.”

After a brief rest.

I handed the security guard lady a snack bag and a fresh fruit juice.

“Oh, student! What’s this! I don’t need this! Oh my… it’s hot outside, eat well.”

“Enjoy. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“Student, did you find the thief who stole things?”

“Oh… I found them. Can you keep my visit here today a secret? I want to tell them personally.”

I smiled and walked out of the security office with light steps.

“Of course! Student!”

Then I left early.

I wanted to finish as much as possible today.

“I’ll probably hear the delinquent student comments.”

I’m not sure what the criteria are, but usually, the standard for delinquents is students who don’t attend classes.

Ms. Yoo Seoyoung left early – since the school was just a waste of time without her, I walked out of the school gate.

What I was going to see this time was a house.

“Oh, a young person has come. Hehe. Take your time and look around!”

A high school senior.

Although I was a bit young to be looking at houses, I was someone with money, anyway.

The landlord gave a slightly dismissive smile.

“Hmm. I like the house. Would you be willing to sell it without a deposit or monthly rent… just outright?”

When I looked at him with an expression indicating that I had money to spend, he suddenly changed his attitude and scolded me.

In a capitalist society, those with money were the bosses, and those without were the workers.

No matter how young the other person looked, if I expressed a desire for the item, I had to make every effort.

Just like the founders of many large companies had begged their initial investors.

But the landlord didn’t do that.

He showed a kindness too late.

“He’s not someone who will succeed.”

But.

Anyway, I needed a house.

“I can’t just go to a motel holding hands with my homeroom teacher.”

In Korean law, if you are over 19 years old, you are considered an adult, so legally I could go to a motel.

But the world did not look favorably upon a relationship between a homeroom teacher and a high school senior.

If even one CCTV footage spread anywhere, it was obvious that there would be trouble.

So – a space where I could play comfortably. A classroom. A playground. A basement. These were necessary places.

“But, apart from the landlord, the house is really nice.”

A place that could be reached within 40 minutes by public transportation, with only one bus stop in a remote location.

It was a house standing on a desolate plot of land, for reasons unknown.

It was great for playing.

No screams would be heard, and the space could be used freely. In fact, the front yard of this house was so spacious that it could be used for outdoor play if only a fence was built.

I thought that the previous owner had built it for quiet activities, but had difficulty managing it and sold the property.

“Do you have a basement?”

“Oh, the basement! Let me show you.”

The basement storage room was quite spacious.

“Oh, this is nice.”

It felt like it could be converted into a classroom.

It was a bit cold, but with electrical wiring and water facilities, I could play even in winter. In summer, it seemed cool even without turning on the air conditioner.

“Looking at the ventilation ducts, I could install a ventilation system.”

Looking at the basement, I thought about where to put what equipment.

“I want to put a triangular horse here.”

A triangular horse.

A structure where a woman is mounted on top and tortured in front of the viewer.

Of course… because it could leave many scars on the genitals, special attention had to be paid to the duration and intensity of play.

“Let’s exclude conditions that could cause harm.”

By using vibrating masturbation devices and waterproof cushions – I planned to reduce the pressure on the skin of the legs and vagina.

“But it feels a bit lacking.”

Here, I wanted to punish her.

Crawling naked onto the imaginary horse, obeying my commands and riding with a face that first resisted, then cried, reached climax, and begged to get off.

Enduring the pleasure forced upon her.

But it felt a bit empty.

The triangular horse was a punishment device.

Not the punishment that masochists usually talk about, but a more serious punishment device.

Without any risk of injury – I wanted to add something more stimulating.

“What if I choke her neck.”

I was excited and thrilled.

I longed for it.

Why did this feel so good?

Seoyoung. Even though I love you, my spine tingles when you’re in pain. Even though you suffer for me, you leave. Just imagining you saying you love me, I find it so difficult.

“I’ll choke myself while thinking about it.”

“Ah… y-yes…”

With a slight tremble in her eyes, she eagerly sought pleasure, continuously trying to reach the vibrating device below.

The more she sat down, the tighter her throat felt, as if hanging from a professorial rope.

“But if the length adjustment is wrong, it could be seriously injured.”

“Mmm…”

Yoo Seoyoung’s height, upper body, neck length.

Considering the points where the chin hangs or where the force is applied.

“In the past, I thought it was okay to give punishment.”

It was a basic courtesy to worry about the slave’s body, but it felt somewhat forced for women other than Yoo Seoyoung.

But now, it was different.

After receiving the punishment, Yoo Seoyoung coming down from the triangle horse and embracing her. Imagining a happy time with her asking for rewards became the main focus.

Punishment was still necessary, but it felt like the roles had reversed.

“Now it feels more perverted. By myself.”

“…”

I felt the landlord looking at me.

“Can you prepare the contract?”

“Oh, yes! Yes! I will prepare it.”

He hurriedly brought the contract, showing how urgent it was to sell the house.

I carefully read and compared the information.

Whether the landlord has debts.

If the registration is correct.

Whether the acquisition tax and transfer income tax are both reduced.

When and how the transfer is made.

Considering and consulting various things, a lot of time had passed.

“I’m a bit tired…”

I bought the house.

For 550 million.

In cash.

Today was a bit tiring.

I thought of Yoo Seoyoung. The person who took everything from me in just one day.

Looking at me as if knowing everything- willingly becoming a slave, my love.

“See you tomorrow, teacher.”

Other than meeting you, there’s not much else that’s fun.