Chapter 1248: Side Story – Master and Disciple (3) (Mature Illustration)

“Miyeon-ah.”

-Thump.

Sung Taekyung’s voice, short yet heart-thrumming. Yang Miyeon’s heart pounded at his words, calling her as if he were her father.

“Come here, want to lie down with your head on Dad’s lap?”

“……”

-Thump, thump, thump.

Even though the temptation felt strange somehow, she couldn’t suppress the throbbing feeling in her heart.

“T-Taekyung-ah…. Th-this is still, even so…”

“I’m not asking to do anything lewd, Miyeon Ssaem. I’m just saying it as a way to rest since you seem to be taking things too seriously.”

“No, even so, that…”

“There’s nothing particularly wrong with it. It’s just asking a daughter to rest her eyes for a bit on her dad’s lap.”

“……”

Sung Taekyung’s words, suggesting they spend time not as teacher and student, but simply as father and daughter. His nonchalant yet brazen tone kept poking at the desire hidden deep within Yang Miyeon. A wavering desire she couldn’t refuse, despite feeling ashamed. Slowly, Yang Miyeon began to persuade herself amidst the conflict of wanting to accept yet being unable to.

‘…If it’s not anything lewd.’

Then, wouldn’t it be okay to indulge her desires just a little? After all, they were once teacher and student, but now she was just an alumna. And it wasn’t like it was skinship that crossed any lines. Yang Miyeon thought it would surely be alright to lie down with her head on the thighs of the ‘Dad’ she missed so dearly.

“Th-then…”

“……”

“Really… just r-resting… okay?”

Unable to deny the desire boiling within her chest until the very end, Yang Miyeon walked towards the bed where Sung Taekyung sat.

“Yes, Miyeon Ssaem. We’re just resting.”

“I, I really don’t have any strange feelings for you, Taekyung. So, just…”

“I know, so hurry up and come here. Dad’s waiting.”

“Ngh….”

He’s not even my real dad. Why does my heart pound like crazy every time Sung Taekyung says things like that? She knew that his words about not doing anything lewd and just resting were just empty promises. Yet, ‘unavoidably,’ Yang Miyeon accepted Sung Taekyung’s words and quietly took a step forward. …After all, what she needed right now was just a tiny excuse to share affection with Sung Taekyung.

-Seureureuk.

“…Haa….”

Without a word, letting out just a faint sigh, Yang Miyeon carefully rested the back of her head on Sung Taekyung’s thighs. As her tension eased, a strange pleasure deeply permeated her body, causing her to unintentionally let out a lewd sigh. A blush bloomed on her lips, her expression nervously tense. Sung Taekyung’s hand slowly reached out and began to move above Miyeon’s head.

-Seureureuk.

“Ngh….”

-Seureuk, seureureuk.

“Ngh, huueu….”

Feeling Sung Taekyung’s hand on her head, a slightly lewd sound escaped her lips. Not resisting, she instead lay comfortably on the bed, as if enjoying it further. The air around her body had already heated up noticeably.

-Sseudadeum, sseudadeum….

“Heut, heueup, heut….”

Her nose wrinkled, lips slightly parted, a red flush reaching the tips of her ears. Not a single sign indicated she was merely resting. And Sung Taekyung looked down at Yang Miyeon’s state, as if finding her lovely, stroking her hair.

“Miyeon-ah.”

“U, uh-huh….”

“How was school today? Did you get along well with your friends without fighting?”

“……”

Sung Taekyung, who was already a working adult, suddenly asked about school and friends, meeting her eyes. At first, even his words like these flustered her, but now, knowing it was just part of their role-play, Yang Miyeon carefully rubbed her head against Sung Taekyung’s thighs.

“Uhm, I, I got along well, Dad….”

Feeling a sense akin to genuine fatherly love, she carefully rubbed her head against Sung Taekyung’s thighs.

“Really? You were good and behaved well?”

“Y-yes… Miyeon behaved well….”

“You didn’t cry or anything?”

“I didn’t cry….”

“Really? Our crybaby princess didn’t cry and did well?”

“M-Miyeon isn’t a crybaby…. Ughh….”

Embarrassed and mortified, yet unable to stop, the temptation continued. Miyeon even continued acting like a child to hide her embarrassment. And Sung Taekyung kept stroking her head, looking down at her with eyes that truly seemed to see his daughter.

“Our Miyeon was good and behaved well. Dad will give you a reward pat-pat.”

-Seureuk, seureureuk.

“Ngh, huueeeng…. Eugh….”

The sensation of his palm rubbing the back of her head little by little, then tickling behind her ears with his fingertips. Even with such simple movements, Yang Miyeon’s body reacted sensitively, curling up as a hot desire surged into her chest.

“Ngh, heut…. Huueu….”

The breaths escaping her lips grew shallower, but the pounding of her heart became more pronounced. It wasn’t strange that Sung Taekyung seemed to sense Miyeon’s inner thoughts and focused on indulging her desires.

“Miyeon, you must have been upset because you couldn’t play with Dad lately, right?”

“…Yes, I was upset….”

“Then, do you want to play with Dad all day today?”

“All… day….”

“Dad will give our good Miyeon lots of pat-pats.”

“Pat-pat, lots….”

Yang Miyeon, still lying with her head on Sung Taekyung’s thighs, breathed quietly. Although she was a school nurse, she always wore neat clothes while checking on students; she seemed like a completely different person now. And Miyeon, aware of this more than anyone, sank into desires she couldn’t resist. Unconsciously, she recalled the past deprivations she had forgotten. A home without a father. A mother who worked late hours. A quiet house no matter when she came home. All the memories she couldn’t build with her father during picnics or sports days. The emotions left unresolved from childhood kept pulling Yang Miyeon deeper into desire.

“Come to think of it, Miyeon, did you finish your homework today?”

“…Yes. I finished my homework….”

“Then, since you finished your homework, Dad should give Miyeon a reward, right?”

“…Yes. Give me a reward…”

Miyeon mumbled like a baby, lost in the warm feelings that almost lulled her into sweet sleep. But what jolted her awake was Sung Taekyung’s hand suddenly touching near her chest.

-Munjil.

“U, huuutt?!”

A momentary feeling of breathlessness. Jolted by the sudden stimulation, Yang Miyeon reflexively opened her eyes and looked up at Sung Taekyung.

-Munjil, munjil.

“Ngh, huuutt….”

-Malkang, malkang.

“Eugh, hu, eughh….”

His broad palm rested on her chest, rubbing as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The owner of the hand merely gazed down at her with a gentle smile.

“Miyeon did her homework obediently today, so Dad will give Miyeon’s chest some pat-pats too.”

It was a brazen statement, almost incomprehensible. Normally, she should have protested that lewd acts were forbidden and gotten up, but…

“Ngh, heut…. Yes, heheh….”

Even as his palm covered and moved over her knit shirt, she couldn’t refuse and remained still on his lap. It was a lewd act, crossing the line beyond simple father-daughter affection. Despite the sexual contact filled with impure intentions, she couldn’t refuse.

-Munjil, munjil.

“Ngh, huutt….”

Sung Taekyung’s hand felt so gentle as it touched her chest.

-Malkang!

“Eugh, huueup…!”

As his hand stroked lightly, then squeezed slightly harder, she couldn’t refuse the lewd sensations that seemed to surge within her body.

-Seureuk, seureureuk.

“Heut, huue…. Huueutt….”

Her nipples, hardened enough to be felt even through her underwear, felt like they were burning inside her body every time his hand brushed against them. That’s why she couldn’t refuse and lay still.

‘Up to my chest, it should be okay…. Just touching my chest isn’t exactly a lewd act…’

Yang Miyeon rationalized with logic that sounded questionable even to herself. However, she couldn’t deny it was a lewd act, given the constant moans escaping her lips.

-Seureureuk.

“Haa, eu, eughh….”

The sensation of his fingers brushing past sensitive areas, seeming to flee yet touching lightly. Then, once, the tips of his fingers pressed down on Yang Miyeon’s protruding nipple, sliding in with a seureuk.

-Kkuuk.

“Haa, haaah…!”

In response, Yang Miyeon reflexively flinched, her body wriggling on Sung Taekyung’s lap.

“You need to stay still, Miyeon-ah. Dad is giving you pat-pats, remember?”

“…Yes, yeees….”

A sensation she could refuse at any moment, but absolutely couldn’t. The initial flimsy resolution to not engage in lewd acts had already become completely soft and yielding.

-Seureureuk.

“Ngh, huueutt….”

Sung Taekyung’s hand slid beneath the hem of her knit shirt, entering the fabric. Even then, Yang Miyeon couldn’t resist, merely closing her eyes tightly.