Chapter 931: Side Story – Repaying the Favor (1)

“Tae, Taekyung-ah. I know you’re a bit promiscuous… no, a bit of a womanizer, but still, towards your teacher, it’s a bit….”

Teacher Yang Miyeon muttered, her expression tense as she met my gaze, as if talking to herself.

Her inability to outright refuse meant there was a good chance she’d give in. After all, by my standards, Teacher Yang Miyeon was just another female Hunter who needed to have her sexual urges satisfied.

Although she was much more mature and socially experienced than me, she was undoubtedly a pure soul who hadn’t experienced a man in over thirty years. So, at least in this area, I was far more of an expert than she was.

Satisfying a female Hunter’s sexual desires and fulfilling the secret urges she had kept hidden.

To do that, the first thing I needed was to get Teacher Yang Miyeon to be honest. The best way was to actively appeal that only I could satisfy her secret desires.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you just said, so now….”

“I, uh, I think I know what kind of sexual fetish you have, Teacher Yang Miyeon.”

“…W-what are you talking about?”

“You mentioned that female students who get into trouble because of their heat cycles, like Miss Hwayeon lying over there, often come to the infirmary, right? And that calming their heat cycles with the hand techniques you taught me was the main way you used to handle it.”

“I-it’s not the main thing. I only do it after trying everything else and when nothing else works….”

“After you manage to calm down the girls’ heat cycles like that… I bet you probably think things like this: Sometimes, you wish you weren’t just giving massages to others, but were on the receiving end instead.”

“……”

As if struck to the core in that instant, Teacher Yang Miyeon’s expression hardened. She seemed to realize she’d made an awkward face and quickly tried to smooth it over, but that brief reaction alone was enough for me to be certain.

“Not even real sex, always ending with only the other person satisfied – you’re tired of these hand-jobs to relieve heat cycles now, aren’t you? Now, you can act spoiled too, Teacher. Just let everything go and lean on me.

You can experience what it feels like to receive the foreplay you always give others, and experience relying on someone else after always being the one relied upon.”

“…Hoo, stop playing these weird games, Sung Taekyung. Even though you’ve graduated now, I was once your teacher. I won’t do things like touching my student as a teacher….”

“If not now, you might never get another chance? How many men in the world do you think can satisfy your desires?”

“A, a chance….”

“And besides, I don’t particularly obsess over penetration. In fact, among the women I meet, there are some who can still function as Recovery Hunters even after having sex with me. My defensive range is quite broad in many ways.”

“……”

Teacher Yang Miyeon probably understood perfectly what it meant to be able to use Recovery abilities even after sex. I was letting her know that just because she was a Recovery Hunter, she didn’t need to suppress her desires. After all, there wasn’t just one way for men and women to make love, and having held many women before, I no longer obsessed over such things.

“If you’re still not convinced… How about just receiving a massage without sex?”

“…What are you talking about.”

“You don’t have to let me inside. It’s fine if we don’t go as far as sex, just up to that point. If I’m just touching you, you’re not really touching me, right? Correct?”

“……”

“But if you tell me to stop, I’ll stop anytime. Okay?”

My high school teacher, the only teacher at the Hunter Training High School whom I considered my mentor. Now, several years later, it was time to repay that kindness.

Yang Miyeon, the school nurse at the Hunter Training High School and a Recovery Hunter with 15 years of experience. She was now feeling the most chaotic emotions swirling in her mind, in the midst of her 35 years of life. A disciple who had suddenly appeared just days before Teacher’s Day. It was only a few hours ago that she felt joy at the arrival of the most disciple-like student among her 10+ years as an educator. For some reason, she now found herself on the verge of crossing the line with that very disciple.

“Here, Teacher.”

“……”

“I told you to come quickly.”

Sitting on the edge of the infirmary bed, tapping the bed as if telling her to come next to him, was her disciple, Sung Taekyung. The strange atmosphere flowing between him, who was arguably her only disciple as a school nurse, and herself forced Yang Miyeon into constant internal conflict.

‘W-what is this…? Is it a hidden camera prank…? Or is Taekyung trying to mess with me…?’

In her 10 years as a school nurse, this was her first time experiencing something like this. Of course, Sung Taekyung was the first male student she had treated in those 10 years, the first student she had tutored one-on-one, and the first student to specifically seek her out after graduation. Unlike those previous scenarios, this current situation… no matter how she thought about it, it wasn’t something she could just dismiss simply because it was a first.

A disciple who kept spouting strange nonsense about satisfying her sexual desires, then saying, “Fine, I’ll just give you a massage,” as if it were a huge compromise. What kind of disciple was this? Faced with that dangerous yet sweet offer, Yang Miyeon found herself engulfed in constant anguish and bewilderment.

‘Hey, Yang Miyeon. What are you even agonizing over? Your favorite disciple has gone out of his way to come here and offer to take your virginity, why are you keep refusing this?’

‘It’s not too late, try persuading him again, Miyeon. Even if you’re the one being touched and not the one touching, engaging in sexual activity still crosses the line in a teacher-student relationship.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. This is the first time in my 35 years. He says he doesn’t have to penetrate, do you think there’s another man in the world besides him who would offer to satisfy your desires through other means?’

‘…Don’t forget that half the world is men, Miyeon. Even if it’s not your former student Sung Taekyung, there’s probably at least one person who could accommodate your sexual preferences….’

‘So what. Do those guys want to have sex with a 35-year-old virgin school nurse? Taekyung is only persistently tempting you like this because he owes you a debt from his school days. Do you really think you’ll ever meet a man like him again in your life?’

‘W-well… maybe…’

‘No, forget everything else. Even if it means penetration, if you can have sex with someone like Taekyung, shouldn’t you be the one begging for it on your hands and knees? You’re almost 40; how many chances will you get in your life to have sex with a fresh, young guy in his 20s?’

‘Ah, well….’

‘What’s more, you’re not even begging him to do it; he’s the one pushing. Do you really think such an overwhelming opportunity will come your way again, considering who you are? Say something, won’t you? Huh?’

‘…If it’s just a massage, maybe that’s okay, Miyeon? If you’re not the one touching… then it’s not really crossing the line… right?’

“……”

The two angels and devils that appeared in Yang Miyeon’s mind. She had hoped they would fight a more even battle, but the fight between the two fairies conjured in her mind ended in the devil’s overwhelming victory. But no matter how she thought about it, the relationship between Sung Taekyung and herself was that of teacher and student. Even as a school nurse, as an educator, she couldn’t harbor lustful thoughts towards a child who was once her student…

“If you don’t come quickly, someone else might come, like Miss Hwayeon. It would be a shame for you to be interrupted when we’re in the middle of things, so wouldn’t it be better to start quickly?”

“Y-you know we have to stop if someone else comes in the middle, right…?”

“Of course, I know.”

“A-and it’s just a massage. I absolutely won’t touch your body, or cross the line….”

“I know that too. That’s why I put my pants back on, just like you asked, Teacher.”

-Rustle-

Finally succumbing to the desire in her heart, Yang Miyeon slowly sat down next to Sung Taekyung. Her head knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she only knew it. Her eyes, ears, mouth, heart, and legs could no longer restrict her actions based solely on moral concepts. His offer was just too sweet.

‘Strictly speaking, it’s not exactly a crime….’

It was just the age gap of over ten years and the teacher-student relationship that evoked a sense of transgression, but in reality, it was just two consenting adults engaging in sexual activity. Even though this was the school infirmary, and there was the minor issue of another student sleeping in the next bed…

‘No, that’s not a minor issue!’

Just as Yang Miyeon’s body, regaining its senses belatedly, was about to push herself up from the bed, Sung Taekyung, who had already caught her within his range, had no intention of letting her go.

“Where do you think you’re going now? You can’t run away anymore.”

“B-but Hwayeon is sleeping next to us. If I make a sound, she’ll hear….”

“Then that means if you just don’t make a sound, she won’t hear, right? Isn’t that so?”

“……”

“…Alright. Then let’s do this, Teacher.”

-Snap.

With the sound of fingers snapping, a faint gust of wind seemed to momentarily flow around them. Yang Miyeon wondered where this wind was coming from, since the air conditioning wasn’t even on, and what snapping his fingers meant. While she was pondering these things, Sung Taekyung explained what he had just done.

“I used wind magic to cast a soundproofing spell around the bed where you and I are. Now you can be as loud as you want.”

“…What?”

“So even if you cry out in a lewd voice, it won’t be heard outside, so rest assured.”

“……”

A soundproofing spell using wind magic. She wasn’t sure if it was actually effective magic. And whether Sung Taekyung could actually use such magic, or how much of what he said was true, Yang Miyeon couldn’t be sure of anything.

…However.

“…Okay. If you’ve gone that far, then I guess it’s fine….”

Despite not having any real confidence in Sung Taekyung’s words, Yang Miyeon simply chose to ‘believe’. To make up excuses and escape this situation somehow… Sung Taekyung’s offer carried far too sweet a scent.