Chapter 933: Side Story – Repaying the Favor (3)

“Haven’t you ever harbored the desire to lie down with your head on a man’s lap and be petted like this?”

“D-desire…? I, I’ve never harbored such a desire in my life…”

-Stroke, stroke.

“Shh. Pretty words. Don’t frown like that, won’t you try giving me a pretty smile?”

“…….”

-…Slight smile

“Aww, good girl. I knew Teacher Miyeon was a good girl.”

“…….”

What on earth am I doing right now?

This act Sung Taekyung was doing to me, no matter how I thought about it, seemed completely different from a normal caress.

I really couldn’t shake off the feeling that he might be treating me like a fool.

But still, for some reason, his lap was so cozy that Yang Miyeon couldn’t bring herself to get up, and sweet words that completely broke her will to resist echoed quietly in her ears.

“For today, you can act spoiled as much as you want.”

“…….”

“If it’s for you, Teacher Miyeon, I can be your father or your older brother.”

What on earth did that mean?

She had never heard anyone say they would become her father or older brother in her life.

She had thought ‘caressing’ meant stimulating erogenous zones to climax, like she did for her students in heat, but the act he was performing on her was completely different from what she had imagined.

Yang Miyeon soon realized that the act she was receiving from Sung Taekyung was, somehow, closer to the regression play often used in ASMR videos with pretty boy voices.

‘H-how on earth does he know…?’

How could he possibly know that she listened to this kind of regression play ASMR to calm her mind when she was stressed?

As a teacher, it was a hobby that made no sense no matter how she thought about it, so she had kept it secret as much as possible, but…

Yang Miyeon, flustered about how he could possibly know her secret tastes, couldn’t easily escape and meekly had her head stroked by Sung Taekyung’s touch.

‘But, if it’s just this, it might not be so bad….’

Compared to what she had imagined, she felt much more relieved.

If it was just head-on-lap and hair stroking like this, it meant there would be no chance of her moaning like a slut and climaxing, spraying fluid in front of her former student.

At least, when she thought about the sight of the students in heat climaxing from her own fingers, she couldn’t help but feel it would be extremely embarrassing for her to show that. So, she thought this way might be much better…

Jjigeuk.

“Euh-hyak?!”

While momentarily losing her senses under Sung Taekyung’s increasingly comforting touch, his finger suddenly entered between her legs.

Startled by Sung Taekyung’s touch grazing the entrance of her vagina, Yang Miyeon couldn’t help but let out a cute moan.

Jjik, jjigeuk.

“Euh-heut, hyak?!”

“You’re so wet, and it’s built up a lot, hasn’t it?”

“Haa, w-wait a moment…”

“I gave you plenty of time to prepare yourself, Teacher Miyeon. Surely you didn’t think I’d just be stroking your head the whole time until you finish, did you?”

Jjigeuk, jjigeuk.

“Euh-heut, heut, hyak…! Huh-heung?!”

Yang Miyeon continuously let out vulgar, uncontrollable moans due to Sung Taekyung’s touch suddenly moving towards her lower body.

He wasn’t touching the extremely sensitive parts, exactly. To be precise, he wasn’t touching the most sensitive areas among the sensitive parts.

Excluding the inside of the vagina, where a finger inserted incorrectly could tear the hymen, the parts Yang Miyeon felt the most in her lower body were her clitoris and anus.

However, even though Sung Taekyung’s touch was merely rubbing the short space from the vaginal entrance to the hymen and the lower lips, unbearable pleasure rose up her back like a stabbing sensation from her lower body.

“Haa, heu, haak…!”

“How do you usually masturbate, Teacher Miyeon?”

“……W-what business is it of yours…”

“Of course, it’s because I want to see you enjoying yourself, our Teacher Miyeon. You can feel even better if you’re touched the way you usually masturbate, or if particularly sensitive spots are stimulated, right?”

…Feel even better than this?

Even just a moment ago, I felt overwhelmed by intense pleasure enough to unintentionally let out a moan?

Yang Miyeon agonized over whether to tell the truth and feel better, or stay quiet and protect her pride.

However, as if such worries were a luxury, Sung Taekyung’s touch stimulated her lower body once more before she could answer.

“Wrong~. Time’s up. You’re not being honest, Teacher Miyeon.”

“…Uh, huh?”

“For a dishonest Teacher Miyeon… there’s a little punishment.”

“P-punishment…? W-what does that mean…”

Kku-uk.

“Euh-eu-eu-eup?!”

Along with the word ‘punishment’, Sung Taekyung this time used two fingers to twist her clitoris as if pinching it.

This won’t do. It’s dangerous.

It wasn’t because it hurt or was unpleasant, but because it felt too good, it was dangerous.

If she continued to be touched like this, it was obvious she would climax disgracefully like a hunter in heat. Yang Miyeon knew she had to quickly stop Sung Taekyung.

“D-don’t touch there… Heup…!”

“I told you it’s punishment, Teacher Miyeon. Because you didn’t speak honestly, the penalty is to keep being touched until you climax and spray fluid.”

“There wasn’t… any rule like that…”

“That sort of thing isn’t very important. And caressing is supposed to be about making the other person feel good, isn’t it? In that sense, I’m just focused on making you feel good, Teacher Miyeon.”

“Th-this kind of thing couldn’t possibly feel good… Euh-heup, Hyaaaaaang?!”

…It can.

No, rather, it’s impossible not to feel good.

Because from the moment Sung Taekyung started thoroughly touching between her thighs, Yang Miyeon was barely holding onto her consciousness, simply being consumed by pleasure.

To her, who hadn’t had any relationship with men for 35 years, the touch of her beloved disciple, ten years her junior, was incredibly soft and incredibly sweet.

She wondered if she would truly become a ruined woman if this continued.

Kku-uk, kku-uk.

“Ha-ha-eut…? S-stop!!”

Kku-uk!

“Heu, haaaaaak?!”

Swaaaaaa…

In the end, just as Sung Taekyung had predicted, Yang Miyeon climaxed simply from having her clitoris touched.

Amidst the inescapable afterglow of pleasure, Sung Taekyung’s voice burrowed into her mind once again.

“Teacher Miyeon, please tell me honestly this time.”

“Haa, heu, heu…?”

“Teacher Miyeon, do you like Daddy? Or do you like Oppa?”

“…….”

Although her mind was hazy, she could sufficiently guess why Sung Taekyung was asking her this question.

Because it was Yang Miyeon who had heard him say he’d become her father or older brother not long after laying her on his lap earlier.

In other words, it was an insolent remark from an incredibly young disciple saying he’d play the role of her father or older brother. As his former teacher, she should have scolded him properly, but…

“D-Daddy…”

“…….”

“I like Daddy…”

The ceaseless pleasure washing over her and her accumulated sexual desire over many years were ultimately enough to break Yang Miyeon’s last shred of pride.

“Do you like Daddy?”

“…….”

Nod.

“Since you say you like Daddy, Teacher Miyeon… then I’ll have no choice but to become Teacher Miyeon’s Daddy today…”

“…….”

“I’m still in my mid-twenties, but I’ve already become a father. And the Daddy of our cute Miyeon, no less.”

From Teacher Yang Miyeon to Teacher Miyeon. From Teacher Miyeon to Miyeon.

Although the change in address seemed to look down on her, Yang Miyeon didn’t feel bad at all for some reason.

A handsome 20-something man playing the role of Daddy with regression finger play… For Yang Miyeon, it was a rare experience she couldn’t have even if she paid a fortune.

The pang of conscience about doing this kind of thing with her former student had long since flown away. All she wanted was to be able to continue this play, even for a little longer.

In the end, having decided that not enjoying this moment due to various worries would be the biggest loss, Yang Miyeon decided to let go of all her inhibitions.

“Ugh, waah…”

“Miyeon?”

“D-Daddy… P-please stroke Miyeon’s head more… P-please love Miyeon more… Ugh, waaaah…”

“…….”

…Oops.

The moment a hint of surprise was felt on Sung Taekyung’s usually composed expression, Yang Miyeon’s temporarily loosened mind returned.

She was engulfed by the feeling of cold sweat running down the back of her neck, thinking she had momentarily crossed the line by getting too caught up in the mood.

Fortunately, however, Sung Taekyung had already experienced various kinks from many women besides Yang Miyeon, so he could fully accept this kink of hers too.

“Yes, yes. Our Miyeon. You wanted to act spoiled for Daddy, didn’t you?”

“Yes, yes. Daddy can grant whatever our Miyeon wants, so don’t worry.”

“Ugh, waah… Daddy, waaaah…”

…I could die happy now.

No, perhaps this place is already heaven.