episode_0002

The beginning was tough, but it got easier afterwards.

My grades were just average, a solid B.

I was one of those students that the homeroom teachers would do anything to push up to an A.

In our class, there was no one else with a B grade, so I was able to monopolize the sweet attention of our homeroom teacher.

With my decent grades and a teacher who needed results.

She had to report something to the school, and for me, seeing her face was a pleasure.

We spent time alone together during after-school English study sessions, using English as an excuse.

It was the only time in school that made my heart flutter.

“You don’t understand why the present perfect tense is needed in English?”

“No.”

“There’s not much difference, really. It’s used to emphasize a fact.”

“Ah…”

She had a talent for explaining things easily.

With a gentle and calm voice, she would clearly convey the facts I wanted to know. It was a natural talent for delivering information.

For example, like this, like that.

Listening to her words, cause and effect became clear, and the sequence of events was established.

Of course, all the talk about studying was just a ploy to grab attention.

It never became the main focus.

“Teacher, do you have ‘Dungeon-Crawling Dragon’ on your desktop? How much did that cost?”

“Hey!”

Yoo Seoyoung glared at me with raised eyebrows. It was a bit intimidating, but even that was cute.

“Do you always talk about random things like this?”

I got scolded on the first day.

But after that, she became quite friendly.

“Ugh. What’s with people who play dating sims…”

“My little brother installed it!”

“Your brother plays dating sims, and the teacher just stays quiet? Really?”

I laughed, and she bit her lip.

She looked angry.

She raised her hand and grabbed my head.

“Ah… the teacher is hitting the student.”

“What’s with the teacher? Just because you passed the teacher certification exam. Huh? And you talk a lot about games at first sight?”

“It’s a hobby.”

“I have hobbies too.”

I glanced at her chest briefly.

I couldn’t help but let my gaze wander in that direction.

“What? Did you look at my chest?”

“I didn’t.”

“Sure. You’re always talking about perverted games.”

She chuckled and unbuttoned one button of her blouse, revealing her heavy chest.

Two large mounds. I almost lost my mind looking at the beautifully sculpted valley beneath her collarbone.

The scent of a mature woman. The smell of shampoo wafted over.

My heart pounded hard, and the blood rushed quickly.

“Why are you so flustered? Hm?”

At that moment, I was lost.

I couldn’t help it.

“Ah…”

Yoo Seoyoung’s body was too provocative.

When she sat on the edge of the chair, her dangerously short skirt rode up slightly, revealing the thighs pressed against the chair.

If I avoided her gaze, her overly large, provocative chest was in full view.

“Do you always look at the teacher like this? With a lustful gaze? Hm?”

“Ah.”

“It’s a joke.”

On the way home that day, my heart raced like crazy.

All sorts of fantasies and images wouldn’t leave my mind.

No game or video could excite me that day.

We spent several days like that.

We became quite close from the first day and talked often about hobbies.

We even ate together sometimes.

“What? Is this your first time trying omakase?”

“I didn’t even know what omakase was.”

“You’re good at Japanese.”

“Why do you have such biases, teacher?”

Sometimes, we would push the boundaries of our ambiguous relationship, neither friends nor lovers.

“Teacher, you’re pretty, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to die?”

“No. Even though I say you’re pretty, you’re still like that. Annoying.”

“Do you have a crush on me?”

“Hmm. A little?”

She laughed as she nudged my arm. It was clearly a mocking laugh, but there was no malice behind it.

An ambiguous relationship. An ambiguous tension.

She was a woman who made me feel like I might die in multiple ways when we were together.

“But you still need to work hard on your English, right? Hmm?”

“I am.”

“You’re always doing it. Always?”

She took out her phone and played games or read novels while I studied. Sometimes she brought her laptop to play games.

It was cute, but slightly annoying.

“What’s this? You brought your laptop too?”

“I use it to watch lectures.”

“Just try playing games.”

“I can do that during break time, right?”

A few minutes later.

We were both playing games on our laptops. And they were pretty intense action games.

“Hey, damn it. Did the principal pass by?”

“No?”

“He didn’t pass by? Really?”

It felt like we had gone back to our high school days. Like kids. Laughing and joking around while playing games together with a bit of excitement.

And then it was the end of the second semester.

All the students were getting ready to go to college after graduation.

I confessed to her.

I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

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On the day of graduation, I grabbed her wrist tightly and dragged her away as if I were going to rape her.

And then I confessed desperately.

“It was a bit of a stupid confession.”

What did I say?

Did I have selective amnesia?

I just couldn’t remember.

But I did vividly describe how beautiful she was.

How cute she looked.

Even though she was a rookie teacher at 25, she was probably much more mature than me. But her face was quite serious.

And I was grateful for that.

She accepted my rookie-like feelings of love as they were. She didn’t mock me for confessing to a young student out of a sense of superiority.

“You’re too young.”

“So what if I’m young? I’m fine, you know.”

“No. How would your parents feel?”

At that moment, it felt like there was a huge age barrier between us.

Now I can understand her feelings, but back then, every word felt like a dagger. It sounded like an excuse to avoid meeting me because she didn’t want to.

“But… your eyes.”

Her gaze wasn’t one of disdain towards a younger man. It was more like a look of wanting someone to hold her. But at that moment, I couldn’t catch on.

“Just go to college first. Seonghyun. Okay?”

She smiled, her face slightly blushing.

The slight sadness hidden within her smile stabbed at my heart like a knife.

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“Ah, it hurts. Stop. Ugh. I don’t like it.”

“But you seem to like it?”

“J-Jagiya. It really hurts! Ah! Aaah!”

During my college life, I met a lot of women.

The void left by the teacher had grown so large in my heart that I had to do anything to fill it.

But.

“Are you crazy? Are you insane? Why are you so inconsiderate?”

“I’m sorry.”

“If it hurts, say it hurts! Listen to me!”

Even in the midst of that, I found myself half-smiling as I looked at her bright red buttocks.

What could I do?

What I wanted was the visual conquest of seeing her buttocks turn bright red, but what I really missed was her crying and begging, desperately seeking my love.

How could I resist that?

Meeting several women slowly made me realize.

That I was a twisted human being.

There was one incident.

“Jagi. Who was the woman you were talking about in your sleep? Yuseoyoung? Yunseoyoung?”

“Hmm? That’s the name of my homeroom teacher. Are you my classmate?”

“Never mind. Leave.”

“No.”

“Leave.”

Ah. I was in love after all.

Long time no see – I felt the desire to indulge in reminiscing about the past.

So, I casually searched about her.

Yoo Seoyoung. If she were alive, I wanted to meet her again and see her face, now not as a student but as a man and a woman facing each other.

But.

She was dead.

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A teacher at Seoul High School,

Suicide.

It was the headline of the news.

‘Why…?’

I started searching the internet like crazy.

‘Mr. Yoo, a high school teacher, was revealed to have been running a cult that dealt with lewd content on Twitter.’

‘Huh?’

My hands were trembling.

‘Mr. Yoo, after the video was exposed and his identity revealed, took more than twenty pills at his own home…’

My heart started beating roughly.

She, killed herself.

‘No.’

I thought it was just a simple breakup.

Even if she hated me.

Or we parted ways briefly due to something unpleasant.

I thought we could eventually meet again and smile together.

Even if we weren’t in a romantic relationship, if we could just chat in a cafe – it would have been really nice.

‘Yoo Seoyoung.’

I felt my sanity slipping away.

Only then did I realize that I loved her. I also realized how such emotions could shatter my soul so miserably.

A broken love made the world seem desolate.

After that, no other woman could enter my heart.

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And so, I went back to high school.

First year of high school.

Whether it was a blessing from the gods or the devil’s trick, I somehow got a chance.

‘I didn’t know you had such tastes.’

After investigating her, various slave play and humiliation play emerged from her past Twitter.

And they were quite hardcore.

‘Damn.’

I could have done it better.

I was much better than those guys, and I could have taken care of you.

I was frustrated.

The blue moon was hanging in the sky.

‘I am twisted.’

I prefer an oppressive relationship over equal love.

I found punishment and reward sexier than a kiss of love.

But even at this twisted age, I ultimately seek pure love.

I cannot accept that the woman I loved faced such a miserable end in her past life.

‘My one and only teacher.’

For my one and only lover, who will become my faithful slave.

In this life, I want to dedicate all my pure love to her.