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March 8th.

Spring.

School opening ceremony.

With a fluttering heart, I woke up precisely at 7 a.m.

There wasn’t any particular reason, but I resumed my morning routine of taking a bath and dressing neatly.

The man in the mirror wearing the school uniform… he looked so cool that I doubted if it was really me.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

The woman I loved the most in my past life.

My first love,

My homeroom teacher,

My slave.

Yoo Seoyoung.

I wonder how she will react when she sees me.

I arrived at school around 7:50 a.m.

There was still 1 hour and 25 minutes until classes started.

It was an unforgivable mistake for a smart regressor, but my heart was too excited, and I made a mistake.

“I came here for no reason.”

Unable to do anything else, I started walking down the hallway. Walking.

In my past life, where I had to stare at the chart window until my eyes hurt, it was a rare habit I had developed.

After walking for about 30 minutes and catching my breath, I already felt healthier.

As I was walking,

-Thud.

Suddenly, a strong impact hit my shoulder.

“…?”

Who is it. Is this a fight with me?

My body, trained through two years of hardship, held firm, but the other person fell.

And she let out quite a pitiful scream.

“Eek!”

“I don’t like women.”

Except for Yoo Seoyoung, all other women were just lumps of flesh in my stomach.

Who would want to have any relationship with such things.

Even for a monster girl maniac, they were off-limits.

But.

“You should watch where you’re going!”

The person who fell unexpectedly in front of me was a woman.

“Oh.”

Beautiful.

Although it’s not the era to praise her beauty extravagantly, a stunningly beautiful woman was lying on the floor of the hallway.

“Could it be.”

Brown waves.

A chest that seemed like it could burst.

Blouse.

High heels.

My first homeroom teacher.

She raised her eyebrows as if scolding me and asked me what I was going to do about the scattered documents.

My heart raced.

“Are you okay?”

“Thank you.”

“I’m the one who bumped into you. Sorry.”

“Bumped into me? What? Oh. You mean you ran into me. It’s okay. You still helped pick up the papers.”

Although her words sounded a bit strange, her smile was bright.

Even in the midst of the papers, her smile shone brilliantly under the morning sunlight.

“I still feel excited even after regressing.”

My choice seems to be right after all.

I still feel fluttery when I see her.

“Then I’ll go for now. Oh, Seonghyun. Are you in Class 3?”

“Yes.”

“I’m the homeroom teacher for Class 3.”

There was no way she wouldn’t know.

“Let’s get along well from now on.”

“Let’s get along well?”

I smiled. I felt very good since the morning.

“Yes.”

“So, does anyone want to be the class president for real?”

I sat in the middle and looked at her chest.

Normally, I should sit at the back and do something else, but then I couldn’t observe Yoo Seoyoung closely.

“I’ll do it.”

“Oh, Seonghyun.”

She smiled as she looked at me.

Strangely, the other boys showed no interest in the new homeroom teacher.

They just kept a poker face or ignored her, staring at their phones.

They probably didn’t think she was their type.

“The eyes are like buttonholes and the head is just a hat rack.”

To not be even slightly attracted to such a beautiful woman, they must be gay without a doubt.

“Then, Seonghyun will be the class president. Since you’re the president, clean up before you go. Got it?”

“Oh.”

Suddenly.

Memories from my past life began to flow in like a rushing stream.

This kind of flow had definitely happened before.

She ordered me to clean – and I disobeyed.

In return, I was beaten until my hands bled.

“If you don’t clean, you’ll be hit ten times for each item here. Make sure you do it. Got it?”

My body trembled.

If I continued like this – I would recreate the experiences from my past life, and she and I would be entwined in the same way as before.

“Of course, teacher.”

I had no intention of cleaning.

I willingly wanted to be hurt by her.

The skin marked with red lines not only signified pain, but also served as evidence of submission and love.

That’s why I was pleased.

With each strike she delivered, or each rough touch, the scars Seoyoung left on me would live on forever.

As she savored the pain she inflicted on me – I could exact revenge on Seoyoung with love and resentment.

I did not want to avoid pain.

Instead, I hoped that tomorrow’s wounds would be as painful and eternal as possible.

To love her for a lifetime, to dedicate all kinds of desires, obsessions, coercion, and affection.

To make you my goddess.

“This relationship was twisted from the start.”

In my past life, she rejected my sincere love.

The wounds she inflicted lasted for weeks.

When she died, I suffered for months.

That was fine.

If I didn’t choose you, love would end. If Seoyoung didn’t choose me, that love could never be realized.

But you, who left me, had to be happy.

Even if you met another man, you had to live happily until the end.

But in the end, you failed and made me realize.

“Separation is more dreadful than infidelity.”

So.

A bad teacher must be punished.

The next day.

“Class president. Come with me. Now.”

Seoyoung spoke with cold eyes.

Raising her eyebrows slightly, she pierced through me with a vague gaze.

I started to get excited by the authority she displayed.

“With this, I can reconnect with the teacher.”

The brief pain and scars that connected us.

The small interest we had in each other. What hobbies we had. What this person liked and disliked.

That precious bond had developed our relationship, and it would be revived again.

My heart and body trembled as one.

I walked carefully towards her, making sure not to get an erection.

I was nervous.

Seoyoung’s fetish was already in place.

About 20% dominance, 80% submission. A switch. A woman who constantly craved affection while transcending submission and dominance.

The pain I experienced today would fill her slight sadism. It was a seasoning to make Seoyoung’s life as a slave more enjoyable in the future.

I extended my thickened palm.

“Hit me hard. Teacher.”

I prayed for her to hit me as hard as possible. To remember today’s pain until I die, and to feel a sense of conquest every time I punish her.

She slowly glared at me. The bat rising up.

“What did you do wrong, huh?”

She asked, as if in a daze.

As if it was nothing.

She pointed out my mistake and tried to correct it. It was the attitude of an absolute authority figure.

Even that look was sexy.

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“I didn’t clean this morning.”

“You couldn’t resist me in your past life.”

Seoyoung smiled ever so slightly.

“I see.”

She slightly parted her voluptuous lips – and let out a white sigh.

“Ah. Finally.”

Our twisted fate was continuing.

The first pain she inflicted on me was to violate my palm.

A wound to linger in the soul.

My heart swelled with anticipation.

“From now on, you will receive ten hits.”

“…Yes.”

Tremors seeped from the end of her voice.

Due to the atmosphere, the others didn’t notice, but my pants were stiff as if going crazy.

“Really, this perverted bastard. I…”

I had no intention of denying it anyway.

In my past life, I lived as a masochist, and I intended to do the same in this life.

And you will become the happiest slave, kneeling beneath me, ready to be hit with this cane.

-Thwack.

When the thin cane hit my palm, a lightning-like pain surged through me.

Just one strike.

Just one strike, but the burning sensation in my palm quickened my blood flow and made my heart race.

But I endured it.

I wanted to be hit until blood spilled. This wasn’t enough.

“Aren’t you counting?”

An authoritarian tone.

I submitted.

“One strike.”

-Thwack!

“…”

People who whip others usually have a certain sadistic tendency.

It can’t be helped.

It’s truly amazing. Slaves moan with pleasure while being whipped.

They start to wonder.

If I were in that position, would I kneel on all fours?

If I were in that position, would I submit to my master and lick his shameful parts?

If I were in that position, would I be humiliated while being violated?

Such thoughts arise.

“Two strikes.”

-Thwack!

After receiving three strikes, my palm felt numb, and for a moment, I lost sensation.

‘Ah.’

I would have preferred to become Yoo Seo-yeong’s slave.

But I wasn’t willing to give in.

I wanted to see Yoo Seo-yeong kneeling under my legs, begging for love with her beautiful body.

I wanted to change into a female slave who worshipped my dirty penis, thanked me for hitting her, and knew no one but me.

That’s why-

‘Please. Let there be blood on my palm.’

I beg you, Yoo Seo-yeong.

“Three strikes.”

-Thwack!

At that moment.

The cane broke, and blood spurted from my palm.

I bit my lip.

The pain was hot and piercing.

But the burning pleasure in my brain was not resentment, but a burning joy.

“There’s blood.”

“There’s blood.”

They muttered in confusion, but it wasn’t worth looking at their faces.

My eyes were solely focused on the homeroom teacher’s expression.

A face trying to appear calm. His eyebrows were slightly raised, but they were trembling slightly.

That was the emotion of confusion.

‘Good.’

There was a subtle blush on her face, and her breath seemed slightly faster.

A slightly excited look.

I had some doubts if she was always like this, but I pushed them aside.

“Seong-hyun, come to the office.”

Without even looking into my eyes, she said.

With that,

Once again, I was entangled with Yoo Seo-yeong.