episode_0022

There are quite a few strange things to think about.

For example, the school uniform.

There is no proper school uniform in this school.

Without name tags on the students’ chests, it was impossible to distinguish between the first-year and third-year students.

However.

On the first day, she said to me.

“Well then, go ahead. Oh, Seonghyun. Are you in Class 3 by any chance?”

“Yes.”

How did she know my name?

From that moment on, things felt strange.

A sense of discomfort that lingered all day.

Slightly eerie and spine-chilling, yet strangely drawn closer.

And anticipation.

Despite the fact that threatening a homeroom teacher just three days after meeting them was an unconventional act, there were many reasons why I was confident it would succeed.

Subconscious it may have seemed, but the reasons were clear.

“I like you, master.”

Love.

“What’s your identity? Are you a returnee?”

A playful question concealing true intentions.

“No, I’m not.”

A foolish denial.

“I don’t like lying.”

Wouldn’t I get a hundred spankings if I were caught?

Should I be the one to blame, or should she?

Or maybe both?

Well, experiencing such humiliation was somewhat refreshing and enjoyable.

I laughed while lying alone.

We were truly a foolish couple.

Spring day.

It has been a few days since that sheep transferred to another school.

Unbelievably, among the classmates, my nickname had become ‘trash.’

– Handsome human trash.

– Worthless jerk.

– Crazy bastard.

“Oh…”

Public opinion was truly remarkable.

Even I, with thick skin, felt a sense of being scratched. It felt like I might actually get stressed out if it continued a little longer.

“How can people be like that?”

“Are you even human if you do that?”

I let all these things pass by.

After all, rumors and gossip, topics ripe for chewing, always change.

But what I couldn’t tolerate…

“She likes the teacher.”

“Are they dating?”

“Seriously… with that level, she should be dating an idol. Why would she date a teacher? Well, she’s pretty but…”

Such words were spoken.

Especially the last one.

Remarks about the teacher’s low standards.

“Just because she has low self-esteem…”

I, who abhorred the thought of such words reaching Yeoseoyoung’s ears, approached them gently and ‘asked.’

“What did you say?”

The ones talking looked at me with fearful expressions.

I was 185cm tall, and half of my body was protein supplements. There was no one to mess with.

“No…”

“Watch your mouth.”

With that one word, half of them quieted down.

It was nice to have a calm atmosphere. I’ve always disliked noisy things.

“But… it’s a bit burdensome.”

But the more I was conscious that I had created the atmosphere, the more I couldn’t help feeling like I was sitting on pins and needles.

“Sigh…”

The school was meaningless without Yeoseoyoung.

I wanted to see the teacher quickly.

And so, it was 5 o’clock in the evening.

Falling in love with someone is such a powerful experience that the more you think about it, the more everything else seems meaningless.

Once again today, I was alone in the empty self-study room, waiting to meet her.

“…”

Now there were no stars in the night sky.

The memories of drinking beer and looking at the stars on the school rooftop with her, I felt like I would never forget them.

As I was thinking about how precious those days were.

-Drrrr.

“What are you doing? What are you thinking about?”

She entered, speaking arrogantly as if she were superior.

Unlike before, there was a slightly joyful smile on her lips.

I was glad.

“I have to maintain my dignity…”

I couldn’t hold back my laughter, like someone in love, and my lips curved up.

“Thinking strange thoughts again?”

“I thought about what the teacher likes.”

“Then you must be really mischievous.”

Conversations with her were generally enjoyable.

Love. Flirt. Kiss.

In addition, we communicated well. Our favorite topics were limited to online games and remembering the names of manga authors, but even when we talked about unrelated topics, it was quite enjoyable.

It felt like we were old lovers.

“Sigh…”

Yes.

I wanted to be her lover.

Eating together. Living together, going to karaoke, wasting time at amusement parks.

I wanted to flirt and have sex until our hearts were content on a trip.

“I have a car and a driver’s license.”

Of course, dating like this wasn’t bad. But it was frustrating.

It had been a week since she and I met.

I had thirty billion won, so why couldn’t we be lovers?

“Teacher.”

I asked her.

“Teacher, have you eaten dinner?”

“Do you not have any thoughts of becoming lovers?”

My heart skipped a beat. I always hoped she felt the same way about me.

“Uh… why?”

“Let’s eat together.”

“Oh…”

She smiled shyly at me.

“Oh, she caught on.”

What animal did she resemble?

If I had to say, she looked like a slightly cheeky hamster. Yu Seo-yeong said teasingly.

“Are you asking me out?”

“I still feel excited.”

Yu Seo-yeong had a bad habit of still seeing me as a high school student. Of course, I was still a high school student, but I wished she would see me as an adult since I was already of legal age and a returnee.

I spoke in a firm tone.

“Yes, I have a lot of money.”

“Are we eating together?”

“Of course. I don’t want to eat with anyone else.”

“Hmm… then. You…”

The homeroom teacher narrowed her eyes and smiled. She approached me with a grin.

“Are you asking me out on a date? Huh?”

A slightly expectant face.

Her blushing cheeks were so pretty that I almost stumbled.

“That’s right.”

It was true, but I didn’t want to admit it.

Something completely different came out of my mouth.

“What are you talking about? Even slaves and their owners go on dates.”

“There’s no romance.”

“But it’s romantic, right? A slave and an owner.”

“Hmph.”

I wondered how romantic it could be for a slave and an owner. She scoffed and spoke coolly like a frosty cat.

“I’ll buy the food. Come with me.”

“No need. Teacher, I have a lot of money…”

“Oh, be quiet and come with me!”

I ended up using 3 billion won to get a meal.

Outside. If you were a student at our school, you would immediately recognize us, as my face looked so mature that we looked like a college couple.

“Doesn’t she have any thoughts at all?”

Perhaps it was our first date.

I glanced at her face.

I was 185cm tall. I could easily look down at Yu Seo-yeong, so with just a slight tilt of my head, I could see her face.

“She looks like she’s having fun.”

Her expression seemed excited and nervous.

She had the expression of a dog out for a walk.

I couldn’t read her inner thoughts at all.

I said to her, “Omakase?”

“No. Are you crazy?”

She spoke as if she couldn’t believe it.

“It’s not like you to spend money like that – but I really wanted to eat high-quality sushi today.”

“I’ll pay for it. Teacher. Isn’t it the owner’s job to buy food for the slave?”

Most slaves don’t buy food.

Of course, it was a prejudice, but I wanted to buy at least the food for my master.

“Hmm… no. Even if you say that, it’s a bit much for a teacher to take advantage of a student.”

“After sucking up to you like that…”

“Hey!”

The teacher yelled angrily, veins popping out of her neck. Seeing her like that made me laugh involuntarily.

I looked at her hand.

The hand holding the handbag was on the right.

The hand with nothing was on the left.

Slightly,

I felt a bit greedy.

The white hand wasn’t empty.

“Hand, please.”

Even though it seemed like I could just say that… the words didn’t come out.

“I haven’t even tried dating.”

I felt a bit unjust. Why did it feel so difficult in front of Yoo Seoyoung?

Or maybe, I didn’t want to reveal my true feelings.

“Your hand is empty.”

“…No. Do you want me to carry your bag?”

She said, glaring at me as if she was snarling.

I was so surprised that I burst out laughing. What kind of life have I been living?

“It’s fine.”

I made a gesture of being okay and let her go. Anyway, life was long.

There would be many more days to play with her in the future. If- if only enough time accumulated, I thought I should just confess first.

“I think this place is nice.”

“Hey… this is…”

Sushiya. In Japan, a sushi restaurant that serves good sushi is called a sushiya. I didn’t search it on the internet, but the dinner omakase course seemed quite nice at 12,000 won per person.

“Do you… really want to go here?”

Yoo Seoyoung’s eyes fluttered.

How can she be this cute?

“I’ll pay, so let’s go.”

“Do you have a lot of money at home?”

“No, I told you. I have 3 billion in my bank account.”

-Gulp.

I heard her swallowing saliva. She wasn’t even listening to what I was saying.

Yoo Seoyoung’s gaze was fixed on the inside of the sushiya. It was fixed on the fatty tuna belly sushi, with a deep red color and oozing oil.

Like a child in a toy store looking at gifts.

.

.

.

We booked a private room, and every time a sushi came out, a man in a white hat brought us two pieces.

“This is, the amberjack sushi. Soy sauce is already sprinkled, so you don’t need to dip it separately.”

“Wow.”

She couldn’t close her open mouth. I was the same.

“Enjoy your meal.”

As the chef pulled back the curtain and left, she said to me as if she wanted to eat quickly.

“I need to go on a diet.”

“Don’t pretty girls always say that?”

“Pretty… girls?”

“Even though you haven’t gained weight, you always have to go on a diet.”

Certainly.

It was a comment that didn’t make me feel bad.

I’m the master.

I’m a melode.

I felt embarrassed.

‘Ah, damn…’

Perhaps my inner thoughts were revealed, Yoo Seoyoung patted my head as if comforting me.

It was truly pathetic- but it felt good when she patted my head.

“Hey. Are you working right now?”

As Yoo Seoyoung teased me with a mischievous smile, my inner master screamed.

I should have left a vibrator in her vagina before coming out.

Whenever she acts so rudely, I should educate her by turning it on.

I sighed and said,

“Actually… masters say that to their slaves.”

“Wow. You don’t have a separate lover. Right? That’s closer to a friend with benefits than a relationship.”

A friend with benefits is a partner relationship where they play together.

A relationship is a combination of a lover and a friend with benefits.

I quickly changed the subject.

“If you’re on a diet, do you plan to exercise?”

“No?”

Brazen.

“I… well. I’ve been doing boxing, but it doesn’t seem good for my knees, so I’m thinking of quitting.”

“Do you also use your fists?”

She seemed truly surprised. I laughed and said,

“If you’re weaker than me, you’ll win.”

“I don’t exercise.”

“We…”

I want to hold hands.

Eat together.

Exercise together.

With you…

But.

“Do you want to exercise together?”

“Hmm…”

She looked at me with a shy face.

“Do you want to date me?”

I wanted to slap her cheek a little.

Why does she act so high and mighty during the day when she’s so demure at night?

In fact, as a reincarnator, my mental age is probably higher than yours.

‘But… well. I’m still a fool too.’

As it turned out, I decided to go with the flow and just went ahead.

“I like you, teacher.”

“Uh…”

Her face turning red, she seemed flustered by the unexpected confession, but her lips kept curling up as if unable to stop.

After holding back a laugh for a moment, she asked me, “What do you want to do if we exercise together?”

“Swimming.”

“Hmm… Surprising, isn’t it? I thought I’d have you do Pilates or yoga.”

“That’s fine too. But why?”

“Just. Were you planning to make me do Kegel exercises or something?”

“Oh.”

I savored the sushi in my mouth. The rich taste of aged amberjack filled my mouth.

She seemed to be enjoying it too.

Whether it was because she hadn’t had sushi in a while or because it was so delicious, her expression of disbelief was adorable.

‘Indeed, she seems happy.’

“Of course, you should do it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re my slave, teacher. If I tell you to do something, you should do it. Oh. And don’t worry. I’ll be the one giving the orders.”

“You’re scary, Seonghyun.”

With a forced laugh, the homeroom teacher. She finished the sushi and said with a happy expression, “So why swimming?”

“Do you know how long an adult woman can hold her breath for?”

“Uh…”

“Between 50 seconds and 90 seconds.”

“Could it be that?”

Approaching her, I gave her a subtle smile.

“I like choking, hitting the neck until it’s bruised, or choking until the neck is suffocated.”

“Baek Seonghyun.”

“So I’ll have you do it. At least you should be able to endure it for about a minute without any problem.”

She made a slightly sweet expression, then whispered in my ear.

“…Master.”

“…”

“I like it.”

Today, it seemed difficult to pass without playing.

We returned to school.

‘Somehow it has become a place for playing.’

The closed self-study room had a slight sense of intimacy, which I liked. Seeing that the door was more than 4cm thick… I even thought that it might not have been what the designer intended.

“Uu… Master.”

Looking at me with a pleading expression as if asking for a kiss, Yoo Seoyoung. When I covered her lips,

“Uwut… Ueup… Chuueup… Huh…”

Was it because of the alcohol? Her slightly loosened lips and tongue touched me.

“Huh…”

As she breathed heavily, a slight sweetness emanated from her. The scent of beer.

Under the moonlight, Yoo Seoyoung said, “Is it delicious, Master?”

With a slightly smiling face, she touched me and said, “Do you like going on dates with me? Hehe. Hehehe…”

Ha.

She’s being demanding today.

Slightly choking with emotion, I squeezed her neck, and she endured the suffocation with a happy expression, eventually smiling painfully.

When she seemed to be struggling a bit, I let her go.

“Heu… He…”

“Do you want to keep being demanding? Hm?”

“Heu… Thank you for educating me…”

“…”

“I’m grateful.”

We were a bit drunk.

Yoo Seoyoung was quite drunk.

I pulled her closer.

“Nyehe…”

Grabbing her hair roughly, I put my tongue in her mouth.

I explored, explored, and explored.

“Hueut…”

I grabbed her chest forcefully. When I used all my strength to squeeze it hard,

“Kyaheut…”

She let out a slight cry. Her waist trembled slightly… as she twisted her body.

“If it hurts, tell me.”

“More…”

Without saying anything, she put another piece of chocolate in her mouth. Where does that keep coming from, those desserts?

A small piece of chocolate peeking out between her lips. Unable to resist, I pressed Yoo Seoyoung with my weight.

“Heueut…”

A woman who smiled happily as one of her breasts was touched violently. I laid her on the desk, frantically exploring her lips.

“Peup… Haa…”

Brown wavy hair scattered on the floor.

“Bring out the chocolate.”

“Hehe…”

We were happy,

And there was still plenty of chocolate left.

I asked Yoo Seoyoung to count, but the numbers and time stretched out, and we both ended up forgetting.

“Sigh…”

A night with moonlight streaming in.

I laid her on the desk, looking at her half-undressed body. My erection was as hard as iron.

It was difficult to endure.

She, with her shirt mostly unbuttoned, her sweaty chest exposed, spoke.

Breathing heavily.

“Master…”

Just casually, as if it were routine.

As if the question was obvious.

“I… don’t you want to take me? Master?”

‘Ah…’

There was me, who thought she was beautiful. There was a heart beating brightly. And there was a master who seemed somehow hurt.

‘A slave rebellion…’

We looked at each other as if finding it amusing. A look that seemed to say, “Come at me.”

A sense of intoxication.

But our minds were clearly sober.

“I think you need to be punished a little. Today?”

Smiling into her ear, I whispered,

“Hehe.”

Yoo Seoyoung laughed.