episode_0026

Yoo Seoyoung nestled into my arms and sobbed quietly.

Her back seemed to ache as she whimpered, but there were no visible injuries. I held her close, continuing to stroke her gently.

Sobbing Yoo Seoyoung.

She still had her face buried in my chest, showing no signs of getting up.

“Have you reflected on your actions?”

“Yes…”

When she didn’t pout, I used formal speech while she used informal speech.

I had no complaints.

In fact, I found the difference in our speech styles to be sexy, highlighting the contrast between our daily lives.

That’s why moments like this were rare.

“We both use formal and informal speech.”

This mutual respect made the atmosphere feel loving and warm.

She hugged me tighter, clinging to me like a small animal.

“Come here.”

“Mm…”

We shared a long kiss, soft and gentle without any tongue involved.

Sobbing.

She blushed, her face still wet with tears, and nibbled on my ear.

It was adorable.

“Do you feel guilty often? In general?”

She didn’t say anything, just looked up at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“A lot.”

“Why do you feel like you have committed so many sins?”

Moonlight illuminated the messy puddles we had created. We would have to clean it all up once the play was over.

“It’s not that I have.”

“…”

“I just always feel like I should be punished.”

“I see.”

I held her close, one hand stroking her head and the other on her back.

-You are not that kind of person.

-You don’t need to be punished.

I could have easily said those simple and straightforward words.

But I didn’t want to.

It wasn’t my place to say, and if she felt that way, I had no right to deny it.

Even if it was a matter of the heart.

Even if she felt guilty, I respected her.

“I will punish you more in the future. Okay?”

“Hehe.”

“Whenever you need it. Until you reflect.”

It was sincere.

I held her warm head close.

If you feel guilty, you must love that guilt as well.

For whatever reason, if you want punishment and forgiveness, I would always be there to punish and forgive her.

I hoped the process would be sweet.

“You also want to punish, don’t you?”

“Quite a bit.”

The teacher and I smiled at each other.

The relationship between lovers and slaves. It was still nothing, but the kiss was warm enough.

After spending such a sweet and lovely time.

We were doing something we shouldn’t be doing.

“Sigh…”

This wasn’t a motel.

No matter how messy the play was, the motel staff didn’t come to clean it up… someone had to clean the floor.

“Why is there so much mess?”

“Can you keep it down? It’s embarrassing.”

She grumbled as she wiped the desk. I said.

“Isn’t it embarrassing for a slave in the first place?”

“It is.”

Her response came too easily, and I chuckled.

“No. But why are the owner and the slave cleaning together? Isn’t this the slave’s job?”

“Then you should clean up your own semen.”

“Wouldn’t that be to my advantage?”

“From now on, you’ll be the one swallowing semen.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to be punished?”

“No. I’m the owner, remember? Show some self-awareness. Teacher.”

She got angry and rushed at me. I pushed her down with force. She said.

“Seonghyun.”

“…What?”

“Hug me.”

Still.

I couldn’t help but love the fact that you said such things. I lifted her into a princess-like embrace.

“Hehe! This is so exciting.”

“Is it?”

I sat her on my lap, allowing her to rest her head on my chest.

“What if things get dirty like this? No matter how much we joke around…”

“Gah! Safe word!”

For the first time in my life, she said the safe word. It was funny and cute.

“Do you really need to use the safe word for something like this?”

“It’s not like it costs anything. Just don’t say it because it’s embarrassing.”

She turned her head abruptly.

Surprisingly, she’s embarrassed about this. This person.

“Rules are rules.”

“Ugh… then you won’t tease me anymore?”

“That’s right. You said the safe word, teacher.”

I said matter-of-factly.

It was surprisingly touching. She pulled me into a hug with both arms.

Her soft and warm chest covered my face. A subtle scent lingered.

“I like that side of you too.”

“Me too.”

“We’re just casually saying we like each other now. Isn’t this a confession?”

“Between a slave and a master, this is how it goes.”

“Hehe.”

She lightly tapped my nose with her finger.

“Nonsense.”

She hesitated slightly.

“So, between a slave and a master, do they also have babies?”

I was excited.

Please bear my child, my master. Is there a confession more thrilling than that?

Since primitive times, the most exciting confession for a man would be those words.

I chuckled for a moment but then, with a shameless expression, I replied.

“If it’s part of the play, then it should be done.”

The teacher looked at me incredulously.

“Then what happens to that baby? Is it like a product of the play?”

“It’s parenting play.”

“You’re insane…”

Neither she nor I had any intention of having a proper logical discussion. If we could just laugh and pass the time, that was enough.

“Seohyun.”

“Yes?”

“Really, won’t you cover me?”

“I like the expression ‘cover me’. It seems like the appropriate attitude for a slave.”

I said jokingly.

She chuckled softly.

“Even when you stand up for your pride, I like that too.”

“Me too.”

-The End.

A light kiss. I lingered on her lips once more. What would the kids say if they saw this?

“How about trying something really scandalous, like being naked together. Then I could even give you a baby injection.”

Words that were far from what could be considered a relationship between a student and a teacher were exchanged. But Yoo Seoyoung didn’t seem to mind.

She chuckled and said, “Naked together? Do you like that kind of thing? Hehe…”

“It depends on the mood. I don’t like being naked together in a lovey-dovey atmosphere. I prefer being forced a little in a situation where I can’t refuse.”

“You’re really a pervert.”

She looked up at the ceiling and suddenly asked me, “But Seohyun.”

“Yes?”

“Am I not too vulgar?”

Yoo Seoyoung took off her white shirt and fastened the hook of her black bra. The play was over. To go back home, she had to put on underwear and then a shirt on top.

Her slightly illuminated body was beautiful.

“Earlier, even though we were like that, I… left.”

I looked at her. She put on the white shirt, one arm at a time, buttoning it up, adjusting her clothes.

“I thought I might be too vulgar and perverted. I even thought you might not like it.”

Yoo Seoyoung spoke with a slightly dark expression. I put down the cleaning tools and approached her.

“Hehe… what are you doing…”

And then, I said the words she most wanted to hear.

“I like you.”

Her body slightly froze. I could hear her heartbeat, even from here.

“I like that side of you too… In fact, I also like the teacher who feels guilty about such things. A lot.”

“…Which one weighs more for you?”

This was almost like a confession. But she hesitated slightly and said, “I’m bad. Which one is more important?”

“You, a person like me…”

She stopped in the middle of her sentence.

It wasn’t the right time to say such things yet.

But still.

I wanted to rid her heart of its shadows. If you couldn’t do it yourself – then I would do it with my own strength. Even if it was forced.

So, I threw out a bold declaration.

“Within this week, I will make you my lover.”

She looked at me.

I looked back at her.

We stayed like that for a while. Eventually, Yoo Seoyoung’s expression softened slightly.

“You’re kind, Baek Seonghyun.”

It was definitely a violent confession.

I won’t care about your intentions. I will make you mine unconditionally.

But perhaps, for her, it was an act of consideration.

“I know how to be considerate.”

“I guess I am.”

It had been a week since she and I entered into a master-slave relationship. If our relationship couldn’t deepen further, according to the contract, our bond would be severed.

That’s why, before March ended.

I wanted to become her boyfriend.

‘Ah.’

In that moment, a thought crossed my mind.

“Ah. Is this really your house?”

In front of us stood a three-story house that I had bought.

The building, wrapped in red bricks, had a serene feel to it. It gave off a slightly imposing, prison-like vibe, but it seemed well-constructed.

“It will be finished in two to three days. The construction, that is.”

She didn’t expect her mouth to close.

“Let’s start with the basement.”

“What kind of landlord introduces the basement first…”

I opened the door to the basement with a key.

Since I had left the air conditioning on yesterday, the air inside was quite cool. The new house smell had mostly dissipated.

“Insane… what is this?”

“It’s a music practice room.”

“Why is there a whip hanging on the wall of the music practice room?”

“That’s… for percussion instruments.”

‘It was a bit much.’

The house cost five hundred million won, and three million went into the interior design alone. I looked around.

The black-finished, soft-looking walls.

A floor that wouldn’t feel hard even if you crawled around on it. It was similar to the flooring of a judo or taekwondo studio.

Waterproof and durable.

“You can even throw a tantrum here, Teacher. Aren’t you happy?”

“You crazy bastard. Be quiet.”

She picked up the paddle hanging on the wall and started hitting me. Slap. Slap. Slap. But soon, she looked at me with a slightly pitiful expression.

“But you, you’re amazing.”

As expected.

Is a woman’s praise a weapon?

A strange sense of satisfaction and accomplishment washed over me.

I may have regressed, but anyway. In the standards of this world, isn’t the measure of all things not money?

From the world’s perspective, I was quite a capable person.

“Teacher.”

“Yeah?”

I reached out my hand to her.

“There’s an upstairs too.”

“Wow…”

Yoo Seoyoung, following behind me with an excited expression, was adorable.

The first floor was a living space. There was a dining table, kitchen, sofa, and home theater where you could watch movies.

What caught her attention first was the home theater.

“There’s a home theater too.”

“There’s no TV.”

I imagined it.

The lovely Yoo Seoyoung, waking up roughly in our house, washing up, applying moisturizer to her face, and making breakfast.

‘Hehe. Did you wake up? Go wash up.’

Of course, that would never happen.

I wake up every morning at 5 am. Since I quite enjoy cooking, she probably won’t have to cook much.

“Cook together, laugh on the couch…”

When the atmosphere gets a bit steamy, I forcibly drag her downstairs. To the basement.

“It’s… too humid here.”

“Take off your clothes.”

I imagined her with a shameful face, lowering her skirt and asking for punishment with a slightly uplifted expression.

It was a fantastic life.

“This is the kitchen. Wow… What kind of restaurant is this?”

She marveled at the high-powered burner.

Every time Yoo Seo-young’s touch reached my house, my shoulders involuntarily tensed.

“If you become my lover, you can use it anytime.”

“Wow.”

She laughed softly.

Now, even if I openly flirt with her, she doesn’t get very flustered. She just blushes slightly and looks happy.

“I can cook a bit too.”

“Oh. What kind of cuisine?”

“I mainly cook British cuisine.”

British cuisine.

“Golden Ramsay and Jamie Oliver… they’re both British, right?”

It must be delicious. I wonder what the cuisine of the British Empire looks like.

With those thoughts in mind, I hugged her from behind.

“Here, you get dragged to the basement while cooking. To the basement.”

“…Ha…”

“Oh. There’s a bed upstairs too. Do you want to see it?”

“Are you seducing me right now?”

She looked at me shyly. I playfully kissed her lips and held her hand.

“There’s a double queen-size bed.”

“You bought a really big one.”

“Because we have to share it, right?”

Her expression brightened at that.

But.

There was still a shadow under her eyes.

The question of whether I deserve to be loved.

It’s quite a conceited question for a slave to ask.

“Just wait a little longer.”

Not right now, but eventually.

Slowly – I wanted to help her overcome that emotion.

After we become lovers.