episode_0035

Baek Ji-hwan.

My science teacher…

My first love.

Seeing her again after so long, she looked exactly as I remembered.

The one who cheered me on and counseled me when other kids bullied and teased me.

While it could be seen as simply fulfilling her duties as a teacher, to me, who was incredibly stressed back then, there were more than enough reasons to like her.

The age gap was only about seven years, so I thought it was entirely possible.

“Long time no see, teacher.”

“…Yes, long time no see… You’ve… changed a lot…?”

“You haven’t changed at all, teacher.”

Was I this small?

Before, I had to look up to her, but now it’s the opposite.

Her dark brown eyes looking up at me. I could see a hint of fear in them.

“Ye… yes. I’m… the same. Yes, the same.”

“The school has changed a lot. Could you… show me around?”

“…Yes. Let’s do that. Follow me.”

The click-clack of her heels echoed down the hallway.

The teacher quickening her pace to keep up with my stride. Her worried expression as she tried to walk ahead of me was both admirable and cute.

“How have you been?”

“Um, well. The same, I guess.”

“Really…? I hear a lot about other kids, but not much about Haeyeon.”

“I’m doing well.”

The conversation was dry and unemotional.

The awkwardness of seeing each other after so long. This time, filled with an uncomfortable tension, wasn’t so bad as I tried to break the ice with small talk.

We walked down the hallway, our conversation stilted and fragmented.

We climbed the stairs, and walked down another hallway.

The counseling room, the English classroom, the music room… from the first floor to the fourth, and then down to the basement.

When we reached the science lab in the basement, the teacher spoke again.

“Do you remember this place? This is where… you were crying.”

“…Ah, that time? This is where you first counseled me…”

“Yes… you were crying so hard. I was curious, what happened.”

“I was grateful back then. It helped me a lot.”

“Really? That’s good to hear.”

With a series of beeps, the science lab door opened.

Various pieces of experimental equipment lined the wall-mounted display cases; a high chair and a black marble desk were visible.

The classroom was predominantly white and black. A faint smell of alcohol hung in the air.

I… liked this place. Yes, I think I did.

During lunchtime, I would come here and talk to the teacher about various things.

She listened silently to my stories, occasionally responding or asking questions. It was simply nice. Spending time with her, talking with her, it was good.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been alone together.”

“That’s true. We were together every lunchtime.”

“Hee hee… it’s all memories now.”

She locked the door to the science lab.

The teacher stood in front of the science lab’s lectern, seeming to reminisce.

I went behind her and hugged her tightly.

“…Haeyeon?”

“Teacher. Do you know?”

“Let go of me.”

“You were my first love.”

“Haeyeon.”

I looked at her hand resting on the lectern.

I saw a silver ring on her left ring finger.

“I like you.”

“Haeyeon, let go.”

“Back then… I wanted to cherish you. Like how you save your favorite food to eat last, you know?”

“St… stop…”

“Because I liked you, because I loved you, I wanted to cherish you and keep you precious until the very end.”

*Crack!*

A crack appeared in the silver ring on her left ring finger.

I grabbed the ring with my thumb and forefinger, applying pressure. The ring cracked and broke.

“If I’d known you’d be taken away like this, I would have eaten you up sooner.”

“Haeyeon… stop… please…”

“Ha… why… couldn’t it be me? I can make you happier.”

“Please… sob…”

*Rip!* The sound of fabric tearing.

“Kyaak…!”

I tore her clothes and grabbed her neck, lifting her onto the lectern.

As I tore her short skirt and stockings, I saw a slightly hairy vulva.

“Teacher, I love you. Yes, I love you. No matter how much I think about it, I can’t explain this feeling if it’s not love.”

“Haeyeon… I… I don’t… I don’t want to…”

“I already have a wife, you know. So… today. You’re mine for today only.”

“Don’t… do this… I don’t… want to…”

I pulled down my pants, revealing my large penis.

The teacher’s eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, teacher. It won’t hurt.”

“Ah… ah…”

“Puh, haa… you’re cute. Adorable.”

I briefly kissed her lips.

I wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes and brought my glans to her vulva.

*Squelch!* My glans easily entered.

“Haa… warm. Good…”

“Ugh… uh…”

“Don’t hold back. Tell me how you feel.”

“This… is rape…”

The teacher glared at me.

Yes… it starts as rape, I guess.

“You’ll end up liking it anyway.”

“…What…?”

“Everyone does. At first, they say no, ‘this is rape,’ ‘don’t do this,’ ‘I don’t want to’… but in the end, they beg for more. Don’t worry. It’ll feel good.”

“Uu, uugh…”

*Crunch!*

The sensation of her tight vagina being forcibly stretched.

The pain quickly turns to pleasure, her screams morphing into moans.

I slowly moved my hips, thrusting my penis all the way in.

I lifted and crushed her cervix, pushing it all the way to the root.

I manipulate her vulva, used by another man, making it my own.

“Fwu… it’s all in… ❤︎”

“Ah….ah…uh…ah…”

“How does it compare to your husband’s?”

“E… uh… ugh… oh…”

“Can’t you hear me? …Oh well, it doesn’t matter.”

After pushing my penis all the way in, I waited a moment. Her vaginal walls quivered, clinging to my penis.

Her cervix opened, its lips clamping onto my glans; her vaginal walls trembled, clinging to the shaft of my penis.

I slowly pulled back, and her cervix and vaginal walls came out with my penis.

“Kwuououout…❤︎”

“Look at the vulva come out with it. Haa, so cute. My teacher ❤︎”

“H, uhk… ugh… ugh…o, oh ❤︎”

“I want to take you home… but I already have a lot, so… I’ll have to restrain myself.”

A series of loud *thuds* echoed.

With each thrust of my hips, I could see her thigh fat jiggling.

With every thrust, her fluids splattered, and rough moans escaped her.

“U, huk…❤︎ Th… this… what… is this?!…❤︎”

“How is it, teacher… good?”

“Goo, aaht…❤︎Gooood❤︎ Goooodaaht❤︎”

*Thud thud thud-*

I continued to thrust, crushing and mashing her cervix. I churned her vulva with my hard penis and let my cum fill it.

With a *bloop bloop* sound, my cum filled her cervix.

“K, kwuououout…❤︎”

I carefully withdrew my penis; with a *plop* sound, my cum flowed out.

Between the creamy white liquid, I felt chunks like cheese. Large clumps of cum flowed from her vulva, forming a puddle on the floor.

“Turn around.”

“…Why…? I… just… finished…”

“Puh… I wonder if your husband finishes with just one…”

“Ah… don’t… ple…ase…”

“I won’t kill you. Why would I kill you?”

“I don’t… want to…”

“You’re so cute, really ❤︎ Cute.”

I turned her over and grabbed her large buttocks.

It fit perfectly in my hand, the flesh bulging between my fingers. I spread her buttocks open and plunged my penis back into her vulva.

“Kwuouoot..❤︎”

“Ha… huut… haa… warm…❤︎ How is it? Teacher… you won’t be satisfied with your husband’s penis anymore.”

“U, eek… oh…❤︎”

“What a… foolish expression.”

I grabbed her hair and lifted her head. She had a completely melted expression.

Her dull eyes, the drool dripping from her mouth… her beautiful appearance was completely ruined by pleasure.

Her makeup was smeared and smudged with sweat, tears, and saliva. Her face was melted, painted with pleasure. She made a foolish face, dumbly moaning.

Though the teacher I admired had disappeared, I liked this new version even more.

That I ruined the beautiful teacher I respected, that I made her succumb to pleasure.

That fact pleased me immensely.

“I love you, teacher.”

“Lo… ve…”

“Yes, I love you. Truly.”

I whispered my love into her ear.

I branded the word ‘love’ into her soft, pliable brain.

When she comes to her senses, she’ll probably claim it never happened and run away. But that’s fine. I’ll imprint love in her mind and train her body with pleasure until she returns, it’s just a matter of time.

“This is what you like, right? How tight your vulva feels.”

“Hik… kuk… kook❤︎ kooot❤︎”

“Can you feel your cervix? The throbbing part… How does it feel?”

“So,… hot… thro…bbing…”

“I see, you’re ovulating.”

“O…vu…la…ting…?”

“Yes, have sex during ovulation… and you’ll get pregnant.”

Pregnancy.

At the mention of those two words, her vulva constricted strongly.

She wriggled her vulva, seeming to beg for my cum.

“Do you want to get pregnant?”

“Pre…gna…nt… huk… ooook❤︎ ooook❤︎ oook❤︎”

“Now, cervix… *squeeze squeeze…* squeeze…❤︎”

“Sque… squeeze… kwuouout?! Sque… uuuuugh❤︎”

I thrust my hips shortly, squeezing her cervix. I poked it; her soft, malleable cervix was enjoyable to torment.

The urge to cum came over me.

I pressed myself against her and brought my glans to her cervix.

“Uuuut… haa, I-I’m going to…cum?”

“Cum, pleaaaase!”

“H, uuuut…❤︎”

Again, I filled her cervix with cum.

I played with her for a while, emptying her before filling her with fresh cum again.

Suppressing my urge to make her pregnant, I poured in cum that would *not* result in pregnancy.

The sticky, thick cum flowed down and onto the floor.

“Haa, that was good, teacher.”

“He, heek… huk…”

“I’m leaving my number. Call me if you get horny.”

I lightly slapped her trembling buttocks, leaving handprints, and bit her neck before leaving.

The room was filled with the strong scent of female and male. As I opened the door, a relatively cool breeze rushed in.

With a *thud*, the teacher’s body fell to the floor. I briefly chuckled as I watched her cum-stained clothes.

“See you later, teacher ❤︎”