episode_0088

One.

Is Sihoo adjusting well?

Even though it’s an academy, I feel uneasy for no reason.

Still, it’s the first day, so nothing bad will happen… … ?

“You put that little child outside alone… … . I’m worried for no reason.”

ㅡTurp, trudge… … .

Iria walks down the hallway muttering.

Her gait was weak.

My steps were extremely heavy, full of worry and worry.

Iria was in charge of the graduating class for one semester as a teacher. And I was just leaving after briefly introducing myself and explaining the contents of the class in front of the students.

‘I don’t even remember what I just said and came down… … .’

Even as she entered the classroom, all she could think about was Sihu. I couldn’t concentrate on my work as a teacher because I was worried about the aftermath.

From the beginning, my mind was on the soybean field.

I wanted to finish it quickly and watch it an hour later.

Was it because they had been together all this time?

I’ve only been away for a while, but I’m so anxious… … .

And that wasn’t all.

For some reason, I continued to feel an uneasy feeling.

It feels like someone is going to take Sihoo away.

Why isn’t that the case?

Strangely enough, depending on the day, my instincts are in sync… … .

I’ve been feeling that way ever since.

The feeling of anxiety as if Sihoo’s attention would be taken away.

“Iria teacher-?! What are you doing if you don’t follow me quickly? Even in front of the students earlier, you kept giving me blank stares!”

“Ahh… I’m leaving now!”

The chubby class leader who was leading the way scolded Iria with a grumpy message under her chin. That’s because his workload increased as an unscheduled teaching position opened up.

“It’s already the beginning of the semester so I’m going to be really busy, but tsk… !”

“Sorry. I was so nervous yesterday that I couldn’t sleep well… … .”

“That’s the teacher’s situation! If you want to be treated as an S-class hero at the academy, that’s a big deal! This is the academy!”

“Ah, yes. Of course not, but… … .”

“If you understand, please follow me quickly! Because there are more than one or two tasks to hand over!”

A student leader who treats S-class heroes as nothing and acts hysterically. She ran ahead, wiggling her plump buttocks.

“Yes, yes… … .”

Despite being treated like this, Iria could only respond by internally gritting her molars, but could not say anything. I just trudged along with weaker steps than ever before. It was his own fault for not being able to concentrate in the first place because he was distracted by Sihu.

ㅡUgh!

ㅡToktalk, tok… !

While walking behind the student dean, Iria secretly takes out her cell phone and checks the messenger. She looked at the cell phone screen and let out a small sigh.

[Is it Sihu? OT are you listening well? … … Oh, of course I’ll finish as quickly as possible and pick you up!] 1

The message she sent an hour ago was still there in the messenger chat room.

It was a message sent to Han Si-hoo.

But there was no reply from Sihoo yet.

Even the ‘1’ next to the message was the same. It hasn’t even been confirmed yet.

‘I know that orientation is usually over quickly… … . what? Is it really not over yet? He’s not the kind of kid who ignores my messages… … .’

After checking the messenger, Iria stopped walking and was only looking at her phone.

The anxiety she felt from before had been constricting her. I was worried that something might have happened to Sihu.

“Teacher Iria-!!!”

“Ah, yes… ! Go, I’ll go!!”

But Iria had no reason to feel that kind of anxiety. I couldn’t move when the pudgy student leader gave me an angry command.

‘If it weren’t for the association president’s suggestion, I would have hit him right away… … .’

I wanted to hit everyone, including the teacher.

I wanted to quit after just one day.

I just wanted to see Sihu’s face right now.

*

2.

In the afternoon, the orientation for the assistant course was completed.

The noisy auditorium was filled with silence.

Even the lights were turned off and it was dark.

Nevertheless, the popularity still remained.

“Master is very late… … .”

In the empty auditorium, only a woman with crimson hair pulled back was muttering to herself in a corner.

“Now it’s time for you to come… … .”

Moran, who remained in her seat, mutters.

She was waiting for one o’clock.

As expected, Sihu had something else to say to her as he left the auditorium.

[Please wait here for a moment. I will come back after the interview with the prosecutor.]

These were actually words left by Han Si-hoo.

Moran believed this wholeheartedly.

And when he told her to wait, Moran had been sitting in the same spot for two hours now.

With his shirt completely unbuttoned.

‘I want to quickly embrace my master with my new body… … .’

Peony mutters while looking down at her bouncing breasts. If I unbuttoned just one shirt, my breasts felt like they were going to pop out. To that extent, she was ready to give up her breasts for Sihu at any time.

“At first, he kept refusing… … . As expected, my voracious sexual desire remains the same-♥”

Although it was Han Si-hu who constantly pushed himself away,

Was it because Peony’s persistent courtship was annoying?

He finally said he understood and asked Moran to wait a little longer.

Up until this point, everything had gone according to Moran’s plan.

I was able to seduce him easier than I thought.

She used her old memories of liking her voluptuous breasts.

‘Hehe-♬ I’m going to make you completely fall in love with my body like this-! To be my own man, not anyone else’s… ! After I am transformed into a complete person… Maybe after looking at my body! Won’t old memories come back… … ?’

It doesn’t matter if the memories don’t come back. It was good that the master-slave relationship was reversed like this.

ㅡHehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe… ♪

In the empty classroom, loud laughter continued to ring out.

It’s been two hours since he praised himself, saying that his plan was perfect. As long as I returned in one hour, I could put the perfect plan into action.

But for some reason, Shihu rarely showed up.

“By the way, does the interview take a long time? You’re too late… … .”

Moran noticed something strange even though it was too late.

Only then did I stop laughing and think.

Until then, I didn’t even notice the passage of time because I was so excited to be able to be with Sihu again.

What is it? Does it actually take a long time?

No matter what… … .

Now that I look at it, it’s already past lunch time?

Or if something happened during the interview… … .

“Haaa! Yes, that’s right! You said you were having a meeting with the prosecutor… … ! You idiot-!”

Moran finally realizes that something has gone wrong.

She shook her head.

I thought of everything too simply because I thought I could have a sister-in-law.

It was like that. From the beginning, it was Moran who knew better than anyone else what the interview with the prosecutor meant.

‘You’re trying to mess with my master again… … !’

ㅡUuddeuk, eudeuk… !

Moran later becomes indignant at Park Bi-hwa’s obvious plan. She ground her shark teeth inside the mask. If I didn’t let go of my anger like this, I would have destroyed the entire auditorium building.

“No way… I can’t forgive-!”

And soon, Moran regains her composure.

I couldn’t just hold back this anger.

Even if the opponent was an S-class hero, this time could not be easily overcome.

*

3.

-Tuk, knock, knock, knock… … !

A small noise that rings periodically.

It was a sound made by fingers.

The index finger is constantly hitting the surface of the desk.

ㅡTuk, thuk, puhuk… !

Soon, a small hole appears in the wooden desk. Just with the strength of your fingers. Still, the fingers didn’t stop.

ㅡTuk-tuk-tuk-tuk… !

In fact, the sound becomes even more intense.

It was a noise that implied nervousness and anxiety.

ㅡTuk-tuk-tuk… ! Grumble-!

And the noise soon turns into the rumbling of hot flames. It seemed to represent an emotional state that soared like a flame.

“How can this happen? why… ? Why-!?”

Geomjae, who was sitting in his personal lab, burned a red-hot secret at his fingertips and shouted alone in his personal lab.

She was staring at the door of the lab with her eyes wide open with a bewildered expression. Her unusual gray eyes also seemed to be on fire.

But her eyes were full of despair and resentment.

“If your advisor calls you to the lab for an interview, don’t you have to come again? And he ignored my words from the first day… … ?!”

There was no other reason for her anger.

Contrary to expectations, the arrival did not come.

Two hours had passed since the orientation ended, but it was Hamheung Chasa.

‘Iria is busy on her first day, so it will be difficult to meet her… … . Could it be that you made eye contact with a bitch who was wild or promiscuous or something?’

With the flames of doubt burning, I pondered various possibilities in my mind.

ㅡGood luck! Roaring… !

As emotions intensify, the secret story burns fiercely. Red-hot flames flickered like an aura all over her body.

To that extent, Park Bi-hwa’s current appearance was the very embodiment of jealousy.

ㅡKnock knock!

That was just before the lab’s fire alarm went off.

“… … ?”

A knocking sound suddenly rings out.

ㅡPhew… !

At that sound, the fire burning all over my body goes out in an instant.

‘Of course it is. I thought it would come to you later… … !’

At the same time, Park Bi-hwa’s face regains peace.

He twitched his lips and smiled slightly.

In the end, Shihu also felt thrilled that he could not defy himself.

There is no way you can disobey me when you have a certificate in your hand… … . By the way, since it’s late, I’ll have to give you corporal punishment.

“Hmmmm-! Come on in!”

Geomjae calms his mind while trimming his neck.

-Snap! bang!

As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the lab was opened quite roughly. For a personal interview, the attitude was quite intense.

“Sihu brought my brother back-!!!”

However, it was Moran, not Han Si-hoo, who burst through the door.

“Pungran… ? Why are you here… … ?”

“Oh, huh? Why alone… … ?”

The women, whose paths crossed with Sihu, remained silent for a moment, looking at each other’s faces.

Grumbling… !

And it was none other than Park Bi-hwa’s fire that broke the silence.

It just worked out well.

To inquire about Sihu’s whereabouts,

We must thoroughly punish the professor in charge for his arrogant attitude.