episode_0236

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They say getting started is half the battle.

Since I’ve already succeeded in bringing Teacher to my place, only half remains. I just need to handle that half well.

…It’ll be fine.

I’ve studied men’s preferences to death.

What kind of behavior they like in women, what kind of reactions they enjoy. That sort of thing.

While Teacher was busy, I locked myself in my room and ran through countless simulations.

There was even a day when the cleaning lady looked visibly uncomfortable…

…

…Ah, anyway.

Besides that, I’ve prepared something extra, so since Teacher’s a man too, he’ll like it.

For real.

“15,180 won… Here, my card.”

“…”

He’ll like it… right?

He won’t dislike it or say it’s not his taste, will he?

If that happens,

it’d be better not to have done it at all.

“Must be because it’s night. It’s a bit chilly. Let’s head in quickly.”

“…Yes.”

“…Hey, Soo-ah.”

“Y-Yes?”

“Your tone. It’s gotten stiffer than before. You okay?”

“Ah, n-no. It’s not like that… really…”

“You sure?”

“…”

Stiff? My tone?

I don’t know. Honestly, I am a little nervous.

But it’s not to the point where it’s noticeable.

At most, I just keep wanting to take deep breaths.

Every time I meet Teacher’s eyes,

like this.

“…”

I can’t even hold his gaze for a full second before darting away.

That’s all there is to it.

It’s not noticeable.

“…Don’t just stand there, hurry inside. You said you’re cold. Quick. Quick…”

“Got it. Ah, thank you. Be careful on your way.”

While Teacher held the door, I stepped out of the taxi, brushed past his playfully smiling face, and walked straight to the office-tel lobby.

…What do I do?

Instead of avoiding him like this, looking up at him cutely like a cat would’ve been better.

No, wait. I’m a lion, so does that not apply to me…?

That kind of thing is more for someone cute and lively like Yozora…

Then what about me, who’s neither cute nor lively…? Ughhh…

Ah, never mind that. I should’ve walked up with Teacher.

Coming in first and typing in the first-floor passcode like this—Yozora wouldn’t have done this.

If it were her, she’d probably be clinging to Teacher’s back, spouting nonsense about sex or mating, saying all sorts of lewd things.

Meanwhile, me…

Standing in front of the lobby, overthinking every little action, frozen for a moment.

Vroooom— The distant sound of a taxi’s exhaust.

As it faded far away, the sound of footsteps reached my ears.

“What? You came in first, so why are you just standing there?”

“I, I messed up the passcode…”

“Ah.”

“…”

You idiot.

At this point, I should’ve just said I was waiting for him, even if it was late.

…But no matter how quickly I regret it, spilled water can’t be gathered back.

After a few more rounds of self-blame, I finally entered the passcode and stepped inside the office-tel while Teacher turned his head slightly.

“…”

“…”

No particularly meaningful conversation.

Just silence.

Click. Only the elevator button being pressed.

Watching the numbers on the lamp above the door drop—8, 7, 6…

Pointlessly staring at the closed elevator doors.

Fidgeting with my fingers clasped in front of my stomach.

Glancing down briefly.

Stealing a peek at the tip of Teacher’s shoes beside me.

Ding—

Startled by the sound cutting through the silence.

The doors opened, revealing the empty elevator.

…Remembering that time when, despite the CCTV watching, I kissed Teacher like crazy.

Would he do it again? Imagining it.

Then this time, maybe just once… Fantasizing about things I’d never say out loud.

Hesitating.

Heart pounding.

Before I knew it, I gulped down the saliva pooled under my tongue.

Unlike me, Teacher looked completely unfazed.

Silently.

Stepping into the elevator.

And then,

Thud.

The doors closed.

“…”

But contrary to my expectations, nothing happened.

No kiss, not even the slightest touch I’d half-expected.

Y’know, like in those lewd webtoons or novels… That kind of thing.

Ah. Maybe Teacher’s waiting for the right moment too. If that’s the case, I can wait.

That thought crossed my mind briefly, but after a long, long while…

The sound of the elevator arriving shattered my expectations, snapping me back to reality.

…In the end, I was the only one who felt like an idiot, secretly wetting my lips with my tongue.

At some point, I’d been holding my breath. I exhaled softly, Hoo, hoo… making sure Teacher didn’t notice—just as his voice reached me.

“What are you doing? Not getting off? Was this not your floor?”

“L-Let’s go…”

…Logically, this is the normal reaction, but it’s weird.

If it were Teacher, I thought for sure he’d pounce on me like last time, even if I said no.

So if he did it again this time, I was prepared to go along with it.

I’d even mentally braced myself to kiss him while hugging him tightly, as if showing off to the CCTV.

…So embarrassing.

This just makes me look like the horny one. Damn it…

Pressing the back of my hand against my burning cheeks, I followed Teacher toward my apartment.

“Welcome… Oh.”

“Hello.”

Naturally, I had to introduce Teacher to the cleaning lady again, but it wasn’t as awkward as last time.

If anything, because of what happened before… she seemed oddly composed.

But beneath that composure…

“Hello. Um… Have you had dinner…?”

“It’s fine. We ate out. With Soo-ah.”

“…”

Young miss, you’ve brought a man home again.

The laundry’s going to pile up like crazy again.

When’s the best time to air out the room?

I could tell she was thinking all that just from her expression.

“…Hey, let’s hurry. No, I mean, hurry…”

Why are you stopping at the entrance?

Pushing Teacher’s back insistently, I guided him toward my room.

This isn’t jealousy or anything.

What would I gain from being jealous of a cleaning lady at least twenty years older than me?

This is just… because I want to hurry up and fu—

…No, no, no.

It’s because I’m embarrassed.

Last time my room got dirty, it was because of this man.

The reason my bed and door were covered in fluids was because he played with my body.

This is practically the same as introducing him to the cleaning lady like that.

…How am I supposed to look her in the eye?

“Haa, ha…”

A pretty bedroom—spacious for one, but just right for two.

I pushed Teacher all the way inside, shoving him onto the bed, then closed the door so the cleaning lady wouldn’t see.

Come to think of it, I haven’t showered, but it doesn’t matter.

The scent of a male coming from Teacher…

…I don’t hate it.

In fact, I want to breathe it in deeply.

Come to think of it, I forgot to ask the cleaning lady to step out for a bit, but it’s fine.

She’s sharp—she’ll probably…

leave on her own soon.

Now, all that’s left is to enjoy myself.

To my heart’s content.

Until my whole body is filthy.

Thud, thud.

Until I can barely breathe.

Until the bed is soaked with the mingled scent of our sweat.

That’s all.

Steadying my breath, which had been growing erratic since leaving the theater, I turned around with a spin—

And there he was. Teacher, sitting comfortably at the edge of the bed, watching this whole situation with amusement.

…Could he have already figured out what I’m thinking?

Is that why that smile won’t leave his lips?

A brief flicker of worry.

Wait. Does it even matter if he knows…?

With that thought,

step by step,

I approached.

“…”

A belated pang of guilt pricked at my chest—it felt like I was forcibly kicking the cleaning lady out.

But before I could drown in such sensible thoughts, the desires I’d been suppressing deep inside for days now eagerly bloomed.

…To be honest.

Sexual desire.

That’s what it is.

“Can’t I even talk to the cleaning lady?”

“…You can if you want. I never told you not to.”

“Then who was it that pushed me all the way here and locked the door after barely two words?”

“…Must be some pervert who only thinks about sex. I don’t know who that could be.”

After experiencing sex for the first time with Teacher, I spent days tormented by filthy desires.

The second time—drunk on the mood, I ended up calling him Master like Yozora and mated with him. The aftermath of that was…

What do you think it was like?

…Spending hours every night masturbating.

You wouldn’t know.

On weekends, locking myself in my room, reading lewd webtoons, lewd SNS posts, even lewd novels.

You wouldn’t know.

And even that wasn’t enough.

I was so close to losing control,

I ended up messaging Teacher to ask if he was still busy.

You wouldn’t know.

While you were too busy to spare me a moment, do you have any idea how hard it was to settle for just my own thin fingers, scraping desperately at my walls?

You awful Master…

But still, I waited so patiently.

At most, I only asked once over the weekend how much work you had left.

Since I’ve been such a good girl, don’t I deserve a little reward…?

I’ve been looking through webtoons, erotic stories, Twitter—

…masturbating to anything that turned me on.

I even picked out a reward…

one I’d like,

and one you’d like too.

Can I tell you?

Teacher.

“Soo-ah.”

“…What?”

“So, about the lion?”

“…”

It’s me.

I barely stopped myself from blurting it out.

No. No.

I didn’t stutter and say it so cutely at the theater just to waste it like this.

Staring straight at Teacher’s face, I turned toward the bookshelf.

Specifically, the very bottom shelf.

A place no one would ever check unless the cleaning lady took out each manga to dust.

I slid my hand into the narrow gap between the manga and the shelf,

carefully pulling out something made of leather.

Mortifying,

but the more embarrassed I felt, the more confidently I strode forward.

“The lion… is in this room, but…”

“…What’s this?”

“…You know what it is.”

Plop.

I dropped the item I’d prepared onto Teacher’s lap.

“Where do you think it is…? The lion?”

“…”

An item that looked unmistakably like…

…a collar. A perverted thing called a choker.

“Before taming it… don’t you think you should put that around its neck?”

When you had sex with Yozora,

you fucked her like an animal.

So something as shameless as this…

You’d definitely like it.

At least as much as I do.