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A groggy early morning.

Or perhaps a pleasantly cool evening.

During such times, if you go jogging along the Han River Park, you’ll encounter all sorts of people gathered around similar themes.

Mostly, you’ll see folks like me who’ve stepped outside to take at least some care of their bodies.

Elderly people who, much like on the subway, seek vitality outside because staying cooped up at home is dull.

Drunkards curled up on benches as if they’ve lost their wallets and phones—or perhaps something far greater.

And then.

“Over here. The bathroom.”

People forcibly dragged into “body maintenance,” holding onto the leash of an excitedly bouncing dog.

I figured I probably looked similar right about now.

Though, if anything, it was more like forcibly dragging along a stubborn dog that didn’t want to go.

Like this, following behind an exhilarated Han Sua,

strolling naked through a luxurious, dust-free officetel.

“…But, um, Teach… …Master.”

“Yeah?”

“…It’s nothing.”

Because I was freely groping

the soft, plush buttocks right in front of me.

…Every now and then.

Slap. Slap.

Without putting much force into it,

I played around, making playful spanking sounds.

Every time Sua turned around in embarrassment,

I’d ask why she stopped.

And watching her press her lips together and turn back forward again

was its own kind of fun.

“Nice place. It’s pretty spacious. Other places I’ve seen usually have the bathroom connected to the dressing room.”

“Ahaha… I didn’t think it was that big…”

“Your family home is much larger?”

“…Ah, that’s not what I meant. I just thought you might live somewhere spacious too, Teacher…”

“Right now, I’m just in a regular one-room. Bigger places are a hassle to maintain unless you hire help. …Though I guess you wouldn’t know, with a dedicated housekeeper.”

“…Ah.”

“Wanna come check it out sometime? It’s close to the academy.”

“Y-yes…”

Teacher, huh.

Guess she still hasn’t gotten used to calling me Master, so she keeps mixing them up.

With that irrelevant thought, I stepped into the bathroom.

The first things in sight were the sink and large mirror—nothing out of the ordinary.

Then, the crisp scent of flowers brushed against my nose.

Back at my place, my only thought would’ve been, Eh, clean enough.

Citrus? Lime? Lilac? Something like that.

Not a scent I had in my cologne collection, anyway.

The housekeeper must pay attention to these things too, I mused as I closed the door.

But we weren’t here to chitchat about how spacious the bathroom was or how nice the air freshener smelled.

Not with Sua in the mirror, still wearing that collar.

…And me, standing stiffly with my cock drenched in her spit.

We looked like we could start mating right then and there without it being strange.

And holding back any longer

was getting unbearable.

“There’s still a lot left. …My cum.”

“I, I only wiped roughly. Since we were coming to the bathroom anyway…”

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in gently. Sua offered no resistance, smiling prettily in the mirror.

…If she’d looked like this normally, her reputation among the first-years might’ve been a little different.

She looks so stern when focused, they’d say.

But usually, she’s just a cute twenty-year-old girl.

Instead of She looks kinda scary, that’s what they’d say.

No way the boys in her class would believe this sight even if I told them.

Have you ever seen Han Sua like this?

Have you ever seen her with thick cum smeared all over her bangs and cheeks, swaying like this?

…Even if I am her teacher, they’d say that’s going too far.

Plenty of the guys would probably get mad on her behalf, calling it sexual harassment.

But what can I say?

I’m seeing it for real.

“…?”

“…?”

And with her right beside me.

Kneading her soft tits in one hand as I please.

…While Sua stares blankly at the mirror, I stroke my cock with the other.

Schlick. Schlick.

Watching it glisten under the light.

Fuck me.

The sheer, irrational dominance of monopolizing a side of her no one else knows—

It’s insane.

“Wanna clean up at the sink? …Or we could just hop in the shower stall.”

“…Wouldn’t it be better to use, nngh, the showerhead…? That’s what I think…”

“Sure. After that, we can get in the tub together.”

“…Okay…”

Squeeze. Squish. When I finally let go of her nipples, Sua gives my cock a few more strokes before slowly pulling her hand away.

I ruffle her hair playfully, then—unlike before—take the leash and lead the way into the shower stall, adjusting the water temperature.

Not too hot, not lukewarm—just right.

Satisfied, I check if Sua likes it too. She nods, so I let the gentle stream wash over her.

Since it’s not gum-like, just water and a hand is enough to rinse off the cum.

The streaks on her cheeks.

The bits that dribbled from the corners of her mouth.

Her bangs took a bit more work, but they’re clean now too.

Just as I’m about to wipe her face one last time—

“Close your eyes. It’ll sting if it gets in.”

“…Eep…”

Maybe bored of just standing there, Sua tries to peek through squinted eyes. I cover them with my hand.

…Now it really feels like washing a pet.

On the other hand, it’s also like playing with a young niece, like during that shopping trip.

I wouldn’t have messed around like this before.

Does she finally feel comfortable around me?

Or is it Yozora’s influence, always busy setting the mood with her teasing antics?

I chuckle at Sua’s dumb, lion-like reaction, then rinse myself with warm water as it gradually cools.

“You can open them now. Everything’s washed off.”

“…What happens if it gets in your eyes?”

“Stings like hell, apparently.”

“Even if it stings…, Master can fix it, right?”

“I can’t stop it from hurting in the first place.”

“…Uuu…”

“Besides, if you’re gonna call me Master, shouldn’t you speak more politely? More than this, at least.”

“…Then, what kind does Master like?”

“What kind? …Hmm. Never really thought about it seriously.”

“But you must have at least one preference.”

A preferred tone, huh.

She’s probably asking me to request something more slave-like for the mood.

Might as well take the chance to make her squirm a little more.

Obvious psychology. Debating whether to play along, I squeeze out shampoo and lather her hair with a teasing grin.

“I wanna hear you curse at me.”

“Huh? C-curse…?”

“Yeah. Like, What the hell do you even like, you fucking pervert?”

“…Y-you really like that…?”

“Yozora doesn’t exactly talk politely either. …Ah, though she might act different around you.”

“…”

“Where should we start…? How about, You actually like this shit, you degenerate bastard?”

“…N-no. I’m good… I can’t…”

“Pfft… Just kidding.”

“…Hmph…”

With her looks, you’d think she’d be the type to crouch in a dark alley smoking, so why’s she so docile?

Maybe too well-raised in a good household.

Finishing her shampoo, I quickly wash myself while Sua pouts and snatches the showerhead.

We’ll probably shower again soon anyway, so I skip the hassle of conditioner.

But body wash is a must. Haven’t washed since the movie.

As I scan the labels on the bottles, Sua cautiously presses against me.

“…F-forget the tone. I’ll do that for you. …Let me wash you.”

Which part?

Before I can ask, she takes the body wash from my hand.

She squeezes a generous amount onto her palm, then grabs the shower puff hanging on the wall and dampens it.

…She doesn’t have to help me wash.

I was just planning to soak in the tub for a bit, then pin her against the wall and go wild.

But as I’m thinking that, what touches me from behind is—

“…How is it?”

“…”

A soapy.

Han Sua.

“…Do you really like this? …It comes up a lot. In novels. Or manga.”

“…Having your back rubbed like this with tits?”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t it feel better if I just used my hands…?”

Soapy.

…The same soft tits I was kneading earlier.

“…Not bad. Feels nice being pampered.”

“Earlier, you asked me to curse at you. …But you like being served?”

“I said I was kidding.”

“…Idiot. Dummy. Trash. Pervert.”

“…Why the enthusiasm now? You refused earlier.”

“I thought maybe you were hiding that you actually meant it because you were embarrassed.”

“…So, hah… You’re checking while stroking my dick?”

“…It’s really hard, so I’m suspicious.”

With a bit of leftover lather.

Making it slicker than usual.

…One palm glides over the head of my cock.

The other forms a tight ring, eagerly pumping the shaft.

“Of course it’s hard when you’re touching it. How stiff do you think it is for me to be suspicious?”

“As much as… when we, um, did it in bed the other day…”

“I wasn’t as turned on as then. …You kept shaking your head, saying we shouldn’t have sex, but in the end, you clung to me, begging for more. You were so fucking hot it’s almost unfair to compare.”

“Hot… Cough. But it’s super hard now…? The size too… Let me see…”

The head. Then the base, where she pumps firmly.

…She spreads her fingers wide.

Measuring the length intently before—

—slipping behind me.

…About ten seconds later.

“…Wow…”

Wherever she checked, she lets out a tiny, cute gasp.

Then grips my cock again.

…Somehow.

Even more eagerly than before.

“…Master.”

“…Yeah.”

“Last time… was it even bigger than this…?”

“Maybe.”

“…Why maybe? It did get bigger when I called you trash, didn’t it…”

“It’ll get even bigger if you do something hot. …Like last time.”

“…Really?”

“…Yeah.”

“…”

“…”

“……H-how do I do it…?”

“Gave you a hint earlier. The way you refused at first, then begged for more—that was fucking hot.”

“…”

After I say that, only the sound of water hitting the floor fills the air. But soon, a whisper brushes my ear.

“…Y-you came to see the lion, right? At my place.”

“…Yeah.”

“The lion is, um…”

“…”

“Even if Master… cums inside me as much as he wants…”

“…”

“…You don’t have to worry.”

“…”

…Swish.

As if finally overcoming her shyness, the lion tail she hadn’t shown until now—

Tap.

Tickles.

My thigh.

Then she spreads her fingers again.

Measuring my fully erect cock.

B-but that’s not what I meant… Um…

…Since the week you said you were busy, Teacher.

I’ve been.

Taking birth control.

It was supposed to be a gift for that day I drank with Yozora.

The gift I prepared… …Do you like it?

Despite her bold words earlier.

Now, timidly.

Like a loser.

She tacks on.