tonight doesn't count, (i promise)

“And I guess you can call it even.”

She shrugs dismissively, as if it were such a small matter to her. As if it were something that can be resolved in little to no time at all. She’s careless like that, and you guess that it’s your fault for even giving in to her, but admittedly it’s that very thing about her that made you do it in the first place.

Lift your head from your hands and turn to her with a glare blurred by your tears. “What the fuck about this is even? You ruined my marriage, Chaewon!”

“But you wanted me to, didn’t you?” She inquires you with a raise of her eyebrows.

You roll your eyes at her and sniffle, wiping your cheeks dry the best you can because deep down inside, in your heart of hearts, you know that she’s right.

————

There are many ways to describe Kim Chaewon, in both metaphorical and denotative manner. You’re no boyfriend nor family of hers—in a passerby’s perspective, you’re too old to be her boyfriend anyway, and too young to be her father—but you’ve known her for four years, starting from when she was nearly nineteen and a freshman at the university you taught at, to current time: a senior student of yours at twenty-one working towards a graduation, although she had finished your year some time ago and the two of you haven’t met each other that much ever since. That might seem like a pretty short time, but you know her more than anyone in the university. You knew what it is about her that caused her to fail so many courses and classes, and helped the other professors try and understand her the best you could.

So, in short, if anyone needed get-to-know details about Kim Chaewon, you are a reliable source.

You would not be afraid to describe her as impulsive or dangerous. Chaewon is young, yes, but she has that unique ability only experienced businessmen have to twist any situation at hand into one that puts her into a good light. Her classmates Jo Yuri and Kang Hyewon are often the ones victimized by this talent, and many times, you had needed to explain to the principal that they weren’t at fault. Kim Chaewon was. Of course, over time, the professors started to think that you might have had some grudge against her, probably stemmed from a rude commentary during class or her being… herself, but they were intelligent enough to know that you are right. And that you know her too well to let yourself be a victim of her. Kim Chaewon is a manipulator, and a good one at that. She has had her whole life to practice. She gets what she wants in whatever way she can think of and succeeds. But you, even with just four years of analyzing and studying her behavior, can play this game.

Charismatic is another word you are certain to use when explaining the depth of your former student. It might put you and your job in danger to say that, although your usage of the word is free of any other intention, and you and Chaewon haven’t even had any sexual relations or thought of each other that way, even with the obvious “tutoring sessions” the other teachers had, but it is as true as she is. She’s admittedly pretty. She has a deceptive smile and siren eyes that made you drown in her and never want to seek a lifeboat. She has this way with words that made it so that Creative Writing is one of the only subjects she didn’t fail, and charmingly coaxed people to let her off the hook. Many students thought that she had persuaded Mr. Choi by performing… oral sex on him, but you know it isn’t true. Chaewon is just that experienced in using her God-given charisma to make other people swerve her own way.

She’s a rebel, too. You always make note of that whenever you can. She dresses like one, acts like one, and speaks like one. She’s responsible for almost every vandal and moral violation in the university—from minor to serious offenses, playful “SIR LEE SUX ASSSSS!!!!” to straight-up nude pulp art on the university walls—and she… does not care. She doesn’t care at all. All she minds herself about is herself, and if she wants to go on another spray-painting spree or teacher intimidation, she will. And to hell with it if any other person stood in her way. To hell with it.

So it surprises you when she knocked on your door one fateful day, and you opened it to see a Kim Chaewon who—

“—want to babysit for you, sir Kim,” she finishes, smiling at you gently. She’s wearing a white crop top and‐ ooh, red short shorts that would not have been allowed past university premises. File your eyes away from that, of course, to the pair of shades sit on top of her head. “If it’s not much of a bother.”

It isn’t. Your two-year-old girl Yeongwon is an angel, but the demands of a baby make it difficult to go to work or return from work. There’s the changing of diapers, buying of baby formula, feeding—you get the drift. All that is exhausting, and you credit your wife Minju for bearing with it all alone while you teach at Seraphim Colleges.

You’re a little suspicious, though. Chaewon never offers help unless it benefits her. It is an unspoken rule not to trust her when she initiates am act of kindness out of nowhere. Even a lollipop from her should be questioned thoroughly.

“Why the sudden saintliness, Ms. Kim? Suddenly decided to become a nun after graduation?” you ask. It’s difficult not to smile amusedly, because you know her more than anyone. Does she really think her little tricks would work on you?

Chaewon ruffles her short hair and smiles charmingly, before telling you why: “I’ve been thinking about what you said, professor, about trying out kindness.”

Right, because she’s so easy to convince like that, and she’s actually able to be a genuine person. If it is unclear, all that is sarcastic. Again, Chaewon is not an easy girl to convince. You know that after numerous lectures and pleads with her to take her education seriously. And you know, most importantly, that she is not one to be trusted. Who knows what she might do with your baby? Or your house? She’d probably spray-paint mocking caricature of you and Minju.

“And I thought,” she continues, lowering her face so she can meet your eyes, “that you were the one I have to practice that to first. You always understood me when no one else could, sir. I just thought I might give back in my own little way.”

She’s not wrong. Like you’ve said quite often, you understand how she works and thinks, and as her teacher, you perform your job well in trying to get your fellow educators to figure out how to deal with her. It has cost you sleepless nights aplenty and several headaches, to put it briefly.

It won’t hurt to let her return the favor, would it?

You tell her you’ll think about it. Surprisingly, she easily allows you to, giving you a swift “okay” and telling you she’ll come back tomorrow to hear your final decision. She’s clever like that, casually inserting a deadline for you to have no choice but to follow. It’s not like you are being told to solve a cold case, so you actually do think it overnight with your wife.

Minju is getting ready for bed when you tell her about the incident with Chaewon. Her almond eyes are gazing the other way, in the closet in search of her pajamas, but you can tell she’s listening. Minju is one of those people that can do multiple things at the same time, including listen closely and decipher well despite a bunch of tasks at hand. Such are the lessons naturally taught when being a wife and mother.

She takes off her T-shirt the same time she takes the pajama top from the hanger. The upper half of her hourglass body is revealed to you. “It feels like a good thing to do, especially from her,” she says to you. “You should let her try, at least.”

“But honey, it’s Chaewon. The Kim Chaewon.”

“Exactly. She’s a rebel, a bad student. The nightmare of every old parent who’s nearly in the retirement home wishing to just see their kids grow up. Why don’t you offer her the chance to redeem herself?”

She faces you finally. She’s wearing her white pajama top littered with cartoon foxes and shorts. But even her beauty can’t even quench the worriedness written in your forehead.

“I don’t know,” you say, “I, I guess I’m just afraid she’ll vandalize our house or something.”

Minju nods sympathetically, but stays silent. She knows you are going to say something more. She confirms that from the heavy sigh you make.

“I just don’t want her to bother you, Minmin. You know that she swings the other way, too. Remember when I told you she was caught in a make-out session with the ballerina? What was her name? Nakamura—”

“Honey…” Minju’s brows raise disapprovingly. “Watch the wording. You know it isn’t like that.”

“I’m sorry,” say you, a person who’s never been good with words. Always saying the wrong things without meaning it.

“Just because she’s supposedly bisexual doesn’t mean she’ll make her advances towards me. That’s a horrible thing to assume. And even if we say she does, for argument’s sake, I’m twenty-seven. She’s twenty-one. I know better than to let some college student seduce me.”

A gorgeous roll of her eyes renders you dizzy as she takes a seat on your lap. She gives you a sweet smile. “Besides, I only have you.” Minju plays with your uniform tie, twirling it in between her fingers. “Remember?”

“Right. Sorry for the… misconceptions. And, and all that.”

“I know you are.” Minju plants a kiss on your forehead and pushes you down to the bed. Her smile takes a sinister twist and you notice her hand straying further down your body. “ I know you are. ”

#

Chaewon returns the day after, as she promised. She shows up in a fitted dark green-blue dress, that accents her slim figure. You once again have to give props to her fashion style: simple yet eye-catching. Not that the dress does majority of the eye-catching part. She can wear a potato sack and still look beautiful.

The day is fairly bright and so is your mood, so Chaewon showing up doesn’t sour it even a little. Even with the worries tucked at the back of your mind.

“Reached a final decision, professor?” Chaewon asks.

“Yeah, I have.”

“And?”

“Minju and I figured that we could use the help.”

You subtly sense that Chaewon knew all along that you were going to agree, but she is so happy to find out that you and Minju have agreed to let her babysit Yeongwon that you forget all about your suspicion. Her smile is so genuine, so delighted that you dwell a little longer on the thought that this might finally be Chaewon’s path to a better self. No one stays a rebel too long after college. The spray-painting and risky shouts usually evolve into even worse habits once graduation settles in, so you are truly glad that Chaewon has decided to be a good girl. Maybe she’ll even complete the full arc of bad-girl-gone-good.

You give her the usual list of warnings and guides about your daughter. Bedtime is at seven, fish sticks are a good go-to for snacks, and no sweets. Chaewon makes a note of that, literally. She pulls out a notepad and writes it all down, nodding to your words. You wonder if this little babysitting gig will eventually get her to dutifully take notes like that in class, too.

“All done! When do I start?” she asks brightly, lowering her papers.

“Tomorrow, if that’s okay,” you respond. Her hands linger around her notepad. You catch a glimpse of a checklist of things she should do scribbled on another page. Wait a minute, is that your name? It says to do something to you… is that… “Hey, Chaewon, what do you have written on the—”

“Good! I’ll see you tomorrow, sir!” Chaewon interrupts happily. She gives you a cute wave goodbye, and walks away without letting you finish.

Your mind is still stuck on what she could have written on the checklist about you. It specifically said to do something to you. But you can’t remember what the verb was. It started with “f.” Free… no, must be fall—? Not quite right, but if things take a twisted turn it must be—

Oh well. You give up. She probably wanted to try the babysitting job for a long time. It’s not something worth worrying about.

-

It’s quite unexpected to you when you find out that she is actually good with children. From day one, she plays with Yeongwon around the house, giggling when she laughs and gently prying away the things your baby gets her mouth on with a gentle “No~.” She feeds her on time, puts her to bed, and keeps her well-entertained enough to make Yeongwon actually attach herself to her. It’s rare for your child to even like any other person than you or Minju, so you see that as a small victory, for both your precious kid and Chaewon. They are both trying things outside of their own boxes.

Maybe Minju was right, you think, as Chaewon watches another bout of Cocomelon with Yeongwon. Maybe letting Chaewon do her magic was a good idea.

You’re starting to warm up to her, too. “Hey, Chaewon!”

She turns to you and raises her brows. “Yeah?”

“Aren’t you a little too old to be watching Cocomelon?”

Chaewon tries to formulate a proper comeback, but the real idea of her watching and enjoying the show at twenty-one is so absurd that she bursts out laughing. You share the guffaws, too, which are so loud you have to slap your own hand to your mouth.

A confused Yeongwon watches you and Chaewon laugh, and, as babies do, copies you. She laughs along childishly, cracking the two of you up even more. And it’s such a happy night, with the fire dancing on logs in the fireplace to add to the warmth of your laughter, that you forget about every problem there is in your life, for a very short but meaningful while. Little did you know how twisted things will get after a mere few weeks.

———

Minju has gotten another photoshoot for Prada, and has been invited to their Paris fashion week as well, so she will be gone for a whole week. You’re a bit saddened to be without your wife for that long, but you know it’s what she wants to do. Besides modelling being her dream, she is naturally shaped and fit for the job. She looks good in any dress you throw on her—classy fashion, casualwear, elegant corsets… even a goddamned kids’ raincoat and wellies can be sold out within a few seconds because of her God-given talent and face. You trust and know that she’ll do well while she’s away, and you’ll watch her every step of the way.

So, you are stuck at home, with no one but your kid and Chaewon. It’s semester break, but Chaewon has still decided to come over and care for Yeongwon. You are grateful for that gesture; Yeongwon has become incredibly demanding day by day, and she refuses to settle down without a fight.

“It’s okay, Yeongwonie~” Chaewon singsongs to the baby, rocking the child in her arms. “Chaewonie’s here~ She’s not going anywhere.”

Yeongwon’s tears are abundant still, but she looks up at Chaewon curiously. Her tiny hands make grabby gestures at her face. Chae won avoids them, but still sweet-talks her to calm her down. The baby babbles in response, and her eyes close into crescents as she lets out a cute giggle, before carrying her to the nursery room and tucking her in.

You watch on with a stunned fashion. You are feeling something risky at the moment, but all you can mutter to yourself is:

“Wow…”

Somehow, it is in that moment that you see Chaewon a little differently than you did. Who was she to you before all this? Oh, right… the rebellious Kim Chaewon, the fuck-all-do-all Kim Chaewon whose stone heart you cannot break into even with a pickaxe. She was this tedious, hellsent girl who made your work life and others’ torture. She is not a behaved girl. She is far from it, to be exact. She lies and swears and disobeys and fucks without any care in the world. She is cruel, she is—

—You watch the fullness of her lips curve into a smile, and her shoulders rise in accordance with her cute laugh at Yeongwon waving at her, while the black hair frames her face like a painting, like a monumental painting, one that was drawn and crafted by a loving artist, a determined talent—

—beautiful.

Maybe it is all just admiration for her, because, to be fair, you’ve never seen Chaewon like this. She’s in her own world caring fondly for your daughter, doing what her heart has wanted to do: change for the better. Because changing for the better doesn’t mean rejecting old dressing styles or stopping oneself from putting on dark makeup. It’s keeping your wildness to a minimum to leave space for viridity. For calmer and equally beautiful things.

And right now, Chaewon is beautiful to you. Before, she was merely pretty. Pretty doesn’t mean anything. Pretty is eye-pleasing, eye candy, but not exactly something to love. But beautiful? Beautiful involves the soul, too, not just the general attractiveness Chaewon exudes. And despite all she’s done, Kim Chaewon has the most beautiful soul to you right now.

Maybe you are romanticizing all this too much. If she were any other girl, it would have been okay, but Chaewon is not like any other girl. She’s your student, too young and free for you, and too risky. If you even dared hold that beautiful face in your palm and kiss her pink lips as if you had always wanted to, you’re putting everything just on top of the chalked boundary line to danger.

But she’s looking at you now, and you can’t look away. She’s smiling at you now, and you can’t force yourself to pretend that your gaze hasn’t been following her from your living room sofa to the bedroom, as if she were precious treasure only you can get your hands on.

And she’s asking you something:

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

It comes after a brief giggle, and it’s a little accusing, but sweet nevertheless.

You can’t come up with an excuse. “I- I… what?”

Suddenly, she’s risen from the sofa. For the first time, you take into account what she’s wearing. It’s a tight sleeveless top that gives everyone a view of her gray bra. And that skirt is too short for minds not to stray to her thighs and legs. How dare she wear something like that in front of you? She just drips of attractiveness, and the sight of her slim body just makes your heart scream her name instead of the girl you were sure resided there: Minju.

No, nothing about this is sexual. Or anything. Chaewon is just walking towards you, that’s all. Besides, even if she is planning something different, you’re an adult, and so is she. It’s nothing morally wrong, even if there’s the considerable age gap between you. But no, nothing is wrong about this.

Yes, there is! You’re married! You have a daughter with the woman you married, too. You can’t let yourself be tempted by a younger girl, especially since she is your student.

Well, used to be. You haven’t taught her classes since forever. Plus, it’s not like there—

“ I said,” Chaewon starts, slowly. And now she’s really going for it; her strides are dangerously slow, as if she’s a predator sizing you up, and her head is cockily tilted to the side. She’s finally reached you, and your knees and hers knock into each other.

She kneels.

She places her arms above your lap and looks at you with those wide, fascinating eyes of hers. They look innocent, almost curious as to why you did not understand her inquiry. And it’s so strange how hot the whole thing is, with Chaewon on her knees and looking up at you, asking you a completely pure and innocent question, although her body language is saying something else.

Are you even supposed to feel like this?

“Why were you looking at me like that?”

It takes a while for you to answer. “Just thought that…”

“ That? ” she prompts gently.

“That it was nice seeing you take care of Yeongwon like that. Very nice.”

Chaewon smiles. “Of course. It’s no problem.”

“Yeah,” you say, with a deep gulp. “Minju and I appreciate the gesture.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

No, you want to answer. No, you want to say how beautiful she is, how bad you wanted her and how you never realized it until you saw her caring for Yeongwon. You want to say how tight and petite she is, and how you want to test out if her smallness can take you on more than you think she can.

But you can’t say that. It’s wrong. Although the two of you are adults, there’s the dynamics to worry about. You are a teacher, and she’s a college student. You’ve known her since she was nineteen and so on. You can’t do this.

“Chaewon. This is wrong.”

“What is?”

“This!” you say, frustratedly. “This! All this! You trying to seduce me when you know damn well that I have a wife! You wearing that… revealing top and kneeling like that!”

Chaewon laughs in response. Your frustration and fear is just playing into her plan. Even if you had not, she wouldn’t care. She may be kind to your kid, but she’s still Kim Chaewon.

“There it is again with men like you,” she says pitifully, shaking her head with a disapproving tsk. “How is it my fault that you want to fuck me? I’m just doing what I’ve always done, and now you’re here accusing me of something I don’t even think of.”

“I do not want to fuck you, Chaewon.”

“Sure you don’t. You shouldn’t! Why would a teacher ever want to fuck their student, right?”

She’s right. No teacher, even if he and his student are adults and have been when they met, should ever engage in sexual relations. Besides the morality at hand being complicated, there’s the job and life to risk. Will you really ruin your life just because of a girl like her?

You wonder at this with hot ears as Chaewon bites her lip and mounts your lap. Her tits are just inches away from your face. You use all your might in not pervertedly looking at them as Chaewon’s hands find their long, touch-filled path to your thighs. Her fingers run along your chest and playfully unbutton one circle, making your heart skip three or four beats. Your stomach contracts under her touch.

Your bulge is an embarassingly hypocritical Freudian slip to your previous words. Chaewon doesn’t mind at all; in fact, it is what she wants. She palms your erection with her tiny hand, pleasuring its covered tip with how it knocks and rubs against it. Your pants become tighter, but they are not close to Chaewon’s tightness.

“Wow, look at you, professor,” she says, giggling. “You’re so hard for your little naughty student. I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck me, hm?”

“Chaewon,” you say, in between heavy groans, “I’m married. You can’t do this.”

“Oh, Minju unnie? I would have wanted her to join us if she were here, but since she’s gone, I have you all to myself.”

Her words are as haunting as they are tempting. The latter factor weighs heavier with the next, though:

“Come on, touch me, sir. I know you want to.”

You give in. Her tiny body fits perfectly in your hands. Her tits are perfect handfuls even from the side. You can feel her abs under the thin gray cloth. She’s such a perfect little thing, and you just have to find her slutty cunt beneath that short skirt, as she grinds herself on your knee.

“Mmmm.” Chaewon tips her head back and moans. Your fingers play with her clit everytime her hips rise. “That’s it. Rub my clit like that.”

You do more than what she requests. You lean in to kiss her neck and shoulders. Lick the back of her ear, then bite gently on her earlobe to evoke a louder gasp of pleasure from her. Your fingers swipe at her flint clit through her underwear and tease at her slit.

You leave open-mouthed kisses everywhere, especially on the valleys of her breasts pressed tightly to her bra. Red spots become signs of your actions as they fill her neck and chest. Chaewon is in heaven, gripping the back of your head and moving her hips more urgently.

You can’t help but compare her to Minju. Minju’s body is more of an hourglass shape while Chaewon’s is slim all over. Chaewon’s tits, which you have freed from the offending bra and are currently sucking on, are bigger. And her moans… God, dare you say they sound sexier than your wife? Chaewon’s sounds of pleasure are stressed and loud, high-pitched through and through, and you find yourself clinging onto her moans as validation in your making out with her body and rubbing her clit.

“Shit… you are such a bad girl, Kim Chaewon,” you whisper in her ear. She makes a strangled gasp when you grip her ass tightly, guiding it so her needy pussy grinds along your thigh easily.

“Then punish me, sir.” She looks you in the eye and grins challengingly. “ Fuck me like you fuck Minju unnie. ”

Although you have been comparing her with Minju from the moment she sat on your lap, anger stirs inside you. You grab a fistful of her ebony hair and pull it harshly backwards.

“Never say her name ever again, you got me?”

Instead of contracting the fearful reaction you want, Chaewon scoffs in your face. “Why, professor? Guilty that you let some hot younger girl get you to cheat on your wife? I’ll say her name whenever I want.”

You slap Chaewon’s ass. “See what happens when you say her name again. I dare you.”

You should not have said that. You should not have even thought that Chaewon—the rebellious risk-taking bitch you know too well—would have turned down a dare, because now, Chaewon has risen from your lap. She’s standing in front of you, hands poised on her hips, with a smug smile.

“I want Minju unnie to watch while you fuck me like an animal,” she tells you, each syllable that rolls of her tongue clear as day. “I want her to cry while she watches you ruin me, the very person you did not want in this lame house of yours. I want Minju unnie to leave you, and think about how much better I must be for you to cheat on her.”

Your breathing gets heavier and heavier with each statement. How can you fall for a girl like this?

“Then I want Minju unnie to seek me out and fuck me,” continues Chaewon. “I want her to fuck me while she slaps me and tells me how worthless I am. I want her to push me to the edge until I ruin her, too. I will—”

You rush at Chaewon. She remains there no matter how close you are now, standing still with that irritating arrogance-filled snicker on her face. Her smile grows bigger as you lift her up and carry her to the bedroom with flash-paced legs. She gasps artificially when you throw her on the bed.

“Ooh, big boy’s all tough and angry now,” Chaewon continues taunting you. Although she is below you, she will always have the upper hand. You tear away her panties angrily, spread her legs far apart and slap her cunt, but she never stops degrading you. “Ooh, good slap. You’d never dare slap Minju unnie like that, huh? Because you’re too much of a coward to even try.”

Your jeans are kicked away on the floor with Chaewon’s panties. Pull her legs far up into a mating press and stare down menacingly into her eyes. “Kim Chaewon, shut the fuck up.”

“Make me.”

First pump makes her anything but quiet. Chaewon yelps, her body arcing off the bed. You discover that she’s as tight as her body is. Her tiny cunt refuses to let go of your cock without a fight. Her legs quiver in the air like leaves in the wind.

The neckline of Chaewon’s top has been tucked beneath her two jiggling breasts. They’re perfect to watch while you fuck her, but the real deal here is Chaewon’s face as you do it. Her gasping expression followed by a bite of her lower lip causes you to hump her deeper, to find that sweet spot inside her that will show you the fruit of all her weeks trying to make her advances. The fruit of this immorality you’ve given into.

Grunt as you strengthen the slams of your cock inside her, which add to the violent slapping sounds that overpower her moans. It’s becoming painful; your continuous violation of her pussy and the slapping of skin that comes with it makes the bottom of your stomach as red as her face. But it’s the pain that heightens and amplifies the experience, along with the knowledge that you shouldn’t be doing this at all. Your mind screams a firm no, and your lips do so, too, but instead of refusal, they form Chaewon’s name.

“Chaewon!” You pound into her shapely body like there is no tomorrow, like there is no Minju to think of to guilt you.

She, in turn, screams back. Her hands have flown above her, tearing at the sheets Minju had so lovingly folded and crumpling them with her lust and need. “Fuck me, sir! That’s more like it! Punish your bratty slut student!”

You truly are feeding in to her plan she has so cleverly created. Though her expressions are wanton and blissful, you know she’s simply showing them to purge you on. Sure, they’re genuine in some way, but there’s a purpose behind them all. The convulsing of her cunt, the screams she pitches, the slutty expressions she forms… you know they are impulsive and manipulative.

But why do you go on pumping? Why do you go on grabbing her legs and forcing them apart? If you are smart enough to know that this is entirely a simulation to force you to obeying her plan, why aren’t you smart enough to stop?

No time to wonder, or rather, the heart to. You fill them with the pictures of Chaewon’s ahegao, and her cute bouncing tits that jiggle just as much as her thighs. You blind yourself with the sight of Chaewon’s pussy being stretched to their limits to take you, and find yourself unsheathing and sheathing your penis faster. Everything about her is made for sex like this, so why not fulfil their purpose?

Chaewon’s mouth is a silent cave, except for the seldom gasp of wind. She looks down at the unholy scene of your sexes clashing and your cock making an imprint on her small stomach, and, with her eyes shut tight, finally lets out a cry of pleasure. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum on sir’s cock, I’m gonna cum on sir’s cock!”

And she does as she says. She squeezes so tightly that your cock feels trapped, and lets out a burst of girl cum. Her wail is stressed by her hands absolutely squeezing the blankets until the cotton beneath their precious fabric stiffens.

You’ve never, until recently, even thought of Chaewon like this. And now, when she’s actually orgasming beneath you, you wonder why you’ve never done so a lot earlier. Chaewon is beautiful when she cums. Her legs close around your sides although her mind tells her to keep them open to welcome your thrusts. Her stomach tenses deliciously while her lips form a small smile that remains impossibly cute that a small part of you feels sorry for corrupting her.

Huh, cute. That’s new. You’ve never necessarily viewed Chaewon as cute. Her rebellious actions made you paint her into this heartless monster, when really, she can be adorable if she’s in this position. You’re sure that’s the reason a lot of the boys in the lower years like her in the midst of her school violations.

But they will never see her cum like this. They will never see her squirt onto your cock like a notched hose, or hear her scream so loud that it is deafening. They will never see her with her legs lewdly forced in the air or be able to pound her like you just did. Never.

Your orgasm trails behind her and finally arrives in time. You forget about the possibility of her getting pregnant and bury yourself to the hilt. Sperm erupts from your appendage and deep inside Chaewon. And maybe she likes it that way, as much as you do, for her pussy makes sure you drain every bit of yourself in her.

Chaewon gasps continuously. Her sensitive spots adore the twitches of your cock and how the tip is certain to stimulate them. She sees the flash of worry show in your face and she appeases it. “Haah, d-don’t worry… I took the pill.”

You are relieved, but also sobered to realize that if she did take the pill, she knew exactly what was about to go down in this exact bedroom. She has specifically prepared herself for it. That is unless she is fucking some other guy, too.

You don’t have to think of that. You really do not, for Chaewon is suddenly up again. She pushes you to the bed carelessly and she places one leg beside your hip and the second on the other. Her hand wraps itself around your cock and jerks it to full hardness again. It turns you on how small her hand is compared to your girth, yet it still manages to pleasure it plentily. Her thumb thoroughly rubs the stressed cock veins and runs up and down the rim of your cockhead. Her fist is tight when it returns to its normal pumping, and you’re so sensitive and overstimulated that you want to plead her to be gentle.

“Fuck, your cock is so big, sir,” Chaewon comments. She looks down to admire your size, and spits on it to lube her handjob. “Wonder what it would feel like when I ride it.”

She provides the answer to her own wonderings. She’s a visual and sensory learner; she discovers that it feels so much bigger and better when she’s on top. She stresses this with a whiny gasp, watching as your cock penetrates her from below. Her tiny cunt grips it harshly, and barely lets go when she starts to bounce.

“Oh god, oh fuck—!” Chaewon feels herself while riding, lost in the pleasure derived from your rod. She pinches her round nipple for a while before setting that hand back down to your hip, whose steadiness she takes advantage of to harden the slam of her cunt down on your cock. You aren’t going to say it isn’t working in spite of her painful determined grip on your hip; it allows your cock to properly and swiftly enter her wetness, as if it were the very thing needed to stop her juices from dripping on the bed.

If it were, it does not work very well. Every plug of your cock only provokes more wetness from the tiny hole. It only makes Chaewon gasp as she bounces faster, touching her body and her breasts to spark more of the pleasure. “Mm… oh! Fuck, pound me, professor! Make me cum!”

Her plead is helpless and needy, and you cannot believe you have actually succeeded in seeing Chaewon this weak and vulnerable. Where is the tough rule-breaker Kim Chaewon of yesterday? Who knew that a good fucking is the solution to her attitude problem?

“So ffffucking tight!” Start to move in unison with Chaewon. You jerk your hips up the best you can to meet Chaewon’s bounces, and you both groan in pleasure—you with your guttural voice, and Chaewon with her sweet one and her head leaned back—when you fill her pussy up to her cervix. You’ve stuffed her poor hole so much now, your dick spreading all the right places and knocking against a rougher patch of nerves further inside. It is supposed to be painful, but it seems like Chaewon thrives and feeds on the pain so much that it distorts into pleasure. She’s never taken a cock this big before, and she doesn’t think that she shall settle for anything less after this night.

“H-hahh, fuck, s-so big, so big in Chaewon!” Chaewon is a screamer, laying out every blissful sensation running through her body out in the open for everyone to hear. She does not even want to try circling her ass or grinding to test the difference of the sensation; all she wants is to be filled up over and over by you, in this direct and merciless manner.

“You fffucking brat, Chaewon-ah.” Back up to the headboard to sit up then seize her by her sides. “If all it took to get you to be a good girl was a good pounding, you should’ve told me.”

As if she were nothing but a toy, you fuck Chaewon up and down your dick, taking over the pace and roughness. And of course, you choose to take her quickly and roughly. Fuck, she clenches even harder this way. Chaewon squeals needily as she is forced to take you from your fat tip to base, without any technique nor proper method.

“I’ll always be a g-good girl for sir’s cock!” she exclaims. She is given no mercy with the velocity. She is so light that it isn’t any trouble at all to manhandle her. “Please fuck your naughty student’s pussy, sir! Pound it hard and good, I’m so full—!”

You do. You drill her onto your lap like you have all the time in the world. If you did, you would spend every second fucking Chaewon’s petite little body, and use the minutes of exhaustion to finger her till she squirts, just like she did earlier. You are curious about her taste, so you guess you will eat her out as well, suckling on her pearl and dipping your tongue through her folds.

You try to make the most of the time you have in the real world, though. You spit on Chaewon’s jiggling tits and suck a nipple fervently. Her sensitivity reaches an all-time high, and she yells blissfully as your tongue laps her sore tits and bites down gently on the brown of her areola. With the harsh way you’re feeding on her, you might as well draw milk.

Chaewon pushes your head down on her tit, demanding more. She would have told you with her own words to do so, but her mouth is busy yelling out profanity. Her nails are sharp against your back.

As you spank her round bubble butt and devour her neck like a vampire, you vaguely try to remember when is the last time you had sex this rough and passionate with Minju. It feels like so long ago now. And even back then, if you were to compare it to the present, Chaewon is ten times better, if not the best girl you’ve fucked.

Each adventure your cock embarks in her pussy is ended with your whole shaft slick with wetness. It is soon flooded completely when Chaewon lets out a cry of ecstasy. Her walls close in on your girth to keep it in place for the shower of cum she initiates. The tightness milks you dry, and all of it goes directly into her warm pussy, making the pink walls white. Your cum collides with hers, ending up splashing all over both of you as the aftermath of a rough night of sex.

Chaewon slumps against you. Whatever strength and energy that are left in her body are too insufficient to make her draw herself away from your cock, which is still fit snugly inside her hole.

You wonder what to do now that the two of you are done fucking. Should you make her leave? Think about what you have done?

Those options seem meaningless. You decide that all you have to do is lay Chaewon down on the wet bed and collapse beside her with an exhausted groan. You are too tired to visualize drawing figures on the ceiling tonight. A few seconds later, you unknowingly doze off to sleep. You dream about Minju crying in her hotel room at Paris. The reason for her sobbing isn’t clarified in the dream, but after what you did with Chaewon, you know a possible one.

-

Six AM brings a ringing from your phone that jolts you awake. Your body is heavy with exhaustion, but you still make an effort to raise your torso from the bed, just enough for you to be able to put an end to the alarm.

The phone is blindingly bright. Squint your eyes to let as little ultraviolet rays pass through their lids, but just wide enough for your eyes to take notice of the day spelled out at the top of your screen. Wait, it’s a Sunday! Why did you set an alarm for six when there isn’t even class today? You do not even have tutoring sessions!

Then you see a message notification from an unknown number: 12-0801200. Curiosity-impulsed fingers dab on the notification to inspect.

Once it brings you to the conversation log, you almost drop your phone to the ground.

Kim Chaewon: good morning, sir;)

Here’s a picture of your breakfast~

Chaewon is on your kitchen island in the photo she sent after that. Her legs are spread wide open. Her tiny skirt cannot cover her creampied pussy that she flaunts at the camera. She is flashing a wink towards the round camera of her own cellphone as her fingers ghost over her lips painted white.

Arousal and panic merge and spread all over your body. How did Chaewon get your number? Why did she send such a provocative photo to you? You should report this! It’s beyond inappropriate! She just—

Wait a minute. Did you…?

Oh.

Oh.

The memories of last night flash through your mind again: Chaewon screaming as you pound her harshly, her ahegao, and her spraying on your dick. Each one brings more horror to you. You cannot believe what you’ve done. How did you let yourself give in so easily to temptation?

Your thumbs jam quickly to deliver a message of your own to Chaewon.

You: we need to talk

delete that message right now

We need to put a stop to this

Kim Chaewon: :(

Dont u want to eat your brekkie??

You: You have to stop

You hesitate for a moment, then type anyway.

You: where are you?? We have to talk!

No funny business!

The left-hand side of the screen balloons three impending dots which transform into Chaewon’s message.

Kim Chaewon: in the kitchen, waiting for u;)

You dash to the kitchen as fast as your feet can muster. On the way there, you scold yourself again and again. There isn’t a proper insult you can think of that can justify the anger you feel towards your own self. You have let yourself be swayed by some girl who is far too young for you. You have let her become living proof that can be used in future cases against you. It’s more than scandalous; it’s immoral. It’s sinful. If anybody knew about this, your life will be ruined permanently.

And if Minju knew about this…

Your heart breaks. You can’t believe you’ve done this to her. Your sweet, sweet Minju who has always been good and kind to you and Yeongwon. Your sweet Minju who loves you so purely and innocently that she might not even let her mind touch on the insecurity that you might cheat on her. Your sweet Minju who, because of your own carelessness and the girl laid before you on the table, can no longer be called yours.

Chaewon has evidently been waiting for you. She’s poised on the table in the same top and skirt as last night. She is grinning happily at you, too, as if this is nothing out of the ordinary, for her to sit on your dining table with her legs spread and breasts shown.

“Good morning, sir,” she says. “Yeongwon’s fast asleep. What do you say we go for another—”

Before you can stop yourself, you’ve grabbed Chaewon by the shoulders and shaken her. Her surprised eyes reflect your angry and panicked self.

“How dare you even say that?” you ask furiously. “You fucking seduced me! You made me cheat on my wife!”

Chaewon is stunned for a while. Her eyes are large with shock that you have actually worked the nerve to have shaken her, but then she remembers: she’s Kim Chaewon. You… you’re nothing but the ground beneath her feet.

“Oh, wow, are we back at the fucking guidance office, professor?” Chaewon recovers from her surprised state with a dismissive scoff. “Chaewon’s fault is this, Chaewon’s fault is that… God, have any of you old fucks ever tried accountability?”

That insult targeting your age is one you easily breeze through, but the accountability thing… that is absolute bullshit. Sure, you fucked her with gusto the night before, but let’s not forget that she was the one who made her advances towards you. What were you supposed to do with Minju gone and your head dizzy with the aftermath of a temporary crush on your student?

“What the fuck do you mean with your accountability bullcrap?” you roar. “ You came into my home! You decided that you wanted to fuck me!”

“And you let me,” chimes in Chaewon cheerfully. As she states her sentence more, her sweet smile dissolves. “Minju unnie was gone for the weekend and you decided to pervert on poor little Chaewonie who only wanted to babysit your kid. It isn’t my fault your embarrassment of a dick can’t take a day’s worth of no pussy! ”

Her smile starts out sweet and playful and changes to an expression mirroring your own at the end of her shouted sentence. She has stopped feigning innocence. Her true self has jumped out and it isn’t going to hide soon.

You do not know what is more painful: you cheating on Minju or the fact that you actually let yourself believe that Chaewon was going to change. You see now that although her beauty is undeniable, so are her ugly intentions and attitude. Why did you let yourself be played when you know her so well? Why did you ruin your job and your life?

Well, you reconsider the job and life part. No one knows that you and Chaewon had sex. You let yourself calm down on that part. But just a few seconds after you decide to settle down, Chaewon pipes up with a revelation that makes your blood run hot and cold:

“I recorded your screaming by the way, and took our photos. I sent them all to Minju unnie and Professor Lee.”

Your heart stops. The dread starts to grip you with its merciless fist and squeeze you to breathlessness. You don’t dare question if she actually did it; she found out your number, for god’s sake. Her finding out about Minju’s and the prefect’s are two instances that are very possible.

Chaewon shoves her phone in your face. You see the messages she sent to Minju and Professor Lee: voice recordings of you screaming your head off at her, and photos of you and Chaewon snuggled tight the night before. She even had the audacity to add nudes of her thoroughly painted pussy.

And Minju’s responses… you start to break down into tears. You can feel the shock and anger from her even countries away. It breaks your heart to know that she trusts you so much, and now that solid trust has finally broken. You read the messages of her taking Yeongwon with her, and only cry more.

You have no one else to blame for this but yourself. If you followed your gut and never let Chaewon into your home, you would still be able to meet Minju with a smile. You would still be able to see Yeongwon. But you’ve traded in all that for a night of passion that is anything but permanent. There is no strings attached with Chaewon. She has nothing to lose while you have everything. The court and school are sure to take her side.

Chaewon watches you sob yourself dumb on the floor. There is not one fragment of pity or regret written on her beautiful face. This is what she has planned after all. She has gotten what she wanted, and after that, there is nothing but satisfaction in store for her.

“And I guess you can call it even.”

She shrugs dismissively, as if it were such a small matter to her. As if it were something that can be resolved in little to no time at all. She’s careless like that, and you guess that it’s your fault for even giving in to her, but admittedly it’s that very thing about her that made you do it in the first place.

Lift your head from your hands and turn to her with a glare blurred by your tears. “What the fuck about this is even? You ruined my marriage, Chaewon!”

“But you wanted me to, didn’t you?” She inquires you with a raise of her eyebrows.

You roll your eyes at her and sniffle, wiping your cheeks dry the best you can because deep down inside, in your heart of hearts, you know that she’s right.

But you can’t blame this all on yourself. You were manipulated. You were made a victim by the girl you had sworn you would never be one to. She targeted you because even if you don’t talk about it, she knows your weaknesses and knows the right time to strike. And when the first blow hit, you just had to accept it.

Now, as you watch Chaewon emotionlessly witnessing you cry after she ruined your life with just a simple “send” button, you realize that nothing matters. You just want revenge.

You want to take revenge on the girl who ruined your life.

You stand up, slowly, hands shaking like your voice when you say: “Open your legs.”

“Funny that you decide only now that you want to fuck me,” Chaewon says mockingly. “Got over the consequences of your own actions already? Or—”

Fuck it. If she doesn’t want to spread her legs, you’ll do it for her your-damn-self.

You seize Chaewon’s legs and push them apart. Not caring if it results in pain, you lean in and eat her out. No playful licking to initiate, no sucking. You dice in straight to tongue-fucking her hole the way you wanted to the night before because fuck it. Your life is already broken. Might as well do what you want.

Chaewon tastes exquisite. You will never understand how such a rough and terrible girl can taste this good. Place your hands on the underside of each supple thigh to lick a stripe of saliva from the end of her slit to her clitoris repeatedly. Chaewon cries out. The sharp licks at her nub just brews more heat inside her being. And she knows that you are aware of that, which is why you continue giving her merciless licks and laps.

“Fuck, so good!”

Chaewon’s hole twitches with the wind. You blow on it, making her legs strain to close, but you block them with your head as you eat her out again. It’s messy and sloppy; your open-mouthed kisses on her clit are accompanied with your fingers swiftly entering her. Chaewon’s quivering screams are drawn out by their pumps and their fingertips scratching her G-spot. Your fingers are already slick.

“Oh, fuck, yes! Finger me just like that!” Chaewon pleads. You hate how your form of revenge still benefits her carnal needs. Isn’t revenge supposed to be a one-sided thing? Something that only brings good to you?

But then you remember: whatever you do is a component to playing into her plan.

It makes you angry, but how can you stop when she tastes so good? You even furiously pull her legs closer so that you can taste her better. You wildly wiggle your tongue and thumb her clit, and Chaewon becomes even more worked up, clenching down on your pink busy muscle and screaming. You can feel her walls loosen and clench again rhythmically on your tongue, as if they could not decide if they’d rather keep it inside or let it go.

Still, your technique of gliding the tip of your tongue harshly against the upper wall of her cunt and stimulating her clit remains steadfast. Chaewon is beginning to whimper. Will you have the good sense to slow down the rubbing on her clit so she can take this orgasm? She wishes you do, but you just keep licking and lapping. The wiggling of your tongue slides against all the orgasmic spots that she feels the knot tense in her stomach.

“Fuck, you really like your breakfast, d-don’t you?” Chaewon tries to maintain her bad girl façade, but it is close to gone now, just like the length to the destination of her orgasm. She feels it pulse in her clit and she screams again. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—too much!”

You are smart to close your eyes. Chaewon is both a screamer and a squirter. Almost all of your face is wet from her cum. But you do not take that as a sign to stop. You haven’t finished your breakfast yet!

You’ve licked her pussy clean from juices. Now, you have to actually take a bite of your breakfast. You tease your teeth around her clit as you bump it with your tongue. Chaewon’s legs are flailing around wildly, but you keep them in their place. She wanted this, and you are giving it to her. It is simply a matter of eye for eye, orgasm for orgasm. You are treating her with the same logic as she did you.

It’s her fault for screaming like that. For having such delicious and pretty whines that you want to eat more of her. For having such a beautiful voice that sounds better when she’s moaning.

It’s her fault for being so damn tempting that you start to like her more than you do Minju. It’s her fault for being younger and prettier and more attractive that you do not even have to play your cards right to have a taste of her.

It’s her fault. It’s all her fault.

Then…

“ Please, sir.”

The girl who has ruined your life and others’ is begging. Begging. She looks down at you, face red and eyes filled with tears. You smile; you’ve pushed her to her limit. She is going to ask you to stop. She will—

“More, sir, please. Please eat your bad student out.”

You are stunned. Again and again you have been fooled by Chaewon. No matter how many times you think you finally have the upper hand after fighting for it hard, it always ends up being hers.

Chaewon knows you know this. Her smile says it all. She knows all the right words to rile you up, all the right movements. She is so much deception personified that you wonder if any of this was real. Had she been faking orgasms as well as her actions?

The tears rush to your eyes. You have reached an all-time low. Chaewon may be more exciting, but at least Minju actually cares for you. Your heart hurts even more at remembering you should be using the past tense, as your past actions have affected what she would have felt now. You are not a man at all. You’re nothing but a masochistic toy for Chaewon to use and play for orgasms and outbursts.

Her cum is almost as abundant as your tears. God, how did your life get like this? you wonder, as your mouth instinctively drinks her up. How did you fall for a girl who doesn’t care about you at all?

More importantly, how did you let yourself get to this point?

Those are questions best answered at a later time. You still have to finish eating your breakfast.