“One, two, three, four… all present. Don’t cause any trouble today — just study. Especially you! Chae Yieon! Are we clear?”
“Hey! Sir! What did I even do?”
Chae Yieon, slouched lazily in the back corner seat nearest the classroom door, grinned and protested to Woomin.
Woomin wrapped up homeroom quickly, pointed at Chae Yieon one more time with a “I’ve got my eye on you,” and walked out. The moment any semblance of supervision was gone, the classroom erupted back into chatter.
Bad enough that he hated studying — but what Ryun hated most in the world, above all else, was anything that required physical exertion. And so the class he despised most in the entire world was PE.
Of all people, that class happened to be taught by his homeroom teacher, Woomin, who seemed to derive his greatest joy in life from tormenting Ryun — relentlessly targeting him whenever Ryun’s face twisted into the particular expression of extreme loathing that came from being pushed past his limits.
Why, he had no idea. But today, too, Woomin was trying to force him to run — so Ryun had slipped away to the equipment storage room while Woomin wasn’t looking, and laid himself down on a mat inside that blissfully comfortable space.
Ah, I shouldn’t fall asleep.
And yet this useless body of his, the moment it was horizontal, reflexively seized up and sank deep.
Ryun grumbled to himself as sleep dragged him under.
Sure enough, his mind stayed perfectly awake while his body lay there like a lump — and then someone stepped into the storage room and let out a short, amused breath.
“Jin Ryun. You were in here?”
It was his homeroom teacher, Woomin. He said he’d been looking for Ryun for a while, which made Ryun grumble internally.
He was probably looking for me so he could make me do something weird and torment me like always.
He’d come in here to escape him, but Woomin, relentless as ever, had tracked Ryun down — so he’d probably wake him up any second now and start in on his usual harassment.
Ryun groused internally: I already know, so just hurry up and wake me already.
But contrary to his expectations, Woomin didn’t wake him. Instead, he sat down on the mat beside Ryun and gave him a light poke.
“You actually asleep?”
The hand that had been poking at him shifted, slipping gradually — and then began to stroke the inside of Ryun’s thigh.
The sleeping Ryun was briefly confused, then pieced together the situation, and broke into a wide smile.
What is this situation?
Ryun grinned at yet another out-of-the-ordinary development that had come to find him.
That many people had been after me? Could there be more? I wonder if there are others out there with their sights set on me.
Curiosity was curiosity — and arousal was arousal.
Woomin’s hands were rough-looking things, but they curled around Ryun’s thigh with a richly deliberate touch that pulled increasingly wet sounds from his lips.
“Mm, hnn….”
“Jin Ryun, wake up. What kind of person sleeps this soundly when they don’t know what I might do?”
Woomin watched Ryun respond and laughed with quiet amusement.
As Ryun’s groin reacted to Woomin’s stroking hand, the hand grew bolder — kneading the soft flesh of Ryun’s inner thigh, close to the crease of his hip, while the back of his hand grazed lightly against Ryun’s crotch with each pass.
“Hnng, hh……”
At that grazing contact, the sleeping Ryun’s body twitched and shuddered.
Even so, Woomin didn’t stop. As if it didn’t matter either way whether Ryun woke up or not.
Coaxing one kid into compliance was easy enough — if Ryun woke up, he’d work his appeal on him directly; if he didn’t wake up, it would end with just this, just touching. Neither outcome was bad.
Though if this one turns me down, I’d literally be screwed.
It might be wishful thinking, but Woomin had been quietly picking up on the interest Ryun seemed to be sending his way — subtle as it was — and he kept testing it, kept putting his hands on Ryun.
Even when Woomin touched Ryun in ways that edged toward something more, Ryun never showed any sign of discomfort or displeasure — if anything, his face would flush softly and he’d respond to the contact.
For a man as seasoned as Woomin was from years of relationships, reading someone’s attitude, tone, and gaze was second nature. This wasn’t him misreading anything.
Still — I was trying to hold myself back. But if you act like you’re just serving yourself up…
Woomin snickered. He’d had his eye on Ryun since the very first day of the entrance ceremony.
Every little thing about him was exactly to Woomin’s taste — but Ryun was a student, and if he made a wrong move, his entire life could come crashing down, so he’d kept himself in check. He just hadn’t expected to end up as the homeroom teacher of Ryun’s class.
Every time Woomin gave him a small nudge with just a trace of ulterior motive, Ryun would jump in the most endearing way — so Woomin had made a habit of poking at him every chance he got during class. That had made Ryun start fleeing the moment he so much as laid eyes on Woomin. And today, when Ryun had vanished without a hair in sight, Woomin had gone looking and eventually found him here — the equipment storage room.
Even running away, Ryun never got very far. Adorable kid.
“Ryun. You not waking up?”
Woomin’s voice carried a grin in it as he spoke toward Ryun.
The hand that had been leisurely stroking him traveled up over his hip and caught the waistband of his PE pants.
Oh dear. Why is my hand doing that? Woomin laughed to himself and tugged Ryun’s pants down just slightly.
The underwear cupping the backside of Ryun, lying curled on his side, peeked into view.
With each downward pull of Woomin’s hand, more of that underwear was revealed — the rounded swell of flesh it covered coming fully into sight, and then —
“What’s this?”
The smile dropped from Woomin’s face. His expression went rigid, and his voice turned cold as he asked a question Ryun couldn’t answer.
Between the slightly twisted gap of Ryun’s legs, the inner thighs Woomin had just been kneading were covered — covered in bite marks and the unmistakable marks of someone sucking on skin. Woomin’s jaw locked tight.
Who? Who touched him?
Before him — who had gotten there first? Woomin’s jaw ground together, a quiet sound of controlled fury.
Furious at the realization that this body had already been handled by someone else before him, Woomin gripped Ryun’s backside roughly.
“Jin Ryun, who did this with you?”
Ryun couldn’t answer in his sleep, but Woomin kept asking.
Getting no answer, he clicked his tongue — then pulled down the underwear covering Ryun’s backside and spread the cleft apart with rough hands.
“Hnn……”
Woomin didn’t even look at Ryun shuddering as his backside was pried open so suddenly and roughly — he pressed a finger against Ryun’s hole, then pushed it inside.
“Huu—!”
Ryun’s body jolted harder at the sudden intrusion cleaving into him.
The hole — still untrained, too tight to take even a finger cleanly — made Woomin’s anger melt right out of him.
Still a virgin. Woomin started smiling again.
“I was surprised, Ryun. I thought one of my students had given his first to someone other than his teacher.”
“Hiing.”
“Shouldn’t you learn about sex from your teacher? If you’re a student, you should be learning from your teacher, shouldn’t you?”
He said it warmly — that Ryun had been flirting with him, so what business did he have giving his body to anyone else — all while kneading Ryun’s groin with that large hand of his. The words sounded sweet; the content was pure madness.
Woomin took Ryun’s small, neat cock in one hand and worked it like a toy, and before long Ryun’s cock had swelled and a bead of precum had gathered at the tip.
Woomin gripped the now-firm length and stroked it up and down, and Ryun’s hips arched like a bow.
“Ahhn—!”
“Heh. But Ryun — seriously, who was it? It wasn’t just his teeth on your thighs, was it?”
As he said it, he tugged up the hem of Ryun’s PE top — and there was Ryun’s stomach, and the flat plane of his chest with two small buds sitting on it.
His chest and belly were covered in bite marks and red patches, plainly sucked and bitten all over — whoever had gotten a taste of his thighs had clearly had a taste of the rest of him too.
Woomin’s jaw clamped tight again.
“Looks like Ryun needs to be punished. What do you think you’re doing, letting just anyone have this body? Hm?”
