## Chapter 47 – To Catch the Daughter, Start With the Mother (4)
It’s clear why Yujeong is going to such lengths, even forcing this sudden swap of math teachers. It must be to monitor the relationship between Yujin and me.
Even so, after what I did to her yesterday, and how coldly she abandoned me this morning, the fact that she’s back in front of me as the perfect teacher, all because she’s worried about her daughter and despite not wanting to see my face, can only be described as remarkable maternal love.
I pretended to write a problem on the board, hiding my dick behind the teacher’s desk and rubbing it against Yujeong’s black skirt. My dick, which had been rubbing against Yujeong’s ass, subtly lifted her skirt and slipped between her thighs, but Yujeong’s expression barely changed.
That’s right.
The one here right now isn’t a bitch or a mother, but Teacher Yujeong.
Any more than this in front of others, especially Yujin, and I risk getting caught. I pulled my dick out from between Yujeong’s ass cheeks.
My pants weren’t wet or anything, but when I smelled my hand that had touched the zipper area, I caught that sweet scent I’d smelled all night long.
Yujeong’s pussy juice.
“You….”
“Heh.”
I thought Yujeong, enraged by my actions of rubbing my dick under her ass and between her thighs in front of the students, would slap me. So, daring her to try, I offered Yujeong my right cheek—
But instead of my cheek, Yujeong touched the chalk in my hand.
“Don’t you understand?”
Yujeong, who hit my chest harder than necessary for someone just trying to push me away with her elbow, ignored me and stood facing the blackboard. Then, with the chalk, tap, tap, tap! She nervously and quickly wrote the answer to the diagram problem.
“This is the clitoris! This is the labia majora! This is the labia minora! This is the urethra! This is the vagina! Why can’t you write something this simple? You confidently came out here saying you could solve it yourself…. You weren’t paying attention in my class, were you.”
“……What?”
I just rubbed my rock-hard dick against her ass, and now what is she talking about?
She even tasted that dick all morning until just now, and screamed and cried beneath it, didn’t she, you old woman.
Instead of me, who was flustered, it was the male students behind the teacher’s desk who reacted to Yujeong’s aggressive explanation.
“Ugh…….”
A few of the male students suddenly hunched over as if they had a stomachache, burying their heads on their desks. But Yujeong didn’t seem to realize that she had just given some of the male students a distorted sense of sexual desire that they would never forget.
There was no point in standing up proudly with my hard-on, ready to solidify my image as a sex offender. It seems Yujeong got one over on me. Then I have no choice but to immediately return the favor.
I roughly filled out the remaining answers and went back to my seat. No, I was about to sit down, but Yujeong grabbed my wrist as I turned around, and then reached out towards my chest, wondering what was going on.
“Your attire! Always neat! Remember, you’re a student at our school now too… for now, anyway.”
Those were loaded words. After that, Yujeong started buttoning up my dress shirt, which I had deliberately messed up to create a bad-boy image, as if she were my girlfriend.
The male students sighed enviously, but the female students looked puzzled, wondering why the chairman was going so far for me, a mere transfer student.
Does this old woman still think we’re alone in a motel?
Even Sua and Jiyeong looked at me, seemingly sensing something strange about Yujeong’s actions of personally fixing my clothes, which didn’t fit her usual strict and abstemious image.
Damn it, lady. I’m not your boyfriend, stop it already.
I shook off Yujeong’s hand, perhaps too roughly for someone doing it to a teacher, the chairman no less, and turned away.
Then, as I returned to my seat, I glanced at Jiyeong and Sua. Jiyeong immediately lost interest and seemed to be focusing on her own world inside her laptop, but Sua…
Her expression was still hard to read. Did she notice something between Yujeong and me?
I don’t know.
Damn… this is all the old woman’s fault.
But it wasn’t all bad.
Even after seeing the video I sent—Yujeong clinging to my dick and acting coquettish—my mom still firmly believed that Yujin was raped by me like she was, and that she would never willingly be with someone like me, that her mother could never be such a filthy bitch. It seemed like that belief was crumbling.
I lowered the intensity of the remote control. It would be a problem if Yujin suddenly came just from relaxing. And anyway, Yujeong’s touch and gaze as she fixed my clothes would be more painful for Yujin than these toys.
I had given Sua a reason to suspect me, so I couldn’t tell if it was a loss, or if it could be considered a gain because it further broke Yujin’s heart.
What’s done is done. Now I have no choice but to push forward.
To make Yujin completely submit to me, I will make Yujeong, Yujin’s weakness who never gives in to any adversity, submit to me first. To do that, even if Yujeong, who is somewhat distant from my revenge target, is ruined, I don’t care.
I’m going all the way.
I sat down in my chair. And I looked up at Yujeong. I could see the face of the teacher, who had no idea about the cold calculation and cruel conclusion that had taken place in my mind during the short walk from the teacher’s desk to my seat.
“You! What was that behavior towards the teacher just now? How dare you lay a hand on me?!”
Yujeong shouted at me.
The already cold atmosphere towards me became even colder as it was endorsed by Yujeong, a respected teacher at the school.
Now, even the few students who had maintained a neutral stance, Minjun and Nayeon, were showing signs of distancing themselves from me.
But I don’t care. If I can ruin the lives of those bitches who ruined me by going through this, then so be it.
“Come to the chairman’s office during lunch break, alone!”
Hmph, I see. So that’s why she deliberately did that. She’s pretty clever for an old woman. But it’s a handshake that could be fatal.
Can’t you see it, you bitch pretending to be a teacher? While you’re fighting with me, while you’re acting like a teacher in front of me, look at the face of your daughter who is in despair.
But I don’t need to tell Yujeong that. Rather, Yujeong had to be unaware of it until the moment I planned arrived.
“Yes.”
So I smiled brightly and answered Yujeong’s command.
Lunch break.
I skipped lunch and walked to the chairman’s office alone. I could see Yujin following my back with her eyes as I got up from my seat.
Ignoring her, I casually walked out of the classroom as if I was going to the bathroom. But I hadn’t even reached the chairman’s office yet when I ran into Yujeong in the hallway.
Yujeong, who was dressed like a slut, shamelessly exposing her tempting thighs in front of the students, was cracking down on the outfits of the passing female students.
She should fix her own daughter’s clothes before doing something like that. She’s just like a mother who can’t be strict with her daughter.
Yujeong, who met my eyes, said, “I told you to come during lunch break, but to come this early, surely you didn’t skip lunch…… You! Follow me!”
I followed Yujeong, who was alternating between her appearance as a teacher and as a woman who hated me, perhaps because we were in front of the students, to the chairman’s office.
Then,
“Oh my, Principal, why are you here?”
Yujeong, who secretly hated the principal, asked him in a tone that was subtly polite, but sounded impolite in reverse.
The principal, who had been fidgeting in front of the chairman’s office door like a dog about to take a dump, was startled and suddenly made up some ridiculous excuse about having something to do and ran away.
The security guard, who had been loitering nearby following the principal, tried to run away from Yujeong’s gaze, but
“Why are you here, sir? The security office is very far from here. Don’t tell me you went into my room again to clean it without permission? I told you before that I would take care of cleaning my room myself, so I warned you never to enter the chairman’s office, didn’t I?”
Yujeong’s voice, which she spoke clearly without shouting, was enough to intimidate the men.
However, that was Yujeong’s true self, only becoming a pushover in front of me, only when she was alone with me.
“Yes? Yes? Ah haha….”
The security guard just gave an awkward laugh and hurriedly ran away to where the principal had disappeared.
I stared at the place where they had disappeared for a while.
“What are you looking at?”
Yujeong asked, but of course there was no reason to tell her that. But before long, she would know with her own body why I was looking at them.
Yujeong opened the door to the chairman’s office with the key that only she had in this school, except for Yujin and the security guard. Then, instead of immediately entering the chairman’s office following her, she grabbed my wrist, which was deliberately lingering outside the door, and pulled me in.
Yujeong, who had entered the chairman’s office and created a secret room herself, immediately locked the door as if someone was going to follow us in, and pulled on the doorknob several times to make sure the door was tightly closed.
“It’s closed, right?…….”
I interrupted Yujeong’s mutterings.
“Yes, noona. It’s definitely closed. It’s just the two of us here. It’s just like a motel. Do you want to do it again?”
Yujeong, who had been staring at my face with a frozen expression, burst out laughing in vain, and then let down her hair, which had been tied up high. Then, she undid one of the buttons on her dress shirt, which had been tied up tightly to the top, making her face look stuffy and her chest look like it was about to burst.
Then, she even picked up a notepad hanging on the whiteboard next to the door and walked towards me, step by step.
“Shut up!”
Yujeong had shouted at me, but even before she shouted at me, she was already swinging her fist at me.
I wondered if Yujin had inherited the habit of swinging her fist first without thinking about the consequences from this woman.
I glanced at Yujeong’s fist flying towards me. It was a clumsy pose, with two large chunks of flesh on her upper body and two equally large chunks of flesh on her lower body, making it a very slow attack.
What should I do? I could just take it. I could just get beaten up and then cling to Yujeong, calling her noona.
But on the contrary, I could easily dodge Yujeong’s fist and then deliver a blow to Yujeong’s stomach that couldn’t even be compared to that.
And then I could make Yujeong throw away her pride and beg for her life, clinging to my legs and calling me oppa, save me.
What should I do? Depending on my choice now, all of my future plans will change as well.
