## Chapter 80 – My Own Collection? (4)
“Hee… heehee… Hieeeeee……”
In an instant, she transformed from a social elite into a brainless sex fiend, her moans vulgar beyond compare.
After a series of orgasms, her hips vibrated rapidly as if she were performing a belly dance or had a motor attached.
Her breasts and buttocks, unusually large, shook accordingly.
And then, a sliver of reason remained.
Gathering every last bit of it, Yujeong managed only to cover her mouth with both hands.
Yujeong, who, following my command, feigned madness with pleasure, shaking her pussy on the dildo to lower my guard.
Yujeong, who, pretending to be a submissive bitch, kissed my cock and fed me drugs through my pee hole.
Yujeong, who, displaying bizarre madness, even sincerely proposed to me, a man the same age as her daughter.
Perhaps she thought that by making me her husband, she could bid farewell to the humiliation of being raped by me, the loneliness and sexual frustration that couldn’t be resolved by merely pleasuring herself with her fingers every night, and my behavior of preying on her daughter.
Yujeong’s plan to turn a confident, independent male into her own child was horrifying.
But the result is this.
I stared silently at Yujeong’s pussy, which had immediately squirted out her juices before I could even give it a proper shake. It was a beautiful pussy. So beautiful that it felt almost vulgar to call it by the somewhat crude word “pussy.”
Thick, but not fat. A pussy that looked so good to the touch that I could feel the sensation on my cock just by looking at it.
I raised my gaze. And without even pulling my cock out of her pussy, I looked down at Yujeong’s face, her head on the floor, still kneeling on my pelvis with only her waist bent backward.
The look in Yujeong’s eyes, barely visible through her disheveled hair, was as ugly as her beautiful pussy was lovely.
It was like watching a boxer who was perfect in every way—footwork, punching power—but had a congenital glass jaw.
I had been horrified by Yujeong’s madness just moments ago, but now I even felt a sense of pity.
“Baby… Baby boy… Give me your baby boy….”
Yujeong mumbled, biting her lower lip hard with her fangs to suppress the moans trying to escape.
Baby boy? Is she talking about my sperm? Is she going to get pregnant at her age and raise my child now?
Does that mean Yujeong will marry me, who is the same age as her child, raise me like a child, who is her daughter’s age but now her husband, and at the same time get pregnant with my child, who is her husband and child, and raise that child as her own too?
…What the fuck!
It’s the insane ramblings of a crazy woman that can’t be properly explained.
But Yujeong had Yujin at a young age and has taken very good care of herself since then, so it’s entirely possible that my sperm could implant in Yujeong’s director’s uterus…
“Give me your baby boy—”
Yujeong shouted again, flailing her arms.
It was a sight I definitely wanted to show Yujin. And I wanted to see Yujin’s expression when she found out that her mother was pregnant with my child, who was no other man than me.
But now is not the time to be having such idle thoughts.
First of all, there are people outside the door right now. So be quiet, you pathetic pussy.
Yujeong, unable even to straighten her back, reached out with both hands, desperately wanting my cock and the sperm that would come out of it.
Her rolling eyes and the ten fingers that flailed about as if trying to claw at my face were like a scene from a horror movie.
“Having a baby at your age is embarrassing, you old woman. Get a grip.”
I flicked Yujeong’s nipple with my index finger to show her her place.
“Ugh!”
Then—thwack!—I gave her clit a flick as well.
I did it to give her pain and make her come to her senses, but Yujeong just made a dazed expression as if she was about to come again.
I quickly reached out and covered Yujeong’s mouth with both hands.
“Ooh- ooh- ooh- ugh.”
But it was impossible to block everything. First, I need to pull my cock out of Yujeong’s pussy.
Aside from Yujeong screaming, I think I’m going to cum first.
“Um… Director. Are you with someone right now?”
“…Damn it, lady. Get a grip!”
I buried my face in Yujeong’s breasts and screamed in a small voice.
Click! Click!
I heard the sound of the door handle turning. The director’s office is a place where not only students but even faculty members can’t enter without permission. And yet, Miyeon, who is not even a regular teacher at this school, but just a temporary student teacher, is turning the doorknob as she pleases?
She wouldn’t do that without a considerable amount of certainty. She must have heard something.
“Director? …Director!”
It’s been a long time since the school bell rang, and there are a man and a woman alone in the director’s office.
That alone is enough to cause misunderstandings. Yujeong already receives all sorts of misunderstandings just by standing still thanks to her exceptionally beautiful appearance, but if this gets out, the rumor will spread throughout the school immediately. This will reach Sua’s ears in less than a day.
It’s a situation where I can’t be suspected, but I’m going to be suspected, and Sua will investigate me, and then I’m done for. I was confident that I could hide it well, but what about the security guard connected to me? The principal? Yujin?
And more than anything else, this old woman on my cock is the problem.
Before I knew it, I had slapped Yujeong’s breasts hard again. The sound of hitting her breasts echoed outside the door, but it was a hundred times better than Yujeong keeping her mouth shut.
“Lady, get up! Get a grip! You have to answer!”
I shouted, burying my lips in Yujeong’s breasts. I used Yujeong’s breasts as a pillow to muffle the sound.
“Uhee? Uheehee, uheehee.”
It was a mistake. She just likes my breath touching her breasts. Damn it, crazy woman.
Click! Click!
I heard the sound of the door handle turning again.
“Director! Are you listening? Please answer me!”
Miyeon’s voice is loud. It’s loud enough for the students in the classroom to hear.
If this gets out, I’m not the only one who’s screwed. But Yujeong, who’s already lost her mind, showed no signs of waking up.
I tried hitting Yujeong’s breasts again. I pinched her nipples too. I pulled on her stomach and gave her a short-range belly punch. Her soft lower abdomen absorbed all the impact. It was all useless.
Even in the midst of all this, Yujeong’s pussy, as if it were a separate creature unrelated to Yujeong’s capable and rational brain, was squeezing my cock tightly, trying to extract my sperm.
I had to do everything I could to avoid cumming. If I cum without responsibility like last time, I’m really screwed. I wanted to see Yujin’s expression when she heard from her mother Yujeong that she had a younger sibling as old as herself, who had been raised as a precious only child, but that doesn’t mean I can become this old woman’s husband, or rather, her baby-making baby.
There’s only one way.
I pressed down hard on Yujeong’s mouth with both hands. And hoping that Yujeong would stop this madness and disgrace, and hoping that she would show the dignity of the director she once was, I thrust my cock, which was already deep inside Yujeong’s pussy, even deeper into her body.
So that the tip of my cock, the glans hole, would touch Yujeong’s uterus.
“Heeeee, hee, heeeeee!”
Yujeong took a deep breath.
I was now knocking on Yujeong’s uterus as urgently as Miyeon, who was knocking on the door outside.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
I knocked on Yujeong’s pussy dozens of times during that very short but long time.
Finally, Yujeong woke up. Yujeong, who had regained her senses, glared at me with fierce eyes.
At me, who was straddling her as she lay on her back, shaking my hips rapidly, and thrusting my cock in deeply, while doing everything I could to minimize the sound of my crotch skin touching Yujeong’s plump pussy.
“What… what are you doing right now?”
What is this damn old woman saying! I really want to flick her forehead, pull her breasts, and spank her ass!
“Director? Director! Please answer if you can hear me! What are you doing? Why do you keep making strange noises….”
“Huh?”
Yujeong was scolded by a student teacher who was much younger and had far less experience for making strange noises. Yujeong, who would have usually grilled Miyeon until she cried in a calm voice, could only blush now and say nothing.
Yujeong pushed my chest away with all her might. Then, trembling, she barely got up and pulled my cock out of her pussy.
“Ugh! Come on, get dressed quickly, you too!”
You were the one who took it off, but now you’re acting up, you bitch. And the way she glances at my cock, which is still wet and swaying, or rather, stares at it openly, is nothing short of ugly.
Anyway, now is not the time to blame Yujeong, so I quickly put on my clothes as well. Unlike Yujeong, I only needed to pull up my underwear and pants, so it wouldn’t take long. But my cock, which was fully erect and unable to cum, was still noticeably swollen even after I put on my clothes.
“I don’t think this is going to work, I’ll take care of it quickly—”
“Ah—just get dressed quickly, you old woman!”
“Director? Di.rec.tor! Something must have happened to you, right? If you don’t answer, I’m going to call the security guard and have him open the door! Should I call an ambulance? ……Or a police car?”
I ran. To pick up Director Yujeong’s black stockings. If I sold them to the male students at the school, I could get at least 100,000 won. I could use them as fap material at least ten times, so I picked them up and threw them at Yujeong’s face.
And then I ran again. To pick up the bra. This is three times the price of the stockings, and three times as good as fap material. Because it was deeply imbued with Yujeong’s body odor.
“What are you doing! Put it on quickly!”
I growled in a low voice.
“Ha, but the buttons… the buttons….”
That damn big chest of hers. Her breasts were so big that her shirt wouldn’t close properly.
“It won’t close….”
“Then how did you wear it this morning!”
“My daughter did it for me then. She does it every day.”
She said it in a tone that showed how proud and admirable her daughter was.
Is this the time to brag about your daughter?
And just like that, she’s bragging about how her daughter buttons her up every day at her age. You bitch.
I ran to Yujeong, who was wringing her hands in place, and buttoned up her shirt. Like a husband devoted to his wife, seeing her off to work.
Why is it that she’s so capable when it comes to administrative tasks, but she can’t even do this simple task on her own?
The buttons weren’t buttoned properly. When I tried to force it, the shirt was about to tear. I had no choice but to pull on her coat and button only the buttons on the coat. Still, her breasts were so big that they couldn’t help but stick out.
Anyway, there’s no time to delay any longer. I could hear Miyeon’s footsteps walking towards the hallway.
And the stockings, bra, skirt, shirt, coat, etc. It seemed like she had put on most of her clothes, so it would be okay to open the door now.
I slapped Yujeong’s butt, who was flustered and didn’t know what to do. And then we quickly exchanged words.
“Get a grip, have you forgotten who you are?”
“Who am I….”
“You’re the director. The director of this school.”
“So what if I am.”
“Haa… how does your daughter act?
“Arrogantly.”
“……How does she act at school?”
“Confidently?”
“Yes, act confidently. You are the owner of this school.”
I will be the owner soon, though.
“Then go now!”
I gave Yujeong a look and then crawled into the director’s desk. I hid under the director’s desk and raised my hand to signal that it was okay to open the door. I felt strange, as if I had been caught having a secret affair.
Anyway, Yujeong opened the door right away.
