Chapter 13 – A TA Diary Is an Essay.
From period 1 to period 3. Class continues and now it’s 4th period. Hyeon-joo fell on the desk with a tearful face.
“It’s coming… It’s literature time..”
In other words, it means that the deadline for submitting the book report homework that Hyeonju did not do has come. He already knew he couldn’t turn in his homework, but he couldn’t help but feel depressed as the time came.
“Cheer up, Hyeonju. Anyway, you don’t have to worry too much about your grades. The weight you gave in your homework isn’t that big… Besides, Teacher Minjeong is in charge of literature. I’m not the kind of person who would get angry just because she didn’t do her homework. Right, right?”
“Um… That’s not true.”
Speaking of Seo Min-jeong, she was a teacher who was known to be timid enough to not know why such a person was teaching. Perhaps even if Hyeon-joo confidently goes and tells her that she hasn’t done her homework, let alone get angry, she’s the kind of person who can’t even say a single word. I heard that he was originally a librarian at a library, but there are rumors that a person who became a ‘recommended person’ scouted him. No, rather than that, I know because Hyeonju heard it directly from the recommender. Thinking that way, while feeling relieved, it also seemed like a cowardly act of discriminating between an easy teacher and a scary teacher, so Hyeon-joo’s mind was complicated.
“It’s lunch time after this class is over, right? But today, your brother, aren’t you going to school? Can’t you see?”
“Hmm…That bastard doesn’t seem to come until after lunch. Until then, the married woman next door said she would use the hall to play. Aren’t you really lazy? Unemployed bastard..”
“Hehe, I’m envious of something. I want to live like that too… No, well, I don’t think you’re a person who plays and eats that much, but I mean.”
Even a short chat was over in 10 minutes. When the bell announcing the 4th period rang, the front door opened and Mr. Seo Min-jeong, who was in charge of the 4th period, entered the classroom. Mr. Seo Min-jung said that she was on the short side, but her breasts were quite large. There are many Ohna halls with bigger breasts, but in terms of proportion, isn’t she the top tier in Minjeong’s school? She wore a relatively revealing outfit for a teacher at this school, but she wore an off-the-shoulder miniskirt. The sight of the strings of the thongs sticking out was enough to make the man go crazy.
Min-jeong, who entered her classroom, nodded to her students in her polite manner. She is a polite teacher.
“…Hello everyone. It’s literature class. I believe you’ve all done the homework I gave you last time. Please turn it in at the podium after class is over.”
After delivering her announcement so briefly, Minjeong went straight to class. Her attitude was quite different from Suwol, who simply chatted with the students before entering the class and increased the students’ concentration in the class. In fact, it would be a bit harsh to expect Minjeong, who is not good at dealing with people, to have the same level of technique as Suwol. Because she knew this, the students opened their textbooks without saying anything. As the term “Literature textbook” Suits, the proportion of text in literature textbooks was very high compared to other textbooks. Maybe it’s because of the lack of illustrations to arouse her interest, she seems to be drowsy just reading the text. Fortunately, though, perhaps because the structure of the textbook is excellent, it is easy to read even though there are many letters, and there are many texts that can arouse interest, so few students openly get bored with it.
“…So… How far did this class go? It’s confusing because each class prioritizes a different progress…”
“Yes. The other day, while I was explaining about essay literature, the paper ran out and it ended.”
When the class president answered, Minjeong nodded her head as if she remembered.
“Ah… That’s right. Uh uh, so obviously essay literature.. Among them, I’ve finished the assistant’s diary, which is written by men. “
Then, Minjeong started writing the bill. Start at the far left end of the board and fill it all the way to the far right end. She didn’t say anything and just continued writing. And only after there was almost no space left on the blackboard, did Minjeong speak again.
“The journals written by Oh Na-Hol are different from those written by men. Even if they write down the same phenomenon, the problem arises because the viewpoints of Ona-Hol and the men are completely different. I can’t say which one is superior. Both have pros and cons. To put it simply, it is attractive that the journals written by the men describe in detail the ugliness of the onaholes, the feelings and pleasures the men feel while watching them, and what they thought of such training. Although onahols can’t read men’s minds, you can have an indirect experience by reading these men’s diaries. When men write assistant journals, they often write very simple and fragmented records compared to when Oh Na-Hol writes assistant journals. It has the downside of not being easy to find. Paradoxically, that’s why so few journals are given great meaning. And,”
Many. Anyway, the amount of information is staggering.
He usually stutters, and his voice is so low that it’s hard to hear what he’s saying. After standing in front of the lecture table and starting a lecture, he speaks so fast that it is difficult to keep up with the writing, and there is also a lot of information. It doesn’t even show where it stops breathing, gives students a chance to think, or even asks questions at all, just hits the amount of information. Evidence of absolute lack of technique as a teacher.
Unable to hear, one of the students raised his hand and said.
“Hey, sir! I’m really sorry, but I’m talking so fast that I can’t understand everything. Could you slow down a bit?”
“Ah…”
Mr. Minjeong blankly opened her mouth for a moment, then shyly nodded her head timidly, blushing her cheeks.
“Mi-I’m sorry. I’ve shown a bad habit again. I’ll correct it right away… Uh-uh… So…”
She must have been very perplexed. She felt as if she was at a loss as to how far she had spoken and where to start talking again. It feels like there is a stark difference in proficiency with Suwol. Hagiya, since I am not a teacher from the beginning, a certain amount of trial and error may be unavoidable. You may need to receive proper training from the recommender again.
“Uh, uhm.. Then, who will read the 74 page text once?”
She intends to find a way to get her class back on track after having the student read the text for now. It’s a last resort, but it’s usable as soon as possible.
“Then I’ll read it.”
“Yes, yes.. Seongmi student.. Please read it once..”
It was Sung-mi who gave a helping hand. Tempted, she immediately got up from her seat and went down to read the text as an example on page 74 of her textbook.
“May 10th. Today, I received pussy training at Seongguk’s house. Seongguk was a friend who had a great interest in my body from the past, so I knew this day would come someday, but I really didn’t expect it to be this soon. I didn’t think of it. Seongguk called me, saying that my parents weren’t home today. I have no right to reject a man because I’m one-of-a-kind, so of course I went to Seongguk’s house. As soon as I opened the front door and entered, he called me. I hugged him tightly and kissed him with his toad-like lips. During the kiss, Sungguk’s erect cock pricked my thighs. It was a happy and complicated feeling to have this reaction to my onahole. Seongguk made me feel confident. ‘S room, and ordered a striptease. So I,”
“Ah… Please read that far. Thank you, Seongmi student.”
To what extent, Mr. Minjeong cut off his words in a calm voice, as if he had sorted out his perplexed mind. As Seong-mi sat down in her seat, Miss Min-jeong started talking to her, at least at a better rate than before.
“The text in the textbook is the diary of an onahole. You can see that it is written in a calm atmosphere.. This is because it is a situation explanation that precedes a full-fledged teaching assistant, and there is also a reason why the narrator himself is an onahole with a simple personality.. However, writing this lightly has the effect of contrasting with the perverted description later when a full-fledged teaching assistant takes place and presenting a collapsing effect… Go beyond one page and read the third paragraph… Um… Seongmi student’s Shall we read the right side?”
It was Hyeonju’s turn. Hyeonju immediately got up and read the paragraph pointed out by the teacher.
“My uterus went all the way down and begged for the touch of his cock. Every time Seongguk’s glans kissed my cervix, my hair burned white and honey water flowed from my pussy. Seongguk swung his cock without mercy, violating my pussy and at the same time harassing my nipples and clitoris without forgiveness. It was a move that he knew exactly how to use the ona hole. When I see her using the ona hole well, the admiration for a female jumps out without even realizing it. As I licked that saliva, I fell into ecstasy and climaxed lightly once.”
“Yes, that’s all.. Thank you, student Hyeonju… It’s the same writing, but can you see the atmosphere changing a lot? This kind of transition of atmosphere… Is one of the characteristics of many essays. ‘, This is a dramatic display of Ona-Hole’s instincts in contrast to the situation where Ona-Hole, who had been implicitly demeaning men, liked it even after being spit on in the face… I’m sure you’ve experienced it at least once. The experience of being filled with love for that person the moment you thrust your cock into a man you didn’t think about or didn’t like… Such everyday experiences are the foundation of literature.”
At that moment, his brother’s face and cock appeared in Hyeonju’s mind. I couldn’t admit it, so I tried to quickly erase it from my head, but somehow the afterimage remained for a long time and I didn’t know it would come off. In the end, Hyeon-joo had to spend the literature time with that afterimage in his head.
No, isn’t it? You have nothing to do with that bastard? Even if you make excuses to yourself like that, of course no one will listen.
