Chapter 27 – Episode 27 – [Side Story] Lee Ji-Young (1)
“Have you done your homework?”
I asked as I opened the book.
“Yes, of course I did everything.”‘
Jisung answered in a bright voice as always.
This child was a student I taught at school until last year. He was originally a student of physical education, but because of some change in his mind, he started studying late. Because he was naturally smart, his grades rose at an amazing rate. However, there was absolutely not enough time until the CSAT, and Ji-seong and her parents decided to retake the exam after I persuaded them that they would definitely get better scores if they studied for one more year. And now I was giving private tutoring at Jisung’s house. He visited my home three times a week and looked after my overall studies, not just English, which was my subject. Of course, it was illegal, but it was difficult to raise two children with only my husband’s meager income and my teacher’s salary. In particular, my son will be going to college starting next year. Thinking about the tuition fee already gave me a headache.
My son Yunseok studied well from a young age and was the source of pride for my husband and me. My wife and I placed all our hopes on Yoon Seok, as he was a top-class child in the country. But now, as a senior in high school, I was worried that I had ruined my son. Even though I was born with a small, effeminate appearance and couldn’t help it, I was worried about whether I would be able to navigate the world because my personality was so weak and timid. As my son became more worried, the nagging became more severe, and as the nagging became more severe, my son became more and more withdrawn. Even though I promised myself not to do this every day, I kept nagging my son whenever I saw him.
Jisung was the exact opposite of his son. The school I was at was an all-boys high school, so there were times when it was difficult for the female teachers to handle that energy. Not only was it difficult to control, but sometimes there were words or actions that bordered on sexual harassment, to the point where an adult would have reported it to the police immediately. There were more than once times that I tried to ignore hands with clear intentions touching my buttocks when I was standing at the teacher’s table, in the hallway, or passing through a crowded area with students.
Jisung was a bright, healthy, and energetic child. He was a leader throughout the school, but he was especially the class president of the third grade class where I was the teacher. And he had never been more comfortable being a homeroom teacher than he was then. I truly cared and loved this student. He believed that he would definitely become a great person. There were times when I wished this child was my son. I felt sorry for Yoon Seok, so I immediately erased that thought.
But these days, this child’s behavior has been a little strange. After a month of studying together, Jisung started treating me like a woman rather than a teacher. She would either compliment me on my appearance or clothes or just stare at me. Even when she was scolded, she just laughed it off. His authority as a teacher and as an older man who was twice his age seemed to be gradually disappearing. Although I thought I was arrogant, on days when I had extra classes, I found myself paying more attention to my clothes and makeup because I wanted to get compliments from Jisung, and I laughed out loud.
Today again, I put on more makeup than usual. My hair, which I always tied up roughly, went to a hair salon on the weekend and dyed it dark brown and even permed it slightly. In the morning, I looked at myself in the mirror wearing a white button-up blouse and slightly tight gray pants. Bulky breasts, slim waist, and firm buttocks. I was satisfied with myself, thinking, ‘This is pretty good for someone in their 40s,’ but then I felt a sense of shame, wondering if it was just a plan for getting older. However, I thought that this was not a dirty lust that one should not have towards a student, but was just a bit of fun, like a joke.
The whole time I was at school, the children’s eyes were not on my eyes but on my heart. Their gazes were unpleasant, but when I entered this room, I was looking forward to Jisung’s gaze and what he would say.
“Wow, teacher, you look so pretty today. Are you going on a date with your husband?”
“Noisy. What is dating like at this age? “Quickly take out the book.”
Even though I pretended to ignore it, I was satisfied with Jisung’s enthusiastic response. Jisung was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and black shorts. It was just comfortable clothes that anyone would wear at home, but it felt different from when my husband, who had a big belly, or my son, who was short, were wearing those clothes. The sturdy shoulders and firm chest that can be felt even through the clothes, the neck and arms exposed through the clothes, the muscles clinging to the calves, the neat features and lively smile, and the glossy bronze skin. I even felt slightly drunk because of the energetic scent of a young man that I always felt when I entered this room and closed the door.
While I was checking the problems Jisung had solved, my attention was actually directed towards him. This naughty student was admiring my face and breasts without trying to hide them at all. If it were your son Yunseok, would he be able to do something like that in front of a woman? Can he reveal his desires without hiding them? Even though I thought it was disrespectful to women, I thought that a kid like this would eventually date a pretty girl. I suddenly felt envious of the young woman of my age who would be dating Jisung.
We gave feedback on the homework Jisung had done and taught the class by solving new problems. Jisung was diligent in his studies. He wasn’t as talented at studying as Yun-seok, and he would never reach the same level as Yun-seok in studies, but because this kid had a dream, he always did his best in everything. I wanted to do anything to help this beloved student achieve his dream and become a great man.
“Are you really going to keep doing this?”
While I was explaining, I felt Jisung’s eyes on my face and I asked in an angry tone. Actually, I wasn’t angry at all, but I felt like I needed to talk sternly at this point in order to focus on my studies.
“It was so pretty that I couldn’t help but look at it.”
Jisung spoke in a loud voice.
“What’s so beautiful about it? “They’re all old women.”
“Huh, who would see a teacher as her aunt? “I think I’d believe it if she said she was in her 20s.”
“It’s noisy.”
Even though I thought I had to be strict, I started laughing.
“Are you spraying perfume? “It smells so good.”
“No, it just smells like shampoo.”
Actually, I sprayed it lightly.
“I don’t think so… “I’ll take care of it for once.”
Suddenly, Jisung’s face came closer to my ear.
“Jisung, why are you like this?”
I was startled and kept my distance, making eye contact with Jisung. Although he said he would keep his distance, Jisung’s face was right in front of him. We looked at each other in silence for a moment. As always, Jisung’s expression was not that of a student looking at his teacher. My heart was pounding. Her face was probably red. It shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t be influenced by students. I need to severely scold this child who is looking at his own woman.
It was just a moment. Without any time to stop, Jisung’s face came closer and his lips touched hers. She was so shocked that her mind went blank. Kissing your student? Her Jisung’s lips did not move and just rested against her lips. She was in her twenties and had many dreams. I remembered the first time I kissed my senior, who was her crush. Jisung was exactly that age now. She seemed somewhat similar. She thought that Jisung’s body should come back and push her away, but the feel of her lips against hers was so sweet.
As I pushed her body down and lifted her hands, Jisung’s hands grabbed her shoulders. The two hands that were slowly caressing her shoulders moved to her neck, the other to her waist. His strong chest pressed against my soft breast, and his lips began sucking my upper lip.
Before we knew it, we were standing up. I was completely wrapped in Jisung’s arms. Where on earth did he learn this? Jisung was good at kissing. We could feel each other’s hearts beating. Jisung’s breathing was getting heavier and so was mine. His penis, which touched his lower abdomen, was already hard and swollen. I felt the young man’s throbbing power so vividly that my reason had long since disappeared.
Two hands grabbed my buttocks tightly. In fact, her husband was still in his 40s, but he was not very good at playing the role of a man. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had proper sex. Jisung’s hand only massaged my buttocks once, and a thrilling feeling spread from my genitals to my entire body.
“Hmm…”
A small moan escaped from the mouth where Jisung was still kissing. Jisung must have gained complete confidence as he hugged my body tighter and started kissing my neck and shoulders. This was an area I was particularly sensitive to. Every time his lips touched, I couldn’t come to my senses from the electric current spreading throughout my body.
“Ha… Jisung… Stop… “
I spoke in a whisper in case my parents outside heard me. But even as I spoke, I knew that I was not being persuasive at all. My hands were already embracing his body and stroking his hard back.
