Jaeho pushed open the classroom door with visibly pain, his bandaged arm in agony with each motion. The room fell silent as heads turned, eyes widening the moment they saw him, his face bruised by fresh bruises under white gauze, one eye half-swollen, lips cracked and taped. His school uniform hung loose on his body with his sleeves rolled up to reveal more wrappings around his wrists, and he limped slightly, favoring his right leg where the pain throbbed like a dull hammer.
Desks shifted as students turned their heads, their stares all focuing on his body, whispers filled the room but it wasn't one of the usual mockery.
The laughter that had echoed earlier before he came, disappeared. No one snickered now; instead, a heavy silence settled. They knew instantly this was no longer all fun and games.
Jaeho felt their pitying glances, but he kept his head down as he got to his seat at the back, dropping his bag but the anger in his eyes were obvious.
A soft whisper cut through the quiet, barely audible.
"Hey... you okay?" Jaeho's head snapped up, surprised someone was actually asking him.
For the first time in months, someone else was acknowledging him. His gaze landed on the boy two seats over. He had white hair with a frail looking body, so thin his uniform shirt looked like an oversized blazer, collarbones were visible.
The kid's eyes were kind, almost scared as he extended a crumpled handkerchief.
Why him? Why now? As he reached out, a warm trickle slid down his upper lip, blood from his nose, seeping through the scab he had forgotten about.
He waved it off with a shaky hand, forcing a smile to show he was okay, he had receive worse after all.
"I'm fine, thanks," he muttered, snatching the cloth and pressing it to his face.
The door sprung open suddenly, snapping Jaeho back to reality. The bullies walked in.
They spotted Jaeho immediately, grins widening as they took in his sorry state. They felt victorious seeing what they had managed to do to Jaeho.
Ignoring their stares, Jaeho removed his phone from his pocket, the first time he had bothered with it in days. The screen lit up with a flood of notifications, and his heart sfroze.
He had numerous missed calls: seven from Yura, timestamps showing yesterday.
"Shit," Jaeho thought to himself. What if something was wrong? But then her texts loaded soon after.
[[Yura: Hey, Jaeho. Could use your strong arms again. Some heavy furniture needs rearranging at my place this afternoon. You free?]]
Jaheo's mind got the worst of him, his memories of her flawless skin under his hands replayed in his head. No mention of the lingerie though which meant she must not have gotten it yet.
He tapped into the delivery app, it was arriving today, by evening to be precise. That was perfect, he could drop by her place first, play the helpful neighbor, and maybe catch the package on the way out. This way, he could interfere with the package.
Pocketing the phone, Jaeho straightened as the door swung open again. This time, Ms. Ahn stepped in. The class paid her full attention, but Jaeho's mind fell further into depravity.
His cock throbbed, coming to life, thickening against his thigh with aggressive force. The train, her body pressed back against his, his cock pressed between the firm cheeks of her buttocks, grinding with every jolt of the rails.
Now, staring at her fitted white blouse clinging to her curves, the black pencil skirt riding high on her thighs, he saw her differently. Not just as a teacher, but the woman whose perversion he had experienced first-hand, whose body had nearly made him nut.
He gulped, throat, shifting and adjusting to hide his growing bulge. Ms. Ahn looked around the room, but her eyes focused on him a little longer than the others, she looked concerned as she looked at his bandages, but Jaeho's mind raced with filth. T
hat ass, clenching around his cock through its fabric, the way she arched just a fraction. He always respected her, but now he wanted to bend her over that desk, hike that skirt, and plunge his cock deep in her.
She started the class, her voice was steady as she scribbled equations on the board. Jaeho watched, his erection pulsing painfully against his zipper. She glanced his way more often, perhaps checking on him, but each look only worsened his bulge. Sweat beads formed on his forehead, not just from the wounds.
The bell rang, it was mercy, and students went out for their break, chairs pulling in a rush. Jaeho gathered his things slowly because he had no reason to rush out of the class, but her voice stopped him cold.
"Jaeho, stay back a moment." Ms. Ahn voice was heard behind him prompting him to freeze and look over his shoulder. Jaeho knew it must be one of her conversations and walked to her desk.
Jaeho could see the top of her breasts, the top buttons were undone, two, maybe three, exposing a beautiful V shape, the size of her breasts was bigger than he had anticipated despite seeing it on a daily.
The classroom was hot, there was something wrong with the air conditioner today so he couldn't blame her for loosening up, but damn, the skin peeking out made his mouth water.
"What happened to you?" she asked, voice soft with genuine worry. Jaeho's eyes dipped to it, the lace edge of her bra just visible. He jerked his gaze up quickly to make sure she didn't catch him looking.
"Uh, accident. Fell down some stairs." A lie, but the truth would drag in the bullies, more trouble she couldn't protect him from but one of these days, Jaeho was tempted to tell her just to see what she would do.
Ms. Ahn frowned, crossing her arms under her chest, which only pushed the soft breasts higher.
"Why are you even here? You should be in the hospital or resting at home."
He forced a weak joke, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
"Education's important, right? Can't miss out," Jaeho tried to crack a joke but she didn't laugh. Then she caught him, Jaeho glanced down again at her breasts again. A sigh escaped her lips, and she straightened up.
"Jaeho, what are you doing?" Ms. Ahn asked without even attempting to cover herself up.
"S-sorry!" Jaeho quickly apologized as his cheeks reddened.
"It's okay. You're a teenager, hormones, I get it." Her understanding only fueled the fire because he imagined lunging forward, palms cupping those heavy breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened. His cock ached, fully erect now, nine inches straining obscenely against his trousers, the outline impossible to miss.
Ms. Ahn's gaze dropped, changing for a split second before she snapped it away. Jaeho instantly became awkard as he adjusted his body to hide his erection.
"I-I should go." Jaeho stuttered but his bandaged foot caught on the desk leg, and he stumbled forward, arms looking for anything to stay balance. His hands landed on something soft, too soft, right on her breasts, fingers sinking into her flesh through her thin blouse.
She gasped in shock with her body tensing, her hands flew to Jaeho's wrists. But Jaeho yanked back before she could force him off her.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Ahn! I didn't mean-!" His erection throbbed visibly, pushing against the fabric. She couldn't help it, her eyes darted down once again, stealing a glance at the massive bulge, the sheer size of his outlined cock in sheer disbelief.
Clearing her throat, she adjusted her blouse and removed herself from mentally from that situation.
"Just... go. Be careful," Ms. Ahn infored him and Jaeho bolted out the door right away. Her breast were so full. He burst into the hallway, heart pounding, oblivious to the stares.
Back in the empty classroom, Ms. Ahn rested against her desk, pulse racing. Her nipples tingled where his hands had been.
"Why the fuck is it so big?"