Teacher, Is This Your First Time?

5

“Mr. Song, do you have 4th period?”

“Um… 2nd year, class 4.”

“Come back quickly after you finish. Today they’re serving samgyetang, so we need to go early.”

The senior tapped the desk rhythmically with his palm. Seeing how excited the senior was, a smile naturally spread across my face. As I left the teachers’ office, he emphasized several times that I must come back quickly.

You must come quickly, Jae-yun. I repeated his earnest voice in my mind and chuckled to myself. It wasn’t just because the senior was in a good mood. Of course, that made me happy too, but I liked how his repeated reminders made me feel necessary.

So the problem was that those words made me feel so good that I was walking faster than usual.

“Uh…”

“Teacher, hello!”

“…”

I was heading to the classroom in the east building for my 4th period class when I ran into Woo Tae-seon, who was dressed in gym clothes heading to the playground. We met in the first-floor corridor of the east building.

I didn’t expect to never run into Woo Tae-seon at school. But when it actually happened, I realized all my mental preparation had been useless. Both of us froze noticeably.

We weren’t the only ones in the corridor. There were watching eyes around both Woo Tae-seon and me. So Woo Tae-seon couldn’t act freely like he did there. I reassured myself that it would be fine because we were at school, that there wouldn’t be a problem, reminding myself of the implicit rule that he had never called out to me at school before.

Yet I was still afraid. Even though the current situation protected me, these people weren’t watching Woo Tae-seon for my sake. They were just bystanders maintaining the status quo. The watching eyes that prevented Woo Tae-seon from acting as he pleased could just as easily turn their arrows of criticism toward me.

Fortunately, this time too, Woo Tae-seon simply brushed past me. Without even the briefest glance. I didn’t feel the cool gaze that usually clung to my skin whenever Woo Tae-seon looked at me.

So Woo Tae-seon’s gaze only reached me inside Room 1201. I became certain of this after experiencing similar situations with Woo Tae-seon several times.

The fact that our secret was confined to Room 1201 reassured me. So I thought our agreement was being strictly observed.

In simple terms, I had let my guard down.

* * *

“Ah, how do I do this?”

All the duties that the previous teacher had handled were naturally transferred to me, one of which was the broadcasting club. Consequently, I also had to take care of many miscellaneous tasks related to the broadcasting club.

But this time, it was quite a significant task for something considered “miscellaneous.” It was the principal’s retirement ceremony, which was less than four days away.

“…I really don’t know.”

Finally, I sat down on the floor. I thought it would be best to untangle all these seriously intertwined cables and organize them one by one. Hoping that might lead to some answers, I began untangling the cables that were all mixed together.

At that moment, I jerked my head up at the sound of the door opening behind me. Due to the old facilities, the hinges made a loud creaking sound whenever the door opened or closed. So even without looking, I could easily tell when someone entered or left just by the sound.

Is it break time already? I remembered sending an SOS message to the broadcasting club president just a moment ago, asking if he could come to the broadcasting room after this self-study session.

“Young-jin, no matter what I try, I can’t connect this…”

I muttered as I turned around. But what entered my view wasn’t the small Young-jin.

Standing there, tall enough to block the entire broadcasting room door, was him.

The door slowly closed behind Woo Tae-seon. Though it was the same sound of the door closing that had made me happy just moments ago, now it seemed ominous.

This wasn’t an unfamiliar scene. It overlapped with that day when he stood with the infirmary door behind him.

“That’s not him.”

The footsteps approaching steadily without unnecessary noise gradually came closer. As Woo Tae-seon approached, a throbbing sound seemed to grow louder. Only after Woo Tae-seon’s feet stopped in front of me did I realize that sound was my heart beating violently with anxiety.

“…What brings you here?”

Trying my best to act normal, I got up from my seat. I didn’t even have time to check if I’d spoken properly.

“I heard the teacher was in the broadcasting room.”

I picked up something randomly from the items scattered around. Then, pretending to organize things, I gradually moved toward the exit.

The broadcasting room was a sealed space without even windows, particularly inappropriate for being alone with Woo Tae-seon. So my priority was to leave.

Carefully, so as not to be obvious. Yes, I was doing well. That’s when I reached for the doorknob.

“I locked the door.”

Don’t worry, teacher. With just two words, Woo Tae-seon easily distorted my intention to leave this place. I instantly returned to being the worried chess piece that Woo Tae-seon had designated me to be.

As always, there wasn’t even a hint of hesitation in his assertive attitude. As if our hearts were in sync. As if I also expected to be left alone with him. Only after realizing this did the strength drain from my hand on the doorknob. There was no chance for me to correct what was wrong.

As Woo Tae-seon said, I confirmed that the door was indeed locked, then turned back to him. I had no choice but to return.

“Sit over there, teacher.”

In the direction Woo Tae-seon pointed was a chair prepared in advance for the retirement ceremony. In the monotonous broadcasting room surrounded by dark-toned soundproof walls, the chair stood out conspicuously with its luxurious appearance.

If I couldn’t even manage to escape from this space, I certainly couldn’t refuse to sit on the chair.

“Your legs will hurt if you stand for too long.”

Absurdly, his voice was tinged with concern, and his eyes were soaked with worry. But I could sense that hidden in those words was his intention to keep me here for a long time. It truly wasn’t funny at all.

I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I was about to take off all my lower garments when I abruptly stopped midway down my thighs. Though the situation was no different from that house, I didn’t want to do this here. This was school, the broadcasting room at that. It might be just meager pride, but I hated it.

Neither completely undressed nor properly clothed, in an awkwardly in-between state, I sat on the chair. The feeling of bare skin against leather was unwelcome today too. What made it more unpleasant was that it wasn’t cheap leather. It easily reminded me of the black leather sofa.

I slid my hips forward and rounded my back. Looking with eyes now a handspan lower than when sitting straight, I saw Woo Tae-seon sitting on a folding chair stacked in the broadcasting room.

By now, I could familiar recognize the meaning to begin.

“…Nngh.”

I spread my legs slightly apart and forcefully pushed my right hand between them. Starting with rigid fingernails, I slowly pushed in until all three joints of my fingers were swallowed before stopping.

An alien sensation that I would never get used to gradually spread from the shallow parts to the deeper regions.

It was always difficult at first to enter a tightly closed place. I was trying my best to relax my body both when entering and exiting, but it wasn’t working as well as I’d hoped.

What made it particularly difficult today was the urgency that fueled me. I found myself glancing at the clock and the door several times without realizing it. The door was locked, but the broadcasting room was a place where anyone could enter at any time. Above all, someone would be coming here soon during the break.

So I needed to finish before then… I needed to ejaculate quickly.

“Hih, haa.”

The speed at which I pushed into the closed space, the force with which I stirred inside—everything was starting to heat up.

In the sealed space where no one was allowed entry, only the dull sound created when my hand hit my groin emerged rhythmically.

Deliberately ignoring the persistent gaze on me, I gradually increased my pace. The intervals between the rhythmic sounds also shortened.

“Can I try too?”

At those words, everything came to a halt. My fingers that had been thrusting rapidly, my body that had been tensing and enduring, my heart that had been pounding—all stopped in an instant.

It’s difficult to suddenly stop something moving quickly, but for Woo Tae-seon, even this seemed simple.

I couldn’t understand why Woo Tae-seon was suddenly doing this. The only action that Woo Tae-seon could refer to as “I want to do too” was what I was doing. But…

‘How would you put it in there?’

I recalled Woo Tae-seon’s face, which had shown reluctance along with a faint laugh. The terrible wretchedness that had been hiding in my memory emerged again and enveloped me.

…And now what was he curious about? Above all, if he had wanted to do it, he would have done it already. Woo Tae-seon had never shown any interest until now. He had just been watching.

“Turn around.”

What did my thoughts matter? What use would it be to me even if I understood Woo Tae-seon’s intentions? With such thoughts, I nodded and awkwardly stood up to turn around.

“Get up, onto the chair.”

“Alright…”

“I think it’s better if you take off your pants. I can’t see well.”