Honey! I'm Sorry Again

Sae-Joon's eyelids fluttered open as sunlight spilled through the window, casting warm streaks across the messy sheets.

His hand instinctively reached out—only to grasp empty space.

The bed beside him was cold.

His heart sank for a moment before his eyes landed on the small folded paper on the nightstand.

With a sleepy groan, he picked it up, unfolding the delicate handwriting.

Good morning, Joonie~

I made breakfast for you. Eat well before school.

I had to leave early for work... Love you.

He stared at the words, his thumb brushing over the faint scent of her perfume still lingering on the page.

A lazy smile tugged at his lips.

"Even after everything... you're still playing the caring Noona, huh?"

His heart swelled—then the wall clock ticked sharply.

8:00 AM.

"Fuck—!"

He shot up, the ache in his legs reminding him of the long night they'd shared. His mind flickered with the sounds of her moans, the taste of her sweat—

He slapped his cheeks.

"Focus, you horny bastard!"

Rushing into the bathroom, he brushed his teeth half-heartedly while splashing cold water on his face.

His reflection in the mirror caught him off guard—his usual sharp features seemed brighter, his skin glowing, and even the faint shadows under his eyes were gone.

"What the hell...? Did Noona's pussy have some kind of buff?"

He smirked, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

The clock ticked again—8:10.

"Shit—!"

Skipping a proper shower, he settled for rinsing himself quickly, gritting his teeth as the soreness pulsed through his hips.

As he threw on his uniform, his eyes flicked back to the note on the nightstand.

His fingers brushed over the paper once more.

"You must've been tired too, Noona... and you still made me breakfast."

A warmth curled inside him—soft and possessive.

He grabbed a slice of toast wrapped in foil from the kitchen counter and stuffed it into his mouth.

With one hand scrolling through his phone, he booked a cab.

"Taxi... come on, hurry the fuck up."

The car arrived in less than five minutes.

He slid into the backseat, leaning his head against the window.

The morning breeze washed over him, but his mind kept drifting back—

He didn't even realize when the school gate appeared in front of him.

The driver glanced back.

"We're here, kid."

Sae-Joon blinked, snapping out of his trance.

"Ah... right."

He paid for the ride, stepping out into the bustling schoolyard.

The day was just beginning—

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The iron doors creaked open, spilling morning sunlight into the hallway.

As Han Sae-joon stepped inside, conversations faltered — eyes naturally gravitating toward him.

Whispers buzzed between the girls like static electricity.

"He's the transfer student, right?"

"So tall... look at those shoulders."

"I heard he's been hitting the gym every day..."

"Bitch, how do you know he hits the gym... wait, were you stalking him, Sandra?"

"Hmph... what does it have to do with you?"

Every girl here was built like a wet dream — tight waists, jiggling asses, tits bouncing with every step.

Even the plain ones looked like the kind of girls you'd secretly jerk off to in hentai.

No comparison to his past life.

Sae-joon's cock twitched inside his pants.

Fucking hell... not again.

Good thing he drained his balls inside Noona last night.

Otherwise, he'd be walking around with a full-on tentpole.

Damn.

Every sway of hips, every bounce of tits made his shaft throb painfully against his boxer briefs.

He clenched his jaw, playing it cool.

Embrace the Sigma mindset.

Can't go around walking like a perverted bastard.

"Joon-oppa!"

A sweet, flirty voice called out, loud enough to turn heads.

Hyejin.

She skipped toward him, tits jiggling beneath her tight white shirt, two fat mounds squeezed together in a deep, sweaty valley of cleavage that made every other guy nearby swallow hard.

Her glossy brown hair framed a doll-like face, brown eyes sparkling with playful mischief.

That short skirt barely covered those juicy thighs. Every step made her asscheeks ripple beneath the fabric.

Fuck... she's built like a nightmare.

Hyejin bit her lip, pressing her arms together to squeeze her boobs tighter — making damn sure he noticed.

"Oppa~ why didn't you answer my texts?"

Her pout was pure bait, bouncing lightly on her feet.

"You're being too distant."

Sae-joon's eyes flicked down — half a second too long — before tearing his gaze away.

He could fuck her brains out right here...

But not yet.

She's the second heroine of this fucking world.

Touch her now, and he'd be stepping into the plot early.

"...I was busy."

Busy stuffing Noona full of my cock until she passed out.

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[Ding! Host's indifference hit the sore spot between her legs.]

[Ding! Target Hyejin corruption Level +3]

[Lust Gauge: 2%]

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"What do you mean by busy?"

Hyejin pouted harder, eyes wide and pleading.

Can't you take pity on me? A beautiful girl rejected by a heartless man..."

Yesterday, when she first saw him, she'd already made up her mind.

A guy this handsome could only be her boyfriend — the perfect trophy to raise her status at school.

Her fingers trailed along his forearm, nails scratching lightly over his veins.

Sae-joon's cock throbbed harder — fuck, she was trying to seduce him.

In his past life, girls like her would've laughed in his face.

Now she was practically throwing herself at him.

He forced a cold smile.

"I'm sorry, but I was really busy."

Hyejin's eyes narrowed.

This little minx was sharper than she looked.

"Oppa~ come to karaoke with me after school... I'll sing you a song... just the two of us..."

Her tongue flicked over her pink lips.

She leaned in — soft, heavy tits brushing against his arm.

Goddamn it...

She's trying to milk my cock in public.

He could drag her into a bathroom stall right now — shove her against the wall, lift that skirt, and stretch her tight little virgin pussy until she couldn't walk straight...

But not yet.

"I'm sorry, Hyejin."

Her smile flickered.

"Another time. I've got things to do."

Like bench-pressing weights at the gym...

Like turning Dam Chok into a eunuch before I fuck his girl in front of him...

Hyejin's pout deepened.

She wasn't used to hearing no — not with a body built to break men's self-control.

"I could help you... with whatever you're doing... Oppa~"

Her fat tits pressed tighter against his chest, breath hot against his neck.

Goddamn it...

"Another time"

He leaned down, lips brushing her ear.

"It's such a pity..."

Hyejin shivered — thighs squeezing together involuntarily.

She stepped back, giving him one last teasing jiggle before strutting away.

Her skirt flipped up just enough to flash lacy pink panties.

Sae-joon clenched his fists, veins popping along his forearms.

Fuck... this world's trying to turn me into a beast.

He sat down in chemistry class, painfully hard under the desk.

Ten minutes later...

"...He was still hard.

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The old ceiling fan whirred lazily, pushing humid air around the classroom.

The faint scent of perfume, mature, expensive, intoxicating, lingered in the air, clinging to every breath the boys took.

Jiwoo Kang stood at the front, flipping through the attendance register.

The way she stood, her hips cocked slightly to one side, heavy breasts straining against her blouse, drew every eye in the room like moths to a flame.

Long hair tied in a messy bun, slight blue eyes.

Her official attire did nothing to contain her sinful body.

The white silk blouse clung to her curves, three buttons left open, teasing a glimpse of deep cleavage and the pink lace bra barely hidden beneath.

Every rise and fall of her chest made the fabric strain, threatening to burst open completely.

Her pencil skirt hugged her childbearing hips, the hem riding just above her knees, barely decent, but tight enough that even the smallest movement made the fabric stretch and flaunt the perfect shape of her ass.

"Hyejin?"

"Here..."

Her voice was soft, uninterested.

"Minji?"

"Here, teacher..."

Jiwoo's dark brown eyes scanned the room, her gaze sharp, yet there was a faint glint beneath the surface.

She loved this.

The way young eyes flicked toward her, trying to sneak glances without getting caught... the way they squirmed in their seats...

So many virgin cocks hardening beneath their desks...

This made her happy.

It made her pussy throb.

But one boy wasn't sneaking glances.

Han Sae-joon.

New lad.

He didn't even try to hide it.

His black eyes were locked on her tits, watching every jiggle and bounce with open, shameless hunger.

Jiwoo licked her lips, squeezing her thighs together beneath the desk as she began the lesson.

"Today... we'll be discussing molecular bonds."

She spoke in a sultry voice, like she was whispering dirty little secrets instead of teaching chemistry.

She picked up a marker, turning toward the whiteboard.

Every head in the class turned with her, eyes locked onto the perfect curve of her ass straining against the tight skirt.

The marker screeched across the board, but the only thing anyone was paying attention to was the way her hips swayed with every movement—the fat, juicy globes of her ass jiggling beneath the thin fabric.

"Valence electrons..."

She broke the silence.

"...determine how atoms bond together."

But even as she spoke, she could feel his eyes boring into her.

Sae-joon's gaze was like a physical touch, burning hot as it roamed over her body, lingering on the soft swells of her tits... the curve of her hips...

Her pussy twitched beneath her skirt, soaking through the thin strip of fabric between her legs.

What the hell was wrong with her?

He was just a boy...

A handsome boy.

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[Ding! Destined Woman Jiwoo Kang has begun resisting her desires.]

[Lust Gauge: 1%]

[Corruption: 2%]

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Jiwoo cleared her throat, squeezing her thighs tighter.

"Han Sae-joon."

His dark eyes flicked up to meet hers.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

Her heart skipped a beat at the low, calm voice—too deep for his age.

"What exactly are you staring at?"

The room went deathly silent.

The other boys buried their noses in their books, terrified of her scolding.

But not him.

Sae-joon leaned back in his chair, his lips curling into a lazy smirk.

"I'm looking at Teacher."

Jiwoo's pussy clenched—hard.

"And why is that?"

His smirk widened.

"Because Teacher is working so hard for us... I feel sorry for Teacher."

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[Ding! Host's Shameless Provocation has triggered Jiwoo Kang's Hidden Fetish: Mother-Son Roleplay.]

[Lust Gauge: 2%]

[Corruption: 5%]

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Her breath caught.

That little brat...

He was playing with her.

Jiwoo's nipples hardened beneath her blouse, the pink lace fabric brushing against the sensitive tips.

"You feel... sorry for me?" she said, stepping down from the podium.

Her thick thighs swayed with every step, heels clicking against the floor.

"Then let's see how hard you're working, Sae-joon."

She stopped beside his desk, towering over him.

"Show me your notes."

Sae-joon lifted the book from his lap, but as if remembering something, he slowed down.

But Jiwoo's sharp eyes caught the hesitation.

He didn't want to move the book.

Her heart began to race.

"What's wrong?"

She leaned down, pressing her hands against the desk—her huge tits nearly spilling out of her blouse right in front of his face.

"You wouldn't be hiding something, would you?"

"No, Ma'am..."

But his voice was a little strained.

Jiwoo's eyes narrowed.

"Then give me the book."

He still didn't move.

Her lips curled into a smirk.

"You think just because you're handsome, you can play around in my class?"

Without warning, she yanked the book from his lap.

What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.

A twelve-inch monster was stretching his pants to the limit—throbbing, veiny, and thick as her wrist.

Bigger than any man she'd ever seen.

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[Ding! Destined Woman Jiwoo Kang has taken interest in Host's Ability.]

[Lust Gauge: 32%]

[Corruption: 20%]

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Her heart hammered in her chest.

Her pussy clenched hard... a hot gush soaking through her panties.

Even her husband... that pathetic little insect... had never made her feel this way.

This boy...

This young bull...

"You... you perverted little brat..."

Her voice was shaking—half anger, half excitement.

But her eyes stayed locked on the massive bulge twitching beneath his pants.

No one else noticed.

Every other boy and girl kept their heads down, terrified of her wrath.

Only she could see it.

Only she could feel the heat blooming deep in her belly...

"You think you can just sit there... staring at me... while hiding that colddrink under book?"

Her thighs squeezed together, her pussy soaking her panties faster than she could control.

Sae-joon leaned in.

"Sorry, Teacher... It's just hard to focus when you're so close."

At this time, she realized her boobs were hanging in front of his face.

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[Ding! Jiwoo Kang's Corruption +10%]

[Lust Gauge: 42%]

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Jiwoo straightened, clutching the book to her chest, her hard nipples poking through the thin silk.

Then she returned it to him.

"Study harder... or I'll punish you after class."

She turned on her heel, soaked panties clinging to her slit as she hurried back to the podium.

Her whole body was burning...

And her eyes kept drifting back to the boy with the twelve-inch monster hiding under his desk.

If that thing goes inside me...

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[Ding! Jiwoo Kang's Corruption +5%]

[Lust Gauge: 47%]

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The first crack in the teacher's self-control...

And Sae-joon had barely even begun.

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In the original plot, Jiwoo Kang was the first woman Dam Chok violated—a tragic figure.

Women in the NTR world crave pleasure from any man but their husband once corrupted, their minds twisted beyond return.

With only three weeks left before Dam Chok's arrival, Jiwoo's fall had already begun—her dignity cracking...

But this time, Sae-joon would claim her first.

As for Dam Chok...

He'd soon learn the true meaning of NTR....

Watching helplessly as his mother, sister, and fiancée were ruined one by one...

All beneath Sae-joon's cock.

"So what if you're the villain? I've got plot armor."

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( End Of This Chapter)