Teacher, Is This Your First Time?

Cool air wrapped around my bare legs. After placing one knee on the chair, I put the other knee on as well. Kneeling on the chair, I braced myself by holding onto the backrest.

I tried to think that since my fingers would have entered anyway, Woo Tae-seon’s fingers entering instead was similar. It’s similar. It’s nothing. As I was trying to console myself this way, a burning heat stung sharply on my right buttock.

“…Ack!”

“What are you doing? You need to stick it out.”

What struck one side of my buttock was Woo Tae-seon’s right hand. The tension I had barely managed to release was futilely tightened again by just one slap with his palm.

I pushed my now tense buttocks upward and buried my head between my arms that were gripping the backrest. I had the thought that this posture was similar to holding onto a blackboard and waiting for a beating. Even the brief moment of blinking felt like it was passing slowly.

“…Huh?”

Then suddenly it occurred to me. The posture I had taken was closer to a typical sexual position than receiving punishment.

Realizing this, goosebumps spread across my waist. Only then did the thought cross my mind that the large palm that had struck my buttocks might grab my waist, that what would touch me from behind might not be Woo Tae-seon’s fingers. My entire body trembled.

“Are you cold? Why are you shaking so much?”

“Are you, really going to do it? For real?”

I didn’t have the courage to look back. Looking directly would be the quickest and most accurate method, and it wouldn’t be difficult to just open my eyes, but… I was afraid. Afraid that my guess might be right, that it might really be happening before my eyes.

…But even if I confirmed it, what could I do?

The defeat that had built up gradually cut away my fears one by one. Come to think of it, all that had been allowed to me were choices that had no effect on the outcome. So even now, all I could do was wait for what would be given to me.

The sound of something dragging on the floor grew closer. From where Woo Tae-seon was standing, to behind my back. I was getting closer to Woo Tae-seon.

“…Hmm.”

It was filled with dissatisfaction. That voice touched not above my head, but much lower. Where Woo Tae-seon’s fingers circled around as if regretful…

“It’s still not open.”

Only then did I realize that Woo Tae-seon had sat on the chair he had brought, and that I, kneeling on the chair with my buttocks raised to the sky, must look a certain way to him.

When my buttocks unconsciously began to lower slightly, the fingers that had been circling around stopped. At the tightly closed central entrance.

At this quiet threat, I had no choice but to raise my buttocks again. I didn’t like having to show everything to someone’s face, especially Woo Tae-seon’s, but if that meant being in front of Woo Tae-seon’s groin, wouldn’t that be an even bigger problem?

I just thought one thing. I hoped I wouldn’t hear the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened. Because there was only one thing that could mean.

“…Augh.”

A thin moan escaped at the brute force tearing through my tense body.

As the voice I had been suppressing burst out, my tightly closed eyes also opened. Beside my hands that were tensely gripping, one neat hand was placed alongside.

Unlike my fingers that were desperately clinging to the only backrest I could hold onto, Woo Tae-seon’s neatly arranged fingers were casually resting there. Seeing the same fingers that were inside me, swallowing the same thing I was seeing below.

“Haah…”

Fortunately, it was Woo Tae-seon’s finger. Though I’m not sure if “fortunate” is the right word for this situation.

But it was overwhelming to the point where I couldn’t even be certain it was a finger. Perhaps it was because I was too tense. The tendons on the back of my hand were taut and trembling.

“Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Wh-what? Hnngh. What do you mean?”

Without giving me time to gather my thoughts, he penetrated me swiftly, then withdrew slowly as if nothing had happened. As if he were gently massaging my inner walls, which had contracted from the tension I’d absorbed.

“Haah, ngh! Hnn…”

“Look at this. You’re deliberately tightening around me now.”

“I, nngh, I’m not, not doing…”

“Ah. Should I pretend not to notice?”

What was he talking about? I wanted to ask him exactly that.

If only I didn’t have that heavy weight pressing down on me from behind, I would have demanded an explanation. In other words, if the chair’s backrest wasn’t bracing my chest from the front, and a solid chest and abdomen weren’t blocking me from behind, I would have done so.

Woo Tae-seon subdued my squirming with remarkable ease. He didn’t even need both hands; with just one forearm, he firmly gripped my neck. That alone was enough to immobilize me as if heavy shackles were wrapped around my entire body.

As Woo Tae-seon applied more pressure with his elbow, my chin, trapped within his hold, lifted higher, and my waist curved in the same direction. Simply put, I was being positioned in a way that made it more convenient for Woo Tae-seon to thrust into my hole.

“Ah…!”

The last place Woo Tae-seon pressed against was my shoulder, which had gone rigid with tension. It felt completely natural, as if he were finding his rightful place. The firm jaw against my shoulder, the ticklish whisper by my ear—both sent shivers down my spine.

“This is your first time, isn’t it, Teacher?”

With that small whisper, the finger penetrating me began to stir me up inside.

At least in this, Woo Tae-seon was right. It was my first time. The first time someone other than myself had entered me. Moreover, the merciless force and relentless speed with which he was ravaging me inside was something I had never even done to myself.

“Ha, haah. Sl-slow down. Ah, AH! Hnnk!”

I couldn’t tell if there was one finger or two, or even if they were fingers at all. The fingers, gradually increasing in volume, filled me up completely.

When it seemed there was no space left, Woo Tae-seon would make deep, wide circles with the fingers inside me. Moans escaped my lips involuntarily with each movement of his fingers. And then, whatever small space had just been created would be occupied by yet another of Woo Tae-seon’s fingers.

My head spun with each cycle of tightening and releasing. When my breath caught in my throat and I belatedly gasped for air, I could feel Woo Tae-seon’s fingers even more distinctly below.

“Are you showing off? You’re squeezing so tightly.”

“Hngh, haah, ngh!”

He was the one holding me tight with his entire body. But I had no opportunity to retort. I was too busy responding immediately to the fingers thrusting into me.

There was once, just once, when I had driven myself to what I thought was the edge. But looking back now, what I had considered the edge wasn’t a steep cliff but merely a gently sloping hill. I realized I had been swallowing hard from that low height only after standing at the edge of the real precipice.

In other words, everything I had done until now to satisfy my desires had been nothing more than light foreplay.

“Hnng, ngh! Ah, AH!”

“So our teacher likes this sort of thing.”

At this new height I’d reached for the first time, far from regaining my senses, I felt like I might choke at any moment.

But Woo Tae-seon wasn’t about to show me any mercy. Even when it seemed there was absolutely no more room to stretch, he tried to wedge in yet another finger.

“Ah, no! Hng, m-more, more would be, hik, impossible! Ngh!”

I desperately tried to reach back, but Woo Tae-seon was faster, binding my wrists together against the chair.

Had he anticipated this? His movements were swift and efficient, as if he’d been waiting for me to make the first move. With just one large palm, he restrained both my crossed wrists, yet it felt no different from when he had restricted my entire body moments ago.

There was no way to escape from Woo Tae-seon. At least not for me.

“No more… Hic, I can’t take anymore… Ngh.”

“Isn’t it fun? Pretending to resist.”

Fuck. Only then did I understand how my clumsy lie about this being my first time with anal play had worked, and why it had worked.

Whether I was a first-timer or not wasn’t particularly important to Woo Tae-seon. It was just one of his methods to mock me, to humiliate me.

Bound in Woo Tae-seon’s embrace, I had to weep with my entire body as I received his fingers from behind.

“Just roughly poking around seems to feel fucking good for you.”

“…Hnng, haah. Ahng!”

Simultaneously with a sharp upward thrust deep inside, sticky semen burst from my tip, which had been twitching for a while.

“Ah. There?”

A light chuckle mixed in. Woo Tae-seon began to persistently dig into the spot he had just identified. Sometimes ramming that spot mercilessly, and after tormenting it for a while, he would tantalizingly avoid just that area.

I shook my head vigorously. No, it wasn’t like that. But my lower body wouldn’t listen to me. The tension that had drained from my groin after that climax was brief; soon my dick was standing erect once again, head held high.

…In truth, what tormented me more wasn’t simply the fact that I had become erect again.

“No?”

As his low voice touched my ear, blood rushed downward. I tried to resist, but instead, I grew even harder.

I couldn’t accept it. If only I had responded to Woo Tae-seon’s touch, if only I had become erect from physical stimulation alone, it might have been better. I could have considered it unavoidable.

“No. Hngh, I said no…”

But this wasn’t the case. Becoming erect while hearing that languid voice was something I absolutely couldn’t come to terms with.