"See you tomorrow~~~~~"

As the bus pulled away, Ahyeon waved goodbye, her voice echoing with the Doppler effect. Taeyang soon boarded the next bus.

His destination was Sunhye’s new neighborhood.

Sitting in his seat, Taeyang closed his eyes and reminisced about his memories with Sunhye. Even the lewd acts from their kindergarten days were now cherished memories.

Her ample breasts, which couldn’t be fully grasped even with both hands spread wide, and her hidden lustful nature beneath her love for her husband and child were definitely more than just a pastime.

However, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for her.

Back then, Taeyang’s body wasn’t fully mature, so he had to be a bit aggressive and forceful to handle a grown woman like Sunhye. Of course, she enjoyed that treatment even more, but he still felt a twinge of regret.

[The next stop is...]

Listening to the bus announcement, Taeyang sank deeper into thought.

When he spoke to Sunhye that morning, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for her nasal, sweet voice.

He worried that if they grew distant, she might revert to her former picky self. But when they talked, she was still the same lustful bitch.

So, he gave her a half-day reprieve. Time to regain her senses, to transition from a bitch to a wife, to a mother.

And that grace period seemed to have worked.

Taeyang took out his phone and checked the message he received around lunchtime. He smiled slightly.

[Don’t come.]

This short message meant Sunhye had come to her senses, and it was the ultimate stimulant for Taeyang’s desire to conquer. Just fondling her body and thrusting into her wasn’t enough.

After all, it was Teacher’s Day.

He would give his former teacher a pleasure far greater than when she submitted to his immature self. That was Taeyang’s ultimate Teacher’s Day gift.

*

After a 30-minute bus ride, Taeyang arrived at the outskirts of Seoul. He then took a taxi to a house in the middle of nowhere.

A neat and formal two-story house greeted him.

Taeyang stood at the door, holding an expensive gift he had bought nearby.

Before entering the yard, he faced a heavy iron gate. He rang the doorbell.

Ding-dong-

[Who... Who is it?]

"Who do you think?"

It was the same voice from the morning call, but the atmosphere had changed. The reluctant, cautious tone made Taeyang smirk.

He had worried that just sending a message and hearing her voice would make her eager to welcome him, but Sunhye did not disappoint.

She was no longer a bitch but a sensible woman. And his job was to turn her back into a bitch.

But Taeyang wiped away his smug smile and forced a grim expression. From now on, acting was crucial.

"...Aren’t you going to open up?"

His voice was slightly irritated and commanding. He growled lowly.

[...I misspoke this morning. I sent you a message, didn’t I? I don’t want to see you, so go back.]

"That’s funny. You’re saying this now? If you have something to say, say it to my face. And we have important things to discuss."

[...]

Sunhye was extremely wary of facing Taeyang. Even now, she was suppressing her instincts with superhuman patience, but her body was already hot and aching with the pleasure Taeyang had given her.

If Taeyang entered the house and pinned her down, could she resist?

Unable to find a clear answer to that question, she chose not to face him at all.

[I have nothing to say.]

Click-

It sounded like she had put down the intercom. Only a small noise remained. Of course, Taeyang had anticipated this situation.

"How pathetic."

Taeyang scoffed at Sunhye and sent a text message. The content was simple: a photo and the words, "Open up."

But it was very effective.

Clank-

The iron gate, which seemed like it would never open, swung open lightly. Taeyang crossed the spacious yard and stood at the front door. Just as he was about to ring the doorbell again—

Creak- Thud-

The door opened slightly. But it was barely a hand’s width, and a chain was still latched inside, clearly showing her caution.

A nervous gaze peeked out from the dark interior, fixed on the phone in Taeyang’s hand.

"That... photo..."

"Oh, this? It’s a screenshot from a video."

"A... video?"

"Yeah. Want to see?"

He smiled and manipulated his phone. A video started playing immediately, and he turned the screen so Sunhye could see it easily.

[Ah! Oh! It feels so good!]

"That, that is..."

Her blood ran cold.

Sunhye could only stare in horror at the lewd video playing before her eyes. A younger version of herself was masturbating with moans of pleasure.

"Damn it!"

A hand suddenly shot out from the door crack, trying to snatch the phone. But Taeyang quickly pocketed it.

"You’re thinking too small."

Taeyang sneered.

"Do you think I only saved the video on this phone?"

"Even if you threaten me with that video, I won’t commit adultery...!"

Taeyang immediately poured cold water on Sunhye’s resolve.

"No, Teacher."

Suddenly switching to a respectful tone, he shrugged nonchalantly.

"I just came to visit an old teacher I owe a debt to. What do you mean by threats or adultery?"

"What?"

"Think about it. Did I ever say I was coming to visit you? Did I mention your body or adultery?"

"Well..."

Taeyang slipped his hand through the door crack. If Sunhye decided to slam the door shut, his fingers would be crushed, but he smiled confidently.

"I just came to say hello. So don’t worry and open up."

"But that video..."

"If you open the door, we can talk about it more easily, can’t we?"

Her reason and brain screamed no, but her instincts and heart were doing the opposite. Even her reason started to rationalize.

As long as Taeyang kept threatening her with the video, she had no choice. She unlocked the chain with trembling hands.

Creeeak-

"Come... in."

"You’re not going to finish your sentence with respect?"

Taeyang teased. Instantly, Sunhye’s expression hardened, and she clenched her fists.

"Don’t be ridiculous! Why should I show you respect?"

Considering their ages, social status, and relationship, there was no reason for Sunhye to show Taeyang respect.

"Well, because you’re a female, and I’m a male?"

"What kind of...!"

Taeyang casually waved his hand, cutting off the conversation. That could be explained later with his body.

"Think whatever you want."

Watching her confident attitude was amusing.

"Oh, here’s a Teacher’s Day gift. Actually, I came to give you this."

He handed her an expensive gift set, forcing it into her arms, and took off his shoes at the entrance.

"Feed it to your hardworking husband or your studious daughter. Do whatever you want."

He emphasized "whatever you want" as he stepped into the house.

"You keep the place nice and tidy."

"I let you in. You got your gift. Now delete the video."

Taeyang ignored her warning and looked around the house.

Given that a woman was managing the household, the interior design was unique, but it was well-kept enough to proudly call herself a full-time housewife.

"Why so stingy?"

Taeyang plopped down on the sofa in the spacious living room and crossed his legs.

"How about a cup of coffee?"

*

Sunhye nervously brought a cup of coffee and set it down in front of Taeyang.

Thud-

"You’ll really leave after this, right?"

"Yes."

"And delete the video?"

"Of course."

The coffee in the cup was steaming hot, filling about half the cup.

"But I like my coffee lukewarm, so I’ll let it cool down a bit before I drink it."

"What if I put ice in it?"

"Then I won’t leave until it melts."

He was blatantly saying he wanted to stay longer.

Sunhye, anxiously biting her thumbnail, finally couldn’t hold back her curiosity.

"When did you even record that?"

"Oh, the video? Three years ago? Four years ago?"

Taeyang scratched his cheek and gave a rough answer.

"But that’s not the point."

He looked up at the ceiling and sighed briefly.

"Ah, those were the days... Don’t you think so?"

"No."

Sunhye frowned and responded immediately.

"Back then, I was temporarily... insane. My judgment was clouded. I have a husband and children. I should never have done such a thing."

"But not anymore?"

"...That’s right. Don’t expect such nonsense from me anymore."

"If that’s the case..."

Suddenly, Taeyang stood up and approached Sunhye. Then he embraced her tightly.

"Wh-what are you doing!"

She tried to resist, but he overpowered her. Taeyang’s hands firmly gripped her entire body.

"It’s sad to say goodbye, so let me touch you one last time before I go."

He placed his hand on her chest and whispered lowly.

"Even if you scream and call the neighbors or the police, I don’t care. Who would believe you if you said a man who visited his old kindergarten teacher forced himself on her?"

Societal norms dictated that a man forcing himself on a woman was impossible. Naturally, rumors would spread, and...

"And someone might see the video on my phone."

That was why Sunhye couldn’t scream or resist too much.

"So stay quiet. I’ll leave as soon as the coffee cools down."

Sunhye bit her lip hard and could only passively feel Taeyang’s hands exploring her body.