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🕑 Added 2025-04-20 00:25:27 +0000 UTCEP.50: Makeup Sex Feels Especially Good
As always, mornings at the kindergarten are busy.
From preparing lessons to organizing various events.
Especially during this season, things are even busier.
I was put in charge of next week's field trip with parents.
The location was set as the zoo, but there was a mountain of work to do from arranging transportation to ordering lunch boxes.
While I was buried in work typing away,
Suddenly the staff room door opened and the principal rushed in.
Her expression was so dark, she looked completely pale.
"... T-Teacher Kang? Can I see you for a moment?"
Even her tone was unusually cautious, unlike usual.
Rather than watching me specifically, she seemed terrified of the situation itself.
Well, the reason was obvious.
I stopped working and connected to Mind Link.
The target was Han-gyeoul, of course.
At the same time, a screen appeared in my field of vision.
The familiar sight of her sitting on the reception room sofa with her arms crossed and a cold expression.
But her slightly huffing breaths seemed a bit cute somehow.
<... Sigh. Teacher Kang.>
<You ignore my messages for a whole day?>
<And then you have the nerve to come to work?>
<Fine. You dare try to tame me? You think you can play hard to get?>
<Ha. Han-gyeoul's personality has really softened.>
<Just how much did you look down on me to treat me like this?>
She seemed quite angry, her face flushed uncharacteristically.
Complex emotions of wounded pride, hurt feelings, and rising irritation were evident.
I realized it was time and stood up from my seat.
The old hag principal approached and asked cautiously:
"... Hey. Teacher Kang. Did you make some mistake with Madam Han?"
Of course, I wasn't careless enough to confess to that question.
I shrugged nonchalantly and followed her, pretending not to know.
"No? Not really? Did something happen?"
"... Hmm. Oh, never mind. Nothing. Just follow me for now."
So we headed to the familiar reception room again.
Once more, the principal knocked and reported to the queen beyond the door.
—Knock knock knock
"... Madam. I've brought Teacher Kang."
—Send him in.
The principal's shoulders flinched at the utterly cold voice.
Then she tapped my arm and quietly warned:
"... I don't know what's going on, but just go in and beg for forgiveness. Got it?"
I ignored the principal and entered the reception room.
Inside, Han-gyeoul was sitting proudly on the newly brought blue sofa.
Without even making eye contact, she ordered me.
Her alluring yet icy voice rang out haughtily:
"Sit down."
There was a strange pressure in her voice, as if she was used to commanding people her whole life.
But I didn't show it and just stood still, looking at her.
A gray mini skirt with sexy pantyhose.
And pointed stiletto high heels at the ends.
On top, she wore a tight-fitting black suit blouse.
Perhaps because her makeup was heavy, an even colder chill emanated than usual.
When I didn't respond at all, she glanced up at me sharply.
"Can't you hear me? I said sit down."
Of course, I didn't obey her order this time either.
Han-gyeoul let out a derisive laugh and curled her lips.
"Ha. What are you doing now? A battle of wills? Trying to take control?"
"......"
"Trying to protect your male pride?"
"......"
"Say something, will you? You're not mute."
"......"
"Fine. You want to take this all the way, is that it? And I was going to forgive you if you apologized."
She stood up abruptly with an expression that seemed almost betrayed, as if truly hurt by my indifferent attitude.
Then she walked past me with clicking steps and whispered:
"You... You'll regret this. You treat me like a fool like this? I'll pay you back several times over."
After that vicious threat, she tried to open the reception room door and leave.
Only then did I reach out and grab Han-gyeoul's hand to stop her.
She flinched in surprise at the rough touch and furrowed her brow.
"What are you doing? Let go of this."
But there was a hint of expectation in her eyes.
I pushed Han-gyeoul against the wall, trapping her in my arms.
As our faces got close enough for our breaths to touch, she started blushing as if she had never been angry.
She pretended to get upset and struggled violently.
Of course, that was just a token resistance.
"... L-let go of this. Move away quickly."
I just looked at her silently again.
Then I raised my finger and slowly traced her jawline.
Han-gyeoul bit her lip and glared at me intently at that thrilling sensation.
"... Don't think you can get away with this so easily. These cheap tricks won't work anymore."
Though she seemed secretly happy that I had grabbed her, she couldn't easily show it, perhaps due to pride.
I gently brushed Han-gyeoul's hair behind her ear and finally opened my mouth.
Unlike the tender touch, it was an extremely cruel whisper:
"Stop nagging. You're just my cock sleeve. Don't act so arrogant, you slave bitch."
At that moment, Han-gyeoul's expression, which had been softening briefly, froze cold again.
Her eyes shook wildly with an even greater sense of betrayal than before.
She clenched her fists tightly and asked back.
Her eyes were murderous, as if she would kill me right then.
"Did you... really mean that just now?"
A desperate question asking if I really thought of her that way.
I pondered how to answer, then smiled faintly and suddenly hugged her.
She twisted her body and hit my chest, but I didn't let go and lightly bit her earlobe.
"... Euhit. Wh-what are you doing. Let go. Aren't you going to let go? Ah-heut."
But when I blew a hot breath for a moment, her resistance quickly subsided.
I licked Han-gyeoul's ear shell and whispered deeply as if confessing sweet love:
"Han-gyeoul. You can't live without me anyway. You get revenge on me? Then what? Can you live without me? Really?"
"......"
She seemed unsure herself, her lips moving but unable to form words.
She should have been able to shout that she could live without me, if only out of pride.
But she couldn't even speak properly, afraid I might really lose interest.
She kept biting her lips, seeming frustrated and annoyed at her own position.
I licked Han-gyeoul's nape as if caressing it, while gently touching her earlobe with my other hand.
That seemed to feel good too, as Han-gyeoul let out moans with a frustrated face.
She didn't seem to have the courage to push me away.
Indeed, sexual power is the greatest strength.
With that thrilling sense of victory, I twisted my lips and sneered again:
"See? You know it well too. Who's in charge here. But what? You'll forgive me if I apologize? Who's forgiving who here?"
I reached out and roughly grabbed her breasts.
A touch without a shred of respect, as if handling a toy.
Even with such a humiliating touch, Han-gyeoul just bit her lip.
I roughly toyed with her breasts and pushed back against her:
"Haah. The more I think about it, the more pissed off I get. You come to my workplace just because I didn't answer some messages? You dare threaten your master?"
—Squeeze♥︎
"... Ah-heuk♥︎"
"I fuck you with my young dick and you can't even be grateful. You don't know your place, you dog pussy bitch."
—Squeeze♥︎ Squeeeze♥︎
"... Ah-heu-euk♥︎ It hurts♥︎"
"You fucking pussy bitch. You can't even cum without my dick now. You don't even realize you're wearing a dog collar and you try to act like the owner? You stupid sow bitch."
"... Ha-euk♥︎ You son of a bitch♥︎ Ah-eu-eung♥︎"
"Han-gyeoul. Get your head straight. You're just my toy. A cum dumpster to relieve my boredom. Got it? Act like the urinal you are. Don't try to climb up arrogantly."
—Slap♥︎ Slap♥︎
I lightly slapped her cheeks a few times and she shuddered with humiliation.
But Han-gyeoul was emitting a strange heat at that degrading sensation she had never felt before in her life.
I immediately noticed that and grinned.
I raised my thigh and pushed it between her legs.
Her mini skirt rustled as it rolled up.
Beyond the thin pantyhose, hot sexual energy was seeping out wetly.
—Poke♥︎ Poke poke♥︎
"... Ah-heu-eung♥︎"
A sloppy body that feels pleasure on its own against her will.
She seemed ashamed of herself and quickly averted her gaze, turning her head to the side.
I gently shook my thigh, crushing her flower petals that had become moist.
I pulled Han-gyeoul's face to make her look straight at me.
"You know what? Sex after fighting is much more exciting."
"... Eu-eut♥︎ I don't know about that♥︎"
"If you beg, I'll fuck this dog pussy. How about it? Intense makeup sex. Don't you want to whine all over your master's dick?"
At that question, Han-gyeoul's eyes wavered for a moment as if tempted.
But not wanting to submit like this, she turned her head away again.
"... Fuck off♥︎ I won't forgive you until you apologize properly♥︎"
Yesterday's events must have really upset her.
For her to be like this even when I pushed her this far, she must have truly felt hurt by me.
Well, whatever.
I think I've firmly established discipline at this point.
Since I tightened the reins, it wouldn't be bad to loosen them a little.
I smiled and kissed her cheek.
Then I apologized in a tender voice like any couple would.
I decided to at least maintain the queen's dignity.
"Alright. I'm sorry. For not contacting you. I didn't mean to do it on purpose."
"......"
She must not have expected me to really apologize now, as her lips jutted out sulkily.
She glanced at me and met my eyes, then asked again with a bright red face:
"... Do you mean it? Are you really sorry?"
"Of course. I may have said those things, but you know oppa likes our Gyeoul-ie a lot."
"... Geez. After saying I'm just a cock sleeve and whatnot. Are you a psychopath? Giving the disease then the medicine? Who would believe that?"
I chuckled at her complaints and showered her with kisses.
—Smooch♥︎ Smooch smooch smooch♥︎
"But. You love that stuff. Being called a pervert dog pussy bitch and tormented. You really like it."
Han-gyeoul's face heated up as if it would burst any moment.
She hit my chest repeatedly and grumbled.
Then she whispered in a shy voice:
"... I-idiot♥︎ That's during sex♥︎ I like being treated tenderly normally too♥︎"
Her gaze melted softly as she looked at me.
The queen's wrath seemed to have melted away.
Satisfied that I apologized first, she cupped my cheeks.
She and I pressed our lips together at the same time.
Hot makeup sex began.
