Chapter 12 

“Professor, let me pour you a drink!”  

Seol-rin handed Tae-oh a glass, and he downed it in one go. Despite drinking like that, his expression didn’t change at all.  

Feeling competitive, Seol-rin also downed her soju in one gulp. She had already exceeded her limit during the first round, but for some reason, the alcohol went down smoothly. She didn’t even feel like she was getting drunk.  

Tae-oh, who had been watching her indifferently, continued drinking without touching a single side dish.  

Seol-rin looked at him with newfound respect. She had thought he was a straight-laced academic, but it turned out he could hold his liquor surprisingly well.  

“Professor, you’re a good drinker!”  

“I drink as much as others do. You seem to enjoy drinking quite a bit yourself.”  

“I do. I remember seeing this on the news once. Apparently, people who are poor and feel unhappy tend to consume more soju. I totally related to that. Life is so hard and dry, and it felt like this was the only thing that understood me.”  

Seol-rin held up a green bottle of soju next to her face, shaking it as if she were a model in a commercial. Her cheeks were now as red as ripe persimmons.  

“The correlation between unhappiness and soju… It seems like an accurate study.”  

“Oh, Professor, what do you know? You’ve lived a successful life.”  

“And why do you think my life is successful?”  

“Well… because you’re a full professor at a young age. You’ve achieved things that others couldn’t no matter how hard they tried. And your face is…”  

Your face is really handsome…  

Feeling shy, she scratched her head and didn’t finish her sentence.  

“You can’t judge whether someone is happy or unhappy, successful or unsuccessful, just by looking at them. No one knows the details unless they look closely. Above all, in my life…”  

Tae-oh paused briefly before downing another glass of soju. This time, he let out a soft “Ahh” as if the bitterness had finally hit him.  

“I’ve always been denied by the people I love. I’m not sure if that can be called a successful life.”  

“The people you love?”  

“Yes, love.”  

Had he recently been rejected by a woman? 

Seol-rin’s eyes darted around, unsure of how to comfort him.  

As the atmosphere suddenly grew heavy, Seol-rin, who had been chewing on some dry snacks, quickly refilled his glass.  

“Haha, Professor, I’ll make sure your glass never goes empty tonight.”  

After that, Tae-oh silently emptied his glass.  

Whenever the glass was empty, Seol-rin refilled it, and the cycle continued.  

While Seol-rin’s face grew redder and redder, Tae-oh’s face remained pale, showing no signs of change. She thought she might have met a formidable opponent.  

By the time the two had finished five bottles of soju, Seol-rin’s tendency to overshare kicked in again.  

“Ugh… Speaking of love, Professor, should I tell you about my first love?”

When the words “first love” came out of Seol-rin’s mouth, Tae-oh’s gaze momentarily wavered. Even before he could respond, Seol-rin’s mouth began moving like a motor.  

“People think I’ve never dated anyone, but that’s not true. Believe it or not, I was in a campus couple (CC) during my first year of university! But because we kept it a secret, none of my classmates knew I was in a relationship back then.”  

Seol-rin faintly smiled as she recalled her first boyfriend, Song Something, who was also her senior at school. Their relationship had lasted about six months before he left for the military, ending before they could truly experience anything together, but it remained a sweet memory for her.  

“We were clumsy, busy, and broke. If I were a guy, I probably wouldn’t have wanted to date someone like me either. I was so awkward… Still, I think we ended things on good terms, leaving behind some nice memories.”  

“…I didn’t ask.”  

A cynical response naturally slipped out of Tae-oh’s mouth. Seol-rin smiled sheepishly, as if she had expected it.  

“Oops, there I go oversharing again. Sorry! Professor, I’ll just step out to the restroom for a moment.”  

Seol-rin bowed her head slightly and staggered away from Tae-oh. Left alone, Tae-oh fiddled with the soju glass in front of him.  

What is this? Why does listening to my assistant’s first love story feel so…  

“Disgusting.”  

***

‘…Professor…’  

In the deserted underground parking lot.

The intense act currently unfolding was taking place inside Professor Ma Tae-oh’s sleek silver sedan.  

The windows of the car had become foggy, likely due to the heavy breathing of the two individuals inside. Despite the cramped space, their bodies moved together as if performing a beautiful dance.  

“Jin Seol-rin… Ha…”  

Professor Ma Tae-oh, drenched in sweat, let out a disheveled voice that Seol-rin had never heard before.  

He had always spoken in a cold, cynical tone, so hearing such heated moans from him was unexpected.  

Seol-rin, overcome by an inexplicable sense of triumph, flashed him a sly smile. Tae-oh, who was gazing at her seductive smile with an enraptured expression, growled in a low voice.  

‘Are you trying to drive me insane…?’

Breathing heavily as if he had reached his limit, Tae-oh buried his face into Seol-rin’s chest. He sucked on the soft, white mound above her bra as if he were a vampire. Unintentionally, Seol-rin threw her head back and let out a moan.  

‘Haah…!’

‘Do you like it?’

Tae-oh slid his hands beneath her arms, unclasping her bra with ease. Her br*asts, round and fruit-like, shyly revealed themselves. With an expression of pure ecstasy, he gently caressed her n*pples.

‘I feel so… embarrassed…’

‘It’s okay. You’re beautiful.’

‘Mmh…’

‘Can I suck on them?’

He didn’t wait for an answer. Tae-oh softly kneaded her br*asts with his hands, then leaned in with his tongue pointed and began licking her stiffened n*pples, slowly but firmly.  

Slurp—

The obscene sound that escaped his mouth was enough to make anyone blush. Seol-rin, her face flushed, whispered in a sultry voice into his ear.  

‘Ah… Professor, what if someone sees us?’ 

‘I don’t care…’ 

The thought of breaking down someone as rational and composed as him gave her a strange thrill. She felt as though she might lose herself entirely to these primal sensations.  

As Tae-oh’s lips grew more passionate against her chest, Seol-rin’s moans grew louder. Her body trembled with pleasure, and she, too, reached her limit.  

The two shared a deep kiss, their lips pressed together as their saliva mixed. Seol-rin whispered in a pleading tone.  

‘Professor… Hurry…’  

‘Jin Seol-rin, when did you become so bold?’  

‘I want to become bolder. I want to seduce you, Professor…’  

Rip— 

The sound of reason snapping echoed in Seol-rin’s ears. Tae-oh pulled down both his pants and boxers, revealing his large, er*ect member. It looked almost menacing, veins bulging along its length. Seol-rin swallowed nervously as she stared at him. She couldn’t believe something that big was about to enter her.  

‘I’m putting it in.’  

Tae-oh’s breathing grew heavier, his gaze sharpened like that of a predator driven purely by instinct.  

’Pro-professor… Ah!!!’  

As the blunt tip of his shaft pushed through her entrance, a sharp cry escaped her lips. With every thrust of his hips, Tae-oh’s sedan rocked back and forth as if dancing. The fear of being caught had long since disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming pursuit of pleasure. Seol-rin matched his rhythm, moving her body in sync with his.  

The climax came sooner than expected, likely due to Tae-oh’s incredible technique. He had precisely targeted the spot that made her shudder, relentlessly stimulating it.  

‘Ah… I think I’m going to… Ah!’  

‘Hold it. I’m not done yet.’ 

‘Ahh, Professor!’ 

His usually composed brow furrowed as he thrust deeper into her. She felt as though he were piercing through her entirely. Though she had already reached her peak multiple times, Tae-oh’s careful pacing only drove her further into madness.  

‘P-please, stop…’  

‘Should I stop?’ 

‘No… Please, let me finish, Professor…’  

The guttural sounds escaping her throat became more animalistic with each passing moment. Though she clenched her lips shut to suppress her cries, Tae-oh’s skillful movements left her defenseless. Gripping his shoulders tightly, she tried to hold him back, but her body grew hotter and her mind hazier.  

‘Ahhh…!!’  

‘Hah… Hah…’ 

After countless intense motions, both reached their climax together. Seol-rin’s body continued to twitch as if electrified, even after it was all over.  

‘That was amazing, Professor.’  

Not wanting him to see her flushed face, Seol-rin buried her head into his broad shoulder. She thought about falling asleep in his arms when suddenly—  

“…!!!”  

Seol-rin’s eyes shot open. Before she could process what had happened, a sharp headache hit her. It was a hangover. She must have drunk too much at the company dinner last night.  

“Ugh, my head…”  

Groaning, she clutched her head for a while. Suddenly, the image of Professor Ma Tae-oh’s face from her dream flashed before her eyes. His gaze, smoldering as if he were about to devour her, was brimming with sensuality.  

“Huh!”

Only then did Seol-rin realize what kind of bizarre dream she had and gasped in shock. Her head throbbed as if it had been struck with a hammer.  

“What? I… with the professor… in my dream?”  

Her face flushed bright red in an instant. The very thought of having such an impure fantasy about her professor made her feel incredibly guilty.  

“Oh, right, it’s because I drank with the professor yesterday. Hahaha. I mean, sometimes people have dirty dreams… But how could I have such a dream about the professor?! I must be crazy, seriously.”  

Even though she tried to rationalize it, she couldn’t stop the wave of self-loathing from washing over her. And to make it worse, the dream hadn’t taken place in some ordinary setting—it happened in a car.  

The fact that such an intense desire was hidden deep within her made her feel like she needed to confess at church. Shaking her head, she muttered to herself.  

“Ugh, I’ve never even done it before, so why was the dream so detailed…?”  

For someone like Seol-rin, who was practically a lifelong single, the dream had been nothing short of a shock. She felt relieved it was the weekend. If she had gone to work after such a dream, she would have turned beet red the moment she saw Tae-oh’s face.  

Trying to erase the image of the professor’s sensual expression from her mind, Seol-rin picked up her phone.  

“Huh? What’s this?”  

She tilted her head as she checked the message she had received.