"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
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J U N G K O O K
I was close.
I was so damn close—–to doing it.
She knew what was going on inside my mind. She knew it was not just her wild thoughts that were torturing her, those thoughts were threatening me as well. To do something that would have brought both of us under hellfire.
I could read her, like an open book.
I could smell her, the want for me dripping from her and begging me to savour her desires.
At first she fought herself, caging her thoughts, stopping herself from acting upon those forbidden wants. And the best part was, the harder she was fighting her urge, the harder my cock fought against the wall of my jeans.
And when her innocent eyes wandered around the bed behind us, I knew what was going on in that pretty mind of hers. The way I wanted to fulfil her wishes that she tried to hide behind those amber eyes.
One word from her, I knew I would have gotten on my knees to worship her. All night, on her bed.
She was like a sin that I wanted to commit knowing it would leave me all ashes and burns. Her eyes were calling the sinner behind the calculated facade of my sanity.
I was nearly done when she tried to reach my hand. The moment she touched me, I wanted to release the zipper of both her dress as well as of my jeans, bending her on the dresser and plunging myself deep inside her.
But somewhere in the back of my mind, my consciousness was still alive, fighting with the clouds of my lust over my student. I stopped and the pain increased on my cock when she turned around to see me running away.
I clutched my hands, my grip around my own flesh again, my skin burning under the torture of my nails as I greeted my teeth and left her bedroom from the backdoor.
By the time I entered my kitchen after passing through the backyard and a bunch of drunk students on my way, my dick was pressed painfully against my zipper. I didn't come to my house to jack off thinking about my student and shoot off my frustration in my bathroom shower.
I fuckin' ran away. Away from her.
I sprinted towards my bedroom and lay down on my bed, the white ceiling came into my visage as my breathing was uneven, abnormal and uncontrollable. I closed my eyes for a second and her face came into my mind.
