Chaeyoung led Professor Myoui to her car while carrying some of the professor's baggage. As soon as they arrived at where she had parked her car, she started loading the baggage.
"Hungry?" Chaeyoung asked as she closed the door of her car.
"No." As soon as she said it, her tummy growled. Chaeyoung looked at her and smiled.
"I'll take it as an answer." She pointed at the professor's tummy.
"What?" asked professor Myoui at Chaeyoung who is smiling widely.
"You're too cute to handle."
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They went to a fast-food chain to eat dinner. Chaeyoung was sitting down with the chin in the palm while staring at the professor.
"What?" Professor Myoui asked Chaeyoung after she caught her smiling while staring.
"Nothing." Chaeyoung just shrugged her shoulders. "Just staring."
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Staring at me."
Chaeyoung stopped looking at Professor Myoui's eyes. But her eyes went down to the professor's soft pinkish lips who was eating her food. She stared for a while and gulped. Professor Myoui noticed that Chaeyoung is playing with her lips, biting her lower lip and upper lip.
"Why?"
"Uhm n-nothing."
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As soon as they arrived at Chaeyoung's house, Chaeyoung toured professor Myoui around. Their last stop was professor Myoui's room. They started to unpack her luggage.
Professor Myoui was putting her clothes inside a cabinet. When she finished putting everything inside she closed the door when she turned around, Chaeyoung was there, standing.
"What?" she asked Chaeyoung but she just stared at the professor.
Chaeyoung moved a step closer to professor Myoui, which made the professor step backwards and her back leaned against the cabinet door.
"What do you need?" The professor asked Chaeyoung who is staring at the professor's eyes.
"You." She then looked down at the professor's lips. Chaeyoung bit her lower lip and gulped.
The professor just looked at Chaeyoung with her usual poker face. Chaeyoung moved a little closer to her and whispered in her right ear.
"Why do I feel this towards you?" She breathed out which caused the air to touch the professor's ear. "Why do I keep on wanting you?"
Professor Myoui didn't move. They stayed like that for a minute. Suddenly Chaeyoung put her arms on Professor Myoui's waist.
"What the hell Son Chaeyoung?" Professor Myoui pushed Chaeyoung a bit which made her step away.
"I'm s-sorry. I j-just ---."
"Let's talk about the contract." Professor Myoui said in her usual cold voice.
They went to the mini-study room inside professor Myoui's room. They sit on a couch there.
"About what happened earlier. I'm sorry I'm just---"
"Tell me about your contract." She said ignoring Chaeyoung.
"Are you mad at me?"
"We're here for the contract. Nothing personal."
"Oh yes. So I get to pay you every time you tutor me."
"That's common sense. Anything more that is in the contract? I need more details."
"Oh yes so aside from what Director Park said, would 1000 pesos per subject be enough or can we make it higher? I have 10 subjects so we could do 2 subjects per day."
"Depending on hours taken. If our session would be per hour that might be too much." Chaeyoung giggled. "What?"
"That's the longest message you've spoken, ok let's stick with 1k per hour per subject. That would be at least..." Chaeyoung gets her phone from her pocket to use her calculator.
"40 000 per month."
"Oh yes yes you're right."
"I need 500 000 pesos, can you give me that? I'll get my payment for 4 months and take the rest as a debt."
"I can give you that but how are you going to pay for the rest?"
"None of your business."
"It's my money tho." Chaeyoung shrugged her shoulders upon saying it. "If you'll pay for a year or two, you're salary won't be enough."
"So what's your proposal?"
"You got me there haha you are quick to think. Well uhm, what about extra pay for extra services?"
"Extra services?"
"Oh uhm that's not what I mean uhm... I mean ---"
"When can I sign the contract?"
"As soon as possible."
After they talked about the contract, Chaeyoung went to her room to type the contract. After about 30 minutes she went to Professor Myoui's room.
Chaeyoung knocked on Professor Myoui's door but she's not opening it up so she decided to barge in assuming she's already sleeping. But professor Myoui is not in her bed.
"Maybe she's in her study room, doing some school works."
Chaeyoung put the papers on the side table so she won't disturb her. She went to the bathroom to put some towel and toiletries for professor Myoui. She was dumbfounded when she saw the professor showering inside. As a result of her shock, she dropped all she's holding which made the professor look in her direction.
" S-sorry. I t-thought you're in your study room." She said while her eyes are closed.
Professor Myoui picked up the toiletries one by one including the towel and put it in a mini cabinet. She then turned to Chaeyoung.
"Why are you closing your eyes?"
"Uhm...a-a-are you done?" But professor Myoui didn't answer so Chaeyoung opened her eyes. After seeing that Myoui is still naked, she immediately closed them again.
Professor Myoui went closer to Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung was about to go out but the professor stopped her by grabbing her hands.
"You said you want me." Professor Myoui whispered in Chaeyoung's ears.
"Y-yes b-but..." Professor Myoui put Chaeyoung's hands on her waist.
"How much would you pay me for this?" That question made Chaeyoung opened her eyes.
"I knew you'd open your eyes." Professor Myoui said while smirking. Chaeyoung gulped.
"But th-that's not what I mean. What I mean was paying you for chores like---" professor Myoui's right hand went to Chaeyoung's tummy which made her tickle and closed her eyes with pleasure.
"But I want to include this in the contract." Professor's hand went upwards. Chaeyoung gulped.
"I'll make sure to include it then." Chaeyoung took professor Myoui's hand out of her shirt, pulled her towards her and kissed her.
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Behind the Mask
FanfictionEveryone longs for someone who could understand them. Some toughened up to hide their weakness, while others try hard to look soft to hide their strength but when they finally found someone who reads them well, they unconsciously stop pretending to...