A week had slipped by since the motel—Tae’s ass still tender from Kook’s first claim, a constant reminder that made her shift uncomfortably in her chair during lectures. She’d tried to push it down, focus on being the strict prof again, but every time Kook’s eyes met hers in class, her pussy clenched, leaking into her thong. He’d been quiet, no texts, no demands. Almost like he’d gotten his fill. But deep down, she knew better.

Today was parent-teacher meeting day—a sea of concerned moms and dads filing through the school auditorium, shaking hands, discussing grades. Tae sat at her table in the corner, dressed slutty as always: a tight red blouse unbuttoned low enough to show the swell of her massive tits, a short black skirt hugging her thick ass, heels making her legs pop. No bra—nipples poking through faintly—no panties either, per Kook’s lingering influence. She felt exposed, but it was her armor now.