smilemae

[smilemae]

would it kill you to see me?🔪✨

description: Taeshik x OC

Mi-Yeon's life was supposed to be simple. Easy. As along as she stayed invisible, the problems of the world wouldn't get to her.

However, one mistake inside an empty classroom leaves her exposed-caught by Kang Taeshik, a B-ranked inspector with a reputation for violence.

A Solo Leveling Fanfic

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Explicit/Sexual Content. Please read at your own discretion.

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tags: psycho, dubious morality, teasing, angst and hurt-comfort, enemies to lovers, fingering, oral

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Chapter 1: please don’t kill me!

Mi-Yeon flickered her eyes at the sound of her name being called. The room around her now falling silent as her colleagues' pupils pivoted in her direction.

It hadn't even been half an hour since their staff meeting started, yet Mi-Yeon could feel her eyes begging to shut tight.

If only she had gotten enough sleep last night, instead of masturbating to those sweet sweet sounds of her neighbors moaning on the other side of her wall, then maybe she could have finished grading all of her students' essays.

"Miss Lee." Mr. Sung repeated himself as he stood in the front of the conference room.

"Y-yes?" she jolted in place, turning her attention immediately to the old man.

"As I was saying, based on the information I've provided so far, do you have any inputs about the case of student hunters leaving the school grounds?”

"S-student hunters..." she thought as she looked down at the wooden table, scratching her head before turning to face the other staff members in the room.

"Well, I don't think it should be any of our business, Mr. Sung." Even from her seat, she could feel the old man's gaze puckering with opposition. "If student hunters decide to dismiss themselves during class," she continued, "Then we should respect their choice."

"What?!" The old man tensed.

"Mr. Sung. It seems you don't understand. Let me clarify myself." Mi-Yeon stood up from her chair, feeling an ounce of irritation surface through her skin. "Mr. Sung. The moment a human goes through an awakening, they have the necessary right to choose their path as a protector."

"So, you're telling me, you would rather have your students sacrifice themselves fighting monsters inside those godforsaken portals?!" Mr. Sung gestured a hand in the air as he screamed in response.

"I understand your concern for these students, Mr. Sung, but have you forgotten that these portals come and go?" her gaze narrowed at the sight of the smoldering old man. "Hunters exist to balance that. Wouldn't you want your family to feel safe?"

"Yes, but that's—"

"Mr. Sung. If you would please excuse me, I do have some essays that need to be graded before tomorrow morning. If you would like to discuss this at another time, please don't hesitate to reach out." Mi-Yeon made her way to the door stopping her steps right at the entrance before turning one last time, exchanging a glance at the rest of the staff members who sat quietly, their muscles also stiffened from the sheer growing tension in the room. "Sorry if I caused any discomfort. Please, excuse me." she bowed.

Sliding the door shut, Mi-Yeon exhaled before proceeding to walk down the hall. This wasn't the first time Mr. Sung had brought up the case of student hunters wanting to leave during class.

Whether they use their 'being a hunter' card as an excuse to skip school and screw around or genuinely choosing to support the Hunters Association, had always been a topic she couldn't care less about.

Despite how annoying it was to be stopped midway through explaining how to pronounce an English term to the entire class, if her students decided to have the courage to participate in a dungeon then, by all means, they were free to leave.

Mi-Yeon slid open her classroom door before stepping in to reunite with the stack of papers lying around on the wooden desk. She glanced at the pitch-black windows before dropping her weight on the stool.

Fuck, did I really grade one essay last night?

Picking up the next essay from the stack, Mi-Yeon began reading her students' names, the date, the name of the course, and the title of their essay.

After going through her entire stack, she checked her watch realizing that four hours had already passed. By how late it was into the night, the school grounds should be empty.

Getting up to check the hallways, Mi-Yeon slid open the door before probing her head out slightly, checking to see if other lights coming from other classrooms were on.

As expected, she was met with silence, darkness, and the intrusive thoughts of ghosts and other monsters hanging around, ready to jump her when she wasn't looking.

But another thought pierced through her mind—a need bound by the silence and the loneliness of her surroundings.

Quietly and in the most subtle way, Mi-Yeon gently flipped the switch off. Her surroundings now falling into immediate darkness with only the moon's visible light extending through the windows of the classroom.

She locked the door before making her way back to the front of the room. After clearing out the top of the desk, she deliberately used the stool beside her, bringing her body up until she landed on top, sitting with her legs spread apart.

Slow and steady, her fingers hovered over her skirt, gently pressing the fabric against her pussy.

The more she moved her fingers around the fabric, the more she could feel herself growing sensitive down below.

Am I really doing this right now?

Mi-Yeon lifted her skirt.

No one's here anyway.

As she shifted them towards her thong, her fingers naturally motioned up and down her shape, tracing slow, deliberate circles through her thin fabric.

It felt good. So good. Incredibly immense with just rubbing her hands against the dampened fabric. But it wasn't enough. No, most certainly not.

Immediately, without another second to waste, Mi-Yeon pulled the strings of her thong to the side, slipping her fingers inside her hole. "Fuck," she moaned.

This feels so...good...

She was wet, incredibly dripping with her own fluid.

Closing her eyes, she could feel the temperature of her cheeks rising, her hands getting warmer and warmer, more and more slippery by the second. She moved between maintaining a steady pace—slow then fast, fingering herself with one hand while gripping her boobs with the other.

Further and further, her desire overpowered her surroundings. Though it was no doubt she could reach her climax with just her fingers alone, it still wasn't enough. No, Mi-Yeon had to reach for her bag.

For that one friend that never ceases to tease her even deeper. She slowly slipped her vibrator inside, pushing until all that was left was the tail dangling between her lips.

Faster...please...faster...

With every press of a button and every tingling sensation on her nipples, her mind had pushed aside the thought that she was masturbating inside her very own classroom.

It didn't even cross her mind how naughty or shameful her expressions painted themselves this very moment. Or even how the sound of her moans echoed across the room.

All she could think about was the sensual pain that surfaced below her, craving to transcend into a pleasurable state. And more importantly, there was that lingering reassurance that no one was watching her.

Or so she thought.

"Jerking off inside a classroom?" A figure appeared dressed in a dark suit, leaning with one hand inside their pocket while spinning a dagger with the other. "Hn, don't you think that's inappropriate...Miss Lee."

Mi-Yeon sat up immediately, narrowing her gaze in the direction of the figure's voice.

The more she could make of the man standing across from her with the moon shining down on them from the window, the more it became clear that she was in much more danger than she had anticipated.

With a blink of an eye, she found herself gasping for air as his fingers curled around her neck. The cold tip of his dagger in contact with her cheek, while he pinned her against the desk, leaving her squirming, breathless, and paralyzed.

"W-wait! Please don't kill me!" Mi-Yeon begged. "I—"

Shit...Shit shit shit. My vibrator is still on. Fuck!

Moving her hands blindly across the desk with a free hand, Mi-Yeon frantically searched for the remote, knocking over a few scattered papers and some pens.

The remote. Where the fuck is the remote?!

The more she panicked, the more she could feel the traitorous buzz between her thighs—shaking her inner walls, threatening to emit another moan between her lips.

The man smirked, pressing the dagger deeper into her skin. "What are you reaching for, Miss Lee?" he whispered.