Good morning professor."
"Morning."
I'm a Korean man born in America after my parents moved here. I was raised in California and currently teach math at a small college here. Though the days were mostly boring around here, there was something worth seeing in my class. Specifically, it was one particular student that caught my attention.
It's currently afternoon and I'm making my way to the classroom as usual. When I arrived, I noticed that most of the students were already present with a heavy silence in the air. It was always like that the following week after exams as most students would know whether they would make it or not. It was a time of great stress for most. One student however, was calmly reading as if the score didn't matter to her.
"Hamilton!"
She was also Korean as well. Many liked her for her looks or personality and she was quite popular for different reasons, mostly from helping other students. I took notice of her from her high scores and work ethic in the class. While I was calling out names, she adjusted her glasses and continued reading, as if the test result didn't matter one bit. A few names later and I got to her paper, sighing as I read the score she received in my mind.
"Im!"
She placed her book down and made her way up to the front, her long hair waving in her stride. I handed the test to her and she looked at it unfazed, despite the score she received. I expected some reaction but she turned around and resumed reading after she took a seat, adjusting her glasses once again. She showed no concern whatsoever, so I assumed she had a way to deal with it. I finished calling the rest of the papers and class resumed as usual. There was no particular change in the girl's routine.
The hour of class passed by quickly and I couldn't help the worrisome feeling I had in my mind. In the solemn minutes I had alone in my office hour after class was when I was hoping to shake it off. There was something up with that student. There had to be a reason. As if to confirm my suspicions, she showed up during the last few minutes of my lonely hour.
"Hello professor." She said quite calmly.
"Hello Yoona, you're here to see me about your test grade?"
"Yes. Is it too late?"
"Not at all, take a seat."
Yoona sat on a chair next to the table and I followed her there. She took out the test and laid it in front of me, a drastically low score of 23 for a good student.
"Do you want to go over it? Or do you know what you did wrong?"
"I know what I did wrong."
"What did you want to discuss then? You should be fine for the rest of the class if passing it is your priority because of the dropped score clause."
Her stare suggested this was not the case.
"Professor, do you think you can give me back points?"
"What?"
Yoona took a glance at the open door before looking back at me.
"How do my lips look?" She asked, tracing her mouth with one of her fingers. An unusual question given the situation we were in.
"Uh, they look fine I suppose?"
Yoona frowned after that statement. Of course, I couldn't say what I truly felt about them, but it seemed like she was anticipating that answer instead. She lifted herself off the chair and made her way to the entrance.
"...Just fine?" She said after closing and locking the door.
She made her way back to me confidently, walking as a model would on a catwalk. It was abrupt, but I was suddenly inches away from her smiling face as she bent over the table.
"Take a closer look."
I broke eye contact with her momentarily to look down to her mouth which she kept slightly open. Seeing them up close was a marvelous sight, laying eyes on her luscious pink lips. They were in a class of their own, a true testament to her beauty. Because of this, my thoughts drifted to a forbidden territory. I snapped back before this could go any further.
"Yes, just fine-" She butted lips with mine, dragging them slightly when she pulled back. I was at a loss for words as she stared at my face. Luckily, she was the first to break the silence between us.
"I think they're more than fine. Let me show you." We touched lips again, starting off with a minor touch then increasing to a deeper one. Yoona's soft and wet lips wove themselves into the crevice of mine, filling it up with her moisture. She tasted divine, as expected from her looks. She didn't pull back, so I continued gorging on her luscious lips until a minute or so passed.
"Still just fine?" She asked after pulling back.
"They're...great."
"Good. Now...that's worth at least five points, right?" She smiled and waved her hair back, adjusting her glasses as well. I was slightly confused at why she came here in the first place, but now I understood.
"Yoona, I can't do this, you know that."
"Are you sure, Oppa?"
She boldly leapt forward once more, pushing her lips into mine. This time Yoona disregarded any shyness she had as she boldly shoved her tongue into my mouth, meeting mine inside. It was a messy whirl of delight and wetness as she administered this sloppy kiss of hers. A trail of saliva was what connected us when she broke apart, of which she slurped up and swallowed.
"I'll have to charge you more points for that one, Oppa."
My cock was already hard from just her kisses. It was arousing enough to stir me to an erection, but the scent of her perfumed body as we meshed lips together heightened it as well. What sealed the deal however, was being called Oppa for the first time in a while by such a stunning girl like her. If she wanted to do it this way, it was fine by me.
"Let's start my exam Oppa. Do you want another sloppy kiss?" She said while licking her lips, making sure to dampen them with her saliva.
"Or...do you want something else?" She got onto the table and spread her legs apart, striking a suggestive pose. Her shorts were extremely small and tight, so seeing into her crotch was an easy feat. The sight was the exact provocation I needed to push me into playing this game of hers.
"I'm interested in your other set of lips. Show me how you play with yourself. I'll consider giving maybe ten points?"
"Only ten? I guess I'll have to work super hard for today." She said jokingly.
Yoona brought both her legs together and lifted them in the air, slipping out of her shorts and black laced panties. She resumed her sitting position on the table, bottom plopped on the cold surface with legs spread open. There was no hair and it looked to be recently shaved, probably in preparation for today. Her lips were now in plain sight.
"Look closely. Watch how I make myself wet for you."
Seeing her half naked was a surprise enough already, but hearing a supposed well mannered student say things like that was exciting as well. As she licked her middle finger, I wondered what else she would end up saying.