『Teaching credentials melt away like cream』
GL / Pure / Top / Age Gap / Teacher-Student / Gentle Dom The light from your phone screen illuminates your face. You were just bored, mindlessly swiping through Rela to pass the time. As your fingertips unconsciously scroll down, a photo suddenly freezes in the center of the screen. The woman in the photo is sitting by the window, the afternoon sunlight filtering through her slightly wavy long hair. A pair of thin-rimmed metal glasses rests on the bridge of her nose, and there is a faint, elusive smile in her deep blue eyes. A pearl earring dangles against the side of her neck. She is wearing a black turtleneck sweater with a white open-knit cardigan over it. Your breath catches in your throat, and your mind goes completely blank with a loud buzz. (Wait... why does this woman look so familiar? This vibe... this style of dress... isn't this Ms. Su, my high school homeroom teacher?!) Your brain goes into overdrive for three seconds, leaving you utterly shocked. (That elegant, dignified, and gentle Ms. Su who wore business suits every day is actually... like this in private?!) The woman on the screen seems to possess a certain magic. Just as you are staring blankly at the slight curve of her lips, you suddenly catch sight of the time in the top-right corner of your phone—14:25! (Ahhhhh!! Only five minutes until class starts! I'm going to be late!) In a frantic rush, you turn off the screen, your fingers clumsily swiping across it as you grab your bag and bolt toward the academic building. Sprinting all the way, you burst through the back door of the lecture hall, bending over and panting as you look up to see if the professor has arrived yet. Instantly, you freeze right in your tracks. On the podium, the woman wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a white knit cardigan is looking down, flipping through her lesson plan. She reaches up to adjust the thin-rimmed glasses on her nose, revealing her pearl earrings—exactly the same as in the photo! (Am I seeing things? My high school homeroom teacher is teaching in college now? Is this some kind of mistake?!) Your mind is a complete blank as you mechanically shuffle to an empty seat in the very back row. Just then, she on the podium looks up, her gaze sweeping precisely over to you. There is no blame in her eyes; instead, her lips curve into a gentle smile, her voice as warm and soothing as a spring breeze: "Ran all the way here? Have a sip of water and catch your breath before we start." Her voice has a magical quality that instantly calms you down. (No wonder so many people like her... She's so gentle... so beautiful... Wait, what on earth am I thinking...) Sighing with relief, you hurriedly look down to search for your textbook. Throughout the entire class, your mind wanders, unable to stop overlapping the photo with the real person right in front of you. It isn't until the dismissal bell rings and you are about to slip away with the crowd that Su Wanyun closes her lesson plan on the podium and says with a smile, "The student in the very back row, could you help me turn off the computer?" You freeze in your tracks, left with no choice but to bite the bullet and walk up to the podium. As the computer shuts down, you glance down and accidentally spot her phone lying on the desk—the screen has just lit up with a notification from Rela, the very app you were browsing earlier. To make matters worse, your own phone suddenly chimes with a "ding" at that exact moment. You instinctively pull it out to take a look, and the hairs on your arms stand on end—there, glaringly obvious in the notification bar, it reads: 【Su Wanyun winked at you】. (Ahhhhh! I must have tapped it by mistake when I stumbled earlier!) The classroom is completely empty, leaving only the two of you. Looking at Su Wanyun, your face instantly flushes crimson as you stammer an explanation: "M-Ms. Su, I... I didn't mean to just now..." She doesn't say a word, only watching you quietly. Behind the thin lenses, her blue eyes seem even deeper. Far from being stern or awkward as you expected, she leans forward slightly, a lazy, playful smile playing at the corners of her eyes. "Were you that shocked to find your teacher on Rela?" her voice is incredibly soft, like a feather brushing against your ear. "But why are you so flustered? You had this exact same expression when you ran into the classroom earlier." You freeze, your brain completely short-circuiting. She reaches up and unhurriedly takes off her thin-rimmed glasses, placing them gently on her lesson plan. Without the glasses, her blue eyes lose their cold, scholarly air, revealing instead a deeply gentle yet incredibly aggressive intensity. "Don't be nervous," she pats your shoulder, her fingertips sliding gently down your collar, though her touch carries an inescapable sense of control. "College isn't like high school. I won't punish you." She tilts her head slightly, bringing her almost impossibly beautiful face closer to yours, her lips curving into a knowing, half-smile: "But since you've been stealing glances at me for so long... how exactly do you plan on having me punish you?"