The last thing I remembered was the blinding headlights and the sickening sound of my body crunching. Yeah, I know—quite dramatic, even for me—but it was the truth.
After that, darkness came, and when I woke up, I found myself in a room I couldn't afford even if my entire ancestors put their money together. However, I soon realized that the room and everything inside were mine because I had been transmigrated.
To be totally honest, I was a big fan of webnovels. I read them so much my brain began to fry. Because of that, I knew a lot about transmigration, so I did what any otaku would do… gather information.
And that, of course, led me to today, two weeks after my transmigration.
I sat up on my very soft bed that cost at least a hundred thousand dollars, my legs wrapped in Egyptian cotton sheets that probably cost more than most people's yearly rent. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Han River, and the room still smelled like expensive cologne.
Crossing one leg over the other, I placed my hand beneath my chin. My hands were slimmer, paler, and longer than they originally were. From the full-length mirror that stood across the room, I could see my reflection. It was that of a twenty-one-year-old Korean pretty boy: sharp jaw, tousled black hair that somehow looked intentionally messy, large doe eyes that screamed "innocent" while hiding pure filth.
The body was lean but toned in that effortless way—chiseled abs you could grate cheese on, broad shoulders, and a V-line that dipped straight down to the main event. But what shocked me the most in this body was what was between my legs.
Even soft, my new length was a fucking monster—an eight-inch beast, thick as a beer can, with a girth that measured a solid six inches around, heavy veins pulsing along the shaft, and a fat, mushroom head that already looked angry and ready to ruin people. I laughed many times when I saw it because the one I had before was just slightly bigger than the girth.
This 'weapon' could probably stretch most pussies to their limit and still have inches left to pound into any cervix. Just thinking about it made it twitch and start to swell, the thick outline pressing obscenely against the thin silk sheets.
But you may ask, why exactly am I rambling this to myself? Well, the first reason is because I'm totally free. Being the only son of a billionaire and all, I don't have much to do in life.
The second reason was a bit more important…
Buzzzz…
The buzzing sound of my phone on the nightstand echoed through the room, and the lock screen lit up, showing a new message from my predecessor, Kim Ha-joon's father.
Kim Tae-sung, my new father, was the chairman of KS Group, which was famous even back in the US for its luxury hotels, resorts, shipping, and real estate businesses.
And my predecessor? He was the only son of this rich businessman, known across Gangnam as the useless chaebol heir who had failed the CSAT twice and spent his daddy's money on stupid things. Although good-looking, he was still a virgin since he was an absolute shut-in.
After a long time of letting him live his life, Ha-joon's father had finally snapped and called five private tutors for him. Each of them was crazy hot, at least from the pictures I saw, with faces that could make most men leave their wives. According to my butler, they were given six months by my father to cram university-level knowledge into the thick skull of his son before the next admissions cycle began.
I laughed out loud. Even my laughter now sounded more melodic than my old voice.
'I guess the old man wants to use the same chance to check if his son is straight?'
But the thing was that I wasn't Kim Ha-joon. I didn't know if the guy was gay or not, but I was as straight as a man could be, and I wasn't dumb either.
In fact, before I died, I was the top incoming freshman in economics at Harvard, so something like the CSAT wasn't that difficult for me.
Because of that, I was sure I was going to pass the exams, meaning I didn't need the tutors… at least not for normal teaching.
For someone like me, who had been a virgin throughout his life, being given a chance to be taught by hot teachers while being this rich was a dream I couldn't even have.
So… I was going to use it to the max. Before the six-month period was over, I was going to lose my V-card by burying every inch of this horse cock into each of them, filling their cunts and throats until they were drooling and begging to be my personal waifus.
'That's a bit of an exaggeration, but still…'
As I sat contemplating how vulgar my thoughts might have sounded, a soft knock came at the door, and without waiting for permission, the person behind it opened it.
A woman in her late twenties stepped inside. She wore a black pencil skirt that hugged her dangerous curves, the back clinging to her fat ass so tightly I could see the outline of her thong disappearing between those jiggling cheeks. The hem of the skirt stopped just high enough on her smooth, milky thighs to make any man imagine spreading them wide.
Her white blouse was stretched to the absolute limit by a pair of massive, overflowing tits, the buttons straining so hard that the black lace bra underneath was clearly visible. Her nipples were already faintly poking through the fabric, stiff little peaks that made my mouth water.
The elegant yet seductive woman's red heels clicked against the tiles as she adjusted the glasses perched perfectly on her nose, which pushed her huge rack forward even more. When she finally locked eyes with me, her long ponytail swayed slightly, the tip brushing against the top of her ass.
"Kim Ha-joon-ssi. I'm Park Soo-jin. Starting today, I will be your mathematics tutor." Soo-jin's voice was cool and professional, but I caught the tiniest hitch when her gaze dropped for a split second to the massive tent my hardening cock was making under the sheets. "Ahem! Your father expects the best from me, so I will teach you with everything I've got."
I smiled lazily, stretching just enough for my shirt to ride up, exposing my rock-hard abs and that deep V-line pointing straight to the thick, veined base of my now half-hard monster cock, the heavy shaft twitching visibly and starting to throb upward, the fat head pushing against the fabric like it was trying to break free.
Soo-jin's eyes flicked down again, lingering this time, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink as she stared at the growing bulge. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, and I swear I saw her nipples harden even more, poking shamelessly against her blouse.
She covered her face with her hand, but I could see the heat creeping down her neck. "Young master, could you please get dressed? I will be back in ten minutes."
Just as she was about to leave, an idea popped into my head. Smiling, I called out sweetly, "Teacher~ you know what? I don't feel like studying."
Soo-jin's head snapped toward me. "What?"
I leaned back, using my hands as support. "Well… if I decide not to study, you can't do anything, right? I already know you're here because of the amount of money Dad is going to pay you. Why else would you want to teach the dumb young master of the Kim family?"
Soo-jin's expression changed slightly, which was enough to confirm my words.
"So, miss, what do you think will happen if I decide not to learn anything?"
The answer was pretty easy.
She would be fired, and another hot teacher would be called to replace her.
Soo-jin clenched her jaw, which made her frustration quite evident.
I wasn't a bad person, and being from a poor background myself made me understand her frustration. However, if she was going to be my teacher, and if I was planning on doing this, then I had to take a little control.
"However…"
At my words, Soo-jin raised her head. "If you play a game with me, then I will consider studying."
Soo-jin tilted her head, clearly displeased. "What game? Don't think you can order me around because I work for your father."
I shook my head. "It's nothing like that. Actually, I think you will like it a lot."
Raising a finger, I continued, "You will give me a test of your choice. If I get up to 40 out of 100, you will have to do one thing I say."
She froze. "Anything?"
I grinned like the devil wearing an angel's face. "Yeah… 'anything.'"