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Negotiating with the father was useless, and dealing with the mother was even worse constantly glued to the phone, claiming to be handling "business." Poor Lukten… why did he have to be born into a family like this? Not sure if coming here as a teacher or to start some foundation for kids, but why did he have to feel all this frustration?
"It's okay, Teacher Luktan. Life has disappointments… it's normal," said Lukten, the little mushroom-headed kid, resting a messy ice cream hand on the back of the small teacher who sat hugging his knees, completely drained.
Lukten…
Damn kid!
Why does this kid's problem always turn into my problem?
All it took was Lukten picking up the phone and telling his house that he was staying with the teacher and the house immediately agreed. That was way too easy.
On top of that, the mother offered to "hire" the teacher to look after Lukten for now, because her own business was too busy and she had to face court with the ruthless lottery boss, the father.
Thinking about that day made the anger flare up even more. Why did it have to be someone like that, when he should have been a better person? That night had been blissful, no different from a newlywed couple: changing clothes gently, buying three sets of khaki teacher uniforms… never thought someone could be so narrow-minded.
And the lottery boss daring to demand repayment of the owed tickets? It was enough to make anyone want to smack him with a stick. Poor kid, and yet they threatened him, and now the teacher had to raise the child's flesh and blood almost against his will.
The outside world is so cruel.
Bar P's
"About time you showed up. How's your mom doing?"
"Not good. Still stuck in bed like a vegetable."
"And Tenn's mom too? Must be a mess, huh?"
"Yeah. She probably thinks I'm letting my guard down so she's trying to screw me while I'm distracted. That whole family's a bunch of crooks."
"Still the same savage bastard, aren't you, Toad? Come on—drink."
Two big tattooed guys with mean handsome faces sat in the VIP corner, chain‑smoking and drinking like they owned the place.
Pirat—owner of this bar in the city, almost a hundred kilometers from Toad's village came from the same hometown, moved to run his business, and always kept in touch. He'd even visited Toad in England. He was the only friend Toad could be real with, no pretending, absolute trust.
"You're that stressed should I call some girls for you?"
"No… not now. No mood."
"What kind of broken‑hearted lottery boss turns down sex? Spill it."
"…I hooked up with a debtor."
Pirat froze. "Come again?"
"It was insane. Didn't complain no matter how hard I went. Filthy, in the best way. But…"
"But what?"
"He's broke. Owes tens of thousands in my mom's lottery money."
"So what—offering his body to pay the debt? That why he went all out?"
"He didn't offer anything. Didn't even bring up the debt. I'm the one hounding him."
"You bastard—hah! And was he hot at least? If it was that good, can't you cut him a discount?"
"Not smashing his bike and beating him senseless is generous enough. Plus I bought him stuff."
"Then why not make some deal? Or… did you actually meet someone you might like?"
"Hell no. Great in bed, but his mouth never stops. Lectured me for abandoning my own kid, stared me down even when I raised a fist. Treated me like some kindergarten brat in his class. He's tiny as hell, too. Thinking about it just makes me wanna spank that teacher with a stick."
"…Wait—teacher? As in kindergarten teacher?"
"Yeah. My kid's homeroom teacher."
They kept drinking, talking about everything and nothing until they were both wasted. Toad insisted he could drive home, so Pirat sent his guys to follow and make sure he didn't crash before reaching his village.
Half‑drunk, half‑horny like always, Toad had someone in mind the whole drive. An evil little smirk crept up his lips.
He didn't take anyone home tonight because he wanted someone local someone who dared mouth off to his own creditor to drag back and teach a proper lesson.
One late night, while sleeping alone in the teacher's quarters—finally some peace after several nights spent with Tenn—a loud crash jolted the small teacher awake. Bleary-eyed, he scrambled up and ran to the window to see what had happened outside.
A black Benz lay smashed against a utility pole just a few meters from the house.
The sight made his eyes widen. Heart pounding, he dashed down the stairs, panicked, to check the car that had collided with the pole in front of his quarters.
Inside the vehicle, complete silence. No screams, no movement. Worrisome.
But the occupants? Smirking menacingly, taking in the sight of the small, disheveled teacher pressing his hands against the glass, staring in like a startled gecko.
"Got you now, Teacher Luktaan."
Luktaan stepped toward the driver's side, intending to open the door and help. But a strong arm shot out of nowhere, yanking his light frame inside the car and pinning him against the driver. The door slammed shut behind them.
"Whoa—hey!"
"Scared? It's your creditor, not a ghost." A deep, low voice, tinged with alcohol, leaned down close to the small teacher pressed against his chest, clearly enjoying the reaction.
"What the hell are you doing, crashing into someone's pole? Let me go!"
The muscular arm held him tight. His muffled protests, more like a cat's hiss than words, only seemed to please the man.
The scent of city skin soft, tempting was intoxicating. The sharp nose inhaled greedily. Strong hands gripped the small hips, pressing him flush against the massive chest, as if trying to fuse the two bodies into one. Every touch sent an uncontrollable heat through Luktaan's body.
Toad began to toy with the pale, struggling form in his arms, holding tight as the small teacher twisted and squirmed, refusing to stay still.
"What's wrong with you? Let me go—this isn't some lawless jungle where you can just drag whoever you want. Let me go!"
"Whoever? You're my debtor, my… whatever we are, and you're practically helping raise my kid. Why wouldn't I come to you?"
His low husky voice brushed against the side of Luktaan's neck on purpose, knowing the smaller man always faltered whenever he got rough like this.
"I'm just your debtor not anything else. And I'm not losing my mind like last time—mmpf—"
His lips were cut off, silenced by Toad's mouth crashing against his in annoyance, tongue sweeping and greedy, claiming more than a simple kiss, pouring in every restless thought he'd been holding back these past days.
Luktaan's arms pushed, body tense but the kiss kept going, intense enough that his limbs felt weak before he even realized.
Finally, Toad pulled back with a frustrated breath, thumb brushing the now‑swollen lower lip as if admiring his own handiwork.
"Don't act like I forced anything. People sell things for money all the time. Trading something valuable isn't strange. It's reality."
"I'm a teacher, not someone you can just… come to whenever you feel like it!"
"Be whatever you want but don't pretend we didn't both want it. We're adults, and we're single. What's so forbidden? Acting innocent now won't change it."
"I don't want anything to do with a jerk like you! If you want someone that badly, go pay someone else!"
"I want you. Teachers taste better than anyone. If you want money off your debt, say your price."
SMACK!