The air inside the classroom had grown thick and heated from the morning's long stretch of theory and practice.
"Up to this point, we've built the foundational stamina and techniques for fellatio. From here on, we're going to combine those skills and learn how to properly pleasure a man's most sensitive, critical area-the glans."
It was fourth period, the final morning class before lunch.
"A single careless mistake from any of you can turn pleasure into pain for a man. So from this moment, hang on every word I say. Don't miss a single syllable."
She alternated between the textbook and the video, hammering home the three absolute principles that had to be obeyed.
"First: hygiene. Before you serve, your mouth must be perfectly clean. Second: pressure control. Never apply too much force. And last-the most important of all-your teeth. Never, ever let them touch."
Most of the coeds scribbled down every word with solemn faces.
Then noona began explaining the five core techniques.
"The first technique is called the Plains. You flatten your entire tongue wide and lick the whole surface of the glans with gentle, even pressure. Softness and pressure at the same time-it's an advanced move."
She played the demonstration clip of a woman performing glans fellatio with her tongue fully spread.
"Second is the Borderline. You slowly trace the ridge where the glans meets the shaft with your tongue, maintaining a steady speed for one full circle. Keeping the exact path is the key."
"Third is Palate Friction. You pin the glans against the hard roof of your mouth and gently rub it there."
"Fourth is the Texture Variation we learned earlier. Start with plenty of saliva so it's wet and slick. Once the man has gotten used to the pleasure, dry out your mouth to increase the friction."
"And the fifth and final technique: the Tickle. Point your tongue tip and lightly, rapidly flutter it around the urethral opening."
"You won't use that last one very often in everyday service. The chance of making him cum is simply too high."
"As you all know, once a man has ejaculated, it's hard for him to get hard again or cum a second time right away. We can't go around wasting his precious stamina, can we?"
When the theory ended, Iseol noona looked straight at me.
"Shall we begin the practical now?"
The classroom immediately bustled with preparations for the hands-on session.
Desks and chairs were shoved against the walls in an instant, and I took my seat once more on the chair at the center of the platform.
"I'll demonstrate first again this time."
Iseol noona started by stretching her jaw-opening her mouth wide and rolling it left and right to loosen the joint.
"Especially when you're serving someone as well-endowed as Sihyuk, this kind of thorough stretching is essential. If your jaw gets strained, you can't focus on the service."
After finishing the stretch, she took warm water into her mouth, then cold, swishing and spitting in turn to fine-tune the temperature inside. The professionalism of it already had me looking forward to what came next.
After finishing the stretch, she took warm water into her mouth, then cold, swishing and spitting in turn to fine-tune the temperature inside. The professionalism of it already had me looking forward to what came next.
Then she knelt in front of me and gazed reverently at my fully erect cock.
She first took my glans lightly into her mouth and looked up at me, asking with her eyes if the temperature was all right.
Holy fuck...
It was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold-just the right, blissful warmth.
The carefully heated interior of her mouth, the soft flesh of her tongue and palate wrapping around the head-goosebumps raced down my spine the moment they closed over me.
It reminded me of the languid pleasure of having my hair washed at a salon years ago. But this was my cock, not my scalp, and the intensity was in a completely different league.
When I nodded in satisfaction, she began the first technique in earnest.
First technique: the Plains.
Noona's tongue flattened broad and soft, licking thoroughly over the entire surface of my glans.
"Mmmph, uum, churp..."
The instant her tongue swept across the head, pleasure flooded in. Yet it wasn't sharp.
If the stimulation had been even a fraction stronger it would have hurt, but her exquisite control of force left nothing but pure pleasure.
That deep, thorough stimulation rattled my brain. If she kept this up I felt like I could cum any second.
"Ohh..."
I had meant to keep the admiration inside my head, but it slipped out of my mouth anyway.
After finishing the first demonstration, noona pulled off and addressed the girls.
"That is the Plains technique. The key is gentle pressure with the entire tongue.'
"Look at Model Sihyuk's reaction. His brows are slightly furrowed, yet his lips are parted comfortably.
That's a sign of satisfaction."
She continued the demonstration like a commentator, explaining her technique and my responses in real time.
Next came the second technique: the Borderline.
Noona's tongue began slowly circling the ridge where the glans met the shaft.
At first she traced clockwise at a constant speed and pressure. It felt as if her tongue never once strayed from the exact line.
Just as I was getting used to the sensation of the ridge being licked, she reversed direction and circled counterclockwise.
The unexpected change of direction sent a novel wave of pleasure sweeping across the head.
My eyebrows twitched on reflex; she gave me a smiling look with her eyes, then stopped the blowjob to explain again to everyone.
"Most men prefer clockwise, but individual tastes vary. Sihyuk, which direction felt better?"
*... Counterclockwise was better."
"I see. In real service, all of you must watch the man's reactions and discover which direction he prefers."
The third technique-Palate Friction was even more intense.
Noona first laid her tongue flat beneath my glans. Then she tensed the muscle and lifted the head upward as if cradling it.
I felt the strange sensation of the upper surface of the glans being pressed firmly against the hard roof of her mouth.
Holding that position, she moved her tongue in tiny forward-and-back motions, rubbing the glans meticulously against the rough texture of her palate.
This was stimulation of an entirely different kind.
A moment later she lowered her tongue, took my cock in one hand, lifted it, and began rubbing the glans directly against her own palate.
The firm yet smooth texture-different from the tongue-seemed to awaken every nerve ending on the surface of the head.
"You can lift the cock with your tongue and grind it against the palate, or you can use your hand to assist like this."
Having the angle controlled by her hand made the friction feel far deeper and more powerful.
The fourth technique, Texture Variation, was pure artistry.
At first her mouth was flooded with saliva, wet and slippery as it toyed with the glans. Then it gradually dried out.
As the friction rose, the stimulation grew sharper by degrees.
If it had been dry from the start it would have hurt, but my glans had already been hard for a while and had dulled a little; now the sensation was exactly right.
I could feel the head becoming hypersensitive all over again.
Receiving glans fellatio with the fourth technique, I finally understood why this practical had a set order.
If she had scraped my glans with a dry, rough tongue right from the beginning with no warning, it would have been closer to pain than pleasure.
But the three preceding techniques had served as perfect foreplay, thoroughly warming up my cock, so the sharp stimulation of the fourth technique arrived as pure pleasure, never pain.
Starting soft and steadily building the intensity-that was the moment I learned the importance of sequence with my own body.
The fifth and final technique, the Tickle, was the crowning flourish.
Noona's pointed tongue tip fluttered lightly and rapidly around the very tip of the glans-around the urethral opening.
A dizzying sensation that felt like I was about to cum shot straight through my hips.
I wanted to beg her to keep blowing me just like that.
Unfortunately, noona had only been giving a demonstration for the class and stopped there.
"That concludes it. As you saw, if you execute these five techniques in order, a man can feel pleasure without any pain."
The moment her demonstration ended, I couldn't help being impressed.
The blowjobs Chaerin had given me until now had been good in their own way, but this was on another level entirely.
The skill of an Academy University graduate-and a teacher at that-surpassed anything I had imagined.
At the same time I found myself looking forward to how much better Chaerin's blowjobs would become after learning these techniques. I was going to have to start asking for morning fellatio every single day.
"All right, come up one by one and practice."
The classroom seethed with excited heat.
The coeds walted for their turns, lips already moving as they silently rehearsed the demonstration they had just watched, faces flushed.
Just the thought of taking a man's glans into their mouths was enough to make them happy.
At Iseol noona's words, Chaerin stepped forward first.
Without the slightest hesitation she knelt in front of me and began a fairly practiced jaw stretch.
The way she worked the joint left and right even carried a grim determination.
It was a secret from Chaerin, but the thought of that serious face sucking on my glans only made me harder.
Before Chaerin put her mouth on my cock, she looked up at me with pure confidence in her eyes.
Then she took alternating mouthfuls of warm water and cold water and finally cradled my glans between her lips.
Watching her copy Seol noona's routine so carefully was both adorable and wickedly cute.
"Temperature's fine."
The moment I said so, Chaerin's tongue found my glans.
A hot, wet sensation wrapped around the head. She was approaching this with a technical focus that felt different from every sexual processing session so far.
Just as the theory lecture had taught her, Chaerin spread her tongue wide and pressed it softly across the surface of my glans, licking in smooth strokes. Soft flesh gliding and enveloping the head-that was the feeling. Conscious of technique, her tonguework was a little clumsier than noona's, but even that clumsiness was stimulating.
"Chooop, churrrp, chuuut..."
From the first technique to the last, Chaerin worked through everything she had learned. Her flattened tongue pressed gently against my glans, and the way she licked the ridge stayed reasonably steady. For a beginner, her overall skill was solid-perfectly serviceable.
But after tasting Seol noona's near-divine technique just moments earlier, a few shortcomings stood out.
"Sihyuk, if you don't mind, could you give a short bit of feedback to everyone once they finish their practice?"
When Chaerin's turn ended, Seol noona asked the favor, so I delivered my notes.
"Chaerin."
"How was I?"
Having finished every technique, Chaerin wiped a sheen of sweat from her brow. Kneeling and working the fellatio slowly had clearly worn her out. How hard she had tried was obvious at a glance.
She looked up at me with eyes full of expectation. I did well, right? was written all over her face. That only made me more careful with the feedback.
"Overall it was excellent, but I wish the temperature inside your mouth had been a little warmer. Right now it feels slightly lukewarm. And that last stimulation of the urethral opening put too much force into it. It felt more like stabbing than tickling."
At my critique, Chaerin's confident expression crumpled in an instant. She stuck out her lower lip, pulled it back in, and muttered under her breath.
"...Got it."
Frustration was plain on her face, but she obediently returned to her place and stood. The look in her eyes said she was determined to give a perfect blowjob next time no matter what.
"Still, you did really well. I'm looking forward to next time."
That final addition smoothed her expression out again.
Next was the vice president, Cha Ayeong.
Long black hair, a cold cat-eyed beauty. Even when she knelt in front of me, that icy expression never thawed. Without showing a flicker of emotion, she finished the textbook jaw stretches and mouth-temperature control.
Ayeong's tongue met my glans. The temperature was nearly perfect-warm without being scorching, exactly the ideal Seol noona had described. The soft texture created by just the right amount of saliva was first-rate.
But it was too soft. She licked as carefully as if she were handling fine porcelain, so the pleasure only skimmed the surface. On top of that, there was no wet sucking sound and no change in her face, which left the mental satisfaction wanting.
"Vice President."
When I spoke mid-session, Ayeong stopped her tongue, blinked, and looked up at me.
"Put a little more strength into it. Not enough pressure."
She immediately tightened her mouth. The moment her lips clamped down and her tongue pressed firmly into the glans, the intensity of the pleasure shot straight up. It felt so good I leaned back in the chair and let out a sigh like a man sinking into a hot bath.
After Ayeong finished practicing all five techniques, I gave her feedback too.
"You were short on force at first, but you're excellent at taking feedback. Once you get a little more used to a cock, you'll be even better."
Even at the praise she showed no real change of expression, only tipped her head in a small nod before returning to her place. For a moment I found myself wishing I could see that blank face twist with pleasure the way it had during the physical exam.
Then came Subin's turn. She stood in front of me wound tight with nerves.
"Um... Sihyuk. It's just... my mouth is small, so..."
"It's fine. Relax."
Encouraged by my words, Subin opened her small mouth and began the jaw stretches. But not long after she took the glans in, her expression soured. Her jaw seemed unusually weak compared to the other girls. Yesterday she hadn't been able to keep up the cleaning fellatio for long either-so that had been a jaw problem after all.
"Han Subin."
Unable to watch any longer, Seol noona stepped in.
"You're putting far too much tension into your jaw. Forcing it can injure the joint. Make sure you stretch your jaw joint every day without fail."
"Yes, teacher..."
The way Subin looked up at me, completely deflated, was so much like a rain-soaked puppy that a laugh slipped out before I could stop it.
"Don't push yourself. Just trying this hard is already amazing."
At my words, Subin's face lit up. From around the classroom I heard little sounds of envy aimed at her for the encouragement.
Subin finished her service clumsily but with everything she had. Even while she kept massaging her jaw with one hand, the look she fixed on me burned hotter than anyone else's.
Next was the cheerful track-and-field girl, Seo Yeji. Yeji's caress was a little rough around the edges. Rather than executing each technique with precision, it felt like she was simply working her tongue as hard as she could. But inside that clumsiness I could feel, thick and clear, how sincerely she was trying for my sake.
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Unlike her usual lively self, the way she looked up at me with shy eyes while concentrating so hard-that gap in expression was pretty entertaining.
"A little rough, but I could really feel the sincerity. And that expression of yours is fun-totally different from usual."
"Thanks for the feedback! Next time I'll serve you even harder!"
Yeji laughed brightly at my notes and bounced back to her place.
Then it was Lee Yuna's turn. The flashy yellow-dyed gyaru-style girl who had stood out so much during the physical exam. Just like last time, Yuna knelt in front of me with a confident smile and not a shred of nerves.
"Looking forward to it, Class President~"
She let out that pleasant nasal lilt, shot me a wink, and took my cock into her mouth in one go.
The way she only half-bothered with mouth temperature had made me write her off a little, honestly. I even thought she might be worse than Subin.
Then she blew my expectations clean out of the water.
"...Oh?"
"Uum, huu, churrruup.
A sensation completely different from anything so far. It wasn't that she sucked well-her tongue itself was different. Yuna's tongue was impossibly soft and yielding, like jelly or pudding. The temperature was pleasantly warm, too.
Every time that tongue slid across my glans, pleasure washed through me as if every nerve in my body were melting. And she didn't stop there. Yuna took two of the techniques we had learned today and remixed them in her own style.
For the first technique, the Plain, while the other girls had modulated pressure, she crushed my glans under her tongue. But because the tongue was so soft, the pleasure was enormous. And for the last technique, the Tickle, she teased the urethral opening so aggressively that it should have hurt-yet it didn't sting at all.
Thanks to that, the urge to come rose quite a bit. A little longer and I might have finished. The other techniques were ordinary, but in my mind Yuna was already in first place.
As if she could read my thoughts, the eyes she turned up at me brimmed with confidence. She knew exactly what her weapon was.
When the fellatio ended, after she had licked the tip of the glans with the end of her tongue right to the last second, I gave her the praise she had earned.
"Your tongue... is ridiculously soft. I've never felt anything like that. If you just raise the finish on the techniques, you'll be perfect."
I was in such a good mood I didn't hold the compliments back.
Lee Yuna wore a victor's smile at the feedback, while over on one side of the classroom Chaerin bit her lip with a look of pure disbelief.
Then it was Lee Nari's turn.
An ordinarily pretty long-haired beauty. But I clearly remembered the special note from her physical exam. A tongue long enough to reach her chin. During the cherry-stem-tying drill earlier, Nari had succeeded in just five seconds and stunned everyone.
With a slight lift at the corner of her mouth, Nari quietly knelt in front of me and carefully took my cock into her mouth.
"...Whoa."
This was another kind of pleasure entirely. If Lee Yuna's tongue had been the extreme of texture, Lee Nari's was the extreme of surface area.
The moment the glans entered her mouth, that long, soft tongue wrapped the entire head without a single gap.
The uncanny sensation of a tongue that could circle the glans and still have length to spare. It was pure tongue-fellatio. It felt as if a small, pliant snake were coiling around the head.
When she saw how satisfied I was, Nari answered with a charming eye-smile and kept going. She demonstrated all five techniques cleanly. But she didn't stop there.
"Teacher, may I show one technique of my own?"
Seol noona nodded with clear interest, and Lee Nari took my cock deep again.
And then... a technique I was tasting for the first time began.
Nari kept the entire glans wrapped in her long tongue and slowly started regulating the moisture inside her mouth. What had first been a slick, hot tongue surface gradually dried out, shifting into a slightly rough texture. Waves of dazzling stimulation-wet and dry, soft and coarse-crashed over the glans without pause.
"Kh...!"
The urge to come that I had somehow held back until now hit its limit. The instant I gripped the chair, Nari's fellatio evolved another step.
"Chuk, chuk, churrr, churrr, churrr...!"
Her tongue, now dry, moved at a terrifying speed, scrubbing across the hypersensitive glans. In particular she raked the urethral opening at the tip with that faintly coarse surface.
Every scrap of focus in my body funneled into the glans, and a thrilling jolt of pleasure raced down my spine. The stimulation that had been building since morning, the reverence of twenty girls, and this absurd streak of continuous glans fellatio-everything stacked and stacked until it finally broke through the limit.
"I'm coming...!"
I cried out shortly and, at last, came inside Nari's mouth.
Byurrrrrrt!
Hot semen poured into her mouth. Every girl in the classroom held her breath and watched. Their eyes were full of shock and unbearable envy.
Nari swallowed every last drop of my come, then looked up at me with a satisfied smile.
"How was it?"
Completely surrendered to the chair, I didn't even register that she had used formal speech; I only nodded in acknowledgment. The victory was hers.
Even after I came, the lesson continued. The atmosphere in the classroom, however, had transformed completely.
The college girls serviced my cock with gazes far more desperate and feverish than before.
Someone recited this world's common sense-that a man who had ejaculated once needed to rest-but I refused.
My vigorous cock was still capable of coming any number of times.
Before long the lunch bell rang, yet we had not even finished half the practical training.
"What do we do... it's lunchtime..."
A girl who still had not gotten her turn at fellatio practice spoke with open regret, and the rest of the women began to stir restlessly.
They looked ready to skip a meal entirely rather than let this golden opportunity slip away.
It made perfect sense. For them, the chance to see a living man's cock with their own eyes, to touch it, even to take it into their mouths, was a first in their entire lives.
Even the girls who had already finished their practice refused to leave, wanting just a little longer to stare at it.
Basking in their heated stares, I spoke.
"It's fine. We can eat a little late. Keep going."
At my permission nearly everyone burst into cheers.
Our secret practical lesson was still underway when female students from other classes, passing down the corridor, happened to glance through our doorway and freeze at the sight.
One man sat exposed on the platform, cock out, while a throng of college girls waited their turn to suck him-an utterly shocking tableau.
The rumor exploded outward. Within minutes the windows of our classroom were packed solid with girls from other classes. Seniors and even a few teachers dotted the crowd.
They watched the scene inside with bated breath, eyes thick with envy and jealousy.
Feeling every one of those stares glued to the glass, I stroked the hair of the girl currently working my cock-her name already forgotten.
Embarrassment at being so publicly displayed mixed with a surging confidence that filled my entire body.
Only after every last girl had finished her practice, long past the end of lunch period, did we finally manage to reach the cafeteria.
Naturally Chaerin and Subin flanked me on either side, while Yeji claimed the seat directly across.
Around us settled Lee Yuna-the gyaru who had performed especially exquisite glans fellatio earlier-and Lee Nari, first place in the blowjob rankings.
While the other students ate ordinary cafeteria fare, I sliced into the special meal of grilled eel and steak.
My gaze happened to fall on the pink sausage Subin was eating. Even with expensive steak on my plate I suddenly, inexplicably, wanted a bite of that pink sausage.
"Sihyuk, open up-ahh."
Catching where my eyes had gone, Subin speared the sausage with her fork and held it to my lips.
Pure goodwill shone on her face.
"Thanks. Just one bite, then."
"Don't you want some pork cutlet too?"
The moment I accepted the pink sausage, Chaerin thrust a piece of her own pork cutlet toward me from the opposite side.
Subin's brow twitched at Chaerin's competitive move. I took the twin food assaults from both flanks and laughed quietly under my breath.
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"Ease the tip of your tongue a little more. The teasing sensation is still lacking."
"Yes. That look right there. Like you're about to devour the man whole."
My precise, filthy feedback produced the surreal spectacle of girls sticking their tongues out into empty air, diligently practicing.
I smiled with pure satisfaction at the ridiculous yet lewd scene.
The rest of the lunch period they stayed behind, obsessively drilling tongue exercises. The classroom
filled with cherry-stem practice tools and tongue-training gadgets.
When afternoon classes finally started the girls all left for their major lectures.
I decided to take a solitary stroll across the academy campus.
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From somewhere nearby came a woman's faint, breathy moan.
The moment that lewd little sound slipped into my ear, the headache vanished as if it had never existed.
In the space where the pain had been, a hot rush of excitement flooded in. I didn't even have time to wonder why the headache had disappeared. Like a beast in heat I followed pure instinct and started walking toward the source of the sound.
It came from a narrow, deserted pocket of space behind the gymnasium, hidden between an old storage shed and the wall-somewhere no one would ever find unless they deliberately came looking.
I approached quietly and rounded the corner. The sight that met my eyes was unbelievable.
Baek Hayeon.
Skin as white as snow, silvery-white hair that swayed with every movement an appearance so unreal she barely seemed to belong in this world. And the one girl who, during this morning's class, had been the only one to refuse the practical exercise of fondling with my cock; the female student who suffered from the delusion that she was a man.
A post I had once seen online floated up in my memory. There were more women than you might think who, like Baek Hayeon, insisted they were men and struggled with the corresponding mental illness. Most of them refused to learn fondling or sex techniques at the marriage academies, lived alone in quiet isolation, and eventually died of loneliness.
Anyway-Hayeon had yanked open the top that had been tightly binding her large breasts and was leaning back against the wall.
"Haa... hngh... hh...!"
Her loose pants and men's boxer briefs lay discarded on the ground. Both of her hands were covering the pussy between her legs.
She swallowed hard, stared down at her own sex, and brought a finger to her outer lips.
"Huuah..."
A pleased little sigh slipped from her mouth. Just as I had confirmed during the physical exam, her entire body was a mass of erogenous zones. The mere touch of a fingertip to her pussy made her breathe out hotly and release a thin trickle of love juice.
She toyed with her outer lips a few more times, then stopped, conflict written across her face. Apparently just lightly stroking the entrance wasn't giving her enough pleasure.
"J-just a light touch should be okay... right?"
With a tense expression she moved her trembling fingers, as carefully as if she were approaching some unknown creature for the first time, and guided them up to her clitoris. At last the tip of her finger made contact with that swollen little nub.
"Ugh...! H-hiiiiiit...!"
-Psssh! Psshtssht!
A huge moan tore out of her and her back arched so hard it left the wall. From between her legs came a wet spraying sound as clear liquid jetted out like a fountain. Hayeon clamped a hand over her mouth a second too late; the moan had already long since escaped.
The sight of a female classmate from my own class secretly masturbating made my lower belly swell like it was about to burst.
Along with the lust came a flicker of mockery. This pervert who jerks off during lectures has the nerve to reject me in practicals? Was sucking a man's cock that disgusting to her?
I sank into thought for a moment.
If someone was watching me right now, what kind of behavior should I be showing?
Would a man overflowing with sexual desire simply walk past a female in heat right in front of him and look normal doing it?
No. Absolutely not.
So what was I supposed to do now?
What else? Fuck her, of course.
Just from a little clit play, Baek Hayeon had already climaxed and was panting hard. The pale nape of her neck, her white hair, and the trembling of those slender shoulders stoked my lust until I had to move.
I snatched up the pants and boxer briefs she had left on the floor.
Only then did Hayeon sense someone nearby and whip around.
What filled her pupils was the sight of me holding her pants and underwear, grinning mischievously.
"What were you doing all alone in a place this secluded?"
In an instant Hayeon's face flushed as red as a perfectly ripe tomato. Even as she covered her pussy with both hands, she snapped back with a defiant edge, as if she refused to lose.
"W-what the hell! Give those back right now! You pervert!"
"Hmm? Doesn't masturbating in a spot like this make you the bigger pervert?"
I deliberately dangled the pants in front of her with an irritating smirk.
When she lunged to snatch them, I pretended to hand them over and casually tossed them toward her body.
In the split second her eyes locked onto the floating underwear, my hand shot out and gently cupped her breast.
Those massive tits were so soft my fingers sank right in-too big to fit in one palm. Up close the sheer size hit even harder, almost violently.
"Kyaa...!"
The sound that burst out was far too cute to be called a real scream. I laughed, thoroughly amused.
Even while laughing I never stopped kneading her chest. After dealing only with women who always submitted obediently, seeing someone push back this fiercely got me rock-hard in a flash.
"L-let go of this! I won't let you get away with it!"
Hayeon thrashed, but the resistance felt more desperately cute than threatening.
I ignored it completely and used my free hand to brush her earlobe in a soft, teasing stroke.
"Heuk...! W-what are you...!"
Despite the words of rejection, her aroused body gave a sharp tremble and sent hot love juices trickling down between her thighs. All from a little breast play.
To make her realize the evidence herself, I swept the back of my hand up her wet thigh.
"Hit...!"
The fact that her body had reacted on its own made Hayeon's face burn even redder.
She glared at me as if furious, yet her eyes swirled with a mix of shame and pleasure.
She put strength into her arms trying to shake off the hand fondling her chest, but an ordinary girl like Hayeon could never overpower a man's strength.
Her body was so sensitive that just kneading her breasts made her legs give out; she swayed unsteadily.
"You're a guy, aren't you? Then why are you feeling it this much?"
I prodded right at the part where she went around claiming she was a man.
At my words Hayeon's shoulders flinched and stiffened. She glared resentfully, but her eyes were already hazy and unfocused from pleasure.
"And no man has pretty breasts like these."
I deliberately rubbed her areola in slow circles with my index finger.
"U-stop...!"
Hayeon bit her lip trying to hold back the moans, but it was useless. Her body was already reacting with exquisite sensitivity to every single touch of mine.
I slid the hand that had been playing with her ear downward and gently stroked the slick inner thighs coated in her juices.
"Did you masturbate today? I heard girls get heat sickness and it starts hurting if they don't relieve themselves regularly. Don't tell me that's why you were handling it alone out here?"
"N-no! I'm a man so I don't have anyth-ah...!"
I rested a finger on the soft lower belly right above her pussy and rubbed in lazy circles.
It wasn't direct stimulation, yet Hayeon's body trembled little by little as if I were caressing right below.
Even more love juice spilled from between her legs-enough that we could have fucked right then.
"Is there a spot you'd like me to touch? Go on, say it. Think of it as one 'man' helping another 'man' out. I'll make a special exception and touch it for you."
My teasing words twisted Hayeon's face with pure shame. But the distance between us kept shrinking. I whispered right against her ear.
"Where? Your chest? Or... here?"
I slowly slid the hand that had been rubbing her lower belly even lower until my finger finally rested against the glistening entrance of her pussy.
"Hiik...!"
Hayeon's body jerked violently upward as she climaxed on the spot.
"Huaaaang...!"
With that short, intense cry, another fountain erupted from her pussy.
All strength left her body, she collapsed into my arms and gasped for breath. Her first line of defense had crumbled that easily.
"Coming already? We haven't even started yet."
"No more... I don't want it... I'll scream...!"
"Go ahead and scream."
What good would screaming do?
I had only helped a college girl who was already masturbating. And in this world, the idea of a man sexually assaulting a woman was nonsense to begin with.
As long as the woman wasn't married to another man, a little breast fondling wasn't even a crime.
More importantly, I had my own reasons for pushing this hard.
"Haak, not there, hueuuut...!"
I brushed her finely trembling clit once with a soft stroke of my index finger.
Even while saying she would scream if I didn't stop, Hayeon put up no real resistance. The strength had left her hands long ago.
And above all, her face was already the face of an aroused female in heat.
She was dripping wet and waiting for my fingers, yet still saying stop. Once her body heated up, all I could see was her craving even more pleasure.
Having already thrown open the door to ecstasy, Hayeon's body had become far more sensitive than before.
I didn't stop. I slowly parted her soaked pussy lips with my finger.
-Squish, squish.
Lewd wet sounds echoed.
The more my finger moved, the more thick, sticky love juice poured out.
I deliberately locked eyes with Hayeon and smiled.
"Join the practicals next time. It's a shame if you're the only one who doesn't. Right?"
"I won't...! And get your hand out of my pussy right now, u-huu, eungt...!"
"You really want me to pull out? But your body looks like it's begging for more."
I stopped pinning her with force. Instead I took a step back, casually opening a path as if inviting her to run.
Only my index finger remained inside her pussy, moving in the tiniest increments.
But that very leisure froze Hayeon in place. She seemed completely torn between the thought that she should flee and a woman's instinct craving more touches.
Her thoroughly aroused pussy clenched and released on its own. Of course, every squeeze sent intense waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Since she couldn't decide and just stood there trembling, I made the choice for her.
-Squish-squish-squish!
"Huaaaa, aaaang...! Stop...! Wait, I said wait...! At least go slower, uht!"
When I suddenly began thrusting into her pussy, Hayeon grabbed my hand. Naturally I didn't stop.
Pfft, pfft-unable to hold back, love juice burst out and soaked my fingers.
Looking down I could see her clit standing stiff and proud, her thighs gleaming with juices.
"You want me to stop? Really?"
I didn't touch that tiny clit directly.
Instead I stopped thrusting into her pussy and circled the soft flesh around it, deliberately teasing her.
When the pleasure cut off so abruptly, Hayeon's body twisted her hips as if she couldn't stand it. Without even realizing what she was doing, she leaned against me and panted lewdly.
"Haa, heut... really stop...."
Before she knew it her lower body had pushed slightly toward me, and naturally my finger brushed her pussy again.
"You know you're rubbing your pussy against my finger while telling me to stop, right?"
I grinned and pressed down on her clit with the tip of my index finger.
"What? W-wait a sec, huaaaaang...!"
A scream incomparable to anything before tore from her throat as her body shook wildly once more.
The pleasure was more than she could handle; a single tear slipped free as she sprayed a fresh fountain.
The wild water-gun blast hit the floor with a wet splat, leaving a dark stain.
All strength drained from her; she slumped completely against me, gasping for air.
"Are you really a guy? Where else would you find a woman this lewd and cock-hungry?"
"I'm... a man...! I said I'm a man! Hueuk!"
Her body kept trembling, which only made her pussy rub against my finger again. That wasn't bad either.
"That just now was a man's reaction?"
My fingertip brushed her clit once more. Then, as if flicking away dust, I playfully tapped it-tok, tok, tok. Without stopping there I gave her breast a light squeeze.
"Kk, haeut...!"
This time not even a proper moan came out-just a sweet, sticky, broken cry of pleasure.
Like she had been struck by electricity, she clutched my shoulder and shuddered violently. Hayeon didn't know what to do with the ecstasy flooding her entire body.
Maybe having someone else touch her clit for the first time made this the greatest pleasure she had ever felt in her life.
Watching her like that, I smiled in satisfaction and brought my hand to my own waist.
-Click.
The sound of a metal buckle coming undone. That noise snapped Hayeon out of the fog of pleasure in an instant.
"Hiik!"
Honestly, I had let my guard down a little.
I never expected the same Hayeon who had been leaning against me like a heat-drunk female could suddenly produce that kind of explosive strength.
After a short scream she spun around, snatched up the pants that had fallen to the ground, and staggered away without looking back, fleeing the spot with desperate urgency.
It looked less like a terror-stricken escape and more like someone flustered and mortified scrambling to get away from an unbearably embarrassing situation.
I watched Hayeon's frantically retreating back and let out a small laugh. She was so cute I didn't bother chasing her.
"Hey! At least put the pants on before you run!"
I had no intention of forcing myself into someone who said no. I had only planned to make her suck me off, but she must have mistaken it for rape.
"Hm?"
Instead I ended up with something interesting in my hands.
At my feet lay the small white cotton boxer briefs she had been too flustered to grab.
They still held her body heat, her scent, and every intense reaction from moments ago, perfectly preserved.
There were a few love-juice stains on the panties, but since they were boxers rather than triangle panties they didn't turn me on that much.
"Guess I'll have to return these."
I grinned and slipped the panties-still heavy with her scent-into my pocket.
I looked back and forth between the thoroughly soaked floor and my cock, still rock-hard and showing no signs of calming down.
To deal with this unmanageable lust, I started walking toward the infirmary.
-x-X-x-
My body was still burning after coming so close to sex with Hayeon. Even after stepping inside the building, that sticky heat clung to my skin.
The feel of Hayeon's breasts and pussy lingered vividly on my fingertips.
But that was nowhere near enough to quench my lust.
I needed to cum at least once.
So I planned to unload thoroughly with the health teacher.
I was debating whether to get a paizuri from those voluptuous breasts of hers or go straight to full sex when, at the far end of the hallway, a familiar silhouette came into view.
Perfect, unhurried steps. A woman whose tight suit left nothing of her fuckable figure to the imagination. My homeroom teacher-Iseol noona.
She was heading for the faculty office, a few folders tucked under her arm.
Click. Click. The crisp sound of her heels echoing down the corridor teased my cock in the most delicious way.
On the outside she was every inch the educator, but I already knew exactly how filthy the moans that poured out of her during sex could get.
In an instant my plan shifted. The health teacher would have to wait for next time.
I walked straight toward Iseol noona.
"Teacher!"
Remembering we were still inside the academy, I called out as politely as I could. She turned and smiled brightly the moment she saw me.
"Oh my, Sihyuk. What a coincidence. Were you out for a walk?"
Her voice sounded even softer and sweeter in the quiet hallway. But I had no room left in my head for any wholesome sentiment.
After that encounter with Hayeon my body was screaming for release-right now. And I wanted that release buried inside a pussy.
I took another step closer and whispered so no one else could hear.
"Teacher, please give me sexual relief."
At that blunt request Iseol noona's eyes went wide for a second. Then a smile slowly curved her lips.
Being asked for sexual relief by a man always made a woman feel good. That was just common sense in this world.
"Right now?"
"Yes. Right this second."
My firm tone painted a faint flush across her cheeks.
"Understood. Follow me."
She strode confidently toward the Sex Treatment Room.
Her gait was as elegant as always, yet somehow her hips seemed to sway a little wider than usual.
Was she unconsciously shaking her ass in anticipation of the service she was about to give? Or was she deliberately trying to seduce me?
Either way, those plump, juicy hips of hers would soon be in my hands.
We walked the rest of the hallway in silence and stopped in front of the door to the male Sex Treatment Room.
When noona opened it, a spacious room appeared-plush sofa, large bed, even a shower.
Before she could say a word I unbuckled my belt without a moment's hesitation.
At the sound her shoulders gave a little twitch. I shoved my pants and underwear down and freed the cock that was already raging hard.
The same cock that hadn't gotten its release with Hayeon earlier. A little precum still clung to it from when I'd been fingering a girl's pussy.
"Teacher."
I sat on the edge of the bed and called to her as she still stood by the door.
"Could you do what we learned today for me again?"
Iseol noona instantly understood. A playful smile bloomed across her face.
"Hehe. I can't very well refuse a student's request for review, now can I?"
Without the slightest hesitation she dropped to her knees at my feet. The tight skirt of her suit stretched taut, putting her full, round hips on shameless display.
Then she planted both palms on the floor and lowered her forehead all the way down into a perfect dogeza-the ultimate posture of submission.
"The homeroom teacher assigned to sexual relief today: Yoon Iseol."
Of all the dogeza poses I'd seen so far, this one pleased me the most. I nodded with a satisfied smile.
Noona carefully lifted her head. Eyes swirling with reverence and raw lust fixed on my cock. Slowly she brought her lips forward.
-Chup.
Soft lips lightly kissed the tip of my glans and pulled away. Of course that was only the beginning.
Her lips moved with exquisite precision, making a pilgrimage across every part of my cock.
The shaft, the ridged veins along the side, even my balls. Chup. Chup. Chup. The sight of her kissing me so reverently yet so obscenely made my cock swell to its absolute limit.
"I'll teach you how to properly caress the shaft next time we do sexual relief."
She grinned and opened her mouth.
"Instead, today I'll give you a handjob you haven't learned yet."
The low whisper that left her lips no longer belonged to a gentle teacher.
-x-X-x-
It was thick, sultry, and dripping with confidence. She held up the thermos sitting nearby.
"For temperature control the foundation of fellatio-amateurs need both hot and cold water. An expert only needs the hot."
Noona took a mouthful of the hot water from the thermos, swallowed it with a soft gulp, then brought her lips back to my cock.
"Oh...!"
This was on a completely different level from the fellatio ordinary college girls gave.
A cozy, gently warm softness enveloped my entire glans. It felt like dipping the head of my cock into perfectly heated water-strangely pleasant and snug.
Tension melted out of my body as if I were receiving a massage.
Every light stroke of her tongue across the glans sent just the right amount of warmth racing along my nerves and flooding through me.
Suddenly her tongue flattened and blanketed the whole head of my cock. While that broad tongue slowly rotated over my glans, her hand had already wrapped around the shaft and begun stroking at a steady rhythm.
-Slurp. Slurp.
The soft dance of her tongue and the smooth friction of her palm blended together before I even realized it.
The moment our eyes met, her tongue changed tactics. The tip crawled slowly along the ultra-sensitive ridge right beneath the glans.
She was gently licking the corona where head met shaft. While her tongue worked, her hand stopped stroking and simply gripped the base of my cock.
A sharp jolt of pleasure shot straight through me from top to bottom. Tickling with her tongue while squeezing the root... this was incredible.
Whether she remembered I'd said I preferred counterclockwise or not, she kept licking that ridge in a steady counterclockwise circle.
Not long after, the third technique arrived.
Noona lightly gripped my cock and began rubbing the glans against the roof of her mouth instead of her tongue.
Completely different from tongue-firm yet silky smooth.
Unbearable pleasure, like she was gently scraping that hypersensitive spot, rose from the root of my cock.
At the same time her fingers began softly rolling my balls.
Rough above, gentle below. I couldn't keep my mind straight.
Her control of pace was insane. While I was still lost in admiration, the inside of her mouth changed again.
The wet, sloppy cavity from a moment ago dried out in seconds after she took a few controlled breaths.
The slick sensation turned dry and rough; friction skyrocketed. I'd thought my glans had gone a little numb after being hard for so long-that was a mistake.
The sudden dryness was so intense it made my vision flash white.
Her hand transformed too. The gentle stroking had become a fierce, tight-fisted handjob, pumping hard and fast.
And then the final technique. The tip of her tongue sharpened into a point and began attacking my urethra directly.
-Tap. Tap. Taptaptap.
Short, rapid, merciless stimulation. This was cheating.
Violent pleasure like an electric shock surged up from deep inside me.
Noona wrapped her left hand around the upper half of my cock and her right around the lower, then shook even harder.
What was truly terrifying was that when I gritted my teeth and refused to cum, she simply started the entire cycle of techniques over from the beginning.
Sometimes she changed the order. Sometimes she intensified every sensation until it was even more overwhelming.
Her fellatio was so masterful I couldn't hold out any longer.
I managed to survive the second cycle, but anything beyond that was impossible.
"Hah... hah... I'm gonna cum."
At my words she sucked even more eagerly, as if she'd been waiting for exactly that. Her cheeks hollowed with powerful suction.
The feeling of my glans being pulled deep into her mouth hit at the same moment a scorching heat erupted from the depths of my balls.
My thighs locked up and I came hard.
-Burrrrrt! Burrrt! Burrrrrt!
A massive flood of thick white semen poured straight down her throat.
Even while I was ejaculating, noona didn't flinch once. She simply took everything. She never stopped the handjob and even gently massaged my balls the whole time.
After wringing out the very last drop she pulled my cock free and swallowed with a clear, wet gulp. Perfect finish.
Looking up at me with a seductive expression, she took my still-twitching cock back into her mouth.
"I'll clean you up."
Her tongue licked from the shaft all the way down to my balls, thoroughly wiping away every sticky trail of saliva and cum.
Somehow she left almost no spit behind.
Looking at my cock-cleaner now than when it had been coated in precum-l smiled in pure satisfaction.
"The cleanup's perfect too."
Slurp.
Seol noona's lips clung to the tip of my glans as if she meant to suck out every last drop, making soft wet sounds as she did. She held the twitching head of my cock in her mouth for a long while after I came, then finally pulled away with a reluctant little sigh.
"Haa..."
Gulp.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed every trace of me. Not a single smear lingered at the corners of her mouth-as if the blowjob had never even happened. A flawless, tidy service.
"Shall we start the real sexual relief now?"
She rose from her seat, the usual gentle, soft smile replaced by something sultry and leisurely.
"Sexual relief... sex."
Her hands went to the buttons of her formal jacket. In the quiet room the soft click of each button coming undone rang out clearly.
The jacket slid from her shoulders. Beneath it a white blouse clung to the curves of her body. Without taking her eyes off me she began undoing the blouse buttons one by one from the top.
The first button freed the smooth line of her collarbones. The second revealed the upper edge of a plain gray bra and the dizzying valley of her cleavage.
With every layer that fell away, the composed teacher's mask crumbled. What lay beneath felt like the true face of a wanton female animal.
She tossed the blouse aside completely and reached for the zipper of her tight pencil skirt. As the zipper parted the skirt peeled away from her underwear, revealing the matching gray panties that had been hidden underneath.
"Whoa..."
The admiring sound slipped out of me unbidden. Plain, ordinary gray lingerie-yet somehow it carried a mature allure utterly different from a college girl's. That only made her body radiate an even more unbearable eroticism. The center of her panties was already dark and soaked through.
She must have been just as worked up as I was during the blowjob.
"I can't make a man wear himself out rocking his hips."
Still in nothing but her underwear, Seol noona came toward me. She spread her legs on either side of my thighs and settled herself above my cock.
"I'll take care of everything."
She rested her hands on my shoulders and slowly lowered her hips. Afraid she might still try some secret male-teasing technique, I lightly caught her waist. Right now I needed sex more than foreplay.
"Let's skip the preliminaries. I want to fuck you right this second."
At my words she smiled as if delighted and nodded.
"Okay. Whatever you want."
At last that hot, dripping heat began to swallow my cock.
Schlick!
"Huu..."
A thrilling sensation wrapped my entire body, as if I had been walking through a desert for days and finally drunk from an oasis. The moment the tip of my glans touched her wet entrance my mind went hazy.
The raw feel of her pussy. Seol noona's inner walls were tight, yet at the same time incredibly soft. Because she was already drenched there was almost no dryness or friction. Slippery love juice coated her flesh as it twitched and pulled me in like a welcome.
"Hnn...!"
A short moan burst from her lips. At the same instant her pussy clenched hard around my cock. Every time the head forced its way deeper, soft folds coiled around me as if determined never to let go.
"Your pussy's fucking tight, noona..."
Seol noona's cunt was even better than I had imagined. I had to admit I had gotten a little complacent after fucking her once already. Last time I had finished so fast I had underestimated her, but taking it slow like this-her pussy was no joke.
"Hnn, hah... it isn't even all the way in yet, ahh, nn, why are you acting like that...?"
Even as she said it her voice was already soaked with pleasure. Finally my cock seated itself to the root inside her. Hot, soft, narrow, ridged, and wet-her flesh wrapped every inch of me without a single gap.
"Haa... how does my pussy feel...?"
"Fucking amazing..."
Seol noona took me to the hilt and let out a satisfied sigh. Then she began moving her hips in earnest. She was putting into practice a sex position I still hadn't learned at the academy.
At first she stayed in the cowgirl posture and rolled her pelvis in slow, circular motions, gently stimulating every part of her walls. The way her clit ground against the base of my cock was dizzying. On top of that, every single fold inside her pussy dragged along my length-it felt incredible.
"Haa, haa... Sihyuk, it's amazing... that feeling of being completely filled up, nngh!"
Even while panting she never stopped working her hips. Sitting on top of me and rolling her pelvis in circles naturally drew my gaze to her full breasts, so I reached up and squeezed them. Those soft tits squashed against my palms and bounced. The pliant, hot sensation set my excitement blazing. I clamped both hands around her waist and pulled her even tighter against my lower belly.
"Noona, you really... have a divine pussy."
"Hehe, thanks for the compliment. Want me to squeeze tighter?"
She answered lightly, yet the steadily quickening pace of her hips showed she was nearing her limit. Before long the circular grinding turned into a vertical, slamming piston.
Slap, slap, slap.
Once she started bouncing, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead and moans she could no longer hold back spilled from her lips one after another.
"Hyaang! Ah, nn! Sihyuk, I-I'm gonna come...!"
"Already?"
"Your cock is... too big... nngh!"
Barely two minutes had passed, but I didn't show any disappointment. Given how much more sensitive the women of this world were, even with her skill it seemed inevitable she would climax easily.
Her pussy convulsed violently and milked my cock. I marveled at the intense pleasure; if I hadn't just come earlier I might have finished right then.
"Hyaaaaang!"
In the end Seol noona collapsed onto me with a short scream. Her body trembled finely and her cunt twitched as if trying to wring out every last drop of sensation.
After barely any hip-rolling at all, Seol noona had come first. She lifted her head while gasping for breath. Pleasure and apology were tangled together on her face.
"Sorry... the theory is perfect but this is my first time putting it into practice with you... your cock is just so big... I came right away."
She apologized almost tearfully, as if she truly meant it. The sight was cute, and at the same time a fierce sense of conquest surged through me. She was short on experience and my cock was simply too large-what could she do about it? Even this lewd teacher was nothing more than a helpless female in front of my dick.
I grinned and gripped her waist hard.
"I'll make you come."
The instant the words left my mouth my hips snapped upward.
Thwack!
The cock that had been passively receiving her movements until now went wild like an unbroken stallion and stabbed into her deepest place.
"Hyaat?! W-wait..."
A scream-like cry burst from Seol noona's lips. Her body, used to the cowgirl rhythm, was helplessly shaken by the unexpected deep, powerful thrusts rising from below. My glans parted her soft walls without hesitation and knocked against the entrance to her womb. I didn't stop; I drove up again.
"Aaaahnn...!"
A far more urgent, desperate cry tore from her than before.
"How is it, noona? Getting fucked from below feels pretty good too, right?"
I grinned and pulled my hips down only to slam them up hard once more.
"Ah! Nn! Wait, Sihyuk, it's too-too deep...!"
Her pretty face twisted with pleasure and panic. She clutched my shoulders trying to keep her balance, but the relentless cock spearing up from below only made her upper body bounce violently. Using my strong lower body I kept driving my hips upward without pause.
"Don't like it? Should I stop?"
"No! No, that's not it...! Hnngh!"
Her pussy was honest. Every time I thrust up, her walls writhed as if they had been waiting and stretched tight around my cock. They squeezed wantonly, as if begging me not to leave, as if begging me to go even deeper.
Collapsed against my chest she shook her head from side to side. Was she asking me to slow down? I had no intention of granting the request. Instead I gripped her waist even harder so she couldn't escape my movements.
"You came first, noona. This is your punishment."
Or was it a reward? I couldn't remember.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...! Nn! I'm-I'm gonna come...! Again...!"
The moment my cock knocked against her cervix again, Seol noona hit her second climax. Her body went rigid for an instant, then began thrashing as if she had been electrocuted. A body that had already come once could not withstand the sudden surprise assault; it crumbled helplessly.
"Too fast, hiiik, hiiiit...!"
Her pleas dissolved into pleasure-soaked moans and never formed proper sentences. Every scrap of academy theory seemed forgotten; her body was pouring out nothing but pure instinctive reactions.
I gathered up Iseol noona's limp, exhausted body and gently lifted her into my arms.
The soft form that had been panting so hard against my chest only moments before had no strength left in it at all.
I laid her carefully back onto the bed just like that.
"Ah... wha-?"
"Noona, you can go one more round, right?"
"W-wait, I just came a second ago..."
Her voice was a dazed mix of panic and the lingering aftershocks of pleasure.
Instead of answering, I simply locked both hands firmly around her sweat-slicked, narrow waist.
This time it was missionary-the classic position with her legs spread wide for me.
I still hadn't had that much sex, so this was the angle that felt most natural.
I settled between her thighs. At last my still rock-hard cock lined up once more against her pussy.
The same hole that had just swallowed my load was still radiating heat.
Her soft folds were already twitching obscenely, as if begging for my cock all over again.
The entrance right in the center glistened lewdly, coated in a shiny mix of her juices and my cum.
I deliberately didn't push in right away. Instead I gently rubbed the head of my cock up and down her soaked opening.
"Ah!"
Her whole body jerked.
She twisted her hips on instinct, trying to squirm away from the teasing, but I kept a firm grip on her pelvis.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I whispered against her ear while pressing the head against her clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.
The moment that tiny, hypersensitive nub met the hard ridge of my cockhead, a helpless moan tore out of her.
"Ah, ahh...! There there feels weird...!"
Watching every little reaction, hunting down her most sensitive spots and toying with them until they were mine-that thrill was brand new, and no one had even taught me.
I was discovering a whole new kind of fun all on my own.
Schlick.
"Haah..."
The second the head kissed her entrance, she held her breath. I swallowed hard myself, just as worked up.
Only after I'd teased her thoroughly did I begin to sink my cock in-slow, inch by careful inch.
Holding her waist, I pushed my hips forward with deliberate patience.
She was soaked, yet still deliciously tight.
Thanks to all that slippery wetness the pressure was perfect; I sucked in a sharp breath without meaning to.
Still, after the cowgirl round earlier, her pussy seemed to be adapting little by little to my size.
"Nngh...!"
The moment the head fully disappeared inside her, another moan burst from Iseol noona's lips. My cock was already big, and her hole was so sensitive she felt every millimeter that much more intensely.
Every time I drove deeper, her pussy writhed around me like a living thing welcoming me home.
Every soft fold of her inner walls dragged along my shaft as if trying to memorize its exact shape.
"Hahh... it's going in... your cock... it's all going in..."
She was practically sobbing the words between gasps.
She was completely lost in the sensation of her body being filled by me.
When I tried to pull back a little, her snug pussy lips clung to my cock and followed it out a short way.
Those narrow, burning walls refused to let go of the head, gripping it tight as if they never wanted to release me.
"You okay? Doesn't hurt, right?"
I brushed her sweat-damp hair back from her face and asked gently. She answered in a shy little voice.
"...Mm."
She nodded, and her pussy made no move to reject me.
If anything, the soft flesh deeper inside pulsed and nipped at my cockhead, begging to take even more.
That tiny movement made me want to start slamming my hips, but I held back and savored the pussy
whose virginity I had taken not long ago.
"Sorry... I wanted to ride you all the way properly, but... I'm still not used to your size..."
She panted the apology, looking genuinely guilty. Apparently her pride as an academy graduate and homeroom teacher had taken a hit.
I chuckled softly and pressed a light kiss to her cheek.
"It's fine. Cowgirl was your first time, right? Just stay still and I'll take care of everything."
Back on the Earth I remembered, most women preferred the man to take the lead-whether it was dating or sex.
I doubted the women here felt any different.
At my words her expression eased a little. I pushed the rest of my thick shaft home.
Schlick.
"Hyaah...!"
At last my cock was seated deep inside her again.
I was too big to bury myself to the root, but her pussy was still packed full of me.
A sweet rush rolled from the head all the way through my body.
I began to move my hips in slow, steady strokes.
My thrusting was still a bit clumsy, but I tried to rock the way I had last time.
I couldn't quite lock into a perfect rhythm yet, and that was a shame, but the pleasure was already overwhelming.
And the woman lying under me was feeling something far stronger than I was.
"Haah, nngh, ah...!"
I had no idea exactly what it felt like for a woman to be speared by a thick cock, but Iseol noona's face was already a wreck of pure ecstasy.
Schlick, schlick!
Every time I rolled my hips, her massive tits bounced up and down in the most mouth-watering way.
Those pale, sweat-glossed mounds of flesh rippling with every thrust were the hottest visual I could imagine.
The sight made my cock swell even harder, and I put more force into my hips without thinking.
Wet, filthy sounds- plap, plap, schlick-filled the room.
I gradually picked up speed. Her moans grew louder and more lewd to match.
We hadn't even been going a few minutes before I felt the urge to cum rising hard and fast.
At this rate I wouldn't last another minute. The need to empty myself inside her got stronger by the second.
I was still trying to figure out how to hold on when it happened.
The moment I thrust deep, her hips-which until then had been completely passive-lifted slightly and began to meet my movements.
She was matching my rhythm, breathing with me. Her pelvis rolled gently up and down in time with my pistoning.
And she started squeezing her pussy around me in deliberate pulses-tight, then loose, then tight again.
It had to be one of the techniques she had practiced countless times at the academy: the skills a female graduate learned purely to please a man.
Even without me holding her waist and leading, she was ready to take whatever I gave her.
Holy shit...
Once our breathing synced, what had been one-sided pleasure-seeking turned into something we were doing together.
It felt like she already knew exactly what I wanted, and I already knew exactly what she wanted-like we were teasing each other's most sensitive spots at the same time.
So this was the real skill of an academy graduate.
The pure joy of fucking together shot up my spine like electricity.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
Our bodies found the perfect tempo; the wet slap of skin and the sticky friction of cock in pussy grew louder and louder.
"Hahh, ah, ah! I don't know this is too deep...! Aahh!"
The amount of juice pouring out of her only increased.
Any remaining tightness was almost gone now.
Every time my cock scraped along her walls, thick strands of her nectar splattered outward with wet smacks.
"H-haah, haaaang!"
She arched her hips high and let out a sharp cry. At the same instant her pussy convulsed and clamped down hard around me.
"Ugh!"
I sucked in a breath at the sudden crushing pressure.
The pleasure hit so hard that she came first even though I hadn't moved at all.
She was trembling from head to toe from the orgasm my cock had given her. The sight was so filthy I couldn't hold back another second.
"I'm cumming...!"
A sharp, explosive rush of pleasure shot up from my thighs and along my spine.
I gripped her waist and began pumping thick, hot ropes of cum straight into the deepest part of her pussy.
Brrrrrt! Brrrt, brrrt!
Even while I was shooting I never stopped moving my hips. I couldn't stop.
Every time her convulsing walls ground against my hypersensitive head, my brain felt like it was melting.
Mind-breaking pleasure. The feeling of grinding my cockhead while I came was better than anything else I had ever felt in my life.
My entire skull was filled with nothing but the sensation of rubbing my cock inside her.
"Wait-Sihyuk, if you keep moving while you cum...! You can't-ahhhn!"
She wailed almost like she was crying, spraying more of her own climax juices around my shaft.
I ignored her pleas completely. The pleasure had amplified beyond anything I could have imagined. It was like a drug.
I simply could not stop rocking my hips.
Even when she was left gasping and speechless, fists twisted tight in the sheets, I paid it no mind.
I just kept slamming into her, determined to wring out every last drop.
Even after I finished cumming I stayed buried inside her for a long time, leaving my hot mark deep in her body.
I don't know how much time passed before I finally let out a satisfied sigh and straightened up.
Iseol noona was still struggling to catch her breath, staring up at the ceiling with hazy, unfocused eyes.
I buried my face between her pale, soft breasts and began sucking a bold, deliberate hickey into her skin for everyone to see.
Mwah.
It was my first time leaving a mark, and I was a little surprised it didn't show up right away.
So I sucked even harder.
Smack!
A cute little wet sound, and her soft flesh was pulled into my mouth. At last a satisfying red mark bloomed on her skin.