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“Ahi…! Ahhh…!”

The woman opened her eyes and trembled slightly. Then, he withdrew his tongue and lips and raised his upper body again.

“Hey, kid. Build it again.”

Even then, he gives orders as if he is still not satisfied.

But my dick isn’t a machine, so there’s no way it could be made to jerk again with just one command.

“If it gets mushy after you wrap it once… there’s nothing you can do about it. Eight, eight.”

“Ugh…?”

So the woman started squeezing her pussy.

Rather than simply applying strong pressure and squeezing, it stimulates my sensitive dick even after ejaculation through appropriate control of the intensity and the wrinkles in the vaginal wall that squirm every time it is tightened and released.

“Ugh…, Ah…, Ugh…!”

And this time, he hugs me tightly and forces my face to be buried in his chest. The texture and shape were clearly conveyed even through the clothes. It was big and elastic. And it was a little difficult to breathe.

The oxygen supply decreases, and a tingling sensation that seems to be several times stronger than before travels up the spine. I feel hazy, as if my mind is foggy. My senses are floating as if I am dreaming.

Pleasure overshadows thinking, making it impossible to think properly.

“Ugh…, Ugh…, Hmm…”

Without realizing it, I lean closer and rely on the woman’s soft, warm chest. The hand goes to the woman’s back and grasps the hem of her dress.

“Huh…! Ah…!”

As a result, I had a dry orgasm without even having an erection.

“Oh, what is it.”

As I shivered from my dry orgasm, she let me go. Then, with a embarrassed expression on his face, he lightly scratched the back of his head.

“Failed to control strength. Sheesh, I can’t help it.”

After saying that, the woman moved her left hand back and lightly cupped my balls. Afterwards, he stroked it a few times and then moved further down along the perineum.

The long, thin middle finger touches the anus. The middle finger, which had been rubbing a few times to relieve tension, suddenly plunges in and presses on the prostate.

“Oh…?!”

My hazy eyes suddenly open. The cock, which had already ejaculated twice and was limp due to elasticity, stands upright against his will.

The woman huffed in response to my response.

“They say all men have really weak hips.”

A voice that is somewhat playful.

The woman, who felt that the cock in her vagina had grown bigger again, seemed to be satisfied and started squeezing again, wiggling her waist and shaking it.

The woman ejaculated several more times, filled her uterus with semen, and then came off as if she was satisfied.

“Phew….”

She sighed as if she felt it was wise man time, got off my body and squatted on the bathroom floor.

“?”

As I was quietly watching to see what he was doing, the woman’s eyes were fixed on my cock, which was covered in love juice and semen and had lost its erection.

“Well, I’ll at least clean up after it.”

Clean up after that? What else are you going to do?

The woman closes her eyes and slightly protrudes her lips. The protruding lips touch the tip of the foreskin-covered glans, and the tongue skillfully penetrates between the foreskin and the glans.

Oh, fuck.

The tongue, which has penetrated quite deeply, simply peels off the skin by flicking it.

“Chuleup…, Tsu…, Chueup…, Ugh….”

When the skin comes off, the woman gives it a cleaning blow job without hesitation. In particular, I focused on licking the top of the glans and the pushed out foreskin.

Then move your lips down to the roots and sweep them all over.

The woman whose lips touched the roots seemed to be a little uncomfortable and wrinkled her nose. The glans presses on the uvula and penetrates the throat.

“Ugh…! Turn it off…! Wow…!”

Compared to pussy teasing, I guess throat teasing is a bit clumsy. Her throat accepts my cock to its fullest extent while she gurgles and gags weakly.

Every time I vomit, my dick gets pressured.

My cock swelled as I felt the final ejaculation.

Sensing this, the woman pulled the cock out of her throat and received the semen into her mouth.

When the woman spread thin semen on her tongue, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and showed it to me. Just like that, he rolls his tongue around, munches his mouth, savors the taste, and then swallows it.

“Fuhu…, Hey, do you want to cum again after cumming like that?”

That’s what he says, but he seems to like it as he licks the semen that slightly spilled from his lips and smiles.

My dick, which had received a cleaning blow job, was now clean.

After everything was truly over, the woman took out her cell phone, took a few pictures, and put back on the thong and denim hot pants she had taken off.

After putting her bottoms back on, she suddenly turned to face me and whispered threateningly.

“Hey, do you want to report it? But you also have to be prepared to deal with the aftermath. If you get stabbed by a robber, they will kill you first and you will be charged with murder, not rape.”

As if she thought words weren’t enough, she grabbed my neck.

Judging by the difference in power I felt while being fucked so damn hard, it seemed like the minimum horsepower rating would be around A. In fact, it wouldn’t be a problem to kill even a D-class person before the authorities arrive.

So I had no choice but to nod obediently to the threat.

“Tsk.”

As if she was feeling sorry for me now, the woman removed her hand from my neck, took out her wallet from her pocket, and gave me several 50,000 won bills.

“Buy something delicious with this.”

As soon as I took it, the woman left the bathroom.

I didn’t want anyone to see me either, so I quickly left the women’s bathroom.

The first thing I did after leaving the women’s bathroom was check the time. It was already long past school start time.

***

For a moment, I thought about just not going to school today, but I thought it was better than not going at all, so I arrived at school.

The school I go to is a leaf yarn specialty school. As the woman guessed, I was an aspiring professional hunter.

In general, there was a perception that low-level hunters earned a low salary, but that was not the case.

Due to the enormous task of managing the portal, the risk of death at any time, and the avoidance of the job, even a D-level hunter could be guaranteed an annual salary comparable to that of an employee at a large company.

In fact, it was only natural that the job of hunter, which at first glance seemed cool, flashy, and respected by the public, became an occupation to be avoided.

No matter how much the world presents them as heroes who devote themselves to humanity, their true nature is ultimately nothing more than soldiers.

Even in my past life, the military was a historically avoided occupation.

Therefore, many countries in conflict, including Korea, implemented a conscription system, and even the U.S. Army, which was said to be the best military, suffered from the problem of enlistment.

In today’s world, there is a perception that those who are well-off are treated much better and make money, but go into various occupations, including sports, which are even safe, and that hunters are only for low-ranking MCs or people with flaws.

If I had to guess… I’d say it’s closer to the former.

Therefore, the instructors at the Yarn Specialization School do not scold students severely for being late.

Even if it’s just one person, it’s a shame, so even if it sucks, you have to comfort them and take them to the end.

There was no one in the classroom. It must have all been for ‘practice’.

I walked across the empty classroom and sat down in my seat. I took out a comic book that I kept in my desk drawer and looked through it to pass the time.

How long has it been like that?

The sound of footsteps could be heard from a distance in the hallway.

If you see that the sounds don’t overlap, it’s one person.

While I was wondering if the instructor in charge had noticed that I had come to school and came to visit me, the closed back door creaked open.

Contrary to expectations, when I glanced back from reading a comic book, I saw a female student standing at the back door, not an instructor.

In fact, if you entered through the back door instead of the front door, there was a higher probability that you were a student rather than an instructor.

The newly appeared female student had black hair and light brown eyes. Her long hair was tied up, and her slightly thick eyebrows harmonized well with her sincere look.

Although we were in the same class, she was one of the few women I knew very well.

Jin Seo-yoon.

When I was young, we lived in the same neighborhood and were quite close to Seo-yoon’s sister until she moved away.

We lost contact for a while after we moved, but we met again when we both wanted to become professional hunters and went to the same school.

Her reason for applying would probably be closer to the latter.

You said you originally wanted to be a baseball player, but the baseball team manager, who was blind to performance, gave you a hard time and changed your career path after rehabilitation training.

Thanks to that, he repeated a lot of grades, so he’s older than me but still in the same grade.

In the first place, because of the nature of the leaf yarn specialty school being closer to a vocational school, the age groups are very different even in the same grade.

Seoyoon, who must have returned to the classroom immediately after finishing practice, opened her mouth with a semi-automatic shotgun slung over her shoulder.

“Huh? You came?”

She said happily when she saw me. I nodded roughly.

“What happened?”

“No. Not really.”

“Really? Don’t do that.”

When I said that, Seoyoon didn’t dig into it any further.

Instead, change the subject.

“Ah, that’s right. The instructor said that when you arrive, tell him to come to the teacher’s office.”

“Really?”

I nodded, closed the comic book, and got up.

As I walked toward the back door and passed Seoyoon, she opened her mouth again.

“You know.”

“Why.”

A moment of silence.

“Sister, if you need help, you can always tell me.”

After hearing those words, I chuckled and lightly tapped Seoyoon’s awkwardly hesitant arm with the blade of my fist.

“Thank you, sister”

Even words.

So I ended the conversation and headed to the teacher’s office.