101 – Submission

Used condoms were scattered haphazardly. Ha-yoon, sprawled on the bed, trembled occasionally, panting, “Huff, huff.”

Before the bell rang to signal the start of the afternoon’s work, it was impossible to count how many times she had been penetrated. Only the number of heavy condoms scattered around the room, on the bed, everywhere, gave a clue as to how much fucking had taken place.

“Tsk, already passed out?”

Teacher Gan clicked his tongue, reproaching Ha-yoon. But even his voice was laced with fatigue.

He had already ejaculated more than six times in just over an hour. It was only natural, as he had been pounding into Ha-yoon with all his might, as if determined to break her.

But this was necessary. It was to subdue Ha-yoon. Teacher Gan ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair and stood up. Then, he brought the things he had prepared beforehand to the bed, one by one.

The items he brought were: a mask with a gaping hole covering the nose and mouth, rope, and a box larger than Ha-yoon’s head. Finally, a breathing tube that fit perfectly into the hole in the mask. Teacher Gan, having brought the prepared items, used them one by one.

He placed the mask on Ha-yoon, who was blankly exhausted, inserted her head into the hole in the prepared box, and then tightened the drawstring at the opening to the maximum, sealing it tightly.

Ha-yoon gasped and struggled, making choking sounds, but a punch to the stomach quickly silenced her. Her body, now docile, was carefully tied to the bed with the prepared rope, making her one with it, and no further resistance was seen.

But just in case, should he tie her neck as well? He passed one bed leg over her and tied it to the other bed leg. Naturally, Ha-yoon’s neck was caught in between, and she desperately gasped for breath.

Opening the lid of the box, as expected, her eyes, which had been vaguely open, darted back and forth anxiously, showing agitation. And as soon as she saw Teacher Gan, she blinked repeatedly, as if wanting to say something, even shedding tears.

Perhaps she wanted him to release her because she was having trouble breathing. Teacher Gan thought as he shoved the breathing tube (a long cylinder) that fit perfectly into the hole in the mask. Now, even her breathing was barely audible.

Teacher Gan checked one last time to make sure the inside of the box was well-sealed. He had to be careful, because if there were any leaks, the infirmary would be filled with the smell of semen. Only after determining that there were no leaks did he gather all the condoms scattered around.

Then, after untying the ends, he poured them one by one into the box. The semen, moving and wriggling, slowly began to fill the box.

But even after using them all, it didn’t even fill half, only slightly submerging her hair.

Watching this, Teacher Gan clicked his tongue softly. He had expected it to fill at least half. But he hadn’t expected it to fill completely in the first place. He put a new condom on his dick and thrust it into her pussy, which was reddish from overuse.

Whoosh—a buzzing sound flowed from the breathing tube. Teacher Gan ignored the sound and moved his hips. At the same time, he manipulated his phone with his remaining hand and sent a message to someone. Without even checking for a reply, he threw it away carelessly and repeated the piston-like movements for ejaculation.

Someone came to the infirmary after he had ejaculated twice. As he was pouring the semen trapped in the condom into the box, the door creaked open and a large man entered.

“I never thought the day would come when Teacher Gan would ask me for help.”

Teacher Park, who had just been exercising, entered, exuding a hot, sweaty smell, and said with a broad smile. Seeing his face, which was full of teasing, Teacher Gan frowned and punched Ha-yoon, who was trembling, for no reason.

“…Didn’t you say it was educational cooperation, not help?”

“It’s the same thing. But this is quite a maniacal sight.”

Teacher Park clicked his tongue and looked at Teacher Gan and Ha-yoon, who was trembling from his punch.

“Are you planning to pickle Ha-yoon’s head? Who are you going to feed it to?”

“Stop talking nonsense and come and fuck. Here’s a condom.”

“How prickly.”

Grumbling, Teacher Park took the condom from Teacher Gan and quickly undressed, trying to put the condom on his stiff dick.

“Huh? This is a little small, isn’t it?”

It didn’t not fit completely. But it was a little short, and it felt tight.

As Teacher Park couldn’t hide his puzzled expression, Teacher Gan secretly clicked his tongue and said,

“It won’t tear even if it’s a little small, so hurry up and do it.”

“Alright, alright. No need to rush… Ooh.”

As his dick was inserted into the pussy that had just been used, a squirt of vaginal fluid splattered.

As if she had reached her climax, her body trembled, and her inner flesh gripped his dick tightly, making him feel like he would cum soon if he let his guard down.

Teacher Park exhaled briefly and repeated the piston-like movements. The sound of flesh colliding echoed loudly, along with the sound of “Hiss, hiss.”

‘Too bad. Seeing her face melt away as she’s being fucked was part of the fun.’

Perhaps because he was worried about the smell escaping, the lid of the box was tightly sealed, with only the breathing tube peeking out.

But since he was conducting education, not just doing his duty, should he add a little personal touch? With that thought, he pressed his hips completely against her and ejaculated.

Bururuk—the condom swelled as he shot his load. After completely ejaculating and removing it from her pussy, it was even larger than when Teacher Gan had used it and taken it out.

Teacher Gan’s face contorted once again when he noticed this, but Teacher Park rubbed his dick over her pussy, which was squirting vaginal fluid, as if regretting not doing it raw, then put on a new condom and repeated the piston-like movements.

‘It feels like using a giant onahole.’

He had always used her that way, but it felt even more so now that she was tied up and unable to move, with her face covered, and he was fucking her as he pleased.

If she didn’t react, it would be no different from an onahole.

While Teacher Park was thinking this, Ha-yoon, who was barely conscious inside the box, couldn’t fully regain her senses.

The sensation of the dick constantly penetrating her pussy, as well as the foul smell of semen emanating from the tightly sealed space, completely dominated her mind.

‘Save me…’

It would have been a little better if she could breathe properly.

But the sensation of the cloth and rope choking her neck, the cloth covering her nose, and the breathing tube connected to the mask forcing her mouth open…

These elements, which allowed her to breathe just enough to stay alive, made her vision flicker as if she were about to lose consciousness at any moment.

Moreover, the presence of the dick constantly thrusting into her pussy was further accelerating it. Ha-yoon struggled with the pleasure rising from her pussy, along with the foul smell of semen that permeated even through the thick cloth.

‘…Ugh?!’

Then, she felt a sensation of suffocation. She couldn’t exhale or inhale. It wasn’t difficult to realize that someone was blocking the opposite end of the breathing tube. And it was also clear that it was Teacher Gan. After all, there was no one else outside.

‘I’m dying, I’m dying…!’

Ha-yoon quickly fell into a panic. Even after several seconds, which felt like eons, the hole in the breathing tube didn’t open. In the end, all Ha-yoon could do was breathe through her nose, which wasn’t completely blocked.

Of course, the cloth of the mask covering her nose was so thick that even when she tried to inhale as deeply as possible, it clung to her nose, allowing only a small amount of oxygen. In contrast to how difficult it was to breathe, the smell penetrated her nostrils as if it hadn’t been filtered at all.

‘Haa…’

She had only taken one deep breath, but it felt like her mind was completely tainted by semen. The semen trapped in the sealed space seemed to be aging, and the smell became even fouler.

But it wasn’t always foul. As she repeated her breaths to survive, the foul smell gradually changed to something sweet.

It wasn’t like the scent of sweet foods like chocolate or cake. It was a smell that made her body heat up and crave something… It was like the sensation of taking drugs.

‘Hng, haa…’

Her breathing became increasingly rough. She was being fucked, but that wasn’t the only reason anymore.

Ha-yoon unconsciously wriggled her hips, responding to the dick penetrating her pussy. The range of movement was limited because she was tightly bound, but it was easy to tell that she was being coquettish and craving semen.

She felt a hand gripping her waist tightly. From the calloused roughness, Ha-yoon instinctively realized that the person violating her was not Teacher Gan.

‘This is, definitely-‘

She couldn’t continue her thoughts. It was because the dick, thrusting in as if to break her, pressed down hard on the deepest part. Ha-yoon felt her lower abdomen become wet with the hot liquid that leaked out.

And then there was no movement for a while. She wondered if he was tired, but soon realized that the restraints binding her legs were being released. Soon, her legs were pushed right next to her head, and her hips were lifted. She also knew that this was a position that someone always used when playing with her.

‘The mating press. Isn’t that a ridiculous name no matter how many times you hear it?’

Teacher Park’s laughter-filled voice echoed from beyond her memory. Before she could even recall it, the dick, which had been pulled out leaving only the glans, fell with all its weight.

‘――――――’

If she didn’t have the mask on, she thought she would be showing an unsightly expression with her mouth wide open. But that was soon swept away by the onrushing pleasure.

The piston-like movements continued one after another, like a battering ram breaking down a door. The shock and pleasure that resonated throughout her body shook Ha-yoon’s mind. It wasn’t long before the smell of semen penetrating her nostrils and the sensation of the dick pounding as if to break her uterus were imprinted on her mind.

Bururuk—feeling the sensation of volume increasing inside her pussy, Ha-yoon rolled back her eyes and fainted.