episode_0321

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A pleasant sense of floating.

While savoring that sensation—the very first reason one drinks alcohol—I take Seo Woojin’s cock.

No, no.

My teacher’s cock.

I take in his cock, rock-hard to the point I can feel every vein…

Even though it’s not just my own slick filling me up like before,

but now thick, sticky cum—pleasantly messy—is packed inside me.

Like a greedy little thing.

But what can I do?

The problem is this hard cock of yours that’s turned me into this…

It’s not my fault I barely know how babies are made, right?

Well… if it’s a sin that I made your cock this hard…

Then I’ve got nothing to say.

…Ah,

should I apologize for being born as a girl who turns you on?

Pffft…

“You’ve already cum three times… hehe… and you’re still… perfectly fine?”

I lower my hips so my trembling, embarrassed thighs can press against your body.

Even though I came so hard earlier because of you, the aftershocks still linger.

Pretending like it’s nothing,

acting perfectly composed,

even feigning like I’m the one in control—

I curl one corner of my lips playfully, licking it with a reddened tongue.

Thrust.

…Maybe I misaligned it—tuk—it bounces off to the side.

Gripping the stiff base tightly in my hand again,

thrust.

“…Do you like it that much, Teacher?”

“What?”

“Pouring your baby batter so deep inside a high school girl’s belly… Do you really like it that much…?”

“…I don’t dislike it.”

“Wow… you total pervert… pfft…”

Since the tip’s in, now I brace my hands against the bedsheet by your ribs and lower my hips.

Of course, while whispering to you with a smile that hides my true feelings.

…Ahaha, to be honest, right now… it’s overwhelming.

Being on top is harder than I thought.

I’ve seen it in videos by chance before, but I’m not sure how to position myself right.

And I don’t have the confidence to move as wildly as you did earlier—not even a fraction.

…But you know what?

“Teacher, Teacher… Wanna touch here?”

“…How? With my fingers?”

“Yeah. Right there…”

“…So, why’s your lower stomach like that all of a sudden?”

“…That’s not my lower stomach…?”

If you think about it the other way—

“That’s… where you pounded me senseless earlier… my womb… right?”

“…Here?”

“Yeeeah…”

As my teacher, bored of this frustrating pleasure,

grabs my nape tightly again—

“…Can you feel it? Deep inside, all sticky and wet with your stuff?”

“…I’m just touching the outside. How would I know?”

“You can imagine it, right? …Drenched white and messy, completely ruined… that kind of sight.”

“…”

“Ah, you are imagining it. You are, aren’t you?”

“…A little.”

Hehe… How is it? …Do you like it? …That place has never been dirtied before…”

“…”

“…Ah, no. I just thought of a better way. A way for you to really feel it… yourself.”

A complete mess.

Won’t you ruin me properly?

“Now… can you feel it…?”

Instead of moving my hips enough to make wet, slapping sounds—

…Even if I end up getting impaled all the way,

I’ll tease you just enough—

Honestly, if I frustrate you to the point of anger~…

“You… this perverted cock… I took it all the way in… properly…”

…You grab my waist tightly.

You pin my pliant body down somewhere.

So hard I can barely breathe.

So all I can do is let out desperate moans.

Won’t you—

Really fuck me?

“If you don’t get it… haah… I’ll move for you… okay?”

My head so full of wicked desire—

I rock my hips slowly, teasingly, on top of you.

…Taking a full five seconds per thrust.

Less like sex,

more like masturbating alone.

Slowly.

Clumsily.

“Ngh… hup… ngh… ……”

…How is it?

This is frustrating, right…?

Don’t you wanna pound into me wildly like before…?

Gripping my waist, my hips, or my thighs—

anywhere good to hold onto—

whispering I love you, I love you right into my ear…

…Pressing your glans deep inside,

don’t you wanna cum so much it could actually get me pregnant…?

You don’t have to hold back.

It’s okay if you take control from me.

Even if you start slamming into me right now, fucking me to ruin—

I’d really

be

fine…

“…Nghk… ……haah…”

…See?

I’m wriggling my hips like a worm, aren’t I?

You can’t possibly be satisfied with this.

Guessing at the thoughts you can’t voice, I move playfully—

…Then, bowing my head, I take your cock even slower, squelch squelch.

“…… …… ……♡”

You know that mischievous smile I’ve had this whole time?

Right now,

because I’m climaxing,

it’s turned into this super embarrassing expression…

I can’t show you this yet.

Heehee…

“…Haah… It’s hitting… so deep…”

“…”

“How about you… Teacher…?”

“…Not bad.”

“Aha… Really? You’re fine with this…?”

Fine?

That’s not the answer you should give.

Even if you are fine, you shouldn’t settle for this.

You should pin my thighs down like earlier…

and thrust—thud—pound into me.

Or remember what we did on the couch?

Fucking me like a fleshlight like that was so good too.

Sooo…

“…You… like this… too…?”

Now, instead of moving my hips up and down like you did,

I go front to back.

…Probably only feeling good for me.

Having swallowed your huge cock completely,

I rock my hips until it makes wet, messy sounds.

If I do this, you’ll…

…start wanting to do something too… right?

Like…

punishing your insolent student for teasing you—

all night long.

Treating me like a tool for your lust.

Raping me,

…or something?

“…This feels… so good… Your cock… keeps catching inside…”

“Yeah?”

“What about you…? Does this… feel good…?”

“…You keep squeezing me. …I like it.”

“…Aha, you like it… huh…”

Like it?

That’s not it.

You’re supposed to hate this, to not like it—so you take over.

And as a result, I’d have no choice but to…

get ravaged by you.

Seriously… I thought my plan was perfect.

“…Teacher?”

“…Yeah.”

“I… have a question…”

To my utterly clueless teacher, Seo Woojin—

if even this lukewarm stimulation is enough for you—

then I’ve got no choice.

…If I end up cumming from this boring sex,

and later pass out from exhaustion,

I’d regret tonight so much.

Even though just moments ago, I was panting like a dog with my tongue slightly out—

I force a playful smile, hiding it from you like it never happened.

Slightly.

“Can you really be satisfied… with just this…?”

…I toss out

the question.

“…You know how to make sex feel so much better…”

“…Not sure what you mean.”

To my frustratingly evasive teacher—

“Don’t lie… You went wild with me earlier…”

“…So?”

To my infuriatingly vague teacher—

“Well, obviously…”

“…Obviously?”

“…”

“Obviously what?”

“…”

…Somehow,

the way you act—

it’s just like me.

My sly, fox-like teacher.

And yet, the look in your eyes—

…thick with desire.

You utter pervert.

“……”

“……”

Instead of another question,

I gulp.

“…Fucking me like animals… breeding…”

Instead of waiting quietly for you to pounce—

…even though my face burns with shame—

I say what I want first, before you, the bad adult, can.

If this were 22-year-old Yozora, she’d say it with a breezy laugh.

But the one here now is still a teen, a naive Yozora who doesn’t even know the pleasant haze of alcohol.

“If we’re like this, you can just move how you want, can’t you?”

“……I want you to do it… …ah…”

You push off the bed with your arms, sitting up—

then yank me into your lap, switching us to a straddling position.

Too embarrassed by how loud my heartbeat must be,

I just press my lips shut.

“You want me to take over?”

“……”

…I nod,

but keep my mouth sealed.

“…Then it’s fine if I do it my way?”

“……”

When I nod again, something slightly unexpected happens.

I thought for sure you’d just push me down and start pounding into me—

“Te—Teacher……?”

“Hold onto my neck properly. Just in case.”

…But you had other plans.

Suddenly carrying me to the edge of the bed—

then,

lifting me up completely—

Thud. Thud.

With the sound of footsteps bearing both our weight—

you walk us straight to the bedroom wall…

“W-Wait a second…”

“Why? You said you wanted me to fuck you like breeding.”

Even though being lifted gives me a slightly higher vantage than usual, I’m still below you.

So when you lean in and whisper, your voice drills into my eardrums like a spike.

Like you’re stuffing filthy thoughts straight into my head.

…And the topic? Breeding—how low.

“You don’t like it like this?”

“…”

Maybe it’s fear of the unfamiliar.

My voice, about to say I don’t, gets trapped behind pursed lips and sinks back into my throat.

All my focus goes to the sensations of being pressed so close to you.

Your heart’s racing so fast too.

Your breathing… is a little unsteady, just like mine.

The arm muscles under my thighs… …so strong.

If we have sex like this, …with your bodyweight too… …it’ll go so deep.

Then,

then it’ll feel

…so good.

Well,

things like that.

…Is that why?

“…Hey, …Woojin.”

“…Yeah.”

“You know… during sex, right…?”

Now calling him by name, I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and stammer out my words.

“…Don’t… drop me, okay?”

With my heart pounding like it’ll burst any second—

I hope you notice it too.