Caught Masturbating on Master's Desk
The boys' classroom was completely empty, just as I'd predicted. It felt strangely novel compared to the bitch class that was always packed to the brim every lunch period, but the thrill didn't last long.
Guess boys just prefer to be out and about.
Most had probably headed to the field, while others wandered aimlessly around the school grounds. And with it being lunchtime, plenty must've gone off to eat.
Meanwhile, I can't even have a bite.
When eating school lunch, boys have to give cumshots to bitches craving semen or other girls in exchange for their meal tickets—it's the rule. Otherwise, you pay extra. Sure, now that I'd transformed into a boy, I could've shelled out the extra fee, but I'd gotten used to skipping lunch back when I was pretending to be a girl anyway. No real urge to bother.
Besides, I was already mooching off Geon-yul for food, shelter, everything. He wouldn't say a word about it given his personality, but buying whatever I wanted would just make me feel guilty.
Hmm...
Still, it was a bit odd. Yeah, lots of soccer players and guys grabbing lunch, but not a single one left in the classroom? There had to be something else at play...
"Ah... ahn!"
Right then, a woman's moan echoed from down the hall. I nodded immediately upon hearing it. Of course—the boys were busy with that too. Gotta relieve that sexual tension, right?
Well, girls have urges too, but...
Even factoring that in, the number of girls sticking around the classroom during lunch was way higher. Maybe that's why they say wives are the "inside person" and husbands the "outside person" back in the old days. Not some special circumstance—just a fundamental difference, perhaps.
"Ahat! Haaang! Harder, harder...!"
Thud! ...Drip.
I slammed the hallway-side windows shut to block out the moans. Now, alone in this vast space, I felt isolated, and it wasn't exactly pleasant. So I sought a solution from the opposite window.
...Might as well watch some soccer.
I shuffled over to the window. Outside stretched the massive sports field, where the game carried on flawlessly even without me. Among the nearly twenty boys, the one who stood out most was, no surprise, Kang Geon-yul.
He's running so well...
Watching Geon-yul and the others sprint made me sad again when I compared it to myself. And honestly, it was justified—if you pictured me squeezed in among those guys, it'd be pathetic.
It's fine. This is just how it is. Women can't beat men, after all...
That single thought forced me to acknowledge my womanhood, stirring a sense of submission. Along with it came the defeat of knowing I, as a woman, could never win against a man. But simultaneously, a secret thrill from that defeat crept up—and I couldn't deny how intense it felt.
Even if I'm no athlete... I can be a manager. If it helps us win, I'd do anything for Geon-yul or the team...
It hit me that helping Geon-yul—handing him towels and water from the bench as he came over drenched in sweat—suited me far better than running alongside him on the field. Serving meals and baths, being an outlet for their lust, cheering them on mid-game by shaking my slutty body in lewd clothes... That role might fit me perfectly now.
"Hngh..."
When I snapped out of it, I was rubbing my thighs together again. Leaning against the window, anyone passing by outside might've thought it weird. But no one was around. Even on the first floor near the field, everyone was too focused on soccer to glance this way. And the classroom was empty except for me.
This is...
Suddenly, a scene from some naughty manga or movie flashed in my mind. I let go of the windowsill and sidled over. Geon-yul's seat came into view. His pencil case lay open, pens scattered wildly; his bag slumped against the side wall, mouth agape.
I ignored it all and made a beeline for his chair, plopping down.
"Hngh... hnng..."
Of course, I didn't walk properly. I'd shoved a hand between my legs, rubbing away, barely able to stand straight from the pleasure.
"Haaaah..."
The moment I sat in Geon-yul's chair, a long moan escaped, but there wasn't much stimulation. No strong scent of him, no traces left behind. Still, wearing his panties and sitting in his chair overloaded my brain with stimulus.
Turning to the window, I gazed at Geon-yul outside while grabbing a pen, holding it upright and pressing it firmly against my crotch. A clear camel toe formed through my pants from my pussy. Even without body paint, pressing so hard made it show.
My stupid pussy acted like the pen was a real cock, walls writhing alive, gripping and chewing at it without letting go.
"Haaaang... Geon-yul..."
Had my heat switch flipped again? Or maybe it never went off—from first period onward. The fuse I'd paused for pee had reignited. I hadn't fully calmed it then, just suppressed it—and now it surged stronger.
I'd cum countless times already, so it wasn't novel, but I surrendered to the urge once more. And started unzipping my pants.
No one's coming... no one at all.
Classroom empty. Doors and windows shut. I didn't know where everyone went, but I could finish before the lunch crowd or soccer guys returned.
This is insane, total madness.
A voice in my head scolded—stop and hit the bathroom, or hold back—but too late. So what? I want it right here, right now.
If I'm caught, I'll get fucked for sure. Any guy walking in sees a cross-dressing girl masturbating in the boys' room? No questions—he'll just ram his cock in.
This was my final resistance, in a way. I admitted I was a woman now, that brutal cocks didn't just hurt or disgust—they felt good. But one thing I refused to accept:
I'm not obsessed with that bastard Geon-yul's cock. It's just this female body—getting fucked feels good, that's all. No feelings for him, nothing like that!
Terror that someone might barge in and rape me. But the thrill was stronger than expected. Reason gone, I was an 8-ton truck with busted brakes—unstoppable.
I shoved down my pants, slipped off the panties, clutched them. Normally, dropping trou would mean your cock flopping out. But now? Just a neat, straight slit—a pristine white pussy.
No-panties in boy-mode uniform, I pressed Geon-yul's panties—reeking of my juices, not precum—to my nose and sniffed.
"Hwaaaaa..."
My body melted. Sour pussy smell, but imagining it as his precum sent jolts through me. Pants tangled at my ankles annoyed me, but I stomped my feet anyway.
Standing and rubbing my thighs, the perfect masturbation tool caught my eye.
That...
A girl alone in an empty classroom rubbing her crotch on a corner—practically canon in porn. I'd never tried corner play, but it tempted me.
"Ahn?! Hn, hngh..."
The edge was rounded, not sharp, so I chickened out at first. But the more I rubbed, the weirder it felt. Just grinding on a corner—why so good? Imagination as the best side dish?
The depravity of masturbating on Geon-yul's desk corner was immense.
Masturbating with a dildo molded from Geon-yul's cock... sneaking cross-dressed self-play on his desk when no one's around... I'm the worst.
Each grind made lewd squelches as juices gushed. Smearing my sopping pussy left transparent trails on the floor. Hot breaths ragged the air; slutty moans leaked out.
"Aang... haang... haht... Geon-yul... Geon-yuuul..."
Still, I never skipped calling that name. Cocks are cocks—nothing special about his. Yet my body desperately sought him.
"Why... why can't I cum...?"
Grinding the desk corner furiously, unwrapping my bandages to tweak nipples, pinching my clit—still no climax. When Geon-yul plays with my nips and clit, shoves thick fingers in, I cum instantly, drooling. Why can't I alone? Can't even pee solo—need help. Does masturbation need him too? Or not just any guy...?
Maybe I had a better title for him, one that fit perfectly.
But admitting it myself...
"Geon-yul... Geon-yuul... Geon-yuuulaang...♡"
And then—
Rattle!
I'd never cursed the proverb "speak of the tiger and he appears" like today. Probably the most in my life.
"Chae-a?"
That familiar baritone from behind. I hadn't even neared orgasm, yet my ass shuddered obscenely as pussy juice squirted out.
Splurt! Spluuurt!
"Hiyaat..."
Now I realized. The man calling me was Geon-yul—no.
I've been caught♡
......My Master.