The Common Sense of First Experiences (1)
Even before the class started, the classroom was filled with the buzzing chatter of the girls. In a world like this, high school girls' gossip was as lively as ever.
"Sex ed—think it'll be a male teacher?"
"Will he provide his dick as the class material?"
"Crazy, just imagining it got me wet already."
"So far it's always been female teachers. They're amazing and all, but I wanna see a male teacher."
"Me too."
"Ah, but then wouldn't that kill our motivation to aim for Woman Class promotion...?"
I let out a soft sigh as I watched the other girls. Congrats, bitches. You got exactly what you wanted.
I already knew the teacher for this class was a guy. Simple reason: Unlike these bitches who either never touch the internet or only look at weird shit, I'm a cutting-edge human who knows how to web surf.
"Hey, check this out."
"Whoa, for real. A male teacher."
These idiots. A quick search and it pops right up.
I proudly showed the school homepage screen to Geum Ye-rin sitting next to me—this time complete with the subject teacher's full profile. I spread my shoulders wide.
"You can find stuff like this? Amazing. You're a total genius."
"I'm kinda an IT genius, yeah. Heh heh."
Back in the old world, I was a total bookworm, but here just knowing how to Google makes you a genius. Not even a bitch genius this time—a real one. Felt weirdly proud over nothing.
"Then can you search something for me? There's new makeup coming out—wanna know when."
"Sure thing. But when you're home alone, how do you look this stuff up?"
"Huh? I've got my bro—he does it for me."
I nodded. Surprisingly sensible. Even in this male-supreme world, families provide that much convenience, huh.
"Of course, every time I ask, I gotta suck his dick. Super annoying. It's okay after he showers, but right when he gets home and demands it? Total pain."
"Tch, that's your real brother, right?"
"Duh. But if I make him cum in my mouth and swallow right away, he'll do two favors. That's why my blowjob skills are leveling up like crazy. What can ya do? It's common sense for little sisters to handle their big bro's sexual relief at home."
I nodded silently again like before, but my inner thoughts were different this time. Incest as common sense? If this custom keeps going, what happens generations from now? As long as it's not full-on pussy like Geum Ye-rin said—just other relief—maybe no birth defects even long-term?
I zoned out thinking, missing Geum Ye-rin's next words.
"Hey, what're you mulling over? You don't have a brother?"
"Me? I've got a little brother..."
Dragggg!
That's when it happened. The classroom door slid open, and someone strode in. Totally different from us Bitch Class girls or even Ye-rin—from head to toe. The scent he gave off was different, the way he pissed was different, his build and frame entirely alien.
The moment he—not she—entered, the wide classroom filled with an overwhelming presence.
"Hey, that's the..."
The room fell silent. Even bold, bubbly Geum Ye-rin—who'd blabber anything at me—couldn't finish her sentence, just gulped hard.
How'd it get this quiet? Class hadn't even started.
Just one guy's entrance shut the chattering Bitch Class girls' mouths tight, like their pussies clenching.
And since class hadn't begun, it meant the guy who just walked in wasn't the teacher.
His clothes alone screamed our school's male uniform. Looking up, his face didn't seem that old either.
"Yeah, my owner."
I stared wide-mouthed at Geum Ye-rin gaping back and forth between me and Geon-yul, meeting her eyes boldly. Like if a med student son called during a parents' meeting—though I'd never had kids, so who knows.
"Yoo Chae-a, that's your owner?"
"No way, I'm so jealous. Saw him at entrance ceremony, must've cum to him all weekend..."
"Contracting right away is enviable enough—why's he gotta be hot too?"
"Check that bulge under his pants. Dick's huge too."
"Got it all, got it all. Talking about you, Yoo Chae-a."
"My tits are bigger than hers—if I show off today, maybe I can snag second bitch spot..."
"Hey, you're supposed to go Woman Class for sure!"
"Dunno! For a guy like that, I'd offer my pussy for life?!"
Nah, seeing the bitches freak out, it might be even worse than parents' day.
Some weren't just hyped—they shot jealous, envious glares my way.
"Heh heh."
I knew I shouldn't, but I kept smirking. Especially when the girls glanced back and forth between me and Geon-yul—hard not to laugh. Nothing wrong with them, but maybe I was kinda mean.
"Couldn't tell from afar back then, but you scored an unreal owner..."
"Kinda happened that way."
"Don't play coy when you're thrilled. Wanna flick your forehead."
"Ow!"
Decided to just feel good about it. After a day of bitch genius taunts and teacher harassment, seeing my old friend lifted my mood. Didn't wanna act like some girl thrilled her boyfriend picked her up in front of friends.
"Oh, Geon-yul... I mean, Master. You here? I'm over here!"
Separately, the other Bitch Class girls didn't know Geon-yul well, so they missed it, but he was actually super tense right now. Couldn't fool my eyes, even if he tricked everyone else. Dude was a virgin like me.
No way he'd stay sane in a classroom packed with cute girls like this. He'd built some immunity living with me these past days, but being the only guy amid dozens of slutty-uniformed bitches for a whole class? No easy feat.
Guys in women-heavy majors complain it's exhausting—Bitch Class? Way worse. If not Geon-yul, some other guy would've gotten swarmed and carted off creampied.
To help Geon-yul frantically scanning the room for me, I kindly raised my hand high, signaling here!.
"Ah!"
Our eyes met; I nodded confidently. You're good now. Together, the pressure eased. Just his presence brought me odd comfort.
"Chae-a, come here?"
But instead of coming over, Geon-yul crooked a finger, calling me to him.
I popped my ass off the chair without hesitation.
"W-Wait, in front of everyone?"
"Show-off bitch..."
"Look at that ass and tail wagging. Hate her."
Striding out with a bit of swagger, whispers of hate trailed me. Was I getting too hated? Even with Geon-yul here, near-isolation in class would suck later.
Worried inwardly, but yeah—my tail was wagging.
"Heh, class okay today? What'd you have—Korean and science? I did basic oral and sexology; teachers kept messing around..."
"Chae-a, did I ask?"
"Huh?"
"Didn't ask—why yap?"
I shut my mouth, standing right in front of him mid-babble. Too casual?
Had to play perfect bitch to Geon-yul in public. Just now, I chattered like a friend, not a sex toy pet. Smart eyes in class might nitpick.
But his cold snap erased all doubt. Problem: even I flinched a bit.
He's acting—survival play! Didn't get too down. First time, his sudden iciness hurt, but now I knew it was all act for life here. Just acting, so whatever he did...
"Sit."
"Huh?"
"Sit. Like a bitch."
"...Here?"
Classroom floor? Not clean enough to plop ass down comfy. But his downward gaze and tone were ironclad. Like huge punishment if I didn't.
"...Ah."
Fixing my skirt to sit, he twitched a brow. I switched poses instantly. He didn't want ass-flat either.
"Like this, right?"
Squatted street-bitch style: legs spread, plain white panty visible between plump thighs. Girls behind could see my skirt hiked, panties exposed.
"Good girl, my bitch."
Geon-yul petted my head, shoving his crotch—dick-packed pants—right in my face.
"Eep!"
"Stay. Still."
Thick fabric blocked smell/heat, but knowing the throbbing bulge was right there felt weird.
"Anyway, why suddenly..."
"Hand."
Squatting shrunk me; couldn't see his face well even looking up. As I mumbled, he stuck out his hand.
"Huh?"
"Bitch. Hand."
Clear what he wanted. I squeezed eyes shut, swallowed shame, raised and clasped my hand in his.
"Why're you doing this?"
Whispered tiny, unheard by others. Hoped he'd stop without answering.
Started glad to see him, but that faded. No need for this, right?
No teacher yet, still break. I could nap at my desk—no suspicion. Not like we'd die without it. Why suddenly?
"Why? 'Cause bitches are for playing with."
Geon-yul smirked. Hard to see from below in the light, but that upturned lip was sure.
No time to reply—he pushed my shoulders back.
"Lie down."
Flopped back; skirt flipped, soft pussy mound bared. He slipped off one shoe, pressed his socked foot firm on my panty-clad pussy, kneading.
"Hngh, hnnngh...!"
"Huh? Stains spreading? Getting off on foot pussy?"
"N-Not that...!"
"Liar. Half-day without Master—horniness piled up?"
Just moaned wordlessly under his baffling tease. No resistance. Reason's gotta be there. He's Geon-yul—a week ahead in this world. He's thinking.
Believed a logical reason for public shaming, foot-pussy in front of class. Then it hit me.
"..."
The Bitch Class girls covertly glaring or appraising Geon-yul had gone dead silent sometime ago.
He's doing this 'cause they hate me...?
Before thought finished—new order.
"Now doggy. Ass out this way."
"W-Wait a sec..."
"Hurry! Tail aside!"
"Heeek—!!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Until the teacher arrived and class began, the classroom hosted an obscene training session impossible to look away from.