Common Sense of the First Experience (2)
Geon-yul's training continued after that. It was like he was deliberately trying to humiliate me in front of everyone, making me do all sorts of embarrassing things. Having me get on all fours and spanking my ass was basic, and he'd even make me lie on my back with my legs spread, then poke at my breasts with his foot.
"Is it here? The nipple's here?"
"You know damn well, so why are you...!"
"Ah, found it."
"Eek!"
I bit my lip hard as his big toe toyed with my nipple. Once we're back at the dorm... I'm really gonna kill him...! But I knew his intentions, so I couldn't act rashly. This teasing was all an act because he cared about me.
When Geon-yul had first walked into the classroom, I hadn't considered the stares pouring in from around us at all. After enduring half a day alone in this world, reuniting with my close childhood friend— wasn't this reaction natural...? That's what I thought, anyway.
Maybe that's why. I vaguely assumed the other girls in the Bitch Class would understand me. But reality was different. They had no idea about my situation; they just saw Geon-yul's handsome face and body and felt jealous of me, nothing more.
The fantasies the Bitch Class girls had about having a cool male owner were way more intense than I'd imagined. I didn't even brag that much about it.
Getting hated for no reason other than being better off happens everywhere, all the time. Pathetic, or maybe just stupid.
At least Ye-rin doesn't seem like that.
Geon-yul messing with me nonstop during break, teasing me without mercy—it seemed to cool down the envy from the other girls a bit. He was probably playing the villain on purpose to achieve exactly that.
Being put through this is still better than getting isolated, right?
Suddenly, that thought crossed my mind. If showing them my legs spread wide and barking like a dog in front of dozens of girls bought me a ticket out of being ostracized for the next year, was it a win? ...Definitely a win, right?
"Chae-a, spread your legs a bit more."
"L-like this?"
"Yeah, so I can stroke your pussy nicely."
Humiliating. Mortifying. Geon-yul probably didn't want to do it either, but he was forcing himself—still, what about me, who had to obey every command without question?
I squeezed my eyes shut, legs trembling as I stood in front of Geon-yul. I grabbed the hem of my skirt with both hands and lifted it up. My panties, already soaked from the repeated teasing, were on full display.
"Whew, smell that bitch scent. How much pussy juice did you leak?"
"I'm sorry."
"Nah, I picked you because I love bitches like this. Hard to find one who gets so wet and sensitive."
Without a hint of hesitation, Geon-yul shoved his right hand between my thighs and glanced back at the Bitch Class girls behind me. The wannabe bitches, already deflated, looked even more dejected, heads hanging low. It was basically him declaring right in front of them that they were way worse bitches than me.
That would redirect all their anger at me for having such a hot owner straight to Geon-yul. Hell, they might even pity me for ending up under such a mean master. With the same idea in mind, Geon-yul lowered his voice.
"Good. Now you won't have to worry about bullying anymore."
He lightly gripped the soft flesh of my inner thigh and gave a faint smile. Just as I'd suspected—he'd done it on purpose. Whispering it so quietly made it even more infuriating.
"Y-you...!"
"Shh, time's almost up."
My face flushed red and purple as I tried to convey my feelings with just my expression, but I failed. If I opened my mouth here, I'd lose control and say something loud enough for everyone to hear.
No choice. I clamped my mouth shut.
"Teacher's coming soon, so head back to your seat and..."
But Geon-yul's words cut off. As he whispered in my ear, our bodies practically overlapping, the classroom front door slid open with a rattle.
She's here. I didn't need to look to know. The teacher for Sex Studies class. Middle-aged guy, but not potbellied. If anything, you could see hints of abs under his clothes. In these 19+ comics, that type was safer than the balding, beer-gut ones—those were usually for NTR plots.
"You two, what are you doing back there?"
And that's how I made a very dramatic first impression on him. Everyone else was seated, eyes wide and sparkling at the teacher—except me, turned around with my skirt hiked up, sticky panties on full show.
"Th-this is..."
"When talking to someone, look them in the eye. Haha, am I talking to a bitch's ass right now?"
"S-sorry!"
The Bitch Class girls burst into giggles at the teacher's words. Didn't seem malicious—just found my joke-fodder moment funny.
I hurriedly fixed my skirt and scurried to my seat. Geon-yul followed with long strides and took the remaining spot.
Finally, the classroom atmosphere settled.
"Hey, you..."
"Huh? Sniff, why...?"
"Nah, just... your face is red."
"I-is it?"
I checked my face on my phone. Just like Ye-rin said, it was beet red. But it wasn't just red.
"Kinda like... um... super slutty."
"Wh-what?!"
"Bitch face? Well, you are a bitch. Like you're desperately craving something. Makes sense why that guy fell for you..."
"Wh-what are you talking about?!"
I pressed my cold hands to my face, trying to cool the heat. Me, making a face like I wanted something? What the hell did that mean...?
"Eek!"
Adjusting my position as I sat, I let out a small moan. My sensitivity from Geon-yul's earlier teasing hadn't gone down. The wrong urge to strip off my panties and touch my pussy clashed with the rational need to cool off.
"Hoo, huuu, huuuu..."
In the end, I chickened out like a coward. Panting roughly, hands on the desk, I squeezed my soft thighs together and rubbed them. Left leg over right, then right over left. Just this friction felt good. Not as good as Geon-yul stepping or touching earlier, but a lesser version of that pleasure spread through my body.
Even doing this much, why won't it go down...?
The problem? Unlike guys, once a woman's arousal peaks, it doesn't fade easily. And I hadn't even properly cum. Just thigh-rubbing wouldn't get me there. It only made more sticky fluid leak out.
Like dangling food in front of a starving person without letting them eat. But if you lack the courage to eat, sniffing the smell is better than nothing.
"...that's why in this class... we'll learn..., and the overall goal is, of course... techniques to be loved by men... ultimately achieving 100% adoption rate with every bitch getting an owner..."
The teacher's passionate lecture, chalk flying as he drew diagrams and outlined grand goals on the board— I barely heard it. All my nerves were focused on my sticky lower half and my stiff nipples, hidden by my bra.
After what felt like a moment—or maybe much longer—
"Yoo Chae-a? Yoo Chae-a, you here?"
"M-me?!"
The teacher called my name. I jolted, stopping my thigh-rubbing and straightening my back. What? Like the last two classes, was he picking me as the example for a question? But I'd been distracted and missed what he asked...?
"Hmm, confident? Think you can do it?"
"...Yes?"
I didn't know what it was, but refusing felt like a bad idea. I glanced at the other students and the teacher, snuck a peek at Geon-yul, then slowly nodded.
"Yes, but what do I have to...?"
"Then come up front. I'll grab a mattress. Geon-yul in the back, you too."
...What the hell was this situation?
While the teacher stepped out for the mattress, I quickly nudged Geum Ye-rin next to me.
"Hey, what's going on? I zoned out and missed it."
"Wait, you didn't hear? And you said yes anyway?"
"Refusing blindly could've gotten me marked—hey, what is it?! Tell me quick!"
"It's no big deal for you anyway..."
The door slid open and shut again as the teacher returned, hauling a huge mattress. That fast? You can just grab one like that?
"Alright, Yoo Chae-a and Kang Geon-yul, come on up!"
The mattress looked comfy enough to sleep on right away. But what now?
The teacher wasn't explaining more, Ye-rin got cut off—should I ask Geon-yul on the sly? I stood and went to the front, slipping off my shoes onto the mattress. Geon-yul joined a beat later, standing side by side.
"Hey, do you even know what this—"
"No choice. It's something you had to go through eventually."
"Huh?"
"Grit your teeth and bear it."
Seeing Geon-yul's resolute face made goosebumps rise on my arms.
"N-no way?"
"..."
"Don't tell me it's that...?"
Crazy, insane— was this for real? I was starting to realize what trap I'd walked into. Why the hell did I accept the teacher's offer without hesitation?
No, I had no choice.
A normal student might get away with it, but after shining all day as the class elite, suddenly refusing the teacher would look suspicious. With our master-bitch contract already in place, a bitch has no right to refuse her owner's sex. Geon-yul refusing directly would be weird too. The class was called Sex Studies. I'd have to do it eventually, no dodging.
A request I had to accept. If it's something I had to endure someday, just bear it...
Nerves? My lower belly vibrated faintly. Like on the chair earlier, I rubbed my thighs. Fluid trickled down. The lewd mood wrapping my body and mind grew stronger.
...My body's hot.
"Great. Now, for Sex Studies orientation and our helpful practical demo, we'll watch Yoo Chae-a's mating sex. Applause!"
"Woooo!"
"Get her pregnant!"
"Creampie!"
"Ahem! Enough of that! They're just helping for our learning efficiency, so watch and learn hard."
"Of course!"
With every word—no, every syllable—from the Sex Studies teacher, my mind fogged over. Practical demo team? What the hell? Normal colleges have student teaching or lab work. So for Sex Studies...?
"Alright, Yoo Chae-a, strip completely and lie on the mattress. Geon-yul, undress as you see fit. Clothes-on is hot, but seeing every nook and cranny helps you learn better, right?"
"Uh, ah, ugh..."
"No stalling!"
I hesitated a second, and the teacher strode over, yanking my skirt and panties down to my ankles in one go.
"W-wait! I'm not ready mentally yet!"
"What."
He looked puzzled, meeting my eyes. Knowing my state down there, I bowed my head and squeezed them shut.
"This bitch pussy's drooling for cock already?"
My drenched pussy was exposed to everyone. Amid the shame of being seen, it twitched and gushed more. The teacher teasingly started to finger it but noticed Geon-yul and just patted my ass before stepping back.
"N-no, it's not... this is all..."
"My fault?"
At Geon-yul's smug voice, I covered my face with both hands and nodded. Meanwhile, the teacher stripped off my top too, leaving me naked as the day I was born.
"If it's my fault, I'll take responsibility."
"..."
Next to me, click, ziiiip—Geon-yul's pants and underwear slid down. I tried ignoring it, eyes still shut, but Ye-rin's earlier words flashed back.
- 'Like you're desperately craving something.'
I shook my head no, eyes clenched. But when I opened them...
My gaze locked right on Geon-yul's massive cock, like it was meant to be. Gulp. A sweet scent wafted over.