The Common Sense of Rice Cake Sharing (1)
I stepped into the bathroom and immediately stripped off all my clothes. The top was fine enough, but the bottom was a total mess. Especially my panties—they were absolutely soaked in Kang Geon-yul's cum. My skirt had a bit on it too, but not as bad. Well, with cum leaking out like that and me just pulling the panties right over it, what did I expect?
Should've gone without panties... No, that wouldn't have worked either. I'd have ended up leaving a trail of cum Milky Way across the hallway.
"Heave-ho!" I yanked off the panties and tossed them straight into the trash, then stripped off the headband, tail, shirt, and bra before heading for the tub—but I froze mid-step. It was that bizarre, sticky fluid gushing out from between my legs.
"Guess I'll scoop out the cum before washing up." I grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper, layered them on the bathroom floor, and squatted down. It felt like some kind of puppy pee pad—embarrassing as hell—but with no one around to see, I could handle a little shame. Carefully, I slid my fingers into my pussy, spread it open, and started pulling out Geon-yul's cum.
Plop, plop, drip...
……Damn, he came a ton. The bathroom filled with the sweet scent of cum pouring out of my pussy. I'd noticed it during sex earlier too—was there some kind of aphrodisiac in that smell? Just inhaling it made my body heat up. And right now, even though I was just trying to clean it out, shoving my fingers deep inside and stirring around wasn't helping.
"Nngh... Hnng... Hn..." I let out soft moans, moving my fingers inside my pussy slowly—never fast. This might actually be the first time in my life doing the female version of masturbation.
"Hiiik?!" Then I accidentally poked something weird and couldn't hold back a loud moan. Luckily, the bathroom was so well soundproofed that Geon-yul probably didn't hear. Way better than my old place in that regard.
"Th-that's... weird..." But the moment I hit that dangerous spot, I got scared. I didn't dare probe deeper. I pulled my fingers out, spread my labia wide on both sides, and let the cum flow out naturally. My body was still burning up, though. What if I touched somewhere else instead?
Clitoris? Or nipples? I'd heard the clit could give way stronger pleasure than that weird spot inside if I messed with it wrong. Sure, it'd feel amazing, but with my roommate right outside, going wild like that felt off-limits.
The nipples... felt pretty good earlier. And more than anything, the sensation from when Geon-yul sucked on my nipples during sex was still vivid. It wouldn't be as good as his warm, wet tongue, but this might still hit the spot. With one hand holding my pussy open to let the cum drip out, I used the other to gently rub the nipple he'd sucked on earlier, letting out little moans.
The second I decide to keep being friends with Geon-yul, I run into the bathroom... and with just one wall between us, I'm doing this... Shame and self-loathing washed over me at how slutty I was being, but then I remembered Geon-yul jerking off in the bathroom multiple times while I slept. Suddenly, it didn't feel so bad. Everyone masturbates. I used to do it with a guy's body; now I'm just enjoying it with a girl's. And it's not like I'm using Geon-yul as jerk-off bait—I'm just reliving the nipple pleasure.
"Hiii!" Like that, I spent a while longer in the bathroom scooping out cum while fiddling with my nipples.
"Haa." The moment Chae-a slipped into the bathroom, I wiped up the cum she'd leaked and flopped onto the bed, hand on my forehead. What happened today was shocking for me too, not just her.
Still... it turned out pretty okay? I had my worries. Publicly, I was scared we'd get called out as weird by the school folks. Up until now, it was just about enduring the shame, but this time pain came with it too—would Chae-a hold up? That had me anxious deep down.
If there was public anxiety, there was private stuff too. Let's face it—I was a total solo virgin who'd never popped his cherry. What if I screwed up, lost control, crossed a line, and it ruined things with Chae-a? Balancing it all was tough: torment her just enough to avoid suspicion without hurting her feelings too much.
And the result? "Lost my virginity..." Whatever came next, it seemed to go smoothly. Chae-a didn't look upset, and instead of getting flagged as social misfits, we got praised for "pure lovey sex." Hell, she even said straight-up that I was good at it. Sure, it was her first time getting fucked as a girl, so not exactly objective, but satisfying a woman? That hit like pure ecstasy.
Ding! Then my phone screen lit up. Checking it, I'd been added to the group chat for Sex Ed class, freshly made today.
Oh yeah, they said assignments and stuff go through this chat from now on. Surprisingly normal in this world for that. Not class groups, but per-subject chats. Checking the member list, yep—I was the only guy in a class of over thirty girls. Kinda awkward being the lone wolf, but unavoidable. Bitch owners have to attend Sex Ed, and as first-years, Chae-a was the only one with an owner.
It was super awkward showing up today. I'll get used to it. I saw Chae-a on the member list too and was about to turn off my phone when the teacher dropped the first message: a greeting and a shared image file.
Her old-lady chat style gave away her age, and the attached image was that post-sex shot where the teacher and I held up Chae-a's legs. "Tomato juice and milk," huh? Her gaping pussy hole was leaking a mix of my cum and her virgin blood. Vulgar yet somehow obscene. Especially Chae-a's bitchy face—double peace signs, sheepish grin while I held her leg. Peak slut expression.
Staring at the photo brought back the deflowering sex. Before I knew it, my free hand had slipped into my pants, slowly stroking my dick.
"Fuu..." I tried recreating the feel of thrusting into Chae-a's pussy. She'd flip if I said it, but her pussy was no joke. Even a solo guy like me could tell. Virgin tightness nearly milked me right after insertion—shocked the hell out of me. And her whole body was so soft, every touch felt amazing. Bonus: her trying not to show how much she loved nipple sucking. Twitching every lick but denying it? That's peak arousal aesthetic.
"Wanna do it again..." I recalled some old jerk-off article: masturbation feels better than sex, don't get bummed. But pounding Chae-a's pussy beat my hand by miles. Was it a legendary pussy? Or just the vibe making it hotter? One more thrust and I'd know.
Kneel and beg? Or like that clerk said, add sex drive control or absolute obedience to the bitch collar—not hard... Lust clouding my brain with fantasies, I snapped out of it and shook my head.
No need. Even if she hates it, it'll happen again eventually. She knew what signing on as my bitch meant. In this world, below Woman Class—you can't avoid sex. On the street, subway, school—anywhere, anytime, no resisting. Better me, someone she knows, than random creeps. I'm her one true ally.
Her one true... ally. Yeah, I'm the only one who knows she wasn't always a bitch. If even I start seeing Yoo Chae-a that way, no one remembers the real her.
"...Enough." I pulled my hand from my pants and turned off the screen. Even using her pic to jerk felt guilty now. That bitch expression in the photo messed with my head. Outside was one thing—dangerous spot flipped the switch—but here in the dorm, just us? We stay friends.
Gotta check out the room. Morning was chaos. Chae-a rushed in first for "stuff," then thug seniors barged for rice cake sharing...
Bought some on the way, but her back must hurt. Annoying old bastards... Grimacing, I got up and inspected the decor, furniture, kitchenware. All top-notch, even if I wasn't an expert.
Feels like a newlywed couple's place. Image of Chae-a in a wedding dress flashed and vanished. Hiding in the bathroom to fantasize? Gotta apologize internally...
"...Huh?" Wandering around, I spotted a weird remote. Clunky design, no fancy buttons. AC? Nah.
What's it for? Not dangerous, right? Dorms wouldn't have hazards. I climbed onto the bed, lay back, and fiddled with it.
[Adjust transparency]
"Hm, adjust transparency... what's that mean?" I pressed it randomly, and the room changed. Eyes wide, frozen—I spotted it instantly.
The bathroom? The glass wall, previously opaque, turned fully transparent. Perfect view inside from my bed. Caught everything at once.
"...Chae-a?" And I saw it. My dick sprang rock-hard instantly. There she was: squatting vulgarly, paper under her ass, one hand spreading her pussy to scoop my cum, the other kneading those huge tits or twisting a nipple. What guy wouldn't get hard?
I yanked the blanket over my lap just as her eyes—half-closed in bitchy bliss, face flushed—met mine.
"No, this wasn't on purpose..." I blurted an excuse, but my voice didn't reach her through the soundproofing. She mouthed something too—no dice.
"S-sorry! Really sorry!" Regaining some sense, I quickly reset the wall to opaque.
"...Chae-a."
"......"
"Seriously, my bad. Accident."
"......Sniff."
"Forgive me already, yeah?"
For the next three hours, Chae-a wouldn't talk to me.