The Common Sense of Fellatio (3)
"What's going on?"
Kang Geon-yul, who had looked utterly baffled the moment he arrived, nodded in understanding after hearing the full explanation straight from Geum Ye-rin. Sure, he'd had a flicker of confusion on his face for a second, but I was the only one who noticed.
"Not a big deal or anything."
He acted all nonchalant as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. The feel of someone else's hand—anyone but mine—touching my belly didn't sit right. But I wasn't the same girl who'd whined shamelessly in front of everyone just moments ago. No, now I could slap on a poker face and play the part.
"Hehe, Master, let me suck your cock~"
Glancing at Geum Ye-rin for approval, I stroked the front of Geon-yul's pants with my hand. Without a second's delay, a bulge sprang up right there. Just a few strokes from me, and he was rock hard.
"Hngh, ngh."
Honestly, I still couldn't quite wrap my head around it. Me, putting Geon-yul's dick in my mouth? And sucking it hard enough to swallow his load? But questioning it now? I'd seen and experienced way weirder shit than this. Steel resolve, I pressed my body tight against Geon-yul's side and headed to get my food.
Who knew I'd be eating school lunch again.
I grabbed a stainless steel tray and scooped out whatever I wanted. A memory flashed back—back when I went to school as a guy, piling rice like a mountain and loading up on meat.
Can't do that now.
Even as I reached for that much, I ended up smiling bitterly and pulling back. I'd learned from the past few days: a woman's stomach is tiny compared to a man's. It fills up quick, and overeating makes your belly poke out obviously—super embarrassing. In normal clothes, maybe it'd be fine, but everyone knows my uniform... it's barely there. Not just my lower tits, but my whole stomach's on display. Any bloat, and it's visible from every angle.
Back when I hadn't adjusted to this body's limits, I'd stuffed myself anyway, and my belly swelled up. Geon-yul poked it teasingly, and I was furious. We made up later, but even now, I don't get why it pissed me off so much. He'd have gotten less heat for groping my tits.
"Hm? What's this?"
"Says 'Male students only'..."
"It's just meat. What's the difference?"
At the end of the serving line, there was a weird sign. A dish only boys could take—no girls allowed. I stared hard, trying to figure out what made this meat special, but nothing clicked.
"Think about it backwards."
"Backwards how?"
Geum Ye-rin, way more experienced than me or Geon-yul in this world and its lewd knowledge, chimed in.
"It's not extra for the boys—it's less for the girls on purpose. The meals are balanced for even nutrition across the board, but bitches get their protein elsewhere, so they skimp on it here."
"Elsewhere... protein?"
"Yeah, like I said earlier. Bitches get an appetizer of cum before chow time. Forgot already?"
"N-no, no way. How could I forget that?"
So semen protein counts as part of the meal. They plan the menu around it. Blame the nutritionist? By then, Geon-yul had already grabbed his tray and headed to a seat. I hurried to join him, but froze.
Where the hell do I sit?
The chair next to him was taken by another guy, and across too. Looked like everyone was already grouped up, and Geon-yul had squeezed in.
But it felt totally natural, like they'd been buddies forever. And sure enough, my guess was spot on.
"Oh, these guys are my friends from class. Got close over the last few days."
"Ah..."
"And this is Yoo Chae-a, remember I mentioned her? My personal bitch."
First time seeing Geon-yul's classmates. He'd probably spotted Bitch Class girls in sex ed, but I'd never been to the boys' class. Annoyed as hell at him springing this intro without warning, but what could I do?
"Hehe, hi everyone. I'm bitch Chae-a."
No mistakes this time—I hiked up my skirt properly, flashed my panties, and wiggled my hips. Three or four guys' eyes locked dead center on my crotch. Too late, I realized: my panties were wedged tight, axe-wound cameltoe on full display.
"Cute little bitch."
"Where'd you pick this one up?"
"Not from a pet shop, right?"
"The one next to her's cute too."
Caught off guard, Geum Ye-rin flipped her skirt too, showing panties and shaking her ass. Unlike me, she looked genuinely blissful. Seeing her face, then the guys', it hit me: she's native to this world, not an ex-guy like me. Makes sense.
Why are they all kinda hot?
Birds of a feather? Geon-yul and the three other guys were all top-tier looks. No skinny weaklings—big builds, solid muscle, oozing that masculinity I no longer had.
"Hey, before the fellatio, let's ask 'em that."
"What?"
"Which of us they like best. They pick the fave and suck his dick."
"Ooh, nice idea?"
I blinked wide at their convo. First time meeting, and with us right there, they just casually spew dirty talk.
"You get it, right? One minute—kneel, crawl under the table, and suck your favorite's cock."
"But Chae-a's Geon-yul's exclusive bitch, so she'll pick him for sure. Predictable."
"Not necessarily. If he says okay, she could go elsewhere. Who knows later."
"Hm..."
Geon-yul eyed me intently, then turned to his friends with a big laugh.
"Let's do it! It's a game! This time, Chae-a gets a choice. You can suck someone else's dick besides your master."
"...For real?"
I shot him a suspicious look. Yesterday's sex, getting caught masturbating—he'd been teasing me. Maybe payback time. If I picked another guy's dick over his, it'd bruise his ego.
But...
"For real. Worried I'll retaliate?"
"You say that now, then spank the shit outta me later?"
"Can't sit tomorrow, pfft!"
"If Geon-yul punishes you, come to oppa. I'll let you sit on my lap. Might stick something in your pussy though."
No way. I'd tried Geon-yul's cock in my pussy, jerked it off by hand—still daunting to suck it. First-time randos? Forget it. Beyond revenge, it just didn't appeal. Too big a hurdle for petty payback.
And honestly, I wasn't that mad at him now. This morning proved he's a gentleman compared to trash owners. If I'm stuck here, being his bitch is best.
And... embarrassing to admit, but of these four, Geon-yul's the hottest, right?
Not bro-code praise or pet-bond haze. Pure, objective ranking: he's the top guy. Geum Ye-rin backed it up.
"You really gonna suck someone besides Geon-yul? Then lemme have his. Okay?"
"...No."
"Hng, fine then."
She knew her limits, at least.
"Alright... one minute starts now!"
We set our trays down, dropped to our knees, and crawled on all fours like real bitches. Skirts flipped up, asses bare, tits sagging under gravity. I shook my tail plug wildly. Same for Ye-rin. We wiggled our hips seductively, crawling under the table.
This is gonna feel normal soon...
Four guys looming down, eyeing us like street mutts. Humiliation hit hard, plus this crushing submission. Eye-level gap packs a punch—I never knew.
"Hng~"
Ye-rin hummed happily like it was a cock buffet, pondering her pick. Me? Straight to Geon-yul's crotch, no hesitation.
"Hngh, you end up there after all?"
"Y-yeah."
"Okay, I'm here then."
Under the table, no faces—just crotches. What if I picked wrong? Panicking if it wasn't him. I'd scoped positions coming in, but now doubting myself.
"Ahng, yah!"
"Wh-why ram your ass into me!"
Suddenly, something soft squished my ass. Obvious what: Ye-rin's butt. Simple reason—she picked the guy opposite Geon-yul. Tight space crammed with our meaty bodies.
"Your ass is fucking huge! Lose some weight!"
"Yours is bigger, Ye-rin! Anyway, scoot forward—too cramped!"
Every shift just made us sweat and bump flesh. Am I a pig? Fat's all tits and ass... but that's fine, right?
Focus.
Back on track, I buried my face in Geon-yul's crotch and inhaled. Pants still on, but sweet scent lingered. He took my breath as cue, unzipped.
Ziiiiip!
Panties peeked, then down with pants—his cock flopped out, throbbing.
"Hoo, hoo..."
Sweet dick smell numbed my brain. Lower belly clenched, thighs tingling.