The Norm of Semen Addiction (1)
Geon-yul's friends, having finished their meals first, stood up a step ahead and left the cafeteria. In contrast, Geum Ye-rin and I couldn't start eating until we'd made the male students cum and swallowed the semen in our mouths, so it took us forever to finish our food.
"Eat slowly, slowly. I'll wait."
"U-uh, okay."
"Told you she had a good owner. For real."
I had to eat in this incredibly awkward situation, sandwiched between Geon-yul's consideration and Geum Ye-rin's jealousy. And yet, the food was pretty tasty.
The semen is still lingering in my mouth, down my throat...
Semen didn't just slide down like water all at once. The sweet taste made it somewhat bearable, but that sticky semen texture clung to my mouth, refusing to let it feel fresh. Even when I swished my tongue around to clean every corner, it only made my tongue happy with the sweetness— I couldn't reach my throat. If I exaggerated a bit, it felt like my mouth, throat, and even stomach were all coated in Geon-yul's semen.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing."
But I didn't let it show. If I was honest with myself, having that sweet taste lingering in my mouth felt a little fortunate. It was a flavor I wanted to keep savoring, but begging for semen with my own mouth was something I absolutely couldn't do.
"Wanna take a walk around the field to digest?"
"Yeah, sure."
Unlike me, still lost in thoughts of his cock and semen, Geon-yul looked refreshed and in a great mood as he made the suggestion. I nodded without hesitation.
……This is bad. Really bad.
My body's... acting weird...
The moment I finished eating and left the cafeteria, I brushed my teeth meticulously. I scrubbed my mouth clean with the toothbrush, making sure there was no semen scent left, and after gulping down warm water a few times, the sticky semen in my throat seemed wiped away. I was satisfied.
But that satisfaction didn't last even an hour. There was still time before the next class, so Geon-yul and I decided to walk a lap around the field to aid digestion, but my stomach felt stuffy, and my mouth was dry and sticky.
I thought I'd cleaned it all— why?
No, that wasn't it. It was precisely because I'd cleaned it all that this was happening. Like sugar addiction, my body had marinated too deeply in that sweetness from earlier, now craving it nonstop.
Am I crazy? Have I really lost it?
It wasn't just wanting a sweet taste— it meant I wanted to taste Geon-yul's precum and semen again. And now, even precum wouldn't satisfy me anymore. The moment I tasted semen, nothing less sweet could cut it. It was fundamentally different from chocolate or candy, so no substitutes existed.
I've held out fine until now, please...
I pinched my thighs, bit my lips. But the craving wouldn't fade easily. I'd never even tried alcohol or smokes in my life, always saying, "If you have the willpower, anyone can quit." Now I resented my past self. Just one taste of semen, and I was like this— did that mean I'd have to endure this state forever?
Of course, I'd volunteer for the fellatio demo in the caressing class, but even waiting until then felt impossible.
"...So, for the weekend, it might be safest to just hole up in the dorm... Hey, you listening?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I am. What'd I miss?"
"Wipe your drool first. Falling asleep while walking?"
"Heh, hehe..."
When I snapped to, I was walking the field with Geon-yul. It felt like I'd been in the dorm just moments ago, but lost in thought, I'd wandered half in a daze, out of my mind.
"W-well, whatever. Weekend later. How about we revisit that thing from earlier?"
"That thing?"
"You know, for the caressing class demo later... we should figure out what needs work beforehand. Feedback, y'know."
"Oh, that."
Was Geon-yul ignoring that I was right there, or did he figure it didn't matter? He casually patted his crotch and looked up at the sky.
"...Wasn't bad at all? Never had another girl suck me off, so hard to compare..."
"Girl?"
"Ah, no, I mean, yeah. Someone else."
"...Right."
Geon-yul continued, sweating bullets. "Felt amazing. Usually first-timers— er, people— graze with teeth by accident, but you held it with your lips and warm mouth flesh. So skilled, like you'd done it before..."
"I'm dying, seriously."
"Pfft, kidding. But not lying. Didn't notice any flaws. You'll fool 'em like this."
"...Think so?"
"Call you a fellatio genius and you'll get mad?"
"Obviously."
I walked with my head slightly down, hands behind my back. If there'd been some flaw, I could've used it as an excuse for another practice round. What a shame...
No, what am I even thinking?
I cooled my burning face with my hand. I'd endured cock in my pussy and all sorts of humiliations while stubbornly holding onto my sense of self, yet now I was ready to abandon it over semen flavor?
That must never happen.
Geon-yul was my friend. And I wasn't some pervert thrilled by swallowing semen. I was just pretending to be a bitch to survive— I couldn't become a real one.
Yeah, calming down now. Just keep it like this. Earlier, his friends' prank made it seem like I wanted to suck his cock, but I'd never show myself eagerly throwing myself at him again. Never.
Then Geon-yul suddenly stopped and turned to me.
"Still, for the demo, better nail it for sure? Yesterday's acting was tough to sell without suspicion."
"Uh, wh-what?"
"If you're cool with it, one more practice round? You seem anxious."
"...Endless stamina, huh."
"Heh, your dick can go more. So, do it or not? Your call."
That deep, masculine voice whispered like a devil in my ear. No. Can't give in. One more time might pass safely, but choosing semen twice willingly? No turning back.
I had to voice my refusal. Absolutely!
"...Just once, then, sure."
Fuck. Guess I'm a spineless weak-willed idiot after all.
"H-here? Right now?"
The second Chae-a gave permission, I dragged her to the corner of the field. The field wasn't just us— it was crawling with students. Guys who'd wolfed down lunch and were playing soccer or basketball, girls pretending to stroll while hunting alpha male athletes' semen. All sorts there, but anyone glancing our way would see exactly what Chae-a and I were up to.
"What, go inside? Dorm room?"
"N-no! Not there! In the dorm..."
"Hmm."
Even knowing she'd drop trou soon, I hid my erection with every word from her. Unless it was full-on action time, I had to see her as my friend. Once it started, our dynamic flipped entirely. Friends to owner and pet.
She's off today, though.
Right after that bizarre morning pussy-cake incident? She seemed unwell, vibe totally different from usual.
Specifically after lunch.
Vague replies, chugging water nonstop. Sure, mouth full of semen might gross her out, but it felt different. Half-dazed, eyes shaky. And for some reason, they kept flicking between my crotch and my face. Honestly, saying it might get me called paranoid or yandere, but I was convinced.
Knowing the truth, naughty thoughts bubbled up.
...Just one day?
Chae-a wanted it desperately anyway, so I was just indulging her urge. Mode switch: instant.
"Th-then, pants down... haa..."
Chae-a's face flushed red with expectation. Heart shapes in her pupils wouldn't look out of place. She panted roughly, her desire plain as day.
Ziiiiip! Zipper down, pants down, undies yanked. My cock— over 20cm easy— cast its shadow over her face. Chae-a just trembled wordlessly. Then she gulped at the sight filling her vision.
"H-hek, hek, hek..."
"Wait."
Eyes rolled back, sniffing my cock greedily before lunging to suck— I gently stroked her head. At my command, she unwittingly stuck out her tongue, drooling and panting like a true bitch. Did she even realize her state? I gazed down fondly for a moment.
"Now..."
"Mmmph..."
Slurp, click. Her crotch, squatting again, dripped pussy juice in drops. Top mouth and bottom mouth both drooling in heat. As someone said, she screamed natural bitch.
"Suck."
"Slurrrp..."
Glans in mouth at command, sucking eagerly. Aww, so cute. Imagining tomorrow's her, too embarrassed to face me— my lips twitched up already.