The Common Sense of Semen Addiction (2)
Whatever. At this point, it was all the same to me. Screw it, let it happen however it happens.
Sucking Kang Geon-yul's cock in the corner of the sports field where anyone could see us? No matter how I looked at it, this wasn't sane.
Slurp... chup... lick, lick...
But my body had long escaped the control of reason. The thrill of possibly getting caught in such a humiliating pose by someone else only made me hornier. I had definitely changed into something weird.
What's so great about sucking on this stupid meat stick anyway?
"You like it that much?"
"Hek, hek, hek...!"
I was too busy sucking to even answer. I didn't know why exactly, but whenever I sucked cock, it felt like all the worries and anxieties in the world just vanished. No more fretting about getting incinerated as a social misfit, no more pressure from the upcoming blowjob demo in class. It was amazing. It was just a chunk of salty flesh, so why did sucking it make me so happy?
At this point, it deserved a cool name like "Happy Stick" instead of something crude like cock, meat rod, or dick bat.
'Why do drugs? Why drink booze? Fellatio feels even better. Semen tastes even sweeter.'
I even wished this moment could last forever—sucking Geon-yul's cock without a care, getting my head petted. Shame? I couldn't feel it anymore. I couldn't even find a reason to feel it. Wasn't sucking cock just serving someone else while making yourself happy? In a way, it was devotion to others.
Though, admittedly, my own greed was growing in the process.
'Ah... I wanna touch my pussy.'
Sometimes in porn or hentai, you'd see women sucking a guy's dick while furiously fingering themselves. I thought it was because they got turned on by having a cock in their mouth, but for me, it was the sweet precum making my body burn even hotter.
'If I just brush my clit right now, I'd probably cum...'
Curiosity and lust were overpowering the fear of overstimulation. Since I was squatting, my pussy—chewing on my panties—was eagerly gaping, begging for something inside. Lewd juices were dripping steadily.
I decided to grant my pussy's wish.
"Hiiik—!!"
"Looked like you wanted it. That okay?"
But Geon-yul's toe beat my fingers to it. He was standing there receiving my fellatio, with me squatting in front of him, sucking away. That put my pussy right within reach if he stretched his foot a bit.
"Hngh, hrgggh...♡"
"Can't even hear me, huh? How about this?"
"Eek♡ N-nooo, don't tease my pussy with your toe...!!"
Maybe he sensed my hand heading for my pussy, because without hesitation, Geon-yul kicked off his shoe and wiggled his big toe against my soaked panties. My juices had soaked through so much that one spot was darkly stained—like an ad pointing right to my hole—and his toe targeted it relentlessly, probing in.
'It's not even a cock, don't swallow it whole...!'
The problem was, my starving pussy mistook the intruder for a cock come to spray semen and impregnate it, clenching and trying to gulp down the toe. Like a desperate concubine begging her lord not to leave, refusing to let go. It thought it was being passionate like a romance novel heroine, but to onlookers, it was pathetic.
"...Hey, what's that over there?"
"Looks like she's giving a blowjob?"
"Eating right before exercise, huh."
"Makes sense. They say sucking dick while fingering your pussy burns a ton of calories."
That's when it happened. A horde of guys finishing basketball and joining the soccer game spotted us. Countless male students stared our way.
"N-no, don't look...!"
I tried to cover my ugly face—cheeks hollowed from sucking so greedily with my empty hand—but Geon-yul wouldn't allow it. Instead, he gave a new order.
"Use your hands on your nipples. Twist 'em, tease the areolas, pinch and play—whatever, both sides."
"Y-yes!"
I obeyed without hesitation, just like I'd been taught. My rock-hard, erect nipples had been begging for attention anyway. I'd prioritized my pussy, but with Geon-yul's toe fucking it, I could now freely flick and twist them to my heart's content.
"Hiii!"
As soon as my hands touched my nipples, the hypersensitive buds exploded, arching my back like a bow. My bent waist shuddered upright in spasms. And just like that, the ultimate pervert bitch was complete: tweaking her own nipples, getting her pussy toyed with by a toe, slurping away at cock.
'...Huh?'
Is this right? Even if it was acting to avoid suspicion in public, wasn't this too much? My current look... it's way too pathetic.
"What're you doing, mouth open? Suck the cock."
"Yes, Master!"
Self-loathing surged, but licking Geon-yul's urethral slit for more precum washed it away, leaving me blissed out and thoughtless. The weird cycle repeated: gloom, then cock-sucking bliss.
"Whoa, I'm a pure love guy myself, but someday I want a bitch like that."
"Yeah, those girls gathered to watch the game are all perverts who put their own fun over serving their masters."
"Female bitches, that's why. They dream of being hookers or sugar babies—grab what they can and enjoy. Bitches are way better."
"True, human toilets and onaholes are too filthy."
"They're for quick nut-busting, not long-term dick-houses."
Unbelievable. I was going viral as the ideal bitch. The exercising guys were seriously considering adopting one like me. I felt good knowing I'd helped aspiring bitches find owners—and hoped those guys became great masters, just like Geon-yul.
"What? Why the proud face? What're you thinking?"
"N-nothing? Ahgo(ah, nothing)."
"Chae-a, can't understand you with your mouth full."
"Hehe...!"
I grinned sheepishly but kept the cock in my mouth. My hands sped up, roughly kneading my breasts past just the nipples. Geon-yul's toe, slick with my pussy juice, mercilessly plunged into my panties.
"Hah, hah, gonna cum...!"
I could tell without him saying. His glans swelled, and that sweet scent—mine alone—wafted strongly from within. The smell that turned me into an idiot. I stopped pinching my nipples, just circling the areolas, prepping to cum with him.
Chup-chup-chup-chup-slurp!
The intensity and speed ramped up. A vacuum blowjob, face be damned. Geon-yul's lower body twitched, ready to fire.
"Ngh, c-cumming!"
With a low groan, hot, sticky fluid flooded my mouth. Even his second load of the day filled it to overflowing, spilling down my throat and even bubbling up my nose. To survive, I gulped desperately.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
"Puhah—!!"
Regrettably, I didn't cum with Geon-yul, lost in the sweet taste. But I climaxed late, tweaking my nipples. Squirt—squiiirt— Pussy juice sprayed out. My panties failed utterly. Legs spread wide, I panted slowly, juices streaming.
"Hoo, hoo...!"
Pooong—
"Puhaha! Chae-a, what's that on your nose?"
"Huh? Nose? Eek! What's this?!"
A few breaths in, semen bubbled from my nose. Separate from sexual shame, the embarrassment of the sight made me want to die. I tried covering my face, but pop! The bubble burst, splattering everywhere.
"What is thiiiis...!"
I pouted. Not from the bubble itself, but because my body was still burning. I'd thought one orgasm and plenty of longed-for semen would calm me—hell, the sheer volume had my belly bulging like I was full—but no.
'Why do I wanna suck more...? Am I really crazy?'
I shook my head, biting my lip. First things first, change panties before class. ...Way too soaked.
Luckily, the two practice rounds nailed the blowjob demo in Lovemaking Studies. The teacher even suggested to Geon-yul—my master—that I join the campus mouth-pussy service committee.
No pride in that. Just shame.
But the problem persisted.
'This is definitely some disease. No doubt.'
I wouldn't crave semen like this if I were sane. Something was wrong. I'd suspected it vaguely but avoided the doctor.
'What if it's not a disease?'
I was 90% sure it was, but that 10% unnerved me. What if the doctor said I was just a pure semen enthusiast? No clue how I'd cope.
Tense, I visited the health room with Geon-yul. Good news: I had a disease.
"Adding the Sweet Semen function causes a glitch on first intake, leading to semen addiction symptoms for about a day. It'll pass on its own, so don't worry."
"Thank you so much, Teacher...!"
"Oh, tomorrow it'll improve, but there might be aftereffects. Listen up for the treatment."
Semen addiction aftereffects? Horrifying just hearing it. I'd do anything to eradicate this curse turning me into someone else.
"Sniff semen regularly for a week. For you, just ask Geon-yul here."
What? Sniff semen?
"No big deal."
Geon-yul said flatly, glancing at me like pondering dinner. Totally casual.
"I'll leave the tissue I jerked off with in the bathroom every morning. Use that. Once a day enough?"
"Yes, but be careful. Bitches lack guys' self-control—might unfold and eat a semen-stained tissue if left alone."
"Ew, not even fresh cum? They eat that?"
"Don't underestimate bitches. Have Geon-yul supervise the sniffing."
"...I can do that much."
I stayed silent through it all, realizing chiming in with crazy people was pointless. Meanwhile, Geon-yul clenched his fists at me.
"Get better soon, Chae-a! Fighting!"
After hesitating, I played along.
"Yes, Chae-a will sniff Master's semen and power through!"
...God, I hate myself.