Common Sense Treatment for Semen Addiction (1)
After that, I kept a close eye on Chae-a for a full week. The first and second days were fine. Every morning, when she sniffed the fresh cum I'd just shot onto a tissue, her panties got a little wet, but that was about it—no big reaction.
The problems started on the third day. The third and fourth days were the weekend. Normal students don't go to school on weekends; they do other stuff instead. The guys take regular part-time jobs or go out to have fun, while the girls—though demand isn't huge—shoot AVs or hook up with older guys for pocket money. Female bitches build that up as experience on their resumes, and bitches hand every penny straight to their owners.
Anyway, weekends should be packed with that kind of action, but Chae-a and I were holed up in the room the whole time. She's always been the homebody type, so that made sense for her. I stayed in to monitor her—couldn't risk leaving and having her pull some stunt.
I'm not raising a real dog or anything. Jeez.
So up through the weekend, Chae-a looked fine to me. But come Monday, her condition tanked fast, so I had to conclude the weekend was the culprit. I'd been glued to her 24/7, so I figured she hadn't masturbated even once. But when Monday hit and I caught her furtively touching herself while glancing around, I knew for sure.
She hasn't done it yet.
She'd deliberately skipped the bra that day, poking and twisting her nipples with a pen, or pretending to scratch an itch while brushing her pussy area. The funny part? She thought she was being sneaky, but it was obvious to me. Those sneaky glances showed she knew I was there, but damn, how was she so bad at hiding it? Looked like she'd never been good at lying.
What to do?
I decided to watch and wait. Calling her out now would just let her deny it—nothing blatant, no catching her red-handed.
Truth is, this was her promise to herself, but I was diving in so hard for a reason. Friendship? Sure, partly... but.
"If I can't hold out and masturbate, add one function of your choice to this collar. As long as it's not too weird."
Adding a function to her bitch collar? She must've hated agreeing to that, but it was her desperate move for abstinence. I'd already been daydreaming about what to add.
Breast milk? Or forced heat?
Front one means watching her panic in public when milk leaks out. Back one lets me control her lust whenever I want. Could be just for teasing... or more.
Chae-a had been acting less like my longtime male buddy and more unbelievable with each passing day. Honestly, over the past week, my switch to "bitch mode" kept glitching. She looked like a bitch in full heat all day, cum-hungry and feral.
And she pretty much was.
Gotta think more on the collar function.
Surprisingly, she held out through the fifth and sixth days. Or does grinding her thighs against the desk corner while pretending to chat with friends count as holding out?
She got lewder by the hour. And then the big finale: the last day.
All week, the cum tissues I'd given her ended up in the bathroom trash. She'd sniff them in front of me, then head to the toilet. Leaving them in the living room would've had her drooling all day, so bathroom was smart.
But on the last day, a twist.
"The tissue's gone."
Only one person in the room could've taken it. Chae-a must've finally psyched herself up.
Today, I watched Chae-a extra closely. I couldn't join her Sex Studies or Caressing classes, so I roped in her friend, Geum Ye-rin, for backup. Luckily, she was touched by my resolve to cure Chae-a's condition and agreed right away.
"How's it going?"
"She hasn't gone yet. Her skirt pocket's bulging—probably got the tissue in there—but she seems hesitant."
"Hmm... keep eyes on her."
Time flew to Caressing class, which Chae-a and I shared. The girls got dildos issued and learned masturbation techniques. Nothing for me to do, so I wandered, pretending to observe, but laser-focused on her.
Chae-a rubbed the practice dildo on her soft belly or poked her pussy through her panties. Her face? A week of pent-up lust had her half-gone—heart eyes wouldn't look out of place. Constant heat mode. She'd reached that peak after seven days dry.
"Mm..."
Then it happened. She fiddled with her pocket, grabbed the dildo, and pondered hard. A faint moan escaped, but she set it down and shyly raised her hand.
"Yes? Chae-a, something wrong?"
"...Could I go to the bathroom?"
Here it comes! My gut screamed. This was the moment. She didn't even glance my way anymore. Her eyes sparkled like she'd make this the grandest masturbation of her life, squirting in ultimate bliss after a week held back.
"Go ahead."
Teacher's okay, and Chae-a bolted like a bullet. I chased right after.
No stairs—she headed straight down the hall. School's full of sneaky spots if you know where to look. But Chae-a was newish, homebody on weekends, straight home after school weekdays. No clue about hideouts.
So bathroom was probably legit, not a smokescreen.
Bingo.
I saw her duck into the bathroom alley. Trailing from afar, I crept closer.
"Gone."
She vanished at the men's and women's split. Where? I thought calmly.
Chae-a rarely hit public restrooms outside home—head hurt picking men's or women's. But now? No hesitation, straight in.
Had to be men's. Women's would've taken minutes of dithering.
Men's is easier from my side too.
I slipped in quiet. Sure enough, the end stall was locked. Good thing I was stealthy—she (or whoever) inside hadn't noticed.
"Sniiiiif—haaah~ Yeah, that's it...!"
Chae-a's voice, half-moan of ecstasy. Just us two in here, but still—too careless? Men's room, after all. Betting it all on her bitch collar?
Soon, wet squelching started.
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
"Fuuuuck, so gooood...♡"
Hearing her clear voice shocked me. That tone, those sounds—no way from my once-guy friend. Just a female bitch in there. One who couldn't contain her lust, forgot her own promise.
One more day—half even. But she caved, submitting to pussy pleasure. Was this really my buddy? Couldn't accept it anymore.
"Hngh, ahh... hiiih!"
Trembling soprano lost in bliss. No man could hit those high notes, let alone moan like that. My friend? Nah. That was the bitch.
Flashback to ten days ago hit me. Pinned under me, panting excitedly, moaning in joy as her pussy clenched my cock tight. That bitch was probably in there now. Not my friend.
I'd jerked off countless times to stealing that bitch's first. The cum I'd given her this week? All shot to those memories. Her soft flesh embracing me fully—plush tits, spankable ass, slim waist mismatched to it, breeding-optimized hips, slutty face. If chance came, I'd hold her once more. Ram my cock in that pussy.
And now? Seemed like the chance.
Creeeak...
"Huh? What, why's the door opening?"
Half-limp mutter from inside. Yep, not my friend—a bitch. As a guy, she'd know men's stalls don't lock well on this floor.
Door open, Chae-a's sight was a spectacle. Floor soaked in her pussy juice, uniform and undies stripped off. Only dog ears headband, tail plug, and socks on. Sitting on the toilet, legs splayed vulgarly, plunging her pussy deep. Even teasing her clit.
No sign of stopping even with me there.
"G-Geon-yul...? How'd you...?"
"Heard everything outside."
"Sorry..."
"If you're sorry, stop fingering your pussy."
"I-I couldn't help it, really sorry... but per the deal, add a function to the collar, okay? Don't be mad..."
"Not mad. That's just who you are."
"Huh?"
While she blinked confused, I scanned around and spoke again.
"Where's the cum tissue? Tossed it?"
"No? Super sorry about that too... I swallowed it."
"What? Ate the tissue?"
"C'mon, who eats tissue~? Licked the cum off and tossed it."
She stuck her tongue out to prove it—white flecks of tissue soaked in spit dotted it.
"Sorry, broke the promise..."
"Nah, now it's clear."
Up till now, I'd tried splitting "friend Chae-a" from "bitch Chae-a." Mistake. Both are just Chae-a. No need to separate.
Look at now. I swore it was the bitch in here, but seeing her face, I'm chatting casual like with Chae-a.
"What's up?"
"You're my friend, right?"
"Yeah...?"
"You're my bitch too."
"W-Well, yeah."
"Can be both at once, right."
Right then, the switch in my head—friend mode vs. bitch mode—vanished. Or maybe never existed. Just my close pal turning out to be a bitch. Nothing changes. Now we know her slutty side, we help each other. That's friendship.
World changed, body changed—relationships should too. I'd been too soft on her out of fear. Should've tamed her ages ago.
"H-Hey, why grab my thighs? Lemme finish what I was doing..."
"You know eating more cum made your addiction worse, right?"
"Yeah, knew the risk when I did it."
"Got a cure to fix it all."
Her eyes lit up. Pulled fingers from pussy, raised hand.
"What?"
"Creampie."
"Eh?"
I dropped pants and boxers, slapped my rock-hard cock on her outer lips. Rubbing her soaked pussy lubed it right up.
"Cum's poison through the mouth, medicine through the pussy."
"R-Really? For real?"
"Obviously."
"Makes sense, you're more experienced... yeah, you know."
"Open your womb, fill with my cum—addiction gone. Trust me?"
"Yeah, I do."
Bald-faced lie. But no more hesitating to fuck Chae-a. What's wrong with a guy railing a horny bitch? She's a bitch before friend, pussy-owner before bitch. Pussy's for cock.
Need more explanation? I'd take responsibility. No eyes for other girls. Not stud enough for multiples. Wanted to knock her up now, but.
She's not thinking straight. Later, slow.
I throbbed my cock a few times; she instantly doggy'd up. Flipped toilet lid, belly down, shoved her huge ass at me. Self-fuck sweat and juices mixed into slutty scent.
"Ugh, face-to-face is embarrassing..."
"Yeah, this works. Ass is fucking huge—love it."
I swatted the wagging tail aside, smacked her cheeks red-print loud, aimed at her hole. Even big cocks might struggle with that grip.
"Putting it in?"
"Y-Yeah, do it."
"More desperate. Forgot class?"
"Please stick your cock in Chae-a's pussy to cure me!"
Good enough. Gripped her birthing hips, slammed in.
To who? My best friend, slutty bitch.
Squish-!
"Hiyaaah♡"
"Cumming already?"
"C-Cumming! Too big, went in and—hngh!"
"Pussy was flooding. Premature pussy, total."
"Couldn't help it. Hit so deep... why extra deep today?"
She peeked back.
"Your cock bigger?"
"Grow in ten days? Doggy hits deeper. Gonna thrust way forward like this."
"Ah, aaa..."
Tense? Excited? Her pussy clenched hard.
"Cl-Classes almost over? Everyone'll rush bathrooms—hurry..."
I smacked her pale ass red-handed.
"Then give 'em a show. Sneak in men's for pussy play? This is what happens~."
"H-Hngh..."
Pretend-sob, but "pussy bitch" made her grip stickier. True masochist bitch.