Common Sense on Semen Addiction Treatment (2)
My head felt all floaty, like it was bobbing aimlessly. I couldn't even remember how the past week had slipped by. Enduring nonstop stimulation without touching myself was way too much for me. Was it day five now? Or six? Dates were a blur. I'd told myself to hang in there just a little longer, but after days piled up one after another, I hit my limit.
I couldn't. If Geon-yul caught me masturbating, he'd add some weird function to my bitch collar. He'd be able to toy with me however he wanted, to his exact tastes. And here I'd been trying so hard to hold back. I'd even grabbed a tissue stained with his cum that morning on my way out, but anxiety kept pushing off any serious self-play.
I hemmed and hawed right up until the final bell rang, signaling the start of Caressing Studies. But the moment I gripped the dildo, something felt off.
It's smaller than Geon-yul's...
I had no clue how much time had passed since then, but memories from Sex Ed class flooded back—the day I'd given my virginity to Geon-yul. Me, pinned under a guy, getting pounded like a proper bitch. I'd dismissed it all as acting, told myself I didn't like dick or anything, but that was a lie. The truth was, I'd felt an insane rush of pleasure. Way stronger than anything as a guy—dozens of times more intense.
A stiff cock sliding in and out of my slick, sopping pussy hole. Then him flooding my womb with thick cum, kickstarting the sacred process that'd make a baby resembling Mom and Dad. That's all it was. And yet, just recalling that day sent me into heat.
I couldn't forget the sensation of Geon-yul's glans stabbing deep under my womb, the warm gush of semen filling me up, or that voice of his licking my nipples while spewing nonstop filthy insults. It had to be the pent-up lust from the no-fap rule, mixed with my semen addiction messing me up. No way I'd get turned on by thoughts like these if I were normal.
Better to just masturbate.
Staying like this felt like something inside me was about to snap. Breaking the promise outright and jacking off to drop my arousal seemed smartest. At least then I wouldn't fantasize about getting fucked anymore.
That was the logic winning out in my head. The risk of adding lewd features to my collar paled next to how grossed out I felt getting wet over imagining Geon-yul railing me right now.
"Teacher, may I use the bathroom?"
I'd been unconsciously stabbing my pussy through my panties with the class-issued dildo the whole time, but I set it down and shot my hand up.
Time to get off and get some air.
Being in the same room as Geon-yul was stirring up too much guilt. He thought of someone like me as a friend, watching over me while I masturbated, and here I was getting horny next to him, reliving our fuck sessions.
Honestly, the idea of getting caught mid-jerk in the hall and penalized with collar upgrades scared me less than Geon-yul looking at me with contempt, thinking I was a real bitch who couldn't even hold back.
...Gotta at least try not to get busted.
Geon-yul had probably noticed I was off to masturbate. He might follow any second. I needed somewhere he wouldn't think to check.
Where? Rooftop like in some naughty manga? Door was locked. Field or nearby park? Too far, too exposed—I didn't want outdoor play anyway. My lame imagination defaulted to the bathroom.
Out-of-the-way spot, class time—no one's coming, right?
Last psychological ploy: He'd assume a girl's body like mine meant the women's room. So I aimed for the men's instead.
I'm not some perv—how could I jerk in the women's bathroom?
Masturbating in a public toilet creeped me out enough, but the women's? On a whole other level. With my lingering guy instincts, I couldn't shake the revulsion.
...Truth be told, the men's room still felt more familiar and comfy.
"Hoo."
I calmed my pounding heart and slipped into the men's bathroom. Empty, thank god.
"No one's here... right?"
Fear of someone barging in had me darting to the farthest stall. I flipped up the seat, planted my ass down—cold metal drew a tiny whimper, but no one heard.
I teased my nipples for some foreplay, then spread my legs wide in an M and rubbed my pussy. It was soaked without a touch; working my nips and slit together nearly made me cum on the spot. I even pulled out the cum-stained tissue from my skirt pocket, buried my nose in it, and breathed deep—heaven. Just hours apart, but my body had craved that sweet semen scent.
"Uuheee...♡"
Slowly, I started plunging my pussy. No phone meant relying on my hottest porn and hentai memories to fuel the fantasy.
"Unngh..."
Something was wrong. Busty, slutty girls flashed in my mind endlessly, but nothing satisfied. Absentmindedly pistoning away, I stumbled on new jerkbait.
Again? Why won't you leave?! Get out of my head!
Geon-yul fucking me in front of the class girls. I hadn't picked it—it just popped up when I went hunting for smut. But weirdly, that memory cranked my arousal to eleven. My softening nipples hardened again; my limp clit stood at attention. My whole body felt hypersensitive.
"Uh, uheeeek?!"
Geon-yul pinning me down came back vivid as hell. His cock spearing into my untouched pussy—I'd never forget the sight. His tongue on my tits made my body shudder involuntarily. Maybe because it was real? Felt way more intense than manga visuals or porn audio.
This is wrong...
Masturbating to memories of Geon-yul fucking me, yet knowing it was messed up. Treating my closest friend as jerk-off fodder? I'd come here to shake these thoughts, and now they were my fuel. I hated myself for not stopping.
Self-loathing swirled. Me, a guy, fantasizing about getting railed solo. And the man raping me in my head? None other than Geon-yul. But every time, my fantasy self got hornier, fucking back harder.
"Beee— slurp, sluuuurp..."
Couldn't hold back—I unfolded the tissue and lapped up the cum. I'd mocked bitches who lost control, never dreaming it'd be me. Semen addiction confirmed.
I bucked my hips wildly, imagining a guy bursting through the stall door to rape me. No need to picture his face—it morphed into Geon-yul's the instant I thought "man."
Geon-yul shoving his cock in, calling me a human toilet. Disappointed I'm just a bitch after all, finger-banging my pussy to ruin. Slapping my ass for not holding back, creampieing without asking. Geon-yul, Geon-yul, Geon-yul.
I mindlessly moaned his name in my fantasy. Sneaking a solo session in the men's room, desperately calling out to the one friend who knew my true self. Not even aloud—just in my head.
"C-cumming—! Uheeeek—! Hiiiik♡"
Spluuurt—spluuuush—!
Pathetic as hell, I squirted everywhere, soaking the floor in a massive flood. Lewd juices dripped from my thighs to the tiles with wet plops; a few more jets, and I slumped, limbs twitching sporadically.
What time is it? One more round...?
That tempting thought crossed my mind—
Screeech...
The door creaked open. Someone entered. A face I knew well.
Like a thief caught red-handed or a kid busted scarfing snacks behind Mom's back, my body froze stiff.
"G-Geon-yul...?"
Coincidence? Or did he follow? But relief and anticipation hit first, drowning out suspicion.
Thank god it's Geon-yul—not some scary stranger. That was relief.
...He's hard? That was anticipation.
My eyes locked not on his face or eyes, but his crotch. His fully erect cock tented his pants boldly. I could read his filthy intentions clear as day. Without a command from me, my pussy drooled leftover squirt, begging for him.
Pussy, calm down. Yeah, he's the guy from my fantasy, but this is reality—not a wet dream. No naughty stuff. He's my friend. My close friend. So even if my pussy aches for cock, I can't beg first...
"The cure for semen addiction is creampies."
What?