Common Sense Cure for Semen Addiction (3)
I almost believed it for a moment. He said it so confidently, with such utter conviction. What a ridiculous load of crap. How the hell could sex—flooding my womb with hot cum—be a treatment for semen addiction? I'm no genius, but even I could spot the bullshit from a mile away.
"Believe me."
But I didn't resist. Why? Hell if I know. It just felt like the right thing to do. My brain was still fried from the orgasm, not firing on all cylinders, and my pussy was calling the shots way more than my head was. Back when I was a guy, my dick would occasionally hijack my brain, but now? It was all pussy power.
I slyly arched my ass toward Geon-yul. Doggy style. I worried for a second about the smell, but he didn't say a word—just slammed into me like a beast.
"Treat my pussy by shoving your cock in it, please!"
"Shut your mouth."
"Eek!"
"I said shut it."
"B-but your cock♡ It's so big♡"
It was sex that felt more animal than human. Not fucking or making love—straight-up mating. And before long, my reason evaporated completely.
"Heuk—hngh—ahang♡"
"Ha, yeah, that's the stuff. Fuck, it squeezes so damn tight."
Geon-yul kept praising my pussy as he gripped my hips and rocked his waist. The doggy angle let him plunge so deep, jabbing my cervix like a needle, sending electric jolts straight to my brain. To endure the pleasure crashing over me with every thrust, I had to clench my fists tight.
"Open your hands. What, you gonna hit me with 'em?"
"N-no... It's just... you're so rough..."
"Yeah, like you'd ever hit me. Getting hit, though? Different story."
"What do you even—hiiik?!"
Smack! The second I spread my hands against the wall, Geon-yul's palm cracked across my ass. My plump cheeks rippled like waves crashing on the shore. I couldn't see it, but a red handprint was definitely blooming there.
"See? You squeeze even tighter when I spank you."
"N-no, that's just..."
"Again?"
"Ohook?!"
"Damn, got myself a Geon-yul certified stamp. Palm-shaped and everything."
"Treating me like some slab of meat at the butcher..."
"Want another spank?"
"Hiiik!"
I figured he'd hit the other cheek this time, but nope—no mercy. He smacked the same spot again. My ass burned hot, throbbing with pain. I twitched, hot tears welling up as my stinging cheeks quivered.
"Why do you keep spanking me... it hurts..."
"Hurts? Bullshit, you love this stuff."
I wagged my tail instead of answering. Couldn't deny it, not with a conscience like mine. Truth was, my body—or maybe me—had some serious masochistic wiring. Not just the spanking; even the dirty talk got me fired up. Still, it did hurt...
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! Geon-yul's pelvis slapped against my firm ass, and his heavy balls—working overtime to churn out more cum—tapped my clit with every thrust. Drool poured from my mouth each time. Soon my face was a total mess.
Don't let anyone see my face right now♡
Doggy was a godsend. In missionary, I'd be showing off tears, snot, drool—the whole pathetic, sloppy disaster. No way I wanted him seeing my half-lidded eyes and flushed bitch-face either.
"Hngh, haa..."
"Cum in me—squirt it deep, fill me up♡"
How long did he pound me like that? Geon-yul showed no signs of blowing his load. So I reached back carefully with one hand—a hesitant plea after some internal debate.
"The hell's this?"
"Hold my hand..."
"Pull both hands back and fuck you like a dog?"
"......"
I nodded silently. Without my hands bracing the wall, my tits squished flat against the toilet lid. It hurt, but I ignored it. Half-excited, half-nervous, I waited to see if he'd actually grab me.
"Got a better handle right here."
Geon-yul shattered my hopes instantly. No hand-holding—instead, he yanked my black hair with one hand and seized my jaw with the other, shoving fingers into my mouth.
"Suck 'em hard. Like a blowjob."
"Mmph...!"
Saltiness hit my tongue, and I instinctively pursed my lips around his fingers, licking every knuckle like it was my duty. He kept hammering away regardless, yanking my hair like it might rip out—but he didn't give a damn. If anything, the rough handling turned me on more; my free hand twisted a nipple hard.
"Time to fill that womb with cum?"
"Mmph, mmf...!"
"Oh, forgot these were still in."
"Pfah!"
No point hiding anymore. I wasn't thinking past this moment—just craving harder pleasure. Geon-yul's cock pounding my pussy felt like pure love. I wished it'd last forever.
"C-cum inside! Cure my sick body, please!"
"Then squeeze that pussy tight. I'm revving up now."
He released my hair and pulled his fingers from my mouth, gripped my hips, and went berserk—waist pistoning at insane speed.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
Geon-yul meant it when he said he was speeding up. The motorcycle he was riding? My body.
"Hiiiik♡ S-slow down, just a little..."
"Nngh, cumming—cumming in your pussy...!"
"Give me your cum, cuuum♡"
"You semen-addicted slut... Fuck, you love cum that much? More than your owner?"
"Geon-yul's my f-friend... Cum's not—hngh! It's medicine to punish this cheeky bitch♡"
"Oh yeah? Let's see that medicine work, then. Like childhood shots—spank your ass red while I inject cum straight into your pussy hole. Try holding out."
"Wait♡ I already lost to the smell♡ Real cum? No chance♡ Your mini-Geon-yuls, three billion strong—how am I supposed to win♡"
"Here it cuuums—!!"
Splurt, spluuurt, spurt, spluuurt...
"Eek?! Hiiiiiik! So hot..."
Geon-yul's cum cannon blasted my womb raw. Just like those childhood shots, he spanked my ass beet-red over and over, wringing out every drop. I couldn't do a thing—just impaled on his cock, taking it all helplessly. Until my womb overflowed, my tight pussy overflowed, and it dripped down my thighs.
Ding-dong-da-dong!
Somehow, class must've ended—the bell clanged wildly through it all.
Pop! Even as I clung desperately, begging him not to go, his cock slipped free. I spat in my palm and gently rubbed my swollen, reddened pussy where he'd pulled out. His dick dangled there, trailing sticky strings of pussy juice, precum, and semen.
I sprawled belly-down on the toilet, grabbed some TP to hand him—but he shot it down instantly.
"What, TP? You clean it."
"Huh?"
"Give it a cleanup."
"W-wait. My face right now..."
I whined in protest, but against Kang Geon-yul? Futile. A quick ass-smack later—"No funny business"—and I spun around, dropped to my knees, and took his cock in my mouth.
Lips smeared with drool, eyes puffy with tears. I'd kneaded my tits nonstop, leaving red handprints. Climax afterglow had my eyes half-lidded in that bitchy face. Geon-yul smirked the second he saw.
"Damn, what a sight."
"Your fault for pounding me like that...!"
"You begged for it. 'Treat me,' remember?"
"W-well, yeah, but..."
I played along, pretending to buy his line while sucking him clean. I knew the truth, but this excuse let me frame it as self-sacrifice for "curing" my addiction—not some pervert fucking her friend.
As I cupped my pussy to stem the cum leak—acting the part—
Creeeak!
The bathroom door swung open. Nearby guys chattering and laughing piled in. No way they'd swarm like this during class, but break time had hit.
"Yo, smell something?"
"Pussy juice."
"Some crazy bitch jerk off in here and bail?"
"Why not just join the toilet meat class if you're that desperate."
"Facts."
Altered common sense world, alright. They sniffed once and zeroed in on my pussy scent from the far stall. I'm the bitch here, but these dudes had better noses?
"Over here, right?"
"Totally."
"Floor's soaked too."
Footsteps thudded closer, stopping at Geon-yul's stall.
Knock-knock-knock!
"Who's in there?"
Irony of ironies—this turned me on more. I sucked harder, slurp-slurp! Dog-ear headband, tail plug, white socks only—and deepthroating a guy in the men's room. A month ago? Unthinkable.
"Nngh..."
He'd bragged about showing off my slutty state if guys came in, but Geon-yul lost it to my blowjob, groaning low. Jealous of sharing me? Or embarrassed with his dick out? Either way, his stifled moans cracked me up—I sucked even harder.
His breathing quickened; the knocking grew furious.
"Hey, anyone in there? Fucking pussy bitch, you crawled in knowing what happens if you masturbate here, right?"
They were dead sure a girl's inside. If Geon-yul weren't here and I stepped out? Gangbanged by a pack of guys, high odds.
Geon-yul wouldn't stand for that.
"Taking a shit. Quit banging the door."
"...Sorry."
Knew it. I finished cleaning him spotless, puffed my chest proud. A week's pent-up lust? Gone. Shoulders felt loose for the first time. Jerking solo wouldn't have hit this clean.
Now what?
We stood awkwardly in the cramped stall, avoiding eye contact. This fuck wasn't like losing my virginity—forced back then. This? Mutual consent, hidden spot. Sure, the "cum-inside therapy" excuse was his bullshit invention. I played along knowingly. Bottom line: we both wanted it.
Masturbation ban plus addiction had me in heat. Guy's gotta slip once. As long as it doesn't happen again.
Back to platonic friends with Geon-yul. Just twice. Baseball needs three strikes for an out. First was coercion, second bad luck combo—forgivable slip-ups. Mortifying now, but recoverable. I still saw him as my friend. He felt the same.
...Right?
"Chae-a."
"Yeah?"
"Gotta keep promises, though."
"Which...?"
"Said I'd add bitch collar functions."
I froze mid-dressing.
"What should we go with?"
Might be my imagination, but... Geon-yul's grin as he eyed me felt worlds apart from yesterday's.