Midterm Common Sense (1)
“Ugh! It hurts, go easy there……”
“Relax a bit. Moving makes it hurt more.”
“Ahk… Hng… Haaah……”
“Stop making those weird noises.”
After that whole ordeal wrapped up and we got back to the dorm, I washed my entire lower half and toweled it off meticulously, letting out pained groans several times in the process. My ass, smacked raw by Geon-yul's hand, stung so badly that even the slightest touch made my body flinch involuntarily. I was at a loss, struggling just to put on my panties, when that jerk Geon-yul came over with some ointment.
Isn't this the classic 'hurt you then heal you' situation? It was ridiculous, but I took it anyway.
“Just bear with it for a sec.”
“How am I supposed to do that when it hurts?!”
“You gotta apply the ointment if you want it to heal fast.”
“Yeah, well, maybe if you'd spanked me a little gentler……”
In the end, even back at the dorm, I ended up lying face-down on the bed with my lower half propped up high while Geon-yul gently spread the ointment over both my swollen, red cheeks. Normally, just this position alone would've embarrassed me to death, but after he'd seen every humiliating thing imaginable earlier, it oddly didn't faze me at all. After getting my ass spanked silly and pissing myself twice right in front of him, whining about ointment on my butt would've been ridiculous anyway.
I silently endured the feel of Geon-yul's hand stroking my ass.
“You think I wanted to hit you that hard?”
“Th-then what was it?”
“If I showed even a hint of mercy, that asshole senior would've latched on again. Guys like that need to be nipped in the bud quick. You saw how he freaked out when I said just three smacks, right?”
“True…… but in the end, you bought him off with money. Speaking of which, you got a lot of cash?”
“Ahem, money?”
“Yeah. Even just our daily living expenses aren't exactly abundant…… Ngh!”
I clapped a hand over my mouth after blurting it out.
'Our living expenses'? What are we, newlyweds?
But apparently, I was the only one who thought it was weird. Geon-yul didn't even bat an eye.
“Well…… we'll manage somehow.”
“Manage how? If we're short on cash, you'll have to pick up a part-time job later, and I'll be useless since no one would hire a body like mine anyway—you'd be the one suffering!”
“Fine, I'll just work a little harder. I was always doing odd jobs back in the old world anyway. And it's not like every job here is some sleazy gig.”
“……Really.”
I had plenty more I wanted to say, but I stopped there. Truth be told, there was a lot I wanted to grill him about—like how he got hard sniffing my scent earlier, or if he noticed me getting wet while he was spanking me and just didn't care. Or if he found the sight of me pissing myself on the street pathetic. But those words wouldn't come out.
Instead, what slipped out was a bit of grumbling laced with complaint.
“Your hand's all sticky.”
“I'm applying ointment—of course it's gonna be wet. Your ass is slippery too, y'know?”
“S-so what?!”
“It's nice and squishy. If I knead it like this……”
“Y-you psycho! Don't knead it! It's my ass!”
“I'll let you touch mine too.”
“Not interested—?!”
And so my ass got kneaded like dough in Geon-yul's hands, bringing a long, exhausting day to a close.
But my day was a little longer still.
“Hng… Haaang…♡”
……W-what? The masturbation ban's lifted now, isn't it!
***
Surprisingly, school life settled into a smooth routine after that. Classes grew familiar, and I didn't have actual sex with Geon-yul in front of anyone after that first lesson. Of course, Sex Ed still taught techniques for pleasing men with dildos, and Foreplay class covered not just blowjobs but using every part of your body. Against my will, my arsenal of lewd skills kept expanding.
Days flew by in a busy blur, and before I knew it, over a month had passed since the semester started—mid-April already. I went through my usual morning routine.
“Hng… Hnng…!”
“C-can you tone down the weird noises while I'm reading?”
“What did you just say?”
I was pressing my hands together against my chest, squeezing out milk, when Geon-yul's words made me glare at him. Who was doing this for him, and now he wanted me to quiet down?
“Have you ever tried milking yourself?! It's not like some udder tank where you just squeeze and it gushes out. It takes delicate milking skills!”
“That's why I offered to help from the start.”
“Pervert! How could I let you handle this?! Just wait a bit. The coffee's almost done.”
“Thanks as always.”
“H-hng, no problem.”
Mornings meant milking my breasts for milk. One cup for Geon-yul, one for me. It started because if I didn't express every day, I'd leak during the day and soak my chest area, so we began having coffee every morning. Somehow, it turned into something I couldn't start my day without. Drinking my own breast milk and serving my friend coffee laced with it felt gross, but hey, it was a built-in feature now—what could I do? Might as well put it to good use.
“Mmm, Chae-a latte tastes great today too.”
“Glad you like the taste…… but are we doing this every morning from now on? Waking up early to milk is starting to get annoying.”
“What choice do we have? If I skip it, my uniform gets soaked mid-class. Breast pads cost money too, y'know—money.”
“Ngh……”
I knew it. Our finances were getting tighter by the day. In a pinch like this, buying pads was pure luxury.
“……You shouldn't have given that senior the cash.”
“Even if we went back, there was no other way. You know that.”
“Yeah, but still.”
“I've been looking for part-time gigs lately. Delivery food every time does rack up the bill.”
“Ugh, sorry about that……”
I had nothing to say, so I hung my head.
But I can't go to the cafeteria……
Normal students don't spend much on food. Or rather, they can minimize it to the extreme. Our school provided breakfast, lunch, and dinner—all cafeteria meals. The quality and portions were great, subsidized heavily, so the student fees were dirt cheap. Practically free; the payment was more symbolic.
But I never went to the cafeteria. Breakfast, lunch, dinner—I ate elsewhere every time. Going out to buy food scared me, so I always had Geon-yul order delivery straight to the dorm.
“If we just ate cafeteria food, we'd have plenty saved.”
“True…… but then I'd have to swallow cum every meal. And you wouldn't enjoy blasting loads into some other girl's mouth either……”
“……?”
Geon-yul looked puzzled. I caught the implication in his expression and snapped back preemptively.
“If you're about to say my mouth feels good, save it. Doesn't sound like a compliment.”
“Ahem, wasn't thinking that. Anyway, I'm against us eating at the cafeteria too. Guess I'll have to learn cooking later.”
“No, if anyone's learning, it'll be me!”
I waved my hands in surprise at his words.
“Male students get cafeteria for free anyway, right? And honestly, from your side, going there means getting your dick sucked by pretty girls just to eat…… You're just skipping it to spare me.”
“I'm a guy, but I don't enjoy just anyone sucking me off. Haven't tried others yet, but if teeth graze……”
I racked my brain, wondering if I'd ever nicked his dick with my teeth while blowing him. My face heated up suddenly, and I dropped my gaze.
“A-anyway! Short-term plan's set. I'll learn cooking, you find a job. No more filling up on delivery—our wallet'll breathe easier.”
“Sounds good. Oh, yeah…… How's the exam studying going?”
Geon-yul drained the last of his Chae-a latte and shifted topics.
“Exams, huh……”
His question made me ponder, then irritation bubbled up.
In this fucked-up world and psycho school, why are the exams so goddamn normal?!
It was mid-April already. Midterm season. Naturally, I was cramming for everything except walking class.
“Gotta stay in Bitch Class, so I'm studying just enough. Too hard and I overshoot; too lazy and I tank it—tricky balance.”
“Haha, yeah. I can just ace it, but you need that sweet spot.”
Score too high, and I'd bump up to Female Bitch Class—no more shared dorm with Geon-yul, plus zero protection from guys' harassment or assaults. Losing the lactation perk was fine, but without pills or condoms, pregnancy risk skyrockets. Worst of all, I'd be out of Geon-yul's protection zone.
Of course, dropping classes was way worse. Female Bitch at least let you politely refuse sex demands and earn money post-graduation.
But Onahole or Toilet Meat? Unthinkable. Onahole girls had to clench and please any guy pounding them. And Toilet Meat? Morning destination shifts from classroom to men's restroom. Liquids down my throat: cum and piss.
So, just score enough to stay in Bitch Class……
“Exams…… got one problem.”
“Huh? What kind?”
“The kind I can't do alone. Needs your help.”
Geon-yul tilted his head, confused. I'd heard about it days ago but waited for the right moment to bring it up—couldn't delay anymore.
“One exam got swapped for a substitute assignment.”
“Oh? Isn't that better? What's the assignment?”
“It's…… Sex Ed. The substitute.”
“Ah, I take that too. But as an observer, no assignment for me. No exam either.”
“Lucky. I have to submit one.”
“C'mon, what is it? Spit it out already.”
No choice but to confess. I bowed my head deeper and mumbled.
“Sex……”
“What?”
“Record a video…… of sex with my owner……”
The air froze solid.
……Any rat holes around here?