Midterm Common Sense (2)
My body went rigid the moment I faced Chae-a. My mind went blank from head to tongue—I couldn't utter a word, as if everything was paralyzed.
Sex? Film a sex video? What the hell does that even mean?
"Cough, cough... Explain it in more detail."
I nearly hurled up the coffee made from Chae-a's breast milk, but I desperately held it back. It was for her sake. I was embarrassed hearing this crap, sure, but she had to be way more mortified saying it out loud.
She's basically begging me to fuck her.
Chae-a's cheeks flushed pink as she twisted her fingers together. Watching her like that, the words "you're such a proper girl now" nearly tumbled out of my mouth. And it wasn't just words—blood was rushing down there too. At this distance, with my size, the outline would probably show through my pants, so I had to hold back.
"I-it's exactly what it sounds like. It's Sex Studies class, right? So they want us to film a full sex video. Since we're in the Bitch Class, it's supposed to be with our owner... but apparently, since a lot of girls don't have owners yet, the partner can be anyone."
"No choice for you, then."
"Of course not. There's no way I'd do it with someone else... N-not that I want to do it with you or anything! I just don't have options!"
"That's what I meant."
"Ehehe, r-really?"
I let out a deep sigh as Chae-a stumbled over her words.
"Can't be helped. When's the deadline?"
"Sunday at the latest this week."
"What? That's not much time! Why'd you tell me so late?!"
"Geon-yul, think about my position too..."
Her words made me nod instinctively. She must've hesitated a ton before telling me she had to fuck me for a makeup assignment.
And with those recent incidents...
Luckily, things had been quiet for about a month, but the memory of fucking Chae-a in the bathroom—her in heat from the masturbation ban, secretly diddling herself—was still fresh. Unlike our first time, forced by the school calling her a model bitch, that bathroom liberation fuck was mutual. We both avoided mentioning it afterward, which confirmed it. We'd both sensed the danger instinctively. Like an alarm blaring in our heads.
Chae-a was convinced that sliding from friends to fuck-buddies would mess everything up. Me? I'd already surrendered to that risk and accepted I had feelings for her.
It's about time... for us to do it once.
Of course, that "time" was just my timeline. Back when I was a shut-in, I never thought, Hey, decades without sex? Time to get some. But holding Chae-a changed that—I wanted her constantly. She seemed to handle her urges sneaking to the bathroom every night, but I had to endure my cock throbbing painfully each time.
What a loser. But I don't have the guts to confess.
No booze, no sight of her sopping wet pussy right there... courage just wouldn't come. If she ever grabbed my hand while I slept, whining she couldn't handle it alone and begging for help, I'd jump right in. Or if she wordlessly ground her ass against my crotch at night. Waiting for her move like this was pathetic for a guy, but what could I do?
The one friend I can truly trust... approaching that feels impossible!
From her side, if the one guy who knows her real self confessed or pounced and she didn't feel the same, it'd shatter her. But if she came to me? That'd be a risk-free happy ending for both. A pathetic conclusion born from my cowardice and twisted logic.
"So you'll help, right? We don't have to do anything else—just pure se, sex, and we're done."
Pure sex? What does that even mean? I wanted to nitpick every fumbling word, but I held back.
"Yeah. Saturday after our walk should work for Sunday deadline."
"Good."
"Dorm's fine, right?"
"D-dorm?"
Chae-a's eyes went wide. Fair point—our two previous fucks weren't in the dorm. Classroom once, bathroom the other. But where else could we be totally alone?
"Not a hotel... but a motel at least?"
"A love hotel? Not a problem, but why bother?"
I couldn't wrap my head around it. She'd just complained about being broke.
Well, works for me. Dorm sex was hot, but motels had that extra sleazy vibe.
Of course, admitting that would earn me a withering glare, so I played it cool. "J-just! No other reason. Cleanup in the dorm would suck, motels are convenient, y'know?"
"...Fine, motel it is. I'll book it. Tell me if you need anything else right away."
She hesitated forever before mumbling,
"Condoms..."
"Condoms? Why? Your collar has birth control."
"Teacher checks how many times the owner cums at the end... And other girls without dedicated collars won't go raw. If I'm the only one barebacking, it'd look slutty."
"Oh."
"Like a total whore or something, yeah."
"I don't see it that way... Anyway, got it."
No condom experience, but I'd heard it dulled the pleasure compared to creampies. Tempting to refuse. But I didn't. A strange sense of duty ignited instead.
No fapping from today on.
As her owner, I couldn't embarrass myself tapping out after one or two loads. I'd make it a movie-length night, not some drama episode.
Kang Geon-yul, you idiot! How could we have sex here?!
Anywhere but the dorm. It's our space. Sure, we did gangbangs with seniors as hazing when we first moved in, but that was outside the room. Our dirtiest dorm act? Breast milk coffee. To me, the dorm was a "safe haven."
Filming lewd shit here—even for class—would ruin that. No place left to relax. Overkill maybe, but it could lead to Geon-yul demanding relief whenever, wherever.
I didn't want to doubt my friend, but his demonic talent during unavoidable public playthings scared me.
...The real terror is my body getting turned on by it.
Dorm sex: absolutely forbidden. I convinced him on a motel instead. Ideally a fancy hotel, but...
No money.
Already strapped, now motel fees for a class video? Guilt hit hard. I'd work a job for him if I could, but bitches can't.
"Uwaaaah..."
Leaning on my desk, I pressed my uselessly huge tits—milk dribbling out—and stretched lazily. Bumped the girl in front: Geum Ye-rin.
"T-teacher!"
Right—Sex Studies class. The hellish source of my makeup assignment. But today was pure theory, no activities, so I'd relaxed.
"Yes, Geum Ye-rin? What is it?"
"A question."
"Shoot."
Her tension cut the lax vibe.
"Can we upload the makeup video to other sites and make money off it?"
"Hmm... Ah, the sex video for the midterm makeup?"
"Yes. I'm aiming for Female Bitch Class, dreaming of AV stardom. Thought I'd gain experience and pocket money."
"That? Sure... Can't go straight to your account, but your partner guy could monetize it. You get allowance from him—no issue."
"Oh, cool. Thanks!"
Post-walk class, Ye-rin and I bonded more. Her stares at Geon-yul got intense sometimes, but a scolding tucked her tail.
Minus that, she was the best friend. Local know-it-all, overlooked my oddities with her gal thick-headedness. Her tips saved me often—this was jackpot.
Money from a sex video?
Unthinkable pre-isekai. Sure, hot girls sold nudes or vids; AV was huge. But me? Nah. And this world was different—pervy norms everywhere, did porn even sell?
It did. A lot.
Opposite my guess. Legalized post-common sense shift, market exploded. Sex easy? Still video demand. Like pro gamers with YouTube vids despite playing constantly. Similar logic?
Anyway, cash from our unavoidable video? Godsend for broke us.
Not filming extra—just uploading the required one for profit.
Lingering unease, but immediate money won. We'd fucked publicly for demos, bared shame under "common sense," pics even on school promo. Porn upload? Big deal.
Post-class, I asked Geon-yul cautiously. He said,
"...You okay with that?"
"Huh?"
"Selling your embarrassing side for cash. Think it over carefully."
"I-is it?"
"Not my place, but treasure your body."
His genuine worry made something deep in my chest twang.
Why's he so sweet at the weirdest points...?