Common Sense of the Midterm Exam (4)
"……Fuck, that's hot."
After Chae-a slipped into the bathroom, I replayed the memory of her in that victory lingerie set, stroking my cock. I held back from cumming to save my load, but damn, she looked so slutty and gorgeous.
I never imagined she'd actually wear it.
It was lingerie I'd tossed into the cart as a joke when we were buying essentials. Sure, her body was my exact type, so I'd secretly hoped she might wear it someday, but I hadn't bought it expecting her to. That was over a month ago now. I'd completely forgotten I'd even given it to her. Let alone that she'd put it on without me asking.
……Is this her seducing me?
The thought of maybe tonight crossed my mind, but I shook my head. I still needed to play it cool a bit longer. Still, it was clear I'd made solid progress toward my goal.
I stopped jerking off while picturing her body. No point wasting it solo when I'd be dumping plenty inside her soon enough. I finished setting up the camera and prepping the condoms. If she'd psyched herself up for tonight, I had to deliver accordingly.
If she'd told me sooner, I'd have been edging for days.
My balls felt like they were churning out thick cum non-stop, no breaks.
"All clean?"
"Yeah."
After pulling myself together in the bathroom, I tiptoed out in just the black lingerie and plopped down right next to Geon-yul.
Let's just get the sex over with quick.
Something told me if the mood dragged on weirdly, tonight could get dangerous. Better to blow a few loads fast and call it safe.
Though with his stamina, it won't end quick.
Plus, he'd been edging for days prepping for sex tonight. I hadn't stalked his cum schedule or anything, but the lack of that musky scent in the bathroom lately had clued me in naturally.
"Cameras are all set. See?"
"It's already recording?"
"Nah, we'll hit record later. So before we really start, give me a quick briefing on any ground rules or whatever."
Sitting so close our skin brushed, my brain was short-circuiting. No need to mention he'd gotten hard the second he saw me—hell, I'd calmed down in the shower, but thinking about what was coming had me heating up again.
"I told you. Normal… sex, but with condoms, and make it as slutty as possible. I'll, I'll try hard with those vocab words from Lewd Language class too……."
"TL;DR: Fuck like it's hot as hell. But heads up—I might get a bit rough, like I do in front of others."
"Duh, that's fine. I'll do my best too."
I flashed back to our sex: him slapping my ass, pounding so deep he hit my womb, degrading me with filthy talk while tormenting my body. That level would satisfy the teacher and any viewers.
"Ready to start?"
"How? Just shove it in?"
"Ease in with foreplay. Suck me off before the condom."
"Ugh, f-fellatio……."
I mumbled my lips a few times, gave up, looked away, and nodded. Affirmative.
"Three, two, one—action!"
Beep—
The machine chimed, recording started. Facing the camera, Chae-a and I froze awkwardly for a few seconds.
"Ah, haa—!"
I flashed a late smile, and Geon-yul, sitting to my left, grinned back, draping his hand over my right shoulder.
Shoulder hug? Wait, no……
Sure enough, his hand slid down, groping my lingerie-covered tits like they were his property, kneading shamelessly. Pathetic as it was, his rough grip startled a moan out of me. He grabbed my breasts, but my crotch tingled—I clamped my thighs tight.
"Hngh, hah……."
"Keep it going?"
"Y-yeah. First, introductions……."
I squirmed a bit in resistance, and he warned me in a low voice. Snapping to, I flushed and spoke up.
"H-hello. I'm Yoo Chae-a from the Bitch Class. This is my owner, Kang Geon-yul. We're at a motel to film our midterm substitute assignment."
Parts to cut or beep out for porn, but also for the teacher, so just a greeting.
"You a bitch? Squeezing your udders gets white milk—aren't you a milk cow?"
"Ahaha, d-dogs lactate too? It's 'cause I got the special bitch upgrade for Owner's tastes."
Even as he kept kneading, milk leaked despite my morning milking. White droplets trickled from my nipples, all caught on camera. But I pushed through the lines.
"And, um, as you can see…… I'm about to have sex with Owner."
"What kind?"
"……Midterm substitute assignment sex?"
His sudden question threw me—I didn't wanna drag it out, so I mumbled uncertainly. He squeezed my tit harder, face blank.
Squish—!
"Eek, nghaa!"
Sploosh—!
Breasts are sensitive on a woman's body. The hard squeeze shot milk from my nipple amid sharp pain. Nipples sticky, red handprint throbbing, but weirdly, the pleasure drowned the hurt. Being forced like this, unable to resist—should hate it, but why…….
"Haa, haa……."
"What kind?"
His question again. Realizing what he wanted, I buried my face in his chest, caressing his muscled body like a devout worshiper.
Then, in a voice too slutty for my dainty tone, I spat it out.
"Owner and Chae-a's, dog-perv-mating-fuck……♡"
"That's right."
I wagged my tail in his arms; he petted my head. It felt like downing a shot—euphoric. Body wash mixed with his musky male scent, intoxicating.
"Already drunk on my smell."
Not even sucked his cock yet, and here I was, wobbly from his scent—he looked down amused. My tiny pride bristled.
Just abuse me already, don't act like my boyfriend……!
But no urge to resist. My soft body contrasted his firm one—fascinated, I kept stroking till he nudged me away mid-sentence.
"Anyway, my intro. Owner of this bitch Chae-a, about to wreck her womb till she blacks out cumming. Enjoy her going crazy."
With that, Geon-yul scooted to the bed's edge, leaned back against the wall nearly supine, legs extended. He nodded at his panty-covered bulge—I crawled forward entranced.
On all fours across the bed, I grabbed his hairy leg, climbing to his crotch. The tip spot was darker, stained.
"Mouth-pussy."
I hovered face-down, blinking; he shoved two thick fingers in my mouth. They yanked my tongue, teased my palate and cheeks relentlessly. Salty taste—I sucked eagerly.
"What's your mouth for, Chae-a?"
"Mmph… f-for eatin', talkin'……."
"Right. But now it's got a more important job. Way better than eating or talking."
He pulled his fingers out, slick with spit, grabbed my hair, and smashed my face into his crotch.
"Not mouth—mouth-pussy. Got it?"
"Y-yes♡"
I sniffed the cock scent through his panties, restrained not to slobber. Freshly washed, fabric barrier—not too strong.
Lick.
I tongued where the tip should be through the gray fabric, darkening it black with spit. He didn't care.
"So, mouth-pussy—what do you say politely before work?"
Kept calling it mouth-pussy…… Sees my mouth as just a dick cleaner? But it was all acting, so I played along with fake lines, zero sincerity.
"P-please let Chae-a's warm-sticky mouth-pussy clean Owner's cock♡"
"Good girl. Pull down the panties and suck. You know how."
Of course. Hands on his thighs, I bit the waistband with my teeth, dragging it down. A cock half my face length sprang free.
"How's Owner's cock?"
"Majestic… and hot."
"That's it? Thought you learned Lewd Language."
He always knew how to embarrass me. He rubbed his precum-leaking tip on my face, occasionally slapping my cheeks with it, grinning.
"Chae-a's bare-faced but still cute. Precum cleansing oil on your skin, no makeup smearing. That's a girl's charm."
"Thanks."
"So, tell me about this cock."
No hands—I rubbed my face on the full hard-on, coquettish. Looking up at the lounging king, I cooed cutely.
"The balls brewing thick cum to fill Chae-a's womb are hot, and the tip's already leaking precum without a suck—so slutty. Wanna deepthroat till the pubes tickle my nose and I can't breathe……."
"Really?"
"Yeah, Chae-a's a bitch in heat… Owner's cum tastes better than a five-star hotel restaurant."
Each line recorded my trashy self, hijacking my brain with depravity. All acting, but my weird tendencies amplified it.
I'm not doing this 'cause I want to… Owner made me, and for a good video, right?
Camera straight-on, only caught my wetting pussy and fat ass while sucking, but my loud voice mic'd everything.
No script, but how do I……
Teacher'd score high for bitchiness; guys watching would jerk to my lines. Thinking that soaked me more.
"Suck it."
Command or permission—whatever. I engulfed the tip.