To School! Paradise of Beauties
I headed straight to the cafeteria upon arriving at school, utterly mesmerized by the sight of all these stunning beauties picking out their food from the buffet. It felt like pure heaven. I drank it all in with my eyes, savoring every precious moment. This being an adult game, the school uniforms were deliciously revealing—the girls' shirts were sized down to hug their bodies tightly, leaving their upper figures completely exposed without a hint of modesty. Below that, they wore either A-line skirts or H-line skirts, two styles that dominated. Man, this is a feast for the eyes.
The skirts were long enough to cover just below the panty line—even if they spread their legs a bit and bent over, you might catch a glimpse. And since this world had no such thing as shorts underneath, any careless movement offered the perfect chance to peek at those hidden panties. This is living. Imagining a harem of such gorgeous women, ones I could never have on a screen, serving me devotedly... my cock twitched hard at the thought.
User's blood pressure and heart rate have exceeded limits. Auto-shutdown in 10 seconds.
Keeping my expression neutral while ogling asses and tits, lost in fantasy, I jolted at the sudden alarm. I squeezed my eyes shut and calmed my racing heart. I've got so much more to enjoy! But thanks to blowing off steam with Lee Yoo-jin that morning, I settled down quick. Stomach growling, I grabbed a plate, piled it high with meat—chicken, lamb, beef, pork, everything—and returned to an empty table. I devoured it relentlessly, sucking it down like a vacuum cleaner until my belly was full, then headed back to my assigned class.
Around twenty students were already there, chatting away after eating early. I scanned for anyone to my taste, but they all paled next to the Lee Yoo-jin I'd seen that morning. Losing interest, I claimed the back-row seat.
"Hey? You look new. What's your name?"
No way was I sitting through lectures here like in real life. I was fiddling with my phone in the back when a girl approached. Brown bob haircut, maybe 150cm tall, B-cup even in Big Breasts Mode—probably an extra. Her face might pass for pretty in reality, but compared to the other heroines here, she was just average, like squid next to prime cuts.
"Lee Jin-seok."
Judging her junk-food tier against the gourmet heroines, I lost interest fast. Short answer given, I turned back to my phone. But she seemed into me, chattering on with questions.
"Your body's ripped. Do any special workouts?"
"Gym."
"Can I feel your arm?"
And so on. Her nonstop babble annoyed me, so I stood and headed for the door. When she asked where, I snapped, "Bathroom," and bailed.
Fuck, next time she talks to me, I'll just tell her to fuck off.
Already checked—no targets worth conquering in this class. This run was just for scouting anyway. Brushing off the arm she'd touched like it was dirty, I killed time on the rooftop until a text from an unknown number pinged.
Random spam? Then a photo from the same number hit, and I knew exactly who. A woman in torn stockings—ripped right at the pussy—panties shoved aside, fingers spreading her slit wide. Jelly-like cum oozed from the gaping hole.
Lee Yoo-jin, of course.
Confident now, I started typing back—but paused. She never called me 'Master' before. Her masochistic side must've clicked perfectly. I texted to meet this weekend, adding: No underwear next time. Reply came fast: a full-body shot of her spread-legged on the hotel bed, pussy exposed, plus:
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Lee Yoo-jin's POV
I came to after passing out from three hours of intense fucking, barely managing to sit up. Pleasure still crept up from below, making me twitch. I shoved one massive tit aside and looked down—cum kept pouring from my pussy, endless from how much he'd dumped. The bedsheet was layered thick with it from while I was out.
Is he even human?
Plenty of guys chased my killer body, so I'd fucked a fair share. But his sticky load, the sheer volume—like he'd cum buckets yet my womb felt heavy, leagues beyond any other. Staring blankly, I scooped handfuls from the sheet. Like frog eggs from my childhood countryside days, it held shape, not flowing. Lifting to chest height, the intense male musk hit my nose.
Hnng...! Smelling it makes me want more.
The potent scent made my womb clench, pussy drooling in prep—but the violent pleasure had drained me. Pressing my lower belly, I checked the note that'd fallen earlier. Just a simple number: 010-xxxx-xxxx. Smiling, I snapped a pic revealing who it was and sent it.
Quick reply: meet this weekend, from Master. Pussy gushed more love juice. Composing myself with grateful submission, I spread my legs, fingers parting my slit, and sent a full-body shot.
No further replies, so I got up to wash. Peeled off cum-and-juice-soaked panties and stockings, headed to the bathroom. Cleaned up, mirror showed my hypersensitive body—nipples rock-hard from the shower spray, huge beautiful tits blooming red like flowers.
"Ha-ah!"
Curious, I brushed a nipple—shocking sensitivity buckled my waist, weak moan escaping. Wrapped in a robe, back to bed, phone out. Missed calls from work, chat message: Period cramps too bad, can't come in. Collapsed, thinking of Master who'd turned hellish days blissful.
Newbie at this mid-sized firm—just a year in after quitting my last job. My slutty curves drew leers from bosses, harassment, stress. Female coworkers bullied me, calling my big tits cheap bait.
"That slut teases guys with her body, right?"
"Newbie flirting everywhere."
Male colleagues ogled lewdly but were polite enough. Jealous women piled work on me once I adapted—forced overtime till 8, 11pm, no hobbies, just sleep and repeat for weeks.
Should I quit...?
Lost motivation, then the subway molester. Thought: harassed at work, now this? Pitied myself. But that "molester" saved me from hell—heaven-sent angel.
His otherworldly pleasure dwarfed exes. I loved dominating younger guys, breaking them into lambs. First time with a feral stud—not some fragile pretty boy. Top-predator male shattered my world where men were easy prey.
Not me leading, them begging—no, him dominating, me pleading, simpering, pride in the dirt for pleasure.
Ah... true male...
Not palm-sized erection—cock to smother my face. Not one-hand grip—overwhelming girth needing both. Not soft weakness—unbreakable steel rod. Not dribbling inferior cum—gelled, impregnation-willed alpha seed.
His dick battered my virgin-womb entrance, shape intact pioneering inside. Semen, jelly-viscous unlike weaklings', filled with heavy new weight, marking me.
Old world crumbled; I surrendered body and soul to superior male.
He's my Master... ♥
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Her reply made me hard instantly.
Got myself a fine slave.
Weekend ravaging her in mind, body heating—lunch bell rang. Back to class, there she was: my perfect ideal, everything I'd dreamed.
Over 160cm, ideal height. Neat brown suit bulging with huge tits, long legs perfecting proportions. Flawless porcelain skin, wavy blonde hair noble-style, round eyes, divinely sculpted nose, lips curved in gentle smile.
Prettiest heroine yet.
Park So-jin...
The main reason I played this game—seeing her live, time froze.
Snapped out, activated Lustful Eye.
????
Her zones and perfect F-cups checked out, but lowering my eyes to the rest... I froze.
Always smiling kindly at students, cheering the protagonist—motherly, broad-minded her, a masochist? Fantasizing rape by her own student? I'd dreamed of fucking Park So-jin, but always gentle lovemaking, never rape.
Rape? Raaaaape?