Academy Channel (Part 1) — The Expressionless Girl, Nayuta
Every so often, life hands you a conversation you never asked to hear.
Pussies' voices, especially, carry higher and farther than a man's — so even when you'd rather not listen, they find their way to your ears all the same.
"I heard Nayuta doesn't like getting her pussy played with. Is that actually true?"
"That's insane! How is that even possible? That's so weird. Can a pussy even be like that?"
It was the break between lectures. In Classroom 216 of a certain Academy — the one Beomjun attended — three pussies were gossiping away. The subject of their excitement was a girl named Nayuta.
In stark contrast to her friends, who were getting wildly worked up, Nayuta herself seemed utterly uninterested in a conversation about her own body.
"Not really…"
That was all she murmured, barely above a whisper. It only made the other two puff the story up even more.
"I guess nothing in this world is absolute. People really do come in all kinds."
"Right? It's a diverse world these days, you know? Nayuta, you're amazing~ If it were me, I'd ahegao-climax on the spot the second someone so much as touched my pussy. How can you just not be interested in guys?"
"Oh wait — Nayuta, are you a virgin, then?"
It was the kind of question that could get touchy between girls, but Nayuta answered without so much as twitching an eyebrow.
"…Yeah."
"Ahh, that explains it. I mean, even Nayuta — once a cock punched through that virgin pussy, it would've had no choice but to surrender."
"Hey, you don't know that! This is Nayuta we're talking about. You can't just measure everyone by your own standards."
Beomjun didn't know those girls. He didn't particularly care, either. But his brain registered the voices reaching his ears all the same, and spat out an impression to match.
So there are pussies out there who aren't even interested in cock? The world is wide, and weird pussies are plentiful.
Just another girl with a slightly unusual quirk. That was as far as Beomjun's first impression of Nayuta went.
It wasn't until a chance encounter a few days later that he started paying any real attention to her at all.
Ah. Every seat's taken.
That day, the bus to the Academy was packed full. The one consolation was that it wasn't so crowded as to be genuinely uncomfortable.
Hm?
Beomjun's memory was never anything to brag about, but for some reason, that day he recognized the face of the girl standing right beside him.
That's the one I saw at the Academy the other day. Her name was… Nayuta, I think?
The name probably didn't matter. Either way, her face was so utterly blank that it gave off an atmosphere that made her hard to approach. Even striking up a conversation felt awkward.
…But that ass is plump enough that it'd feel great to squeeze.
Well, might as well kill some time groping this ass, then. Without a moment's hesitation, Beomjun sank his hand into Nayuta's ass.
The instant she felt his touch, her ass jolted hard.
Huh? She's that startled?
But looking at her face, she seemed nothing more than indifferent.
Oh, right — she said she wasn't particularly interested in cock, didn't she?
With a normal girl, this kind of grope was a reward. But with a girl who wasn't normal? Maybe Beomjun had come off as too rude.
Eh, forget it.
It wasn't like anything would go wrong if he didn't get to grope a girl's ass. Making things awkward for a pussy who didn't want it wasn't his style, either. Beomjun took his hand off Nayuta's ass and pulled out his phone instead.
"……."
"……."
A brief, awkward silence. Beomjun had assumed it would last until one of them got off the bus — but unexpectedly, it was Nayuta who broke it.
"Excuse me… why did you stop touching my ass?"
"Huh? Ah… ah, sorry. Was I bothering you? Sorry for grabbing your ass."
Beomjun apologized, hoping to smooth things over and move on. But Nayuta pressed on.
"No. There's nothing to apologize for. …Touching my ass isn't a bad thing. …What bothers me is why you pulled your hand away the moment you touched it. …Was my ass not satisfying to squeeze?"
"Uh, no. That's not it…"
Beomjun hesitated for a moment, then decided to just be honest. What was the point of making up some weird lie?
"Well, the thing is, I've actually seen you at the Academy before."
He recounted what had happened in the empty classroom a few days ago, without leaving anything out. Nayuta listened in silence, then said:
"…I don't particularly dislike being touched. So… if you want to touch my ass, you're welcome to."
That was all she said, and then she dipped her head slightly.
It'd be kind of weird to just not touch her after that, right?
He spread his hand wide and sank his fingers into Nayuta's ass. The way they plunged into that generous flesh felt fantastic — incredibly soft, yet so springy that the moment he eased off even slightly, it shoved his fingers right back out with astonishing resilience. He couldn't just sit there and take that. He squeezed harder, enjoying the way her ass deformed however he pleased.
When it came to killing time on public transit, nothing beat kneading a plump girl's taut ass. He completely lost track of time.
"……."
"……."
But as magnificent as that ass was, her reaction was another story entirely. Her face stayed expressionless. She didn't so much as twitch. Aside from her breathing, which seemed just a little quicker, she made no sound at all. Maybe it was just like he'd overheard at the Academy — maybe she really had no interest in being played with.
"Uh, so… how do I put this. Your ass is really luscious. It's a pleasure to squeeze."
He tried some small talk to break the awkward atmosphere. He didn't expect it to do much, but surprisingly, Nayuta responded.
"…Thank you."
"No, I mean it — it's really that good. Don't people tell you that all the time?"
"…No. The truth is, almost no one ever touches my ass like this…"
"Ah, I see. Sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
Just when he thought the conversation was starting to flow, it slammed shut again. Now what?
I should wrap this up.
He'd already groped her ass long enough to save face. He reached for his phone as if something had just occurred to him, about to take his hand off her ass — and that was when Nayuta's small hand caught his wrist.
"Huh?"
"…If just touching my ass isn't interesting enough for you…"
She pulled his wrist down toward her pussy.
"How about playing with this instead?"
"Uh, well…"
Beomjun was more than a little thrown. Hadn't she been uninterested in getting her pussy touched? Or was this her way of being considerate toward the guy who'd done her the favor of groping her? Unable to get his bearings, he reflexively pinched her plump folds between his fingers.
And then he realized.
Huh? She's soaking wet.
If he squeezed, pussy juice would come pouring out like wringing a sopping rag. She was that soaked.
What's this? Is this one of those manga things — "your mouth says no but your body is honest"?
But that was the kind of plot that belonged in rape-training porn, a fantasy world. Could real pussies even work like that?
He checked Nayuta's face again. It was still cold. Not a single expression muscle had moved. Even if someone told him she was an extremely well-made sex doll, he might have believed it.
"……."
A strange tension made Beomjun swallow dryly. Had he ever felt this kind of tension while playing with a pussy before?
He slipped his fingers inside her leotard. Nayuta still showed no sign of arousal — but she showed no sign of refusal, either.
Warm.
That was the first, most primitive impression that crossed his mind. Warm, wet, and the ticklish brush of well-groomed pubic hair. He didn't even need to put his cock in to know this was an A-rank pussy.
He traced her folds with his fingers, spreading them open, exploring the cave within. Little tentacle-like ridges welcomed their visitor with delight, clinging to his finger. Honey-slick nectar slid down those ridges, rubbed itself against his finger, then surrendered to the back of his hand and dripped onto the bus floor.
This much was certain. These were the textbook reactions of a girl in heat. You could tell from the way her lower belly and inner thighs started trembling the instant his finger entered her. But it was only her lower half that responded. From the waist up, she maintained perfect composure.
Is her pussy reacting while her mind rejects it?
The thought crossed his mind, but he dismissed it just as quickly. If that were the case, she would have refused his touch from the start.
Or maybe… her pussy is happy, and she just can't express it?
First things first: confirm the facts. Beomjun began stirring his finger inside that warm pussy, teasing her in earnest.
When it came to playing with a pussy, technique mattered, of course — but what mattered most was the pure, simple desire to play with it. Gingerly adding only the safest stimulation out of fear of hurting her was not the way. No. Better to just go at it rough. Selfishly, the way a child plays — thrusting into her pussy like it existed for his entertainment alone.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick♥
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust♥
The more he churned inside her, the more desperately those inner ridges clung to his finger — harder, more pathetically. The juices flowing from deep within her swelled to near-flood levels. Her ass and lower belly convulsed. Twitch. Twitch.
"…Excuse me."
"Yes? Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong… I, um. I think I'm about to climax. If possible, could you grant me permission to come?"
He'd never heard a climax-beg this matter-of-fact in his entire life. She was pouring out that much pussy juice, and she could still deliver a line with that kind of composure? Was she training to be a news anchor?
"Uh, of course. That's no problem at all."
"…Thank you. Then…"
Psshh! Psshh! Pssshhhhh!!
A fierce spray of pussy juice burst out, soaking through her leotard and running down her legs. A pussy climax so easy to read it stood in complete, 180-degree contrast to that unreadable face. At least he could see that her pussy was happy. That was a relief. At the very least, it meant what he'd done hadn't been completely useless.
Stopping your fingers just because she'd come once was what men who didn't know how to play with a pussy did. The real fun was hitting her even harder while she was still sensitive from the first orgasm.
He started pistoning with his middle and index fingers, alternating between them — and then something caught against his middle finger with a soft tok.
Ah. That's probably her hymen.
You ran into them now and then. Girls with the body and face to have had their virgin pussies taken long ago, who were still holding onto them. It was because more and more guys these days just didn't find playing with a pussy all that trendy. If anything, Beomjun — who actively played with them like this — was the minority.
Once he'd played with Nayuta's pussy to his satisfaction, Beomjun pulled his fingers out and pushed them into her mouth. Having a girl clean the fingers you'd dirtied using her pussy — that was just basic manners.
"Ah, um… thank you. For using my pussy. It probably wasn't very fun for you… and I even got your fingers dirty like this… I'm sorry."
Apologizing in a voice barely louder than an ant's footsteps, Nayuta diligently licked Beomjun's fingers clean as they entered her mouth. He watched her quietly, then spoke.
"You're getting off at the Academy anyway, right? Could the two of us talk for a bit?"
"…Yes."