Academy Channel (Middle II)
"Ah, so Nayuta's mom isn't expressionless like you, then? Doesn't sound like it's genetic."
"No. My mother is a perfectly ordinary pussy-slut... She doesn't go out that often, but there are days she comes home after taking a gangbang. Unlike me..."
Nayuta's voice carried a quiet pride in a mother who was fulfilling her duties as a pussy-slut the way a normal woman should — and, at the same time, a self-loathing that she herself couldn't even come close to matching half of what her mother did.
Squelch♥ squelch♥ squelch♥
"What does your mother say? About you still being an unused pussy."
"...She said it's only that a cock-sir who can see my good points hasn't appeared yet. That a cock who knows how to play would do a wonderful job finding what's fun about a pussy like mine. So there's no need to rush."
"Haha, is that right? Then your mother really called it. Because I'm finding all the fun parts of Nayuta's pussy right now. Aren't I?"
Nayuta turned her head away, looking embarrassed. Nothing showed on her face, but little cute tells like this leaked out of her whether she meant them to or not, and catching those was turning out to be a great deal of fun.
Splash, splash, slosh, driiiip~♥
"By the way, I told you earlier you could talk casually. Why do you keep using formal speech?"
"This is just... more comfortable for me. I usually speak formally with my friends, too. Ever since I was little, I felt like keeping a proper distance was better for everyone."
"Hmm, that so? We're the same age, so I was hoping we could talk easy with each other... Well, if this is more comfortable for you, I won't push it."
"Yes, thank you. ...Um, would it be all right if I asked one favor?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
Slosh-slosh♥ twitch-twitch♥ squelchhh~♥
"Um... I... I think my pussy is reaching its limit. If it's all right with you, may I have permission for a pussy orgasm?"
Nayuta made the request as if she were truly, deeply sorry for even asking. Even if it was her own body, as long as a man was playing with it, asking his permission before a pussy climaxed was simply good manners. He'd had a feeling she came from a well-raised household. Figures.
They say you shouldn't judge people by appearances, but a person's character has a way of showing itself naturally. It wasn't about looks — it was about how she carried herself.
"Hmm... I still want to play with it a bit more. You're at your limit already? Can't you hold out a little longer?"
"Yes. I'll hold it."
Nayuta answered instantly. If a man told a pussy to hold it, the pussy held it. That was basic etiquette.
Of course, the world was overflowing with pussy-sluts who had no idea how to keep that etiquette. Beomjun knew that, and so did Nayuta. But this moment, today, was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for her. Even if it meant showing grit that went past her limits, she had to fulfill her duty as a pussy-slut.
Her complexion didn't change, but he could feel her resolve in her eyes.
That's kinda cuteee.
Was there anyone else who threw themselves this sincerely into something so small, so basic? It was like watching a little kid stake their entire short life on something an adult would shrug off as nothing.
"All right, that's my girl~ Then I'll play with you a little more, so hold on tight, okay?"
He gave her clit a few encouraging pats, the way you'd dab on foundation, then spread her pussy wide and peered inside. The vaginal ridges were swaying like seaweed in the ocean, submerged in pussy-juice that kept welling up like a bottomless spring. Now that was a sight.
"Nayuta's pussy ridges are seriously cute. Your face might not be the friendliest, but down here I can tell it's dying to welcome a cock."
"Nnh... um, thank you... for the compliment."
"A pussy-slut's real self is her pussy, right? So what if your face is a little stiff? When your pussy is this cute."
He flicked the surface of the pussy-juice pooled inside her — it looked ready to overflow any second — and sent ripples across it. Her piss-hole fluttered and pulsed, looking ready to squirt at any moment. But the rest of Nayuta's pussy muscles clamped down on that clueless urethral opening and kept it from happening.
"Whoa, did you see that piss-hole just now? It was fluttering. You almost came, didn't you?"
"...Yes. Honestly, I almost came the moment you said my pussy ridges were cute, Beomjun."
For a pussy-slut, there was no greater compliment than having her pussy praised. And she'd held it in that far, even with a virgin pussy. Impressive.
"The place you were with your friends back then — that was Lecture Hall 216, right?"
"Yes. We were waiting for Professor Yu Hosik's lecture..."
"Oh, for real? So we've been taking the same class? How did I not notice? A pussy-slut this hot."
"Ah... y-yeah. If I'd known there was someone this cool and kind..."
Beomjun and Nayuta kept up their small talk about the Academy. And through it all, the ceaseless caressing drove Nayuta's pussy past every limit of heat it had ever known.
The juices pooling in Nayuta's pussy had started out relatively clear. But as Beomjun's unrelenting touch piled arousal on top of arousal, the color grew thicker and cloudier, turning into something that looked like milk.
Holy shit.
He didn't show it, but Beomjun was genuinely impressed. He'd told her not to come, but honestly, he'd figured that if he just kept going, the pussy would climax on its own. That was just how pussies were built. "Don't come without a man's permission" was an ideal, nothing more — a guideline to strive toward. Almost no pussy actually reached that level. Only pussies that had received professional training and made it possible earned the shining title of whore.
Of course, this was only possible because Beomjun had been holding back a little so Nayuta's pussy wouldn't tip over. But still — for someone who wasn't even a trained whore to make it this far was impressive. Normally, if you kept a pussy teetering on the edge until its juices turned this cloudy, the girl would be so far gone that coming was the only thought left in her head.
"Nayuta, you might just have a whore's constitution. You've got talent."
"Ah... if you say something like that, I really... my pussy can barely hold on."
Every little motion — the way she tipped her head slightly to the side in embarrassment — was adorable. She was probably getting close to her limit anyway. Maybe it was time to give her that orgasm as a gift.
"Mm, you don't have to hold it anymore. If you feel like coming, just go ahead and come. Got it?"
Beomjun opened his mouth wide and covered Nayuta's entire pussy with his lips. Then he sucked the pooled cunt-wine out of her in one go.
"Ah..."
That tiny gasp from Nayuta's lips was surely the equal of any ordinary pussy-slut's scream. He'd only sucked out the cloudy broth sitting in her pussy, and yet an endless stream of pussy-juice kept filling his mouth. The fluid packed meticulously into every vaginal ridge got vacuumed out all at once — and then, as if worried the man might not have enough, her pussy started producing more without rest, supplying him continuously.
Of course, rushing the delivery like that sometimes led to defects in the product. A man who knew how to handle a pussy never just sat there when that happened. Beomjun cracked his tongue like a whip and lashed her pussy ridges.
Was a pussy supposed to rest when the man still wasn't satisfied? Give more. More. More.
The slaves under the lash threw themselves into producing pussy-juice, delighted by an abuse they were tasting for the first time in their lives.
"Oh... ooh..."
A low moan reached his ears. Even Nayuta couldn't stay silent in the face of pleasure this intense. A body that had, for the first time in its life, properly fulfilled its reason for existing — to be played with by a man — was overflowing with a happiness that felt almost spiritual. Watching her, Beomjun felt a quiet sense of accomplishment himself.
Weird. I've never really cared this much about a pussy's pleasure before.
A pussy was, at its core, a tool for a cock to wring its desires out of. He'd never been genuinely interested in those girls' pleasure. But with Nayuta, for some reason, he kept wanting to pay attention. Some kind of inexplicable charm, maybe?
"Mm, pwah! Aah, that was delicious. Nayuta's pussy tastes great! You could open a shop with this."
"Ah, um... thank you. For using my pussy this thoroughly. I genuinely don't know how to thank you enough."
"It's fine, it's fine. For something like this? If you're already thanking me now, how grateful are you planning to be when I take your unused pussy?"
"Ah, my unused pussy... are you... really planning to take it?"
"Would a man say one thing and mean another? Don't worry. I'm not the type to take one bite and toss it because it doesn't suit my taste. Even if it tastes bad, I'll take responsibility and finish the job with a creampie."
"Th-that's too much. That's far too generous, I couldn't possibly—"
He smacked the ass of a pussy that was talking too much.
"Ah, talking too much, are we? When a man says he'll fuck you, a pussy just says 'yes, thank you' and spreads. Isn't that right?"
"...Yes. Thank you."
"That's it. Good girl. Now get up on the bed and lie face-down."
Nayuta hesitated for a moment, then obediently climbed onto the bed and presented her ass.
"I... I know I'm a worthless pussy, but I'll squeeze as hard as I can so that you can have fun playing with me, Beomjun. So please... play with me. I'm begging you."