Academy Channel (Part 2)
Once you made a habit of playing with pussy, a single finger was enough to tell whether you were dealing with a delicious one or not.
How wet was she? Were the ridges plump and plentiful enough to cling sweetly to a cock? What was the temperature like? Did the passage run deep and true?
Held to those standards, Nayuta's pussy was a lock for A-grade. And it did not disappoint.
"Nnngh! Whoa... this pussy's really my type. You've been taking good care of it, haven't you? It's delicious. Virgin pussy, but it wraps around my cock so soft and smooth. Feels amazing."
"Ah... th-thank you. Um, honestly, I wasn't confident at all... I'm simply grateful you're enjoying it this much."
Her upper body dipped in a demure little bow — but her lower half told a completely different story. The instant Beomjun's cock pushed in, her pussy sprayed juice with a wet chk! chk!, the water pressure almost violent.
The gap between those two halves was no joke.
"How about a little more confidence? This plump ass is great, and your pussy's got a nice thick layer of meat on it — the cushioning feels pretty damn good."
"Ah, ahh, th-that's... But men always prefer pussy-sluts whose faces and words make it obvious how filthy they are."
A general theory, then.
And honestly, she wasn't entirely wrong. Objectively speaking, Nayuta's reactions were an unusual case for a pussy, and anyone who found that dissonance off-putting might well keep their distance.
But a man's tastes came in all kinds, didn't they? You couldn't cram everything into the mold of an ordinary guy.
"I like it, though."
"Eh...?"
Beomjun drew his hips far back, then drove forward like a drawn bowstring snapping home, punching straight into Nayuta's womb.
"Hhk!"
The impact sent her tongue lolling out of her mouth. A ridiculous reaction on that expressionless face.
No matter how much she looked like a doll, she was still human. Still a pussy.
He ground his pubic bone into the soft meat of her ass and gathered up a fistful of her long, straight hair. Black and beautiful, so full of life it almost seemed to breathe. Was there a man alive who didn't like pretty hair like this?
"Yeah, I really do like it. You've got it all ready for me, don't you? Easy to grab, easy to play with. That's why you grew it out, right?"
"Ah, I-I, that's..."
Nayuta started to say something, then dropped her head, apparently too embarrassed to finish, and offered an apology instead.
"...I'm sorry. If I'd tied it in twintails, you could have used them as handles for both hands. That would have been better."
Cute.
No — actually, genuinely cute. A flavor you rarely tasted with ordinary pussies.
Beomjun's cock, already swollen thick with heat, surged even harder. He twisted it clockwise inside her, dragging at the flesh of her walls, and the pussy juice that had been pooling in the gaps came spilling out all over again.
Like a dam giving way.
"Twintails, huh... Yeah, that wouldn't be bad. But right now I just want to feel this as it is. Hmm."
He drew her hair to his nose and breathed it in. Fresh, almost — or maybe sultry. The scent poured into his nostrils and planted its flag, the kind of smell that carved out its own territory and stayed with you for a long, long time.
The common wisdom was that a pussy went crazy for the smell of cock. And that was perfectly true — but a surprising number of people never realized the reverse held just as well.
Nice... that's a really fragrant smell.
And it wasn't simply fragrant. The deeper he pulled that scent in, the more something warm and swelling began to rise from below his balls.
Might as well let one go.
He gave Nayuta's ass two light pats, the way you'd pat a cat's rear, and bore down. The cock buried inside her lifted its head and scraped its tip along her upper wall, and he dumped every drop of the load he'd been holding back straight into her womb — a pristine womb that had never taken another man's cum. The thought of being the first to pour into it brought a small but genuine sense of conquest.
And right then, something unexpected scraped its way out of Nayuta's throat.
"Oho, ohoh, ohoooh, nnghooooooh..."
The voice only stopped when Beomjun's long orgasm finally ran dry.
A brief, awkward silence settled over the room. The only sounds that reached them were the howls of pussies in the other rooms.
"Um, h-how was it? Was my pussy worth using?"
Nayuta was the one who spoke first.
"Yeah, well. It was great. Your pussy's my type, turns out. Shot a really satisfying load, too. It was really good, but... what was that at the end? That didn't come out naturally, did it?"
As an attempt at the usual climax-howl of an ordinary pussy, it had felt far too forced. Less sexy than simply bewildering. Was this how it felt watching someone do a dog-howl impression that sounded nothing like a dog?
"......I-I just thought... at the very least, at the moment of creampie, if I cried out like a normal pussy, it might get a man more in the mood. ...I'm sorry if I ruined the atmosphere."
"Uh, well... ahahahahaha."
How was he even supposed to respond to that? Amid the confusion, a laugh welled up from his gut, and Beomjun simply let it take him.
Had she ruined the atmosphere? Honestly, he would have to say yes. A cock that could normally fire off four or five rounds without pulling out had gone soft, just like that.
But it wasn't simply that he'd gone limp. It was because she was cute. The thought that she was adorable had completely overpowered the thought that she was hot.
"You really do try, don't you. No — honestly, I don't think there are many pussies who put in this much effort."
Other pussies had a certain amount of natural talent going for them, that was the difference. The perverted moans and expressions Nayuta worked so hard at and still couldn't quite pull off came naturally to everyone else. And because Nayuta was the one they didn't come naturally to, you could see the effort. You could see her trying.
Wasn't that a good thing? A pussy who hadn't been born with it, working this hard anyway.
"Don't feel bad. I can say this much for sure. Your pussy was genuinely delicious. At least among the ones I've had, it'd make my top three. Almost a waste that it sat unused until now."
"Y-you don't have to go that far just to cheer me up..."
"I don't lie. It really is my type. Ah, right — give me your number. I'm going to be using you plenty from here on."
He held out his phone, and Nayuta's eyes widened, just a fraction. She clearly hadn't expected to be shown this much goodwill.
"Don't want to give it to me?"
"Nh..."
Nayuta shook her head in a flurry and quickly added her number to his contacts. He ran a test call, and a ringtone chirped from the clothes she'd shed.
"Good. I'll be in touch, so pick up promptly, all right? And if you want to call me first, that's fine too. Call whenever. There'll be times I can't pick up, but I'll always call back."
"......"
Nayuta stared at the phone with a passionate light in her eyes, then forced open lips that didn't want to move.
"Why... why are you going this far for me? To you, Beomjun, I'm nothing but one boring pussy who happened to catch your eye."
Why was he going this far?
That might have been a harder question than it sounded. Beomjun himself hadn't quite managed to put it into words yet. But if he had to say it—
"Just because. Your pussy is my type? Or maybe it's the way you look that's my type. Anyway, it felt like too much of a waste to just leave you alone."
It came out awkward, and he laughed it off.
"That's all it is. It'd be nice if we got along from here, right? You get someone who'll play with your pussy, I get a pussy that's my type. ...Unless you don't want that?"
It almost never actually happened, but a pussy did have the right to refuse a man. Whether that right got properly honored was another matter — but if Nayuta said no, Beomjun fully intended to apologize and back off.
Of course, she didn't.
"No, no. Of course not. I don't... dislike it. If anything, I just can't quite believe it's all right for me to receive this much."
"What's there to be unsure about? If a man gives you something, you just take it."
Half-teasing, Beomjun hooked his thumb over her lip and pulled it up.
Smile~
"...Yeah. Still kinda funny. You get me hard whether you're smiling or not, Nayuta. But if you still want to fix it, I could help."
"You'd... help me?"
"Yeah. Even if there's stuff a pussy can't do on her own, maybe a man helping out opens up some other way, right? How about it?"
Nayuta nodded with such force he almost worried her neck would snap. And even at that intensity, her face stayed perfectly blank. She really did look like a doll.
"It'll be pretty hard, but... well, let's give it a shot. And even if it doesn't work out, I'll keep using your pussy. All right?"
"......Thank, thank you. Truly."
Emotion must have welled up in her, because moisture gathered in Nayuta's eyes. So crying, at least, was something she could do.
"Let's see. ...First we clear up the misunderstanding. There's some weird rumor going around among your friends, right? That you don't really like being played with as a pussy, that kind of thing. Talking it out would be the easiest fix, but that doesn't look like it'll work."
"...No. It seems that's simply the image I have. Even when I say something, they don't really accept it."
"Then it's action over words. We'll take a picture and show everyone. Come on — kiss my cock."
"Ah... a k-kiss..."
There was a flicker of resistance at the word kiss — or maybe just shyness. Nayuta hesitated, lips parting and closing, and then—
"L-like this?"
—she found her courage and pressed a soft little bird-peck of a kiss to Beomjun's cock.
Cute.
He barely managed to keep his mouth from twitching as he snapped the commemorative shot.
"Mm, that came out well. Do you have social media?"
"...Ah, um... no."
"Yeah? Well, not everyone does. Hmm... then I'll just throw it up on our school's community board for now."
"There. Posted it to the community. Now there ought to be a few guys who'll at least try you out, just to see."
"...If you go this far for me, I don't even know how to thank you."
"Don't worry about it. I figure a tasty pussy deserves to be rated. I'll send the picture to your phone too, so if your friends start talking nonsense, just show them. Got it? I'm going to be using Nayuta's pussy a lot from here on, so keep it in good shape, all right?"
As he said it, Beomjun stroked her hair. And the face receiving that touch looked, to him, somehow as if it were smiling.
"Yes..."