School (3)
"Seoha. Seoha? Are you asleep?"
Uh... Franc?
"After making me wait and fret like this... I hate you."
My head was fogged.
Franc sat astride me, her face flushed a deep pink, looking down with an expression so sultry it hardly seemed real, and the backdrop glimmering behind her like a still sheet of water only made the whole thing feel more dreamlike.
"Where are you looking, when I'm right here? That's too cruel..."
Her platinum-blonde hair, falling to her shoulders, clung in damp strands to sweat-slick skin, and a tear trembled in those jewel-blue eyes.
A bead of sweat gathered on the bridge of her nose and dropped straight down onto my chest. Heat bloomed from the spot where it landed and spread through my whole body.
I followed the flush of her face down the nape of her neck and lower still, to her chest — pale skin glistening with sweat, full heavy breasts, and nipples standing out red, as if a flower had bloomed there.
I stared, blank, then reached out with a trembling hand and took hold of her sweat-damp breast.
Franc's breast was soft and moist past anything I could name. Watching it yield and deform in my palm, I felt a thirst burning through me.
Gulp.
"Hehehe."
She laughed as if it tickled, face flushed, and she looked so much like some chaste enchantress that my vision seemed to tremble.
Franc reached out, laced her fingers through the hand cupping her breast, bent until her face was close, and covered my lips with her own.
Something soft and unidentifiable tapped against my teeth. I opened my mouth, and it slipped inside as if it had been waiting.
This is... Franc's... tongue?
I sucked mindlessly at the soft, wet flesh teasing the inside of my mouth, nipped it lightly, tasted it — and Franc drew a bewitching smile with her eyes while her hand stroked my cheek, velvet-soft.
Sweet. From that flesh a sweetness like apple juice spread and filled my mouth.
Lick. Slurp. Smack. Suck.
I was lost in the taste of her tongue when it left as suddenly as it had come, unannounced.
No! Don't go! Just a little more!
My pitiful cry did nothing. Franc rose with merciless composure, looked down at me through a flush gone even deeper and a face overflowing with lust, unlaced our fingers, shifted on her knees until she was poised over my face, and spread her sex wide with both hands.
"Can you see my hole, squirming like that? It's aching for that thick, long thing of yours to come inside..."
Forced open by slender white fingers, the place revealed a small cave of pink flesh, writhing as if it were alive.
A cave so small I wondered whether even a finger would fit. And glimpsed within it, now and then — Franc's womb.
Clear dew seeped from the living walls of that pulsing cave and fell onto my face, drop by drop. I put out my tongue and licked the droplet that landed on my lips, and sure enough it tasted of sweet apple.
"Well...? This is the hole Seoha likes, isn't it?"
Looking at the glistening pink of her inner flesh, my throat went dry past enduring.
"Haahn..."
I reached up, caught her narrow waist, and pulled her down until my lips were buried against her sex. A moan thick with lust drove into my ear.
I peeled back the little hood over her clit, and the bud — swollen with a rush of blood — popped free. With the tip of my tongue I gave that impudent little bead a light stroke.
"Hah—!"
Her thighs clamped at once. The carved lines of her abdomen trembled, and with every panting breath those heavy, teardrop breasts began to sway.
"Haaah! Ahh, S-Seoha. There, aaahn!"
The soft little nub against my tongue drove me into a maddening thirst. A thirst no amount of water could quench. To quench this...
I covered her clit with my lips as if kissing it and sucked hard. Her waist bowed like a drawn bow, arching back so far she looked ready to topple.
Suck. Suuuck.
"Hyaaaahn! Aaaahn!"
I sucked at her clit in time with those obscene moans, and her waist thrashed like a fish pulled from the water. Franc began caressing her own breasts, spilling one melting moan after another.
"Seoha, Seohaa! It's too much! Stop...!"
Don't care. Can't hear you.
I slid the hand pinning her waist downward and pushed my index and middle fingers into her small meat-hole. The walls writhed as if they meant to subdue the intruder, wrapping around my fingers.
It felt like countless worms coiling around them.
"Hyaaat! D-don't scrape—!"
I crooked my fingers like hooks and raked the inner walls. They spasmed and clamped down hard, as if they would allow the intruder not one more movement.
The grip of her inner flesh was so tight it was hard even to move my fingers. I had paused my assault on her clit; the moment I started again, her thighs twitched on the verge of closing, then suddenly flew wide, and her waist bent back as if it might snap.
"...Ahn!! Aaaahn! Hyaaaahn!"
Oh — Franc's pu... her pussy is biting down on my fingers.
Slurp. Suuuck. Smack.
My mouth never let up on her clit. At the same time I drove my index finger into her rear entrance and my thumb into the front, and her sphincter clenched as if it meant to snap my finger clean off. I pressed index and thumb together and rubbed the thin wall caught between them.
"Hhik! Hkyaaaaahn!"
She must have reached her peak. Clear fluid, thin as water, gushed from that small, cute little hole, and her upper body swayed so precariously I thought she might collapse.
I wanted to see her face, but those large breasts, gleaming with sweat, heaved and blocked my view. A shame.
Then I felt it. My cock, swollen fit to burst since earlier, sliding into something warm and wet. A cave.
Huh?
I craned my neck and looked past Franc's thigh. Hair black as silk, neatly gathered and tied back, and the tidy crown of a head.
Who?
A sensation I had no words for — hot and warm, soft and slick — flesh licking my Little Buddy.
I wanted to know what this feeling wrapped around me was, and who the person behind Franc might be, but pleasure surged up right after and my neck went stiff. I couldn't hold out. My head dropped.
A soft mass of flesh sucked at my glans like a frozen ice pop.
Something like Franc's tongue licked it the way you'd lick a soft-serve cone, then bit it like a popsicle, and every time it did, a pleasure sharp enough to make me come crashed over me in waves.
I had the feeling that if I came, everything would end, so I held on by force — and then came the sensation of my glans forcing a narrow entrance wider, pushing in slowly.
The storm of stimulation stopped. In its place a strong pressure covered two-thirds of my shaft, and I finally caught my breath. To drag my attention off my lower half, I took Franc's sex — red, engorged, her breath coming hard — into my mouth.
Slllp. Slurp. Lick, lick.
"Hiiing?! Hyaaahn...!"
I was venting, into the cleft of her, the indignation of having my Little Buddy worked over, and she screamed as if her breath were failing and seized a fistful of my hair.
Huh?
Something began to rhythmically squeeze and release the glans that had been forced into that narrow passage. The stimulation was less than before, and because of that the pleasure creeping up was thicker, harder to bear.
Kh... N-no.
At this rate I'm going to blow any second!
I desperately suppressed the urge to come, and instead tormented every hole Franc had.
I pushed my middle finger deep into her anus and scraped the wall. I drove my index finger into her cunt and worked her G-spot while my thumb ground down on her clit. Her lower belly shook as if a motor had been bolted to it. The muscle of her thighs stood out so sharply they looked ready to split in two, and both hands seized the sheets and twisted them as if she meant to tear them apart.
And then—
"Haaaaak!!"
Franc snapped her waist upright and climaxed, spraying a magnificent squirt. At the same moment the warm pressure around my glans vanished, and a cool feeling took its place.
She gave up because I wouldn't come? Hoo... hoo...
Hm?
Past the shoulder of Franc, gone rigid at her peak, I saw black hair swaying. Taller than Franc... was she?
And the softness swallowing my Little Buddy. Snug. Warm. Wet.
My glans parted something hot and narrow and drove deep, and a groan slipped out of me before I knew it. This was the sensation I had wanted to feel all along. That one.
This thing wrapping my Little Buddy without a gap and starting to squeeze — this has to be a woman's pu... pussy, right?
I wanted to know who had taken my first time, but a pleasure worse than what the mouth had done earlier rolled over me. Just holding back my orgasm was all I could manage. I couldn't spare a thought for anything else.
The hole was so hot and blissful it felt as if my Little Buddy would melt. I clenched down with everything I had, desperate not to come — and Franc, a beat late, let out a short moan, leaned her back against the woman behind her, and went limp.
The face that appeared over Franc's shoulder was—
Big sis Hwayeon?!
My thing is inside her pu— augh, inside there?
H-Hwayeon, face flushed, kneaded Franc's ample breasts, caught a nipple between her fingers, and twisted it, toying with her.
"Haaaah. Seoha's pillar is so hard, and so big... hnnh. I like it. Aah..."
In time with her words, whatever was wrapped around my Little Buddy began to churn and move. She held still with my length taken all the way to the root, but her inner walls were another matter — they rippled without pause, coiling around me, squeezing and releasing.
It was a dizzying pleasure, like being sucked into a black hole. Because of it the semen in my gut boiled up, ready to spill at any moment.
Kkh. S-Sis. I can't hold it!
"Don't."
Uk. Wh-why?
"You don't want to marry me, but you still want to come inside my belly?"
Huh?
In that instant she rolled her hips in a full circle. My shaft moved with her, and my sensitized glans was dragged hard against her inner flesh. The pleasure came back at me, amplified dozens of times over.
"Aaaahn."
Uwaaat!
The pleasure felt like my cock would be pulled out by the root. Without meaning to, I let go of the strength I'd been holding in my lower belly and my sphincter. The passage that had been blocked all this time blew open, and with a pleasure more extreme than anything I had felt in my life, semen erupted and dirtied Hwayeon's womb.
"Hnnnh. Haaaaah..."
She closed her eyes, bit lightly at her lower lip in an expression dripping with sex, and savored for a moment the hot semen knocking at the door of her womb. Then she turned a soft, smiling look on me and opened her mouth.
"Seoha."
Between the pleasure on her face, the languor of that explosive release, and the heat of Hwayeon's cunt still clinging to my glans, I felt my heart melting as I answered.
Why... are you calling me?
"It's time to get up."
Huh?
...?!
Ghk!!
The wet, awful feeling in my underwear hit me. I sucked in a breath and checked on Franc with my eyes first.
Her form flickered, fading slowly in and out, and that was enough to convince me she was deeply asleep. I focused and turned Search across the family.
In the master bedroom, Mom was nestled in Dad's arms, breathing soft and even, and Dad held her to the same steady rhythm.
Sis was in her own room, lying on her side with the blanket drawn up to her shoulders, puffing out quiet breaths. Clearly dead asleep.
I clenched my teeth and slipped out of bed carefully enough not to wake Franc. Then I snatched up my underwear in one quick motion and bolted for the bathroom.
I'm... insane!
Along with the hollow, emptied feeling in my lower belly, guilt toward Franc and Hwayeon billowed up like a mushroom cloud.
"A wet dream — and a threesome wet dream with Franc and Hwayeon, of all things...!"
I crouched in the bathroom and clutched my head.
Kkh. In the moment it was so real I could never have thought it was a dream. The feel of it on both hands, my mouth, my Little Buddy — all of it vivid. I'd even felt the heat filling the room. And all of that was a dream!
The illusion that I'd actually had sex wouldn't fade. The dream kept replaying in my head, and my dick tried to get hard again.
Sensations I'd never touched, never licked — why were they that real...!
Uuuugh!
Right. It's that cheating couple's fault! I saw that, so I had a dream like this!
...How am I supposed to look at Hwayeon after this. She might show up as soon as tomorrow over that contract.
Uuuugh.
Tormented by a tangled, unsettled heart and a crashing wave of guilt, I was washing my underwear in the sink when post-nut clarity slammed into me, terrifying in its force.
Damn it. I came a lot.
I barely finished cleaning up, then ran Search again to check on the family. Good. Nobody was awake.
Using Phase Power to kill my presence as far as I could, I crept out of the bathroom and opened the door to the dressing room.
Click.
I flinched.
A door that never made a sound on any other day rang out especially loud today. Startled, I scanned the master bedroom behind me, but my parents were still off in dreamland.
I want to die. What kind of state is this, seriously...
I quietly shoved the wrung-out underwear in among the laundry and returned to my room, and only then did a sigh of relief escape me.
What time is it?
The clock on the wall read 5:32 in the morning. Before long everyone would be up, getting ready to start the first day of the week.
Watching Franc sleep, breathing soft and even, the Franc from the dream — the one who had seemed in heat — kept overlapping her, and guilt and arousal rushed in together until I thought I'd lose my mind.
And yet my lecherous eyes were fixed on the curves of her body showing past the blanket. What kind of bastard had I turned into?
Right! I heard she masturbates with that angelic face, so that's why! So it isn't my fault!
But over the image of Franc asleep, the image of Franc panting in pleasure and then passing out...
...I should shower. I have to wash this torment off!
On the other hand, part of me hoped I'd have a dream like this again.
No, no! No! I don't need to!
...But if it's only sometimes...
Kkh!
Maybe because I'd emptied out whatever had built up until I was hollow, and showered on top of that, vitality coursed through my whole body and I felt light. My head, on the other hand, was a complete wreck.
I was worried about what kind of face I was supposed to wear once Franc woke.
Whether it was the sound of my shower that had woken her, I saw Sis getting up from her bed.
I finished showering and came out in nothing but my underwear. Sis was standing in front of the bathroom, face half asleep. She looked my barely dressed body over with slightly drowsy eyes, then let out a long sigh.
"Unbelievable. My little brother was so chubby and cute, and after one trip to the Phase World he's skinny as a rail, and no matter how well we feed him he won't put on any weight..."
...So the one who fattened me up like a pig was Sis all along.
"I'm not getting fat like a pig anymore, you know?"
"Since when was that being a pig?"
"If that wasn't a pig, what was it! Then you try fattening up to a hundred and seventy-five pounds! I'll call you cute too!"
Smack!
"Kack!"
She fretted over her own weight like crazy and still ran her mouth, and it annoyed me enough that I yelled — and she immediately threw a fist and cracked a knuckle against the crown of my head.
This is unreasonable...!
The pain in the top of my skull made me clutch my head with both hands, eyes welling, and my angry sister's voice reached my ears.
"You think a hundred and seventy-five on a woman is the same as a hundred and seventy-five on a man?!"
"Khuhhh. What's different about it?"
"A hundred and seventy-five on a woman is the same as three hundred and fifty on a man!"
"Since when has that been a thing!?"
"Since right here, you idiot!"
Sis shouted at the top of her lungs, kicked me in the ass, let out a hmph!, and vanished into the bathroom.
This is unjust! I can't hit her, but she hits me all she wants! Argh, seriously, if I'd been the older one I'd have half killed her!
Trembling with an outrage I couldn't control, I glared at the bathroom door, and from inside came the sound of water pouring down.
Is there really no way to get revenge?
I was rubbing my crown and my backside when Mom came out of the master bedroom mid-yawn — our scuffling must have woken her.
"Aigoo. You two, fighting first thing in the morning?"
"Sis started it!"
"You want to get hit again?!"
Eek. That devil of a hag, I swear!
I gave Franc — woken by the commotion — an awkward smile and offered a morning greeting, asking if she'd slept well.
"Did you sleep well too, Seoha? You're up early today."
Sweet Franc smiled brightly and returned the greeting, with a face that couldn't begin to guess what kind of dream I'd had last night.
Facing her faintly translucent naked form, last night's lewd Franc laid itself over the image. My conscience jabbed me, again and again.
I hemmed and hawed, grabbed my uniform, and fled the room like a man escaping — and found breakfast already laid out on the table.
But Dad, Mom, and Sis had only toast, soft-yolk fried eggs, blanched broccoli, and salad. Why was I the only one with rice, meat side dishes, and meat soup?
"Feels like my menu's a little different?"
Sis, still huffing, popped a piece of salad into her mouth and said, primly,
"You're an ability user."
"So I decided my son, at least, would start the morning with a proper meal. You have to eat well if you're going to have any strength, don't you?"
"...Thaaank you."
With Mom thinking of me like that, I couldn't exactly whine. Seriously. At the sight of me, unable to laugh or cry, Franc was stifling a chuckle.
Hnn. Nothing for it. Once I finish eating I'll have to run my Phase Power hard.
I polished off a high-protein spread close to three servings and sat in the living room wondering whether I needed something for digestion, and Mom and Dad came out of the master bedroom, ready for work.
"Honey. I'll drop our son off at school, so you go on ahead."
"All right. Daughter, let's go."
"Okaaay."
Dad left first with Sis in the sedan, and I headed for school with Mom and Franc in the van.
"Son. If anyone at school gives you a hard time over the days you were out, you have to tell Mom. Understood?"
"Mom... do you really think some ordinary student is going to pick on an ability user?"
Franc seemed to think it didn't make sense either. She was smiling awkwardly from the back seat.
"Your father says it all the time, doesn't he? The world is wide, and..."
"There are a lot of strange people? Got it. If some lunatic like that shows up, I'll be sure to tell you."
Come to think of it, I'd already met one. Maybe the world has more maniacs than you'd expect...
While I was pondering what kind of shape the world was in, we arrived at school. Walking the grounds with Mom, sure enough, the eyes of the kids and the staff all swung toward her.
"Whoa, damn. Is that figure even real?"
"She's so pretty. A celebrity? Who is she?"
"The kid next to her's in a new uniform. A transfer?"
"Looks like it. If they came together, she must be his guardian."
"An aunt, maybe, or a cousin. They don't look anything alike."
"Sh-should I try talking to her?"
"Hey, hey. Doesn't she look like Senior Siha?"
"Huh? She actually does."
As expected, most of the murmuring was about Mom. I'd heard did they fish you out from under a bridge so many times that this much didn't bother me at all.
If anything, I was glad the verdict had grown more generous than before. At least they were counting me as family now. Back then, the personal attacks had been bleak enough to make me cry.
Still, the kids at our school were a little more mature than the ones elsewhere, and they cared about manners, so the kind of delinquents who used to pop out back in middle school didn't show themselves.
Click. Shhk.
We reached the faculty office. The sliding door opened, and this time the teachers gathered inside turned their eyes on me and Mom.
"Mom. Over there."
Our spinster of a homeroom teacher was among them, so I led Mom that way, and the teacher's eyes went wide.
"Oh my — Seoha's mother... if that's you, then you're Seoha?!"
At her cry, the gazes that had been on Mom stabbed into me instead. The envy mixed into the adults' looks gave off a thrill on a completely different level from kids my age.
Heh heh. This humble student of yours has returned an ability user.
"That student is the one from the rumors..."
"I heard he became an ability user. He's changed a lot."
"I remember seeing him during class, and I can't find a trace of how he used to look."
"I was told that unless you're a physical-enhancement type, the changes aren't that large. Perhaps awakening young affected his growth plates..."
"Hahaha. To think an ability user came out of my students. The school's standing is only going to rise!"
The teachers were quietly talking among themselves when the Anomalous Biology teacher's voice reached me, and my mood soured at once. He said the school's standing, but the tone was pure bragging — as if he'd taught me so well that I'd made it back alive.
So. Damn. Annoying!
He hadn't helped one bit, and seeing him act like that made my guts twist. I wished I could just make a eunuch out of him.
"Hello, Ms. Choi Mi-ran. I'm Seoha's mother. I called the day before yesterday — do you remember?"
"Ah, yes. Of course I remember... Seoha's mother."
Our teacher. Choi Mi-ran was the same age as Mom, but looking at them, Mom seemed like her much younger sister. On top of that, Mom was the wife of a private general hospital's director and had a son like me, while the teacher was a spinster who had never even managed to marry.
She must have felt the difference. A gloom settled over that rabbit-like face.
The world is simply an unfair place, you know. Just like what happened to me this morning. So get used to it. Once you do, it's comfortable.
At last she shook the gloom off, clasped my hand tight as if she were truly relieved, and let out a breath.
"You have no idea how glad I am you came back safe. It was hard over there, wasn't it?"
"It was a little rough, but I managed."
"You've done so well. Your seat's all ready, so go on to the classroom first. I need to take your mother to meet with the principal."
"I will. Mom, I'm heading in."
"Son, hang in there. You've got this!"
"...Yeah."
Mom clenched a cute little fist to cheer me on, and the male teachers' faces went hopelessly slack. I waved back at her once, turned, and walked out of the faculty office.
Mom and the teacher watched my back for a moment, then headed together toward the principal's office, and the teachers soon took me as their subject and bloomed into lively talk. And yet the Anomalous Biology teacher, who hadn't done a thing worth praising, ended up at the center of it.
That Anomalous Biology teacher really rubs me the wrong way.
Ching. Shhk.
I came out of the faculty office and stood a moment, watching the kids go by. Why was it that nobody was paying me any attention?
With a face like mine, the girls walking past ought to look back at least once — ah! One looked!
...And turned her head away inside of a second. What.
This isn't how it's supposed to go...
Muttering inwardly, I headed for my classroom on the fourth floor, and in all that time not a single girl spared me a glance.
How is this possible?! I'm pretty decent to look at now, aren't I?! Or has it not gotten around, what my face looks like now that I'm an ability user?!
Murmur, murmur.
I opened the back door of the classroom and went in, but only a few kids near the door so much as looked my way. The rest didn't even notice I'd arrived, busy studying or chattering with whoever sat beside them.
"Who are you? You sure you've got the right class?"
"A transfer?"
"Dude. If he were a transfer, he'd have come with the teacher."
"Yeah, true."
Disappointment surged up fast. Could it be I was still ugly? Was Franc's sense of beauty at a seriously dangerous level, the way I'd half feared?
I was trying to settle my complicated feelings under the stares of the kids whispering about me when the class president stood and came over.
Five foot three, a neat bob, small rimless glasses, a cute face — the class president was famous for remembering people. And she didn't recognize me.
The feeling that something about this was all wrong kept growing, and I said to the class president who couldn't place me,
"Hi. I'm Su Yu-ri. I'm the class president — who are you?"
"I'm Seoha."
And the classroom went quiet.