Dahyun's Sticky Bargain
Kang Dahyun always drew the eyes of every male student on campus. That beauty mark near her eye, her cat-like gaze, caramel-toned skin, and cool, sharp demeanor. Her beautiful hip line and long, shapely legs. Her charm overflowed in every direction, but it was her lower body and distinctive skin tone that truly set her apart. Still, I had never paid much attention to her hands before.
—Ziiip. While she pulled down my zipper, I got a clear view of those hands up close. Smooth caramel skin. Slender, elegant wrists. Delicate, graceful fingers. Her nails gleamed under a coat of clear polish. Her beautiful hand reached into my pants, tugged down my underwear, and freed my cock. The moment her soft fingers wrapped around me, I was already hard.
Kang Dahyun sat in the very back row by the window, and I was seated to her right. She pulled my cock out with her right hand, then brought that same hand up to her chin and held it palm-up. Tilting her head slightly, she let a thin strand of saliva drip from her lips onto her open palm.
“Hah… heh…”
Her tongue peeked between her plump lips, guiding the clear thread of spit down into her hand. Watching a beautiful girl drool into her own palm like that was strangely captivating. I understood immediately why she was doing it. That saliva was about to become lubricant.
“Hee…”
She let the spit gather for a few seconds, then lowered her glistening palm beneath my desk. My cock stood stiff and exposed. She tilted her hand and let the warm saliva trickle over the head, then wrapped her fingers around me. The wet, soft sensation of her palm and slender fingers enveloped me completely. Her spit stayed trapped between her skin and mine as she began to stroke.
—Squish… squish… squish…
Looking down, I could see her beautiful hand working me. She massaged my shaft with steady, rhythmic motions, producing wet, sticky sounds. To anyone else it would have looked like she was simply spreading her own saliva over me. Yet her expression remained perfectly calm as she read her major textbook with her left hand, holding the pages flat against the breeze. Aside from the fact that her right hand was hidden beneath my desk, she looked like any ordinary student attending lecture.
—Squish… squish… squish…
In the back of the basic psychology classroom, the lewd sounds of her handjob echoed softly. Does… nobody notice? The wet, rhythmic noise of her saliva-slicked fingers stroking me should have been obvious, but the room remained unchanged. The professor continued lecturing normally, and every student focused on their own work. Even Kang Dahyun herself wore an indifferent expression while reading her textbook, as though nothing unusual was happening.
—Squish… squish… squish…
Only the obscene sounds coming from beneath the desk betrayed what was really going on. I already knew the reason no one reacted. Quests. Ordinary people couldn’t perceive quest generation, completion, or the use of quest items. They were like NPCs who never noticed game bugs. Any “error” created by the system simply went unseen by normal eyes.
—Squish… squish… squish…
“Haa…”
Even while my mind wandered, pleasure kept flooding through me. Hot breaths escaped my lips on their own. I gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, no longer able to focus on the lecture at all. Every sense was locked on what was happening beneath the desk—the thick, obscene cock and the gentle hand massaging it.
I turned my head left and looked at her. Her face was the picture of serenity. She read her textbook with calm, indifferent eyes, occasionally turning a page with her left hand in time with the professor’s lecture. Only her right hand moved beneath my desk, steadily stroking me.
—Squish… squish… squish… squish… squish… squish…
“Haa… haah… haa…”
Her breathing grew rougher. The pleasure building in my cock was becoming almost unbearable. When I glanced down again, I saw her caramel-colored hand, slender wrist, and delicate fingers working me. Her clear nail polish caught the light beautifully. Without thinking, I spoke.
—Squish… squish… squish… squish… squish… squish…
“Haa… your nail polish… haah… looks pretty… haah…”
“Mind your own business.”
Her voice was cold, completely at odds with the soft movements of her hand. Kang Dahyun had no interest in talking to me outside of the group project. Annoyed, she suddenly tightened her grip and sped up.
—Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Hngh! W-wait… haah!”
Her fingers squeezed and pumped rapidly, clearly trying to make me finish as quickly as possible so she could dump the rest of the work on me. The wet sounds grew louder, almost like a duck quacking.
—Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Haa… wait… haah… slower… haah…”
“Just cum already.”
She spoke in a relaxed tone without even turning her head, eyes still fixed on her textbook. She had zero interest in anything except making me finish fast. Then she added, confirming our earlier “deal”:
—Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Once you cum once, you’re doing the presentation.”
“W-wait… haah… slower… haah!”
Kang Dahyun showed no mercy. I hunched forward, gripping the desk with everything I had. My legs stretched out on their own, pushing the desk slightly forward.
—Squeak.
“Hngh… ngh.”
—Squish! Slap! Squelch! Slap!
The sound changed. Her saliva had dried up from the intense pace. I heard her click her tongue in irritation beside me. When I glanced over, her sexy face was slightly scrunched. She tried stroking a few more times, but quickly realized it was pointless without lubrication. She lifted her right hand back to her chin.
“Hah… hee…”
Once more she let fresh saliva pool in her palm. Her moist tongue appeared between her lips, guiding the thick strand down. It looked far more lewd than morning dew falling from a leaf. When her palm was full again, she reached back under the desk and grabbed me, moving faster and rougher than before.
—Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
“Haa…”
Her beautiful, slender fingers played me like an instrument, producing wet, obscene sounds with every stroke.
—Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
“Haa… s-slower… haah…”
“Just cum already.”
Her voice remained flat and disinterested, yet her hand grew even more aggressive.
—Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
“W-wait…”
“Stop talking.”
She cut me off and focused on her task. I turned to watch her profile—indifferent expression, eyes on her textbook, left hand calmly holding the page, while her right hand mercilessly squeezed and stroked my cock.
—Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
Even though I had asked her to slow down, she ignored me completely. Her delicate caramel hand pumped me relentlessly.
—Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Hngh… haah…”
My breathing grew ragged. Gripping the desk, head bowed, I fought to hold back my orgasm. Her touch was anything but affectionate, yet I didn’t want it to stop.
—Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
Her beautiful hand milked me like she was squeezing a cow’s udder. Hold… hold it in… I didn’t want this pleasure to end so soon. I tensed every muscle, enduring the intense stimulation. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I stared down at her caramel hand working my cock.
—Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Haa… just cum already… this is annoying…”
Kang Dahyun’s irritated voice reached me. My refusal to finish quickly was clearly getting on her nerves. She clicked her tongue again, then suddenly leaned closer. Another hand entered my view—her left hand, also glistening with saliva.
She tilted her body toward me and used both hands. Her left hand gently rubbed the head while her right hand pumped the shaft with renewed vigor.
—Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
The dual stimulation was overwhelming. The sweet scent of her shampoo drifted over as she leaned in. Moments later, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
—Spurt.
“Hngh…”
Strength drained from my lower body. My cock softened and hung limply. Kang Dahyun caught the cum in her left palm, then carefully tilted her hand so nothing would spill. With her saliva-covered right hand she pulled a travel pack of tissues from the corner of the desk and wiped her left palm clean, just as casually as she had wiped up spilled coffee earlier.
“Haa…”
I sat there catching my breath beside her when a notification window appeared.
Group Assignment Grade Distribution completed (1/4).
Presentation — Complete
PPT — Incomplete
Research — Incomplete
Final Report — Incomplete
Huh…? I was still breathing hard when the window popped up. Only a quarter of the work had been assigned so far. There was still a lot left to divide.
Maybe… I should stop here. I had already cum once. Getting a handjob from a beautiful college girl right in the middle of class had been intense and plenty satisfying. With all the other assignments piling up, maybe it was time to call it quits and dump the rest on her.
—Tap. Tap.
A finger poked my left shoulder. When I turned, Kang Dahyun was pointing at my softened cock with her right index finger. I spoke in a tired voice.
“Haa… that’s enough… the rest is—”
Before I could finish, she changed the direction of her finger, pointing instead at her own plump, glossy lips. Those lightly tinted, beautiful lips suddenly looked incredibly erotic. Then she spoke, her voice low and seductive.
“If I do it with my mouth once, will you make the PPT?”
The professor was still lecturing. Students were still studying normally. And here she was offering to give me a blowjob right here in class? Caramel skin, cat-like eyes, that sexy mole, her tsundere personality, the beautiful body of a part-time fitting model—Kang Dahyun. She was offering to suck me off during lecture?
“Well? Do you want it?”
Just moments ago she had looked annoyed while squeezing me, but now her attitude had completely flipped. Her eyes were sultry, her voice a whisper, and she was openly tempting me. I couldn’t refuse.
“…Okay.”
A small, knowing smile curved her lips—the smile of someone who had expected exactly that answer. Her tinted lips glistened with a soft pink sheen. Then they parted, revealing her moist tongue. She slowly licked her lips, as if savoring the thought of what was about to happen. But the thing that would soon enter her mouth wasn’t food. It was the thick, obscene cock currently hanging limp beneath my desk.