Dahyun's Tempting Proposal
Kang Dahyun's sweet offer hung in the air. Her lips, glossed with pink tint that sparkled softly, parted as she whispered. Her eyes gleamed with a suggestive light. There was only one answer I could give.
"...Sounds good."
At my reply, Kang Dahyun gathered her long hair with both hands. They were relatively clean after she'd wiped them with tissues. The reason was simple—she didn't want strands falling across her face while she took me in her mouth. Somehow, it reminded me of tying hair back before eating noodles.
Once her hair was secured, she scooted her chair closer with a soft squeak. Leaning forward, she brought her head level with my lap. My erection stood ready beneath her.
Her head descended further.
A warm, moist sensation enveloped me. Her tongue slid along my length like a serpent climbing a tree—teasing the head, stroking the shaft, flicking the tip against the slit. Inside her mouth, my cock and her tongue danced together in a wet kiss.
"Haa..." A rough breath escaped me. Looking down, I saw her clearly now. Her bound hair exposed the nape of her neck. Her right hand gripped my chair while her left rested on my left knee. Shifting my gaze left, I took in her upper body: the white blouse with the black bra strap faintly visible beneath it, the slender light-brown waist peeking between blouse and skirt, and the short black skirt hugging her hips. Because she'd leaned toward me, her left buttock lifted slightly off the chair. Coffee-colored stockings wrapped her beautiful legs.
She never paused, sucking steadily. I lifted my head and glanced around. The lecture hall looked perfectly ordinary. Even her friends in the front row chatted and laughed, completely unaware of what was happening right behind them. When I looked down again, it was their friend—Kang Dahyun—working my cock with her mouth.
My left hand drifted naturally to her waist. That slim, smooth midriff was exposed between blouse and skirt—the same alluring line I'd admired earlier while following her. My fingers slid under the fabric, found her bra, and pushed it upward. Soft, yielding flesh filled my palm.
She kept sucking, her tongue swirling and stroking. Meanwhile my hand played with her breasts—squeezing, rolling her nipples, cupping both at once. I indulged myself freely.
Her movements grew more intense, as if the warm-up was over. I withdrew my hand from her blouse and slipped it beneath her skirt instead. The coffee-colored legs drew my eye. Because she was leaning forward, her left buttock hovered in the air, welcoming my touch. The smooth texture of her stockings met my fingers, firm and youthful. I squeezed hard.
"Mmph!" A muffled sound escaped her. I shifted my body left for better reach and slid my fingers toward her crotch. There was no time to peel the stockings down properly. With a quick tear, I ripped the fabric over her sex and pushed my fingers past the edge of her panties.
Thick, soft folds greeted me. I pulled my left hand back, retrieved the small cylindrical spray from my pocket—the Itch Spray that would turn any touch into overwhelming pleasure—and transferred it to my left hand. Aiming by feel, I slipped the nozzle inside her panties and pressed.
A fine mist coated her clit and the sensitive folds between her lips. The spray returned to my pocket. My fingers followed, now exploring the hypersensitive area. I pushed one finger inside, then two, then three, curling them into a hook that dragged against her inner walls while my thumb circled her clit.
She responded with even more vigorous suction, her tongue and lips working to draw out my release. The lewd chain reaction intensified. Wet sounds filled the narrow space between us—her mouth on me, my fingers inside her.
"Haa... haa... haah..." Her breathing grew ragged. To anyone watching from afar we would have looked like an affectionate couple: girlfriend resting her head on her boyfriend's thigh, boyfriend gently stroking her. Up close, the reality was far more obscene—my thick cock buried in her mouth, her head bobbing, three of my fingers pumping roughly into her soaked pussy.
The pressure built fast. I placed my right hand on her head and pressed down. She made a startled sound but I was past caring. With a final thrust I buried myself deep in her throat and came.
Thick pulses filled her. She pulled off coughing, eyes glistening with tears, a white trail leaking from the corner of her lips. She grabbed tissues and spat the rest into her palm, the sight somehow even more erotic than before.
A quest window appeared before me.
Group Assignment Grade Distribution (2/4) Completed.
Presentation — Completed
PPT — Completed
Research — Incomplete
Report Writing for Submission — In Distribution
Only one task remained. I already had a pretty good idea what it would be.
"Ugh, not again..." Doing the entire group project alone sounded exhausting. And this wasn't the only class I was taking.
While I was lost in thought, Kang Dahyun finished spitting into the tissues.
"Haa... ptui." She wiped her mouth, then spoke without turning her head. "Since we're already this wet... if you let me do it here, will you take care of the rest too?"
Handjob. Oral. The next step was obvious—sex.
"Here...?" I glanced around again. Nothing had changed. The professor was still lecturing. Students were still listening. Her friends in front were still chatting. The wet sounds we'd been making hadn't registered with anyone. The quest's influence, no doubt.
She leaned closer, her voice husky. "I'll let you cum inside. One creampie in exchange for handling the research. How about it?"
"Haa..." Her caramel-toned legs were right there. If I agreed, I'd be sliding between them in the middle of class.
"Well? Want to?"
"...Yeah."
I accepted. Her seductive smile deepened.
She stood, pushed her chair back, and positioned herself between the desk and me, facing away. Her hand disappeared under her skirt. The fabric lifted, revealing half of her ass. She hooked her panties aside, exposing herself, then lowered onto my lap.
My cock slid between her thighs and found her entrance. She sank down slowly.
"Hnnng..." A soft moan escaped her as I pushed past her pink folds. Her body trembled, back arching, head tilting back. Every line of her posture told me exactly how good it felt.