Shin So-yeon's Turn
As far as I knew, Shin So-yeon was a flute major in the music department. Her Hotstagram feed showed photos of her in a sleek black dress, playing the flute with graceful poise. Her slightly upturned eyes and sharp jawline gave her a cool, elegant beauty that shone even brighter when she performed. In those pictures she never wore the round silver-framed glasses she usually had on. The last time I checked her account, it was flooded with lewd DMs. Her sharp gaze carried a strange, seductive allure that drew people in.
From the first time I saw her until today, she had always favored leggings. The tight fabric clung to her plump hips and sculpted legs, leaving little to the imagination. And now that same woman was straddling my head, slowly peeling off her black leggings. Whether she had pulled her panties off with them or simply hadn't been wearing any, the moment the leggings came down her bare sex was fully exposed.
Shin So-yeon tossed the leggings aside and spoke to Yoon Eun-seol, who was still straddling me and panting.
"Eun-seol, move. It's my turn~"
"Haang... haang... Yes... unnie..."
-Schlick.
They even planned the order?
Yoon Eun-seol slowly lifted herself off my cock and stood up. She walked over to what looked like her desk, grabbed a tissue, and began wiping between her legs. A single drop of semen escaped the tissue and trickled down her tanned thigh.
-Swish.
By the time I looked back, Shin So-yeon had already positioned herself between my legs, her hips hovering directly above mine. If she sat down, it would be the exact same position Yoon Eun-seol had just been in. Standing there completely bare from the waist down, she looked down at me with an unreadable expression. I couldn't hide my shock.
Wait... why isn't it going down...?
My erection refused to fade. Even after climaxing, my cock stood rigid and painfully sensitive. If she took me inside her right now, the pleasure would be so intense I might actually pass out. I needed a moment to recover, but my body wasn't cooperating.
"Heh."
Shin So-yeon smiled mischievously as she watched my flustered face. She tilted her head and asked in a teasing tone.
"What's wrong, Juwan? Something feel off~?"
"Haa... haa... It's weird... I can't... get soft... haa... If we do it now... it'll be too much..."
-Pfft.
She chuckled softly.
"Juwan, at times like this you say 'the pill worked too well,' not 'it's weird'~"
"Haa... haa... What?"
...The pill?
A memory flashed through my mind—the moment they had pinned me down earlier. Yoon Eun-seol had forced my mouth open while Shin So-yeon dropped a single pill onto my tongue. That pill was keeping me hard.
Panicked, I blurted out, "Haa... So-yeon noona! Wait! Haa... I just came... haa... It's way too sensitive right now..."
"Heh. Really~?"
She looked down at me with the same playful, predatory smile, as if she were examining a fascinating new toy.
"Just... haa... let me rest for a second..."
"Hmm~ No thanks."
"What?"
"Your face right now is too cute. I can't hold back. Sorry~ Heh."
"Wait—!"
-Thud!
Shin So-yeon dropped straight down onto me. Unlike Yoon Eun-seol's firmer grip, her flesh felt impossibly soft and warm as it enveloped my cock.
"Noona! Hnnngh!"
"Aahng~ Haang~"
A blinding wave of pleasure crashed over me. My entire body convulsed. My fingers and toes curled involuntarily as tremors ran through every limb. Shin So-yeon watched my shaking form with obvious delight, then began moving her hips up and down in a steady rhythm.
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"S-stop! Hnn! Noona... hnnngh! Haah!"
"Juwan... haang... you're so cute... even when you're twitching like this... haang..."
Suddenly her movements stopped. A look of realization crossed her face.
"Ah... right. Yena?"
"...Yes?"
Song Yena, who had been holding my legs from behind, answered immediately.
"Yena, can you record a video for me~?"
"Ah...! Yes!"
Song Yena stood up and pointed her phone at us.
Recording started.
Shin So-yeon's hips resumed their steady motion.
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Hnnngh! Noona... haa... haa..."
"Juwan... haang~! I was the one who told Ayoung to bring you here... haaang~! What do you think of my idea~?"
The overwhelming sensitivity from right after climax had dulled slightly, but I was still barely holding on. My wrists remained bound behind my back, and Shin So-yeon continued riding me without mercy. My cock slid in and out of her slick heat again and again.
"Wow..."
Song Yena's surprised voice came from beside us as she filmed. Even she seemed shocked by the sight.
Shin So-yeon kept talking to me while moving.
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Aah... aahng... haa..."
"Haang~ We may have tricked you, but... haang~ you were also at fault... walking around with that obvious bulge in your jeans... following Ayoung here so recklessly..."
I couldn't even begin to understand what was supposedly wrong with following Lee Ayoung here.
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Aahng... hnn... haa..."
"Haang... wearing those tight jeans every day... haang... you brought this on yourself... so don't complain now..."
With my mind fogged by pleasure, I couldn't even argue. All I could do was moan beneath her.
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Hnn! Aah... haa..."
"Juwan... haang~ You're so cute... haang... and your cock is so big too... haaang..."
She leaned down and kissed me, her tongue slipping between my lips while her hips never stopped moving.
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
-Smooch... lick... suck...
Video recording ended.
A phone notification chimed beside us. Song Yena glanced at the screen, then started tapping again.
-Click. Click. Click.
She began taking photos instead—capturing Shin So-yeon's moving hips, our tangled tongues, every intimate detail from multiple angles.
-Click. Click. Click.
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
-Smooch... lick... suck...
Shin So-yeon suddenly pulled away from the kiss. A long, trembling moan escaped her lips.
"Haaang..."
She had reached her climax. Her slender body shuddered against mine as she leaned forward, breathing heavily.
From the side, Yoon Eun-seol's voice rang out, sounding completely unfazed.
"Yena, did you get it all?"
"Yes! I took photos too."
"Good girl~ Now it's your turn."
Apparently Song Yena was next. Her face flushed bright red as she carefully set the phone down on the desk.
-Schlick.
Shin So-yeon slowly lifted herself off me with a reluctant sigh, then leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.
-Kiss.
"Haa... good job, Juwan..."
She smiled in satisfaction before standing up and walking over to her desk for tissues, just like Yoon Eun-seol had done. While she cleaned herself, Yoon Eun-seol spoke to Song Yena.
"Yena, are you still a virgin?"
"Yes..."
"How are you still one~ Hehe. Looks like you'll graduate with Juwan oppa's cock."
In this world of estrus, Song Yena was apparently still untouched. She climbed onto me with an excited expression, her cheeks glowing. I lay bound at the wrists and ankles in the middle of the dorm room, surrounded by bunk beds and four desks lined against the walls. Only now, after climaxing twice, did I finally have a moment to take in my surroundings.
Song Yena positioned herself above me, wearing an oversized white shirt that swallowed her petite frame. From the front, it completely hid her lower body. She reached beneath the shirt, removed her pants and panties in one motion, and tossed them aside. Now she wore nothing but the large shirt.
At 148cm, Song Yena looked like a living doll—delicate features, perfect proportions, and porcelain skin. The oversized shirt made her seem even smaller, like a child wearing her father's clothes. And this tiny girl was now straddling me, completely bare underneath.
She began to lower herself.
"Y-Yena... haa..."
"...Yes?"
"Just... wait a second... haa... can we rest first...?"
They were taking turns at their leisure, but I was at my limit. The nonstop waves of pleasure had left my body trembling and my vision blurring. My eyelids fluttered uncontrollably.
"Senior... I can't wait anymore."
"Haa... haa... just a little slower... please..."
-Thud.
Song Yena sank down onto me. Thanks to the pill, my cock was still rock hard. Her entrance was much tighter than the others, gripping me almost painfully.
"Hnnngh!"
"Hnn!"
The intense pressure made my head spin. Song Yena leaned forward, her expression filled with awe as she looked down at me.
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Aahng! Senior... it's... really big..."
"Hnnngh... stop... just... rest for a second... hnn!"
"Aahng~ Every time you walked past in those jeans... haang... I kept staring..."
Those damn jeans again...
Her skin was pale and smooth. With her small frame and the way she sat in a wide W-shape rather than kneeling, she looked like a bouncy little ball perched on top of me.
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Senior... haang... you're my first... haaang~!"
"Aahng! Slower... I'm going to lose my mind... hnn!"
Blood from her broken hymen coated my shaft each time she lifted herself. The sight only made everything more intense. I was already on the verge of blacking out from the endless stimulation.
-Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Haaang~ Senior... your cock is so big... haang~ It feels amazing... I'm going to brag to my classmates... haang~!"
"Hnnngh! Hnn! Aah!"
Completely ignoring my state, Song Yena bounced wildly on top of me until my vision finally went dark.
Some time later—
-Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"Haa... I really like you, oppa... haang~! O-oppa...!"
"Huh?... Huh?? W-who... are you...?"
When I regained consciousness, a different girl was riding me. My mind was still hazy, and it took a moment to recognize her. She was clearly not Song Yena—her build was larger.
-Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"Haang... It's me... Eun-seol... haa... You came so many times you can't even tell?"
How many times... did I come...?
While I had been unconscious, the relentless cycle had continued without pause.