The Lewd Virgin
Female creatures must worship the male cock and serve it.
That is the natural order of things in this age.
And yet, there will always be heretics who try to break free from that framework.
Women who have grown old enough to know better but remain trapped in an overripe adolescence, nothing but oversized tits and nothing else.
One might say that educating mentally immature females is also part of the Breeding Uncle's business offerings.
"So, this is the girl?"
I flipped through the student records, scanning the personal file of a certain woman.
The ID photo didn't reveal how large her breasts were, how plump her thighs, or what her BMI might be — but the moment I saw her face, any concerns I'd had melted away like snow in spring.
Long, white eyelashes. Ash-grey hair contrasted by crimson eyes.
Snow-white skin, a delicate nose, and pink lips glistening with moisture.
She was, by any standard, a beauty.
"Yes. Her name is Baek Dohee. She's a student at our school. A third-year."
"A student? I was under the impression you requested a virgin deflowering."
"Ah. There's no need to worry about that. She's a student in title only — she's actually an adult."
"Sounds like there's a story there."
"She was born with a weak constitution, so she started school about three years late."
"I see."
So she had a frail disposition, then.
Her resistance would be effectively zero.
"Is she in good shape now? A first deflowering is quite physically demanding, you know."
Taking a pure woman's virginity was always something to look forward to, but it was never a trivial matter.
There were its own complications, you might say.
It varied from woman to woman, but once the hymen tore, the pain of childbirth would follow soon after.
Some reached climax on the first attempt, but if the compatibility was wrong, they could suffer excruciating pain and be bedridden for days.
And this one was supposedly frail. It was the Breeding Uncle's duty, but this job looked considerably more difficult than usual.
At my question, the female teacher half-opened her eyes and smiled.
"Hehe. You don't need to worry about that."
"On what basis?"
"Just a moment..."
The teacher stood up, turned, and moved toward a drawer set a short distance away.
The click-clack of her heels echoed as Han Bom bent down and began opening the lower drawers one by one.
"Hmm... not this one... this one's for another girl..."
I couldn't tear my eyes away from Han Bom's backside as she rummaged through the drawers.
She was a female, yet she wore a black business suit.
Still, commendably, she wore a skirt on the bottom — and the fabric clung so tightly to her plump buttocks that the outline of her panties showed through.
"Wh-where is it..."
Even while sitting, her damp buttocks swayed gently.
She was a teacher, yet she wore remarkably lewd underwear.
Of course she was a female.
And what about her thighs?
Mesh black over-the-knee stockings clung to her plump thighs, compressing them.
The exposed thigh gaped open, looking like it might burst at any moment.
Steam seemed to rise from her damp stockings.
"..."
Hmm.
Had what I'd dumped on Ina and Saru this morning not been enough?
I wore tight men's panties, but my cock couldn't contain its anger and was proudly displaying itself.
"Ah... here it is!"
Beading with sweat, Han Bom pulled out a document.
"I-I found it... ah?"
A moment of silence.
Han Bom, who had dashed back to her seat holding a single sheet of paper, instinctively covered her mouth.
"Ah... wh-what...?"
My gaze had been too blatant.
Han Bom stared at my cock, which continued to swell.
"Th-that..."
She wasn't seeing a cock for the first time, surely — was she stunned by the size?
Han Bom's lips quivered, and she lost her words.
Her two legs rubbed together nervously beneath the Y-shaped slit of her skirt.
The pupils in her half-open eyes trembled.
"U-uhhh..."
*Pshhh.*
Steam rose from the top of Han Bom's lowered head.
Her ears had turned red.
That of a bitch in heat.
But I was a seasoned Breeding Uncle.
I spoke calmly, as if this were nothing new.
"Teacher? Please, speak. We don't have much time."
"Ah... y-yes..."
Snapping back to her senses, Han Bom hurriedly sat down.
In that brief moment, she had become so aroused that her shirt beneath the suit was soaked with sharp-smelling sweat, revealing her snow-white skin in patches.
And her bra was black.
Han Bom chewed her lips and spoke faintly.
*Haa... haa...*
Her ragged breathing gave away her excitement.
Regardless, I casually took the document from her.
The contents were simple.
"She's an elite."
100 meters in 11 seconds, 49 push-ups in one minute...
No need to look further.
Baek Dohee was the finest instrument — no, she was perfectly normal.
She wasn't the kind of frail girl who would be hospitalized from a torn hymen.
She wasn't weak, so subduing her might be a bit difficult — but that had its own rewards, didn't it?
I stood up with slightly elevated emotions.
"In that case, there shouldn't be any major issues. I'll begin the deflowering of Miss Baek Dohee at the earliest opportunity."
"Ah... i-if you could do that..."
Han Bom had somehow wedged her fist between her thighs.
She was trembling, looking like she was holding back something.
"Are you alright, teacher?"
I leaned forward and brought my face close to Han Bom's.
"Hic!"
A sudden hiccup.
Han Bom covered her mouth with her hand.
*Haa. Haa.*
Her breathing was still ragged.
"Teacher?"
"Ah, no... I'm f-fine... I can handle it myself..."
"Is that so?"
Was it just my imagination, or was a certain part of her black skirt dark with moisture?
"Well then, the materials are settled... is there anything else I should be aware of?"
"Aware... of...?"
"If there's nothing, just say so."
"Ah..."
Han Bom's shoulders twitched slightly as she thought carefully, then—
"Ah... there's one thing..."
"What is it?"
"Dohee has a boy she likes..."
"A boy she likes?"
"Ah... yes..."
"But what's the problem with that?"
"The thing is... the boy Dohee likes... is an Alpha..."
Alpha.
That word brought a single question to mind.
"If that's the problem, then Miss Dohee is, by any chance..."
"Not a Beta... she's Normal class..."
"Ah."
I nodded as if I understood.
I let out a slight sigh.
And I understood the situation.
The reason Baek Dohee hadn't been deflowered by now, hadn't fulfilled her duty as a female.
It was because she was in love with someone she could never have.
All women must give their virginity to a male within three years of reaching adulthood.
That was common sense.
Of course, I understood.
Wanting to give one's virginity to the person you love was also a female's instinct.
But the world wasn't so kind.
Things rarely went as planned.
"Doesn't this school only accept Alphas?"
"Ah... Dohee is a special admission student..."
"I see."
So that was it.
Dohee, you bitch.
You're harboring ambitions beyond your station.
Dare you, a Normal, want to give your purity to an Alpha?
Whose cock are you trying to defile?
Of course, I sometimes took Normals too, but that was only possible because I was a magnanimous man like myself.
Not every Alpha in the world could be as generous as I was.
Just as your liking someone could be a humiliation to them, there was no guarantee that Alpha student would like Baek Dohee back.
"This is dangerous."
"What is...?"
"Miss Baek Dohee seems to have considerable stamina."
"Wh-why is that..."
"If she uses that stamina to pounce on that Alpha student, it'll be a big problem."
"Ah..."
Han Bom made a troubled expression.
"We need to hurry."
"P-please...!"
Han Bom stood up and gripped my hand tightly.
One of her hands was damp, but she didn't care.
"Yes. I'll go fulfill my duty. But before that..."
"Y-yes... eeeek?!"
I immediately took position behind Han Bom.
With one hand, I stripped off her suit and threw it aside, tearing through the buttons of her wet dress shirt like ripping paper.
As the shirt opened, hot steam burst out with a hiss.
I grabbed her sweat-soaked breast in one hand.
"Haaah?!"
"Did you feel that?"
"Te-teacher...?! Wh-what are you d-doing?!"
*Gurgle.*
Han Bom's head snapped back.
*Slurp... slurp...*
"Th-th-that's en-enough...!"
One of Han Bom's eyes flew wide open in shock.
Her eyelashes trembled.
Her flailing hands tried desperately to push away my thick forearm.
But would that resistance be enough?
The soft downy hair felt surprisingly pleasant against my skin.
"You're quite the adult, aren't you."
"Th-that's...! Haaah!!"
Her pussy was soaked with nectar.
I pried her tightly shut mouth open, bit by bit.
I tried inserting my index finger as a test.
*Slurrrrp.*
As expected, it didn't go in easily.
"How old are you, teacher?"
"Ah, I'm still... haaah?!"
Well, this world did have adult education exams and early graduation programs.
"Your head's so smart, but your pussy's so stupid."
"Huh?!"
"To be a virgin with such a lewd body... truly."
As a Breeding Uncle, I couldn't ignore this situation.
"Still, the fact that you feel this much means you have talent."
"T-talent...?"
Yes, talent.
A genius pussy in a female teacher — how remarkable.
From now on, this uncle would help that talent bloom.
Relying on the sensitivity of my fingertips, I located the slightly swollen ridge.
I could feel the subtle flow of blood.
"This is the clit. From now on, I'm going to torment this until your head goes completely white."
"N-no...!!"
Han Bom's shoulders shook.
Perhaps because she was a virgin, she wasn't used to such erotic stimulation.
Given her innocence, she probably hadn't even masturbated.
"Y-you can still stop... right now...!"
"Stop what?"
A teacher shouldn't be so unreasonable.
Maybe she was too scared.
Times like this called for loosening her up a bit.
I forced two fingers into her tightly closed lips.
"Ah... ahhh...!"
Han Bom looked down at herself in disbelief.
Her skirt had already fallen to her ankles, and her black panties had stopped at her thighs.
Her legs trembled.
She wouldn't feel anything yet.
But it must be scary.
I had two thick fingers inserted where she thought was her pee hole.
But I wasn't crazy enough to put my fingers in her urethra.
She'd only studied well — she had no sexual knowledge at all, apparently not knowing the difference between the urethra and the vagina.
"Uwaaaa...!!"
Her teeth clenched, and she trembled.
My fingers went deeper.
*Slurp, slurp* — her vaginal muscles sucked my fingers in.
Not yet. Not yet.
Just a little more. Just a little more.
Usually it was around here.
With the supernatural sensitivity of a Breeding Uncle, I found Han Bom's weakness.
And then—
"Here it is."
Something sparked, and I quickly curled my two fingers, piercing the G-spot.
"Ah."
A moment of silence.
Han Bom's breath stopped.
This silence was always terrifying.
Something big always came after the silence.
I heard something snap in her brain.
Han Bom's head began to shake slightly.
It's coming.
It's coming.
It's coming.
Something was rising.
A pleasant sensation of urination?
No, this was different.
This was...
Yes, this was...
"Ah... ahhh...!!"
*Pshhh.*
A jet of fluid shot out.
Soaking her black panties.
What is this?
Did I just pee?
She'd certainly think that.
At the same time, she'd be wondering if this was climax.
But would it end there?
It would be a shame if climax ended so quickly.
And as I thought—
*Pshhh.*
Huh?
*Pshhh.*
What?
*Pshhhhhhh...*
"Ah🖤"
*SQUEEEEEEAAAAAAAK🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤*
"KYAAAAAAAANG🖤🖤!!?!"
Han Bom's hands, which had been gripping my thick forearm, tensed.
Floodwaters poured out uncontrollably.
Her head snapped forward.
Her tongue popped out, spraying saliva.
Her mouth quivered in an O-shape, and her half-lidded eyes flew wide open, revealing contracted pupils.
*Thump.*
When I released the arm I'd been holding her with, she collapsed to her knees, powerless.
She trembled, her buttocks convulsing, squirting floodwaters *pshhh pshhh*.
"Ugh...🖤"
It was the first climax of the lewd virgin Han Bom's life.