#06 The Proper Way to Use a Student (2)
Once he confirmed that she had swallowed every last drop of his semen, Yuchan restored Nayae to her original position. He lifted her limp naked body and laid her straight on the bed, propping a pillow under her head.
"Cough...!! T-Teach...er..."
Even in this more comfortable posture, the hardcore deepthroat she'd endured for the first time had taken a heavy toll. Her neck and face above it were flushed a deep, unnatural red—nothing like a mere blush of embarrassment, but the pathological crimson of someone who'd just had her throat strangled violently. Her face, tear-streaked and sobbing, was a perfect match for Yuchan's tastes: utterly wrecked. The neat, composed expression she rarely showed to anyone in daily life was now a disheveled mess. Saliva that had leaked out around the cock forced down her throat mixed with unswallowed semen, dribbling down to soil her features. Some of the cum that hadn't made it past her throat had refluxed through her nose, leaving milky droplets even around her philtrum.
Yuchan grabbed a fistful of her tousled hair and shoved his phone camera right in her face, snapping several flash photos.
"No... not pictures..."
"Shh, it's fine. Everything's going perfectly."
He brushed aside her arm as she instinctively tried to cover her face, even in her dazed state. Once the shoot was done, Yuchan pulled out some wet wipes and meticulously cleaned her face. If she rolled around on the bed like this, the towel he'd laid out might end up soaked for nothing—and getting it on the pillow would be a problem.
"Why... are you... doing this? Did I... do something wrong...?"
Yuchan met the eyes of the tearful girl. His sweet pupil was clearly laboring under a fatal misconception.
"Nothing like that. You've never done anything wrong to me, Nayae. From the moment you came to me for counseling, all I've wanted is to devour you."
Since she'd forget it all anyway, Yuchan felt unburdened as he laid bare his ugly desires. He confessed the societal taboos he'd always kept locked in his chest, scribbled only in his notebook, as if flaunting them. It felt refreshingly cathartic—like why people went to church for confession.
"I trusted... you..."
There it was: her salmon, swimming through transparent waters. No matter how fierce the current, it had struggled upstream with desperate resolve—now swept into inky blackness like tar.
"I trusted you too. Trusted you'd react this well."
As always, Yuchan gently stroked her hair while wiping the clumps of semen and her saliva from his cock with a tissue. It took a full sheet to soak it all up.
"From now on, whenever I'm bored, I'll use Nayae's slutty body. You'll wake up remembering nothing, having been fucked over and over all night by your beloved teacher. You like your teacher, right? So it's a happy thing."
"No... I don't want that..."
"Truth is, I tasted you last night too, after you passed out drunk. You didn't notice a thing."
"....."
No response. With no stimulation, the drug was pulling her toward sleep fast. Yuchan grabbed her breast hard—hard enough to leave bruises—and she gasped, eyes flying wide.
"Ah... ha...!"
Her legs, heavy as waterlogged cotton, parted easily under his hands, like a corpse before rigor mortis. In the moonlight, Nayae's shameful place was exposed. Yuchan's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't help it.
Rohypnol had no aphrodisiac effects. Yet Nayae's lower half was drenched, her transparent juices oozing out in thick globs. He should have noticed yesterday when a mere slap to her clitoris sent her into a light orgasm. To miss a student's condition this badly—what kind of counselor was he? He couldn't even lift his head in shame.
"Looks like I misread my student. I thought you were so diligent, Nayae, but just having your throat pussy fucked gets your real pussy this wet. Such a slutty girl."
"That's not... haa...!"
More aware now than before, she felt instinctive shame. But before her clumsy excuse could form, Yuchan's thumb plunged into her molten slit. Her hips jerked like a lab rat hit with an electric shock. He'd planned to use spit or lube if it was dry, but this was better than expected. He slowly swirled his finger inside, teasing her depths.
"This is the spot you like, right, Nayae?"
Thumb up, he pressed his index and middle fingers down on her clitoris, rolling the swollen nub protruding from her vaginal ceiling.
"Haat... hng... ❤"
Like a wounded gazelle dying helplessly, reflexive moans escaped as his fingers toyed with her. Her luxurious abs twitched faintly in futile resistance against the intruder—but it was meaningless. He lowered his gaze, drinking in the sight of her lewd hole. Under that contemptuous stare tracing her like veins, she shrank involuntarily.
"At this rate, you don't even need foreplay."
"Don't look... you can't look...!"
Nayae, who always spoke softly, wailed in a surprisingly loud voice, as if she couldn't bear it. Suspecting her clit was the weak point, he rubbed the base more thoroughly—feeling her walls clench and suck at his fingers.
"Most girls can't even talk straight in this state. As expected of our model student."
"Ah... ah..."
As he picked up the pace, the wet squelching of his fingers plunging into her soaked flesh filled the quiet room. The size mismatch made her pussy sputter love juices like a broken sprayer. Her inner thighs and abs quivered. She twisted to resist, but his firm grip allowed no escape. Nayae felt her body slowly climbing toward a peak. Like the tension building on a rising gyro drop before freefall, a precarious sense of crisis mingled with her fragile lust, filling her belly.
"Aah... stop... please stop...!"
"Gonna cum? It's all because of your teacher, so relax and let go. Show me your honest side."
His fingers stirred her violently inside, yet his demeanor stayed calm. Speeding up at the brink of orgasm would backfire; steady rhythm was key.
"Hiiik... ❤"
Her delectable flesh quivered slowly at first, then shuddered hard. Like yesterday's footage, her walls clamped tight around his fingers—even drugged, her grip was no worry.
"Stu... stu... haaak... ❤"
The climax hit. Her body betrayed her will with conditioned spasms of release. Breathing grew labored. I never wanted pleasure like this. She felt her precious womanhood reduced to a mere pouch squeezing out ecstasy. Even the pooled juices inside squirted weakly, like a clam spraying water.
"No... why..."
Her sob—laced with faint self-loathing for climaxing even now—turned into a sweet scream, a melody delighting Yuchan. This would make her much easier to eat. No need to wait anymore. He flipped her pale body over. Time for a new position.
With Nayae prone, he nudged her legs apart. Her pussy, already ravaged, had overflowed with juices trickling to her back hole. Her round, plump ass promised good grip, nearly hairless skin sparkling in the moonlight.
"Nayae. I'm putting it in like this. Okay?"
"No... don't... please don't..."
Even impaired, this was her first conscious rape. Too weak to lift her head, she trembled violently, her pleading voice stoking his sadism.
"Beg nicely, and teacher might go easy. I always try to understand my students' feelings."
"Pregnancy... scares me... please don't put it in... no... I beg you..."
Yuchan marveled again at Rohypnol's effects. Nayae, always so articulate, now slurred desperately, barely knowing what she said. While she answered, he idly kneaded her ass, then released it. Gripping his cock, he slapped her tight slit like a switch—her pleas grew frantic.
"Please... hiiik... I beg you... don't put it inside..."
"Teacher has questions then. Answer well, and I'll save tasting your pussy for later."
Just a bit of fun. No reason not to cap off this perfect setup. But devouring it all at once led to boredom.
"Your name?"
"Choi... Nayae..."
"Age?"
"Nineteen... years old..."
"Really?"
"No, twenty... twenty... please... don't put it in..."
Still confused since becoming an adult? He nudged the tip in; she panicked, correcting herself. Half the glans swallowed, heat rose from her melted depths.
"First time sex?"
"...That..."
"Should I thrust?"
"...High school... senior year... with boyfriend... at home..."
Desperately spilling her secrets to avoid penetration, she was adorable—like a well-trained pet. He toyed with her like an amateur AV interview. Of course, the camcorder faithfully recorded every answer and reaction. Yuchan smiled faintly at Nayae flailing in quicksand she couldn't escape.
Q: How often do you masturbate per week?
A: 2-3 times a week
Q: Favorite position?
A: Doggy style
Q: Ever had your ass opened?
A: No
After a few exchanges, even this grew dull. At first, she'd panic at the mere threat of insertion, but now she was adapting—dozing off if answers slowed.
"Currently your favorite man?"
"Yuchan... Teacher..."
He woke her from a brief doze; she gave a praiseworthy reply. She'd already forgotten who was doing this to her. Or perhaps the psyche fled the unbearable reality of being raped by her beloved man.
Curious from her answer, Yuchan pressed: "Ever masturbated thinking of Teacher Yuchan?"
"...Yes..."
The vulgar question felt too real; her response lagged. Losing patience, he spread her cheeks wide. Love juices stretched like spiderwebs between her reddened, gaping folds. Feeling cool air invade, she shuddered. He pushed in slowly.
Yuchan's favorite moment: after toying with the victim, the first true penetration.
"Ah... aa... ahh... ❤"
"Whew~ Your pussy's as warm as your heart, Nayae."
"Why... why..."
While questioning, her head had lolled forward like a spent turtle post-mating. Now she slowly turned back. Despite the vivid sensation of his cock invading her depths, she needed to see to believe? To flaunt it, Yuchan slammed in deep. Her cervix spasmed against the glans.
"Haa...!"
Her upper body, propped on elbows to glance back, collapsed. Her breasts squished sideways under her weight, temptingly ripe. Between spread labia, he ravaged her lewd flesh wildly.
"Liar... I answered... well... aaang ❤"
Her dazed eyes limply tracked his thrusting hips before she sighed in defeat. His cock slid slickly between her thighs, each stroke coating it thicker with sticky juices. The viper's fangs had only just bitten the prey's neck. All that remained was slowly injecting venom thicker than black mud. Nayae had no way left to stop it.