Proper Student Usage Method (3)
Everything was spinning. In her hazy, scattered vision, she felt someone roughly pinning her down. The coarse towel spread on the bed scraped against her skin. For some reason, she was naked, lying prone beneath someone.
"Ahh..." A groan scraped from her throat, as if against her will. Her ass gripped in a vise-like hand, tilted toward the ceiling—that place was being ravaged by something red-hot, like molten iron. What was happening? Turning her head, Nayae saw the intruder violating her at will. A powerful arm clutching her buttocks, abs etched sharply in the moonlight. Well-developed pecs, but his face was out of her line of sight. All she could be sure of was that this mystery assailant was raping her. The difference in build and strength was so vast that resistance didn't even cross her mind.
Who could it be? Someone who could break into her home at night and approach like this. Amid the confusion, it came to her. Not her ex-boyfriend, Kim Hyunwoo. He wouldn't know her new address, and he didn't have a body like that—trained to terrifying perfection. Above all, the size of the thing plunging into her hypersensitive depths was something she'd never experienced.
Even his slightest hip movement was precise. It struck the woman's forbidden weak spot effortlessly, the glans tapping her cervix with ease.
"Haah...!" She felt like she might vomit. Fear and terror spread through her heart. But what escaped Nayae's lips wasn't bile—it was her own lewd, ragged breathing. Her tight walls clung fully to the invading shaft. Deeper than her cervix, it burrowed into her core, igniting the smoldering ember in her belly, sparks dripping relentlessly. It was a blaze of lust, betraying her mind and consuming her body before she could resist.
"Mmm... mmm... so good... ❤"
Her rigid body, stiff from anxiety and tension, melted like it had been tossed onto a waterbed. Faint remnants of reason screamed that she couldn't allow this, but Nayae loved this moment too much.
"Does Nayae like it too? Teacher loves your pussy so much. You're reacting way better than yesterday. Your ass twitches every time I prod deep inside."
Her eyes, slowly closing as pleasure pinkened even her brain, snapped open. Teacher? That kind voice belonged to Teacher Yuchan. So the one raping her was... Teacher Yuchan? Come to think of it, everyone at the academy knew he worked out at the gym every dawn. It made sense for that frighteningly solid body. Nayae furrowed her brow. Half-asleep, her thoughts were sluggish, refusing to connect easily. Tomorrow I need to focus on math. Should I go to the counseling room and tell Teacher Yuchan about this dream? No, she couldn't. How could she confess such an embarrassing dream to him directly?
Oh right—this is a dream. Sudden shame washed over her. Vaguely, she recalled masturbating to thoughts of him the morning after drinking with Teacher. And now, she was doing filthy things with him even in her dreams? That pathetic train of thought was severed by a surge of pleasure. From the cut end flowed sweet nectar, like juice from snapped sugarcane. Unthinkingly, Nayae trembled and arched coquettishly.
"Haaang... so good❤... cock... so gooood... ❤"
What if Teacher finds out I'm such a slut? He'll be disappointed. The fleeting thought drowned in ecstasy.
"For someone who says it's good, you're not squeezing tight enough. You won't milk out my cum like that."
"Still... it's too good... ❤ What do I do... pussy... I'll squeeze tighter... how's this?"
"Much better."
Heat bloomed between her spread legs, stretched back. Her crotch was soaked with dripping fluids. Even Nayae found her body shamefully lewd. Each thrust slapped her cheeks with his firm lower abs; the hand vise-gripping her slutty hole filled her with endless masochism. If she tried to pull away now, she'd just flail helplessly under him. That realization inexplicably stirred the dark lust in her girlish heart.
"Press my womb... push hard... so deep... ❤"
At first, she'd thought him just a handsome guy. But with his help, she'd cleanly resolved the suicidal despair haunting her—and he'd even treated her to a kind meal, worried she'd waver. A complex emotion hard to pin down in words. Someone reliable, always in her corner. Nayae dared call it love. She'd even boldly imagined advancing their relationship after the college entrance exam. And now, she was locked in sticky intercourse with that Teacher Yuchan, like lovers. Joy. Happiness. If only this dream never ended.
Suddenly, Teacher Yuchan collapsed onto her back. His rock-hard male body—she wanted to cling to it forever. Her heart pounded. She could feel her face flushing. His whisper, right against her ear, tickled sweetly.
"Nayae likes being bullied, doesn't she?"
"Y-Yes...? Yes... Nayae loves... being bullied by cock..."
Caught mid-lewd thought she couldn't voice aloud, Nayae blurted a hasty reply. What if Teacher could read her mind perfectly?
"From now on... I want to have lots and lots of sex... with Teacher..."
"Nayae really likes Teacher a lot."
"Yes... yesss... ❤"
His movements, briefly paused, grew fiercer. The shifted position drove him deeper, churning her pooled juices with wet squelches.
"Then I'm really sorry? Teacher only thinks of you as a way to kill time."
"Haa... haa... what?"
Kill time? Despite the pleasure, a chill ran down her spine at his words she couldn't ignore. He kept pounding as he continued.
"If you were Teacher's first, maybe not. But you pretend to be a model student while filming sex tapes with your boyfriend—you're just a used pussy. I planned to fuck you a few times till I got bored and toss you."
"N-No... I didn't know..."
Tears welled up. Why say that? She really hadn't known; she was the victim. Stung by the sorrow and humiliation pricking her heart, Nayae wept. She'd been too weak to refuse her boyfriend; she hadn't expected it to go that far.
"Making excuses to Teacher? Honestly, even while fucking you, I was thinking your pussy's so loose."
"Haah... don't say that..."
When his cruel words rang in her ears a second time, Nayae felt unbelievable pleasure. Her pussy, casually gripping him before, clenched like a juicer, seizing his shaft tight. Not just the swollen hardness and heat, but even the bulging veins—she milked them all. Feeling it, Teacher Yuchan's rhythm slowed slightly.
"Haaaang... ❤"
Like fireworks' climax, sparks burst before her eyes. An unprecedented ecstasy spread from her core, tingling to her toes. Nayae lost control of her lower body. Muscles she'd never willed into action spasmed wildly. Teacher Yuchan's faint sneer reached her.
"Getting off on words like that—that's you, Nayae. Now you know how much of a slut you are?"
Why? Why did each brutal word pierce her heart, yet make her whole body go into heat regardless?
"You should thank Teacher for even fucking a pussy like this. Nayae's a good student, right?"
Twitching amid the blinding pleasure, Nayae barely caught her breath and gasped her reply.
"Thank you... thank you..."
"Thank you for what?"
"For... teaching my trash pussy... with your cock... haah... ❤"
Humiliation and shame numbed her mind. Yet beyond the stinging emotions seeped thick honey, coating her tongue.
"Keep going."
Each time she took him from behind, Nayae panted—her voice inverting as she cried "Thank you!" over and over. It was coming, coming. A massive pleasure unlike any before, swelling inside like a flower bud about to bloom.
"T-Teacher... my body's weird..."
What she felt wasn't anticipation, but fear. On the verge of an unknown realm she'd never touched, instinct tolled warning bells in her head.
"Hiiiik... ❤"
Her limp body tensed rigidly. Her mind went white, eyes rolling back—then the cock pulled out. Still, her insides throbbed as if pistoning continued. She wailed in rapture.
"Mmph... mmph... mmph...!!"
His invading cock filled her mouth with the salty tang of her own fluids. Yet Nayae instinctively opened wide, welcoming it. She wanted to cum sucking Teacher's cock—like a lamb nursing. The musky, thick scent flooded her as semen blasted her throat. Slowly, Nayae felt her consciousness fade.
What a truly happy dream.
2. Finishing cleanup, Yuchan got in his car. It was 4 a.m. Tomorrow would be an exhausting day; a touch of disappointment settled in. From midway, the drug had fully kicked in—she couldn't distinguish dream from reality, spreading her legs sweetly. He'd doted on her plenty. Seeing Nayae's masochistic true colors emerge, he'd nearly creampied her. Aside from that, it was a smooth rape, no incidents.
There were cases of pregnancy from pre-cum alone, but judging by Nayae's calendar from last time, today was safe. If she got knocked up anyway, that was just her fate. Yuchan smoothly turned into his officetel's parking lot. He wasn't tired. He'd slept well from afternoon to evening. Nayae's relentless service probably helped too; he offered silent thanks. For now, he'd nap at lunch to compensate. He wasn't the type with patience to resist an all-you-can-eat feast.
Tomorrow, and the day after, Nayae would slowly be dyed in his color without realizing. The thought lifted his mood. Yawning deeply, he spotted a delivery at his door: the large kimchi tubs and blender he'd ordered. Might as well tidy up by morning. The lingering corpse was a nagging issue—no guests, no hot baths.
Sensors lit up as he set the items on the dining table. An odd feeling crept in. A vague unease, like darkness licking his spine. Instinct screaming something was wrong, Yuchan slowly turned.
The desk in the living room, facing the table—his favorite spot for reading or logging observations. There, perched on the chair: the male torso, upper body only, that he'd surely left in the tub.
"That's strange."
Yuchan quietly drew the kitchen cleaver.