#15 Pluck the Lily at First Sight 1
Nayae bobbed her head back and forth with diligent fervor. The lunchtime service had become second nature to her now—she was so utterly enthralled with Yuchan that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she endured the morning classes solely in anticipation of this.
"Chuuup... Churuup..."
The hot, slick sensation inside her mouth coiled around his cock. Yuchan leaned casually against the wall, savoring the sight of his naked student servicing him with such devotion. At first, her jaw had ached too much for her to move properly, but now she could stimulate every sensitive inch with her tongue without letting her teeth graze him. The fruits of his training.
Nayae, who had once lamented not being allowed full sex, seemed to have grown aroused midway through the blowjob. Droplets of her arousal trickled from between her squatting thighs, and she twisted her body as if the itch between her legs were unbearable.
"Your mouth-pussy skills have improved a lot."
"Chuuup... I-it's all thanks to you teaching me, Teacher..."
Nayae swirled her tongue around the glans like it was ice cream, gathering saliva to make deliberate slurping sounds. The hot breath escaping her nostrils tickled his groin. The wet, glucking noises echoed up the stairwell. Her curled-up naked form gleamed under the lunchtime sunlight, her flawless pale skin making it sparkle like polished marble.
"Stick out your tongue, Nayae."
"Churuup... Yes..."
Obediently dropping back to her knees at his command, Nayae extended her tongue like a puppy and gazed up at him with wide, sparkling eyes.
"Don't bite."
"Y-yes... Guhk...!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Yuchan thrust his hips forward hard. With her tongue fully extended, the glans plunged straight into her open throat. The soft, yielding texture was utterly different from her pussy. Nayae gagged violently, her body shuddering as the intrusion hit the back of her throat.
"Ughk!! Guhk!! Gulk...!!"
Her uvula pierced, she reflexively dry-heaved. For the uninitiated, it could even induce vomiting—something even top AV actresses rarely did. But though tears welled up from the physiological response and her throat convulsed, Nayae never once tried to pull her mouth away from his cock.
To prepare her for deepthroating his massive size, Yuchan had rigorously trained her. He had no desire for service marred by vomit. He'd instructed her to affix a dildo matching his girth to her bathroom wall at home and send videos of herself sucking it down her throat for thirty minutes daily. Those clips—starting from her early failures where she'd barely managed a few before rushing to the toilet, progressing to her tear-streaked, saliva-drenched persistence—were still precious treasures on his phone. Now, her throat could perfectly accommodate an extra-large dildo, molded to his exact specifications. Like a goose force-fed for foie gras, her neck bulged unevenly as his cock pushed into her esophagus.
"Ughghghuk..."
Gripping her ponytail like a handle, Yuchan yanked her head toward his hips, shoving deep into her esophagus. Nayae's body trembled violently. Her face buried in his groin, she didn't forget to lap at his balls with her still-protruding tongue. He savored the texture of her throat, grinding his hips slowly. If I choked her neck right now, it really would be like an onahole.
"Fuhaaa..."
As breathing difficulties made Nayae's head spin, Yuchan finally withdrew. Any longer, and she might pass out. After thirty seconds of near-asphyxiation and convulsive spasms, she gasped for air. It was miraculous how such a huge cock fit into that tiny mouth—truly, the human body was a wonder. As he pulled out, lost in idle admiration, strings of thickened saliva clung like spider silk from the foreign invader. Transparent drool dripped from Nayae's still-extended tongue onto her pale thighs. His cock felt unusually cold emerging from her warm mouth. The weather was still too chilly for thin clothes, and stripping her naked like this felt a tad inconsiderate. She might catch a cold. Better wrap this up quickly.
"Kuhk-kuhk!"
Her throat still throbbing, Nayae coughed a few times.
"How's the deepthroat feel, Nayae? You swallow it so well now without puking."
For Nayae, only Yuchan's approval and abuse brought joy. She seemed pleased by his satisfied expression, earnestly lapping up the saliva coating his cock and swallowing it clean—like she was performing maintenance.
"Did you practice yesterday too?"
"Yes! You taught me all my holes are just tools for receiving your cum. I have to work even harder!"
Her voice was soft and refined, yet the words dripped with vulgarity—and enthusiasm. Her usual demeanor—timid, studious, quiet—hadn't changed much even after conditioning. But flip the switch of her lust, and the model student vanished, replaced by a whimpering sex slave cooing in throaty seduction.
"Excellent."
He stroked her head, and Nayae gazed up at him with flushed cheeks, eyes brimming with adoration. Sometimes, that intensity made even Yuchan forget the horrors he'd inflicted on her.
"Teacher..."
Her eyes burned with desperate lust.
"Could you thrust into my pussy just a few times? It aches so much I'm going crazy..."
Did she even realize what she was begging for? She voiced her shame without a trace of embarrassment. Yuchan nearly gave in on reflex. If he fucked her now, she'd climax spectacularly after a few strokes, milking him dry to the last drop. A tidy release, then back to work.
But he quashed the impulse. His goal wasn't satisfying her needs—it was reinforcing their strict hierarchy. He could fuck her anytime. One call after classes, and she'd come running like a call girl, serving devotedly for free.
"You've been getting bratty lately."
"But... this is all your fault, Teacher..."
Nayae pouted in protest. That attitude itself was the problem. Even a perfectly obedient fucktoy had no business crawling over her master. Yuchan deliberately hardened his face. It was simple—just erase the smile and glare halfway down at her. He seized her nipple with a vise-like grip and yanked. Already erect without a touch, it glinted at the tip from today's silver piercing. Her heavy breast lifted forcibly from the nipple anchor. He squeezed hard, wrenching a stifled scream as she bit her lip.
"Eek...!!"
"My fault?"
Seeing his expression darken, Nayae's pretty forehead creased in regret. His hands were never merciful, and this nipple tug sent sharp stings through her chest.
"N-no... It's my fault... I'm a brainless, worthless slut... You tamed me, Teacher..."
Desperate not to scream obscenely, she forced a smile in reply. His recent kindness had made her days blissfully happy, causing her to forget her place and blame him.
"Disobeying no-masturbation orders, begging for pussy use when I said no. You toying with me right now?"
His growl, like a beast's, froze her body. The fear he'd freshly overlaid on her mind might have faded, but the trauma he'd etched remained. Terror and utter helplessness were the engines of her brainwashing.
"S-s-sorry... I was wrong... Teacher... I'll do anything... Forgive me... Eeek!!"
Ignoring her, Yuchan pinched and twisted her other nipple. Her full breasts dangled from them like ripe water balloons, the soft texture tantalizing beneath.
"Stick out your tongue."
Baring her teeth against the pain, she barely pried her mouth open to extend it. Her rigid tongue quivered from agony.
"Grab the cock and shove it down your throat."
"Y-yes..."
Using her hands, Nayae guided his thick shaft into her mouth and thrust her head forward, impaling her throat. Crushing pressure made breathing impossible. This was beyond objectification—abusing a throat meant only for swallowing food to pleasure his cock. The humiliating treatment stung her heart even as it sparked inexplicable arousal. After throat-training with the dildo in the bathroom on his orders, her masturbation sessions were always far more intense.
He felt her smooth forehead bump his firm abs.
"Guuughk...!!"
Swapping her ponytail for a grip on her breasts, Yuchan yanked her until his cock kissed the deepest recess of her throat. The violent spasms felt like a climaxing pussy. Rougher than her pussy's textured ridges, her esophagus was sleek and slippery.
"Kuhk... Guk... Gaeek...!!"
Expecting pretty moans was unrealistic. Gags and gasps mingled into ugly noises. With her mouth forbidden to close and tongue extended, the obscene sounds rang unfiltered in his ears. Her hands, demurely on her knees, twitched wildly. Even for Nayae, accustomed to his abuse, the dual torment of nipples and throat was excruciating.
"Hurry up, or I'll rip your nipples off. Suck better."
"Ughuk...!!"
"Nipples surprisingly regrow even if torn off. I'm serious."
"Ughghgh..."
As she tried tilting back for air, he wrenched her nipple viciously. Her teardrop breasts stretched into grotesque cones. Nayae had no choice but to engulf him again without respite.
"One more act of brattiness, and I'll never use anything but your throat-pussy."
At those words, she latched on like a nursing infant, sucking desperately. Yuchan felt his climax building. To her, his cock mattered more than exams, her future, even her parents. Being denied it was worse than losing everything.
Though near suffocation, she boldly swallowed to the root.
"Guheuk...!!!"
He withdrew and rubbed the tip on her soft tongue as he came. Thick, pent-up semen, viscous as honey, flooded her tongue white in heavy spurts.
"Uuuu..."
Regretfully eyeing his twitching cock in her mouth, Nayae pursed her lips to catch every drop without spilling. No pleasure nerves in the throat, yet after the ordeal, she crested a small climax seeing him finish. As he softened, she suckled tenderly at his urethra, drawing out the remnants. The sensitive post-orgasm shaft twitched and shrank slowly.
"Open wide and show me."
With a nod, Nayae parted her lips, displaying the semen mingled with saliva. His multivitamin regimen had boosted the volume and density—it was like white jelly.
Yuchan pulled a daily birth control pill from his pocket and placed it on her tongue. She swallowed it down with the cum. Fertilizing seed and its blocker together... oddly philosophical.
"Good girl."
"Thank you."
The sticky texture, the smarting as it slid down her swollen throat, the musky male scent invading her nose. Once hard to stomach, now it aphrodisiacally ignited her heat every time.
"See you tonight."
Yuchan watched her hurriedly dress, then headed to the rooftop for a smoke.
"Haa..."
So aroused, yet forced to wait till night. Her hand unconsciously drifted toward her pussy but halted. "I can't do that." Shaking her head, Nayae returned to class as the lunchtime bell chimed.