#23 Twisted Fate (4)
“Hngh... glrk...”
While fiddling with his phone and receiving Seohyun's devoted service, Yuchan sensed his climax approaching. He grabbed her head and began jerking it up and down like an onahole. The rough motion, so different from when she moved leisurely on her own, made her struggle visibly. Seohyun had never once taken his cock deep into her throat. There wasn't any special reason. Whenever he used her mouth for service, it was usually outdoors, and poking the back of her throat with his dick would just make a messy slurry of saliva that was a pain to deal with.
But today, for some reason, he wanted to torment her. He craved the sight of her furrowed brow in agony.
“Grrk...”
After savoring the sensation at the front of her throat for a while, Yuchan twitched and began spewing thick ropes of white semen.
“Glrk...?!!”
The direct jets of cum shooting into her throat battered her uvula, making her windpipe convulse. Despite her startled gag, Seohyun obediently kept his spasming cock in her mouth. If she pulled it out now, it might splatter on her face or clothes, so she was desperate. She couldn't fix professional makeup on her own, and a stain on her outfit would be a disaster. Knowing this, Yuchan deliberately tapped her uvula with his glans, teasing her further. Her eyes turned bloodshot from the rising nausea, but she barely managed to gulp it all down—glug, glug. Any other way, and it would've leaked out.
“Cough... cough...!!!”
The moment his orgasm ended, Seohyun hacked violently like someone with the flu. For a first deep-throat creampie, that reaction was actually pretty good. She glared at him with resentful eyes. Yuchan met her gaze without a hint of concern.
“You probably haven't eaten anything. Isn't it good to get some protein at least?”
The contemptuous crease in her brow smoothed out. Normally, she'd snap back with a barrage of retorts, but the reward he'd offered seemed to be working wonders. Seohyun opened her mouth again and swallowed his massive cock, licking up the stray semen dotting it here and there before swallowing it clean. That's how she'd been trained.
“Ugh... it stings...”
Of course, she hadn't reached the point of savoring the taste yet. But she would, eventually. After wiping away the remaining saliva with the wet tissues Yuchan handed her, Seohyun pulled out some mouthwash from her pocket. She always carried it—she couldn't work with the smell of cum wafting from her mouth.
“Like I said, ask Nayae for the detailed schedule.”
“Got it. Can I go now?”
“Oh, right. Take this.”
Even after everything was done, Seohyun hurriedly gathered her clothes like she was trying to escape. Yuchan stopped her and rummaged through his wallet, pulling out random 50,000-won bills—about twenty to thirty of them. Not a small sum for fellatio pay, but pocket change to him. A humiliating flush colored her face as she accepted the money wordlessly.
Lately, whenever they fucked or she serviced him, he gave her this token gesture. There was no need to spend on Seohyun, whom he'd already fully ensnared. Money or not, she'd spread her legs anywhere and suck his cock eagerly. From that perspective alone, it might seem wasteful. But what Yuchan gave wasn't just cash.
It was practically hua dai—payment for a whore. Whether she wanted it or not, the money he paid framed her acts as a transactional exchange for sexual services. Taking financial gain for selling her body like a prostitute scarred her pride deeply. On top of that, it subconsciously imprinted that her actions weren't purely coerced but consensual trade. Refusing the money would've led to even worse torments, leaving her no other choice.
Seohyun stuffed the bills into her pocket without counting them and turned to leave without a glance. Plenty of time left—why the rush? Yuchan yanked her wrist, pinning her against the wall. Their bodies pressed close. Due to their height difference, she had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes. Recalling her face from the blowjob earlier stirred his lust anew.
“Want me to say thanks for the money? What else?”
“No.”
Her tough words belied the adorable fear in her eyes. Yuchan slipped his hand under her T-shirt. The short crop top made infiltration easy. He groped her smooth abdomen and solar plexus for a while, then lifted her bra like an eel burrowing into the dark, grasping her bare breast lightly. He circled her nipple gently with his hooked index finger. Compared to Nayae's, it lacked substance, but the perky firmness of small tits teased his fingertips.
“Tch... no time...”
Seohyun glanced nervously at the wide-open door. She knew no one had come by lately, but being humiliated right there was unbearable. Yuchan lifted her chin with one hand and plunged into a deep, lingering tongue kiss. Fresh mouthwash flavor. Come to think of it, this was their first kiss. Despite countless couplings, why? Yuchan felt no arousal or emotion from kissing. He only did it to seduce women or stimulate their erogenous zones—most lit up from hot kisses, after all.
Seohyun was no exception. Obsessively circling her nipple while smothering her with intense kisses, Yuchan felt it harden gradually. His tongue invaded every corner of her mouth like it aimed to devour her whole, igniting her body against her will.
“Chuu... haa...”
Leaning against the wall, her legs began to tremble. Yuchan wedged his knee between her thighs to prevent her from clamping them shut. His firm thigh pressed against her crotch. She felt her clit grinding through the thin fabric. Her rigid body melted into goo. Her eyes slowly glazed with lust and coquetry. A conditioned reflex to sexual stimulation. Impressive progress in just half a month.
When Yuchan pulled away, Seohyun gazed at him with trembling eyes full of pleasure. Fear, anticipation, self-loathing—all prettily blended in perfect measure.
“Hng...”
This time, he pinched her hardened nipple with two fingers and whispered.
“How's it feel? Good?”
“Feels... not good... haat...”
Her defiant words rang hollow; her voice was already sweetly pickled. Her gaze on him sparkled like molten black sugar. A pitiful female instinct.
“That's too bad. To do well on the homework I gave you, you need to feel good enough from this alone.”
“Homework?”
Yuchan withdrew silently, releasing her breast. Seohyun tilted her head in confusion.
“Develop yourself so you can cum from nipple play alone within a week.”
“I-is... that even possible?”
She'd never felt much from touching her own chest during solo sessions. Cumming from just nipples in a week? It felt utterly unfair. Then again, when had he ever given a fair order?
“You got your reward, so show me the effort. If you can't, just say so. I'll leave the consequences to your imagination.”
“I'll... try.”
Feeling her wildfire-hot body cool to chill autumn ashes, Seohyun left the bathroom.
Click-click!
Nayae sat in the study room, idly clicking her mechanical pencil. The lead jammed with a clunky grind.
“Haa...”
She let out a heavy sigh—unlike her usual discreet breaths to avoid bothering others. She couldn't care less now. Normally trivial, it grated like a hundred yellow warning lights flashing in her mind.
Irritated, she stood and headed to the hallway. Maybe fresh air would help. Lately, she couldn't focus on studying. She knew why: her beloved teacher. The man who'd showered her with warm affection now kept his distance. It'd been ages since she'd even touched his cock, let alone fucked. Was she no longer needed? His repeated “just hold on a bit longer” wore thin without reasons or purposes—especially when he doted on Seohyun like that.
Nayae's arrows aimed at Yuchan soon veered toward Seohyun. He wasn't at fault. Seohyun, pretending not to while clinging to him, was entirely to blame. Friends? Liked her? Lies—she was clearly head over heels for him. Who wouldn't fall for such a magnetic teacher? Still, it didn't excuse her betrayal.
Nayae had played the friendly role flawlessly for his promised praise. But she was reaching her limit.
Glancing around, she slipped into the bathroom. Strict no-masturbation orders with checks before—but now, no checks meant she vented her pent-up lust this way. Orgasms were the surest stress relief.
As the weather warmed, she shed her lighter hoodie, exposing her near-naked upper body. I'm following teacher's words so well. Pouting, she twisted the tiny silver nipple piercing. A sharp jolt, and hungry juices trickled from her famished pussy.
If only this hand were teacher's...
She dropped her sweatpants and sticky panties. Masturbating in the academy was habit now. To manage a body starved so long it demanded release every four hours, she had no choice. Parting her hot slit, pussy juice poured into the toilet like piss.
Nayae carefully inserted the broken pencil's back end into her pussy. Better to use it up this way before tossing it. She pressed her G-spot firmly, masturbating in earnest. Pathetic compared to Yuchan's girth and length, but it hit spots she couldn't reach alone—pure bliss. The foreign object thrill amped her arousal.
Her pocket buzzed. Startled, she checked her phone—eyes lighting like an oasis in the desert.
She read the message devoutly.
A faint blush bloomed. Not forgotten. Not discarded. Not useless. All part of teacher's plan for her. Overwhelming emotion swirled in her chest. She pocketed the phone tenderly and glanced at the twitching pencil still buried in her pussy. Regretfully, she pulled it out.
I didn't know teacher felt that way... and I betrayed his orders out of petty revenge.
She'd confess this too and take her due punishment. Tidying her disheveled clothes, Nayae returned to study quietly. Her steps were feather-light, unlike before.