#26. S-Class Quest
#26. S-Class Quest
Thump-!
The moment we entered the motel, I grabbed Suyeon and shoved her onto the bed like I was tossing her.
"Eek-!"
She even let out a pretty cute squeak.
"Skirt up."
My tone was overbearing, but Suyeon silently hiked up her long skirt.
Her stockings were already soaked, and underneath them, purple panties.
Rip-!
I roughly grabbed the stockings and tore them.
"Haat-!"
The intensity made Suyeon let out a short gasp.
Psychological Intimacy had grown day by day, and now it was so tight that even roughly ripping her stockings or yanking her panties down like they were trash didn't faze her at all.
Plus, with a spoonful of her desperate urge to get there quick mixed in, she didn't give a shit if I tore the stockings or ripped the panties clean off.
"Spread 'em."
I said that while picking up the camera.
Gotta use this for educational material.
Gulp-
A swallowing sound came from both me and Suyeon at the same time.
Her pussy was sopping wet, the pubic hair drenched in her flowing juices.
From all the rubbing while walking, the area around Suyeon's pussy was already flooded.
Suyeon looked up at me staring down at her pussy, swallowing in anticipation.
Creak-
The old motel bed groaned as I climbed on, but my pounding heartbeat was even louder.
To keep her from escaping, I hooked her thigh over my shoulder and wrapped my arm around it.
Pressed tight, I looked down at her pussy wafting that musky scent.
It wasn't a pussy stink. Just the stronger smell of her skin.
If anything, it was refreshingly clean.
And normally, this scent is an aphrodisiac that drives men fucking insane.
"Chuuup!"
"Hng!"
No need for satisfying words this time. Suyeon was already revved up right on the edge, so here I went at it slow and thorough.
"Chup, chup, chuuup, chup-. Chup."
"Huuut! Hauung! Ang-! Ahut-! Ha-ahut!"
Every time my tongue dragged from her asshole up to her clit, her spread legs quivered.
I shoved my tongue into her pussy and wiggled it up and down, and Suyeon threw her head back, burying it in the sheets.
Her trembling body was more than enough to please a man.
With the intent to etch the pleasure I gave her deep into her soul, I licked and sucked roughly.
"Ha-ang! Ang-! A-uung! Haang! Ha-ut! Uung-!"
Suyeon's hands flailed in the air before coming down to grab my head.
The force pushed downward.
Her two hands pressed me firm, mashing my face tighter against her pussy.
In response, I snorted hot breaths roughly while tonguing down her holy nectar-like clear juices.
"Hang! Ang! A-uung! Ha-ung! Ang! Ha-uut! Aa-ang! A-! Hut-!"
No fancy techniques.
Just pressing hard wherever my tongue touched and licking.
And yet-
"H-aaaut!"
In just a few minutes, she arched her waist up off the coat.
Her whole body tensed, muscles clenching tight.
Her thigh on my shoulder did the same.
Convulsions was the perfect word. Her body shook and bucked that violently.
Her squirt flooded into my mouth.
Splaaash-! Splurt-!
Splaash-!
She tensed hard then released, so the squirt cut off midway, but the total volume was still massive.
Brrr-!
Clutching my head, she bucked her hips, body shaking.
"Hauuut-! Uut-!"
Her gritted-teeth, passionate breaths were nothing like Ina's.
Hard to believe they were mother and daughter—she was that wild.
Ina always clamped her mouth shut and held her breath when she came.
"Pha-!"
When I finally pulled my mouth away, Suyeon was still twitching sporadically.
"Heuuung-."
That weak, breathless exhale when all strength drains from the body.
Well, yeah—she'd been on the edge multiple times since morning but never tipped over, so all that buildup exploding now made sense.
Tears trickled from Suyeon's eyes.
"Suyeon's pussy juice is tasty, huh?"
"Ah."
I let her know I was satisfied, linking that orgasm to the Sense of Fulfillment.
Now, the max Sense of Fulfillment wouldn't be some memory of Suyeon's I didn't know—it'd be that orgasm just now.
Zip-
I stripped off my pants, pulled out my cock, and climbed over the laid-out Suyeon.
"Suck."
My cockhead, hovering over her flushed face, was beaded with precum.
I recorded it all from above in top view.
In the frame, Suyeon's quivering lips parted, and she took it into her sticky mouth.
Compared to her small face and lips, my huge cock must've been tough to swallow, but a married woman's dignity was always impressive.
Not just the head—she took half my cock into her mouth.
"You said you like it to the hilt, right? Ina still can't do it, but Suyeon can?"
It's funnier when you ask shit like this first.
Suyeon, sucking my cock, nodded.
I grabbed her head and thrust down from above.
"Ugh-! Uup-!"
"Ahh, fucking warm."
I made a satisfied face, and even choking, Suyeon's eyes curved in pleasure.
She might get addicted to the Sense of Fulfillment even more than Ina.
Thrust-!
Using her mouth like a pussy, pounding roughly, Suyeon somehow kept her mouth wide to take it.
Thrust-! Thrust-!
"Uup-! Um-! Eop-! Uuup-! Um-!"
Squelch-!
"Phaaa-!"
Pulling out, Suyeon teared up and gasped the breath she'd held.
Then I pressed my cockhead to her pussy, still dripping from that squirt.
Finally, raw—no condom.
Squelch-!
No warning, I slammed in to the hilt.
Shluck-!
"Huaaah-!"
The deep stimulation she'd forgotten surged, and Suyeon lifted her waist.
The coat under her ass was already spotted and soaked with juices.
Squish-!
I pressed even harder, flush despite being balls-deep.
"Huk-!"
"Feels so deep."
Squeezing her tits tight as I said it, she smiled at me even with her belly full.
Fucking jackpot.
No wonder I can't quit the Hashtag.
I get why people crave hypnosis genre so much. Being able to micromanage and control a relationship like this with hypnosis? Addictive as hell.
Squelch-!
"Huaa-ut-! Aang! A-uut! Aang! A-ang!"
Like always with Suyeon, I pounded balls-deep, repeating the same words.
"Ha-, fucking love it...!"
Splash-! Splash-!
Every thrust squirted pussy juice like a fountain.
The pleasure she felt now linked to the Sense of Fulfillment, and repeating it made her gush even more.
"Huaaang-! Aang-! Inmok-ah-! Ha-uut! Aang-! A-ut! Haaang!"
Her orgasm cycles shortened by force.
The more they did, the more Sense of Fulfillment and orgasm merged into one.
This pairing would break tomorrow, but every fuck, my satisfaction would trigger it again.
Squelch-! Squish-! Squelch-!
"Huaa-ut! Aaang! A-ut! Hang-ang! Ang! A-uung!"
Deep in her pussy, there's that spot that grips just right.
Just a guess, but probably her husband's territory. So everything past that's mine alone.
No holding back from going balls-deep.
Squelch-! Squelch-!
"A-! Uaa-ut-! Huuut!"
Suyeon, cumming over and over from the repeated satisfaction, shuddered and went limp.
Huh?
Fucking tight.
Even limp, her pussy convulsed, clenching and quivering.
And lately, I'd never held back ejaculation once.
Surge-!
Spurt-!
Her pussy full of juices met my cum, foaming up.
Her insides were packed with my stuff now.
Squelch-!
Pulling out, it looked gross at a glance—white, semi-transparent globs clinging everywhere.
I wiped it on Suyeon's unconscious thigh, smirking in satisfaction.
"Ah-."
Suyeon woke up near the end of our day rate.
"Extend it."
"......."
I was checking my phone, then said it to the waking Suyeon.
Shoving my limp, unwashed, stinky cock at her, I repeated.
"Extend it."
"Yeah, let's."
Suyeon agreed with me.
§
<Lee Ina>
Suyeon's pussy juice is tasty, huh?
Ah.
Huaaang-! Aang-! Inmok-ah-! Ha-uut! Aang-! A-ut! Haaang!
Seeing her mom's disheveled state in the video made Ina awkwardly embarrassed for no reason.
She glanced at her mom beside her, who was seriously jotting notes in her notebook, big eyes behind glasses.
What the hell was there even to note? Ina peeked.
Makes louder moans = likes it more
Gets more turned on when obedient during rough stuff
Stuff like that was scribbled in hasty handwriting.
Mom always wrote like this, then neatly rewrote it at the end.
"But I can't do it like that...."
Ina said with a pout, watching the video.
She couldn't do this for her senior.
Not even close to taking it all—halfway filled her up too much.
"That's why Mom does it instead."
Mom's words made her stick out her lip.
"What the hell...."
"We're studying. Focus."
"Yeah...."
To Mom, she was still a baby.
Guess nothing she did pleased her. Every video, she got nagged.
"Ina, you should've moaned louder there. Inmok likes that."
"I did...."
"Inmok just pulled out again."
"......It hurt."
Getting schooled like this honestly sucked.
If any kid liked getting nagged by their mom, step up!
"Mom... did you pass out?"
Ina asked, having seen the latest video.
Way rougher than with her.
"......."
Mom blushed instead of answering.
"That...."
"Senior's amazing at it, right? He's my first boyfriend, so no comparison, but he said you think sex is great."
Suyeon froze at Ina's words, trusting her senior that much.
No clue what she was thinking, but Mom's face went beet red.
"No chit-chat. Study."
"Okie. But studying with Mom is fun~."
No common ground with Mom since puberty—till now.
— Mom~!
Hana's voice from outside made Suyeon and Ina snap shut the laptop and stash the notebook.
Slide-
"Mom, you here?"
The door opened, Hana peeking in.
"Hanging with her? Whatcha doing?"
"Yeah? Talking with Ina. Gotta be careful with a kid around."
"Ew, Mom. I'm hungry. Feed me."
Ina shook her head at the utterly immature Hana.
Her big sis was even less grown-up than her.
She was prepping to be a wife, step by step.
Still lots to learn, though.
§
Start of Semester.
That word alone pissed everyone off: Start of Semester.
Freshmen had their entrance ceremony yesterday.
Per the notice to Ina, Freshman OT was this weekend.
She didn't have to go, but Ina seemed dead set on it.
She chanted it now and then—send her or she'd be super bummed.
No plans not to.
March 2nd, campus still had winter remnants everywhere, bundled up thick to the lecture halls.
9 AM, the hour for Course Registration losers.
Ina, first day, sat next to Hana.
I sat with Do-jin and Jinhyung on either side, then the professor entered.
Freshmen and Another World returnees made it chaotic, but the named prof quieted them.
Tap- Tap tap-
Im Geo-cheol.
The chalkboard writing was insanely elegant. Hanja, even.
Me and my cohort, with over a year in, knew that name: Im Geo-cheol.
"Nice to see you. Been a while. Freshmen, first time seeing my face."
Everyone focused on the elderly prof's voice.
Glanced sideways—those who'd faced the named-of-named Geocheol all wore the same look.
Please please-!
First day, please-!
"I've taught long, met and parted many students. Each with dreams in their hearts. Looking back, some achieved them, some still chase, some pivoted to new ones."
We're fucked.
Jinhyung, Do-jin, and I locked eyes.
Other cohort guys just flicked eyes to confirm.
"University isn't a job placement service. It's for craving knowledge. Drink with friends, chase fun—fine. But I hope you take something from here to help your life."
The slow, sage-like drawl from the prof.
Freshmen ate it up, moved by the wise old scholar vibe.
Of course. Full of dreams on entry.
"I love 'Age doesn't matter for learning or making friends.' If stuck, come freely—I'll teach as a senior in life, fellow student."
Locked eyes with Jinhyung. His dropped low, I followed.
[Whip?]
The fuck?
Wanted to nod, shook head instead.
Jinhyung probably didn't mean it.
"Attendance to learn new friends' names."
Our Geocheol always calls last.
Skip and you're fucked.
"Short break, see you soon."
We clutched foreheads as the prof left with his pointer.
21st-century education elite students don't call him eternal nemesis just for slow and pretentious talk.
"Rest well? Haha, yes. Freshmen haven't bought textbooks yet, I assume."
Tap-! Tap tap-!
Elegant chalkwork from the prof.
<Understanding Educational Classics>
Freshmen's eyes twitched small.
Not cuz they didn't know the Hanja. The sample textbook under it shook them.
Ahh, freshmen first time. Heh.
"Spoke of dreams in life. What philosophy to infuse? Crucial. Dreams without conviction, philosophy shake in a breeze. Students."
Here it comes. Big one's coming.
"Assume you learned in school."
Fuuuuck, coming. Real coming.
"Brief thoughts on Plato, Rousseau, Comenius's Educational Philosophies. Bring next class."
Like dominoes, me, Do-jin, Jinhyung face-planted desks.
Gotta do this shit again.
Swipe-
Geocheol checked time, lifted head, oblivious to silent screams, casually said.
"Time left, but first meeting—end here today."
Damn. Damn!
Geocheol thinks we love him for early finish.
Slam-!
Door shut, second-years all stared blankly at ceiling.
Natural to hate an NPC dropping S-Class Quest on first adventure.
Why S-Class?
"Due next class."
"Yeah. Day after tomorrow."
Day after tomorrow. No prep? He'll be fucking disappointed.
Tap tap-!
TA enters post-prof, bangs podium for attention.
"Second-years know? Due next class. And last year...."
TA scanned us, paused.
"ChatGPT users. Any AI, mass busted last year—you know. First assignment, but graded. Caught? No mercy. Use? At least craft prompts undetectable. You know? Don't get caught."
Caught=dead, clean=win. TA, exhaustion-faced, wrapped up and left.
Geocheol doesn't even take email assignments.
Print, group discuss.
Past Exam Papers cover it. Where he rages, when he grins in glee—all detailed.
"Sigh-. This the College of Education? Just leveled up my acting."
Jinhyung's words got bitter chuckles from me, Do-jin, all.