Hero Academy (4-8)
Steam rose gently from the bath, but we could still see each other crystal clear.
Instead of fixating on Cho Seo-hyun's body, I started paying attention to her movements.
She wrapped her soft palms around my cock, beginning to caress it with careful strokes.
Her touch was clumsy, awkward—no doubt about it.
She'd spent so long without any interest in men, and she probably didn't have many colleagues to gossip with about them.
Lacking knowledge and experience, all she could manage were these tentative hand movements.
But even so, it didn't feel lacking.
Her petite hands, dotted with calluses from her palms, stimulated my cock even more intensely.
"I-if it hurts, tell me, okay?"
"Don't worry. Right now... ngh. It's perfect."
Relief washed over her face at my words, and my groan seemed to excite her—she grew bolder, more eager in her caresses.
Not just stroking the shaft; she started fondling my balls below, teasing my lower abdomen too.
She might not know the principles of male pleasure, but her earnest effort was endearing.
Still, skill couldn't be overcome by effort alone—it took time.
With her current level, she could only arouse me, make it feel good.
She couldn't push me to that explosive climax.
But the foreplay had done its job all the same.
My dark, swollen cock stood rigidly upright, menacingly threatening her lower belly.
When it twitched and pressed right against her stomach, Cho Seo-hyun's earlier smile faded, replaced by a flicker of fear.
It hadn't been long since she'd lost her virginity.
Fear still outweighed pleasure for her.
Watching her like that, I committed the sight to memory, etching it deep into my mind.
'This expression won't last much longer anyway.'
The fear only hit at the start.
Most of the women I'd been with had spread their legs in terror at first, but before long, they welcomed the intruder inside with open thighs.
Like learning to swim—the water's scary at first, but once you're used to it, diving in becomes pure joy.
That initial fear? You could never recapture it, no matter how hard you tried.
I swept her wet hair back against the grain and pulled her into an embrace.
Her face buried in my chest, she mumbled.
"Ugh... maybe I shouldn't have washed up."
"Why's that?"
"Now that I'm all wet like this, that nice scent of yours is gone."
She looked up at me with a grin.
"When I'm pressed right up against you like this, you smell so good, you know?"
Pheromones, probably.
In that sense, it was inevitable that Cho Seo-hyun fell first, even before Seong Sua.
We weren't exactly rubbing bodies constantly, but her role in the swordsmanship department meant we often ended up close during talks.
Seong Sua, on the other hand, stayed at a distance through most classes, and our encounters were mostly in VR—pheromones barely factored in.
Of course, jumping to conclusions from one data point was unwise, but...
I smiled down at her wide, sparkling eyes.
"Then we can do it again tomorrow."
"Hee hee hee."
Delighted, she let out a bubbly laugh and squeezed me tight.
Her ample breasts pressed against my chest, stimulating me.
Most of her scars were on her back and arms; her torso was relatively pristine.
And the cleanest spot of all was...
Squish. Squish.
"Instructor Cho Seo-hyun, your breasts are huge."
"Ngh...!"
Her magnificent chest.
I pulled back slightly and slid both hands down, cupping her breasts fully.
Her small frame made them C-cups that fit perfectly in my palms.
But what made them so thrilling was their rarity.
Every woman's breasts had their charm, but hers were uniquely captivating.
Petite body, big tits.
You might spot small-chested types like Han Bom now and then, but this combo? Rare as hell.
I kneaded her rare treasures slowly, deliberately.
Squish... squish...
"Ah... haah... ngh!"
Like marshmallows outside, hiding a massive candy core within.
Marshmallow wrapped around candy.
"Haa... hng... ahh!"
Brushing her nipples occasionally ignited her moans like a trigger.
Those hard peaks rising against my palms radiated heat, signaling me.
As I massaged, she looked up, face flushed with arousal.
"You... like my breasts?"
Was there a man alive who didn't like tits?
But how you answered mattered—a wrong word could tank everything.
I gripped her breasts firmly.
"Love 'em. Breasts."
"...Hmph."
She turned her head away, pouting playfully.
Not really mad, just pretending.
But I wasn't letting it slide that easily.
I gave the right answer.
"How could a man not love the breasts of the woman he cares for?"
"Hee hee...!"
Her fake pout crumbled into giggles, and she threw her arms around me.
Looking down instead of up from the embrace, she suddenly said,
"Hey, sit on the edge of the tub."
"...?"
I complied, perching on the tub's rim. She gently parted my legs and slipped between them.
And then...
She slid my cock slowly between her breasts.
As it sank into her secret valley, the soft flesh made it twitch convulsively.
"Ah! D-does it hurt!?"
"N-no... it just feels... so good..."
"You startled me. It jerked like crazy all of a sudden."
Her inexperience meant every little thing drew a fresh reaction from her.
Probably from a lifetime facing danger as a hero, I figured.
She relaxed with a wry smile, gazing up at me with my cock nestled in her cleavage.
"This is... the only clean spot left on me."
"You don't have to say that..."
"Shh! Just listen."
I gazed down at her silently.
Satisfied, she gripped her breasts with both hands and began sliding them up and down, back and forth.
A shiver raced up my spine; I couldn't hold back a groan.
Pleased by it, she kept watching my face as she moved.
"It's the cleanest part of me... so I'll make you feel good with it."
Her consideration left me speechless.
She must relive her past mental torment every time she saw her body.
Yet here she was, offering her least scarred spot for my pleasure.
Her paizuri was awkward, sure.
But knowing the story behind those breasts amplified my ecstasy beyond any sex I'd had before.
Defiling her one pristine place.
That thought mingled with the pleasure, dominating my mind.
Her breasts rising to tease my glans, falling to make my balls quiver.
And as good as it felt for me, she started moaning too.
"Hng... haah... ahh..."
"Ngh... haa..."
Slurp.
"Guh!"
As her breasts slid down to my base, she leaned in, lips capturing the precum beading on my tip and sucking it clean.
The unexpected sensation surged my arousal instantly.
"I'm gonna cum!"
"W-wha!?"
She froze in panic, but the building pressure made me grab her breasts and thrust my hips wildly.
"Kyaaah!"
"Cumming!"
Unable to hold back the torrent, I slammed down to her base and erupted across her face.
Semen squirted like a water gun, relentlessly splattering her features.
Splurt! Spluuurt! Spurt!
"Hng! Hnnng! Guh!"
Each jet hit her pristine face at high speed, defiling it.
From her bangs to eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips...
Every inch coated, her beauty ruined.
Only when it ended did I regain my senses and look down.
Her once-clean breasts and face—both now thoroughly dirtied by me.
Guilt and sin crashed over me; my cock began to soften.
But her smile melted those feelings away.
Face drenched in my load, she winked slyly.
"Hee... feel good?"
Her cute provocation stirred my cock back to life.
"Eek! W-wait a sec!"
Round two commenced.
Waves churned in the warm, full tub, hot water spilling wildly over the edges.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
"Haaang! Haaang! Hngg!"
As she rose, water trailed her skin; as she slammed down, it pushed outward.
Her writhing form evoked a sea goddess.
A woman taking my cock in and out of her body.
Such women shone brightest in any world.
Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
"Haaang! So good! So good! Haaang!"
Her wet bob swaying, breasts bouncing wildly—it ratcheted my climax higher.
"Instructor! Gonna cum!"
"Haaang! Haaaang! Guuuuh!!"
I came as I gripped her waist, burying deep inside the tub.
"Haaaaang!!"
Feeling the semen flood her womb, she cupped my face and clung desperately.
Only after emptying everything did round two end.
We refilled the tub, washed thoroughly, then soaked together to unwind.
I sat at the edge; she nestled in my arms, staring at the ceiling before speaking.
"Never imagined we'd end up like this."
"Yeah."
"No, really... I had no idea."
It wasn't about me being her assistant instructor.
She'd thought she'd never be with a man in her life.
"I told you about the scars on my body, right?"
"...No."
I knew, of course—from dream intrusion.
She'd never explained their origin fully.
Now she poured it out: the abuse she'd endured.
Back then, her burning dream of becoming a hero blinded her to men forever—or so she'd vowed.
"Scars didn't matter then. All I wanted was to be a hero."
But the abuse during her crucial growth years distanced her from that dream.
She became a hero, but alone.
Alone, the scars turned from badges of glory to filthy memories.
"And I didn't treat them properly back then, so they scarred."
"..."
"Sorry for killing the mood. I just... wanted to get it out quick."
She finished, dipping her lips into the water and falling silent.
I could only see her hair, but I sensed her emotions.
A past like an excuse.
Not her fault, yet she confessed everything fast, just in case.
I lifted her torso gently, turning her to face me.
She'd avoided my eyes earlier; now surprise gave way to a sulky dodge.
Scared.
Of what I'd say.
But the answer was set.
I pulled her into the warm water, embracing her fully, whispering in her ear.
"I love you exactly like that, Instructor Cho Seo-hyun."
"Hic... hng...!"
I couldn't see her tears or expression, but her sobs and desperation echoed in my ear, on my skin.
I held her endlessly, feeling it all.