Educating a Delinquent (3)
The next day, at the exact same time, in the warehouse. Behind the shadow-draped warehouse, a man and a woman were moving stealthily. Jiho leaned his back against the warehouse wall and lowered his pants and underwear. Or rather, to be precise, he didn't lower them himself; Lee Yujeong, who was crouching in front of him, had pulled them down of her own accord. As his cock sprang free with a soft thud, she let out a quiet gasp of admiration. "This is it. This is the one."
Already fully erect as if prepared, his massive shaft, with its imposing size and prominent veins, made her eyes grow hazy just by looking at it. The indifferent expression she had worn when she first met Jiho moments ago vanished in an instant, replaced by a face indistinguishable from a girl deeply in love. Already, various parts of her body were growing hot and itchy. The past twenty-four hours, from yesterday to this very moment, had been far more agonizing than the weeks she had spent forced to quit smoking at the academy. She was utterly addicted to this "cigarette."
Tilting her head back, she brought her face close to the underside of his shaft. With her nose pressed against the very base of his penis, she took a long, deep breath. The intense scent rushed through her nostrils, seemingly piercing straight into her brain, causing her mouth to instantly flood with saliva. "Sssssuuuuh... Haaah... This smell is seriously addictive."
Without even asking for permission, she greedily took his glans into her mouth and sucked on it vigorously. *Slurrrp!* "Mph, slurp, nnh, gulp, slurp..." Like a baby sucking on a pacifier, she savored the taste for a long time, then began poking the tip of her tongue into his urethra. She had instinctively found the spot where the scent was most concentrated. After indulging in the smell and taste for what felt like an eternity, she pulled back and cried out, "Puhah! Yes! This is it!"
She squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered. A wave of pleasure washed over her, as if all the fatigue, accumulated stress, and irritation in her body were being swept away at once. Rubbing the wet glans over her lips like lipstick, she asked, "Hey, Ahjussi, what did you say the name of this cigarette was again?"
"Cock."
"Cock... Cock, huh? I've definitely never heard of that brand before. Well, I don't really know much about vapes." Seeing how she could keep sucking on this single device, she figured it must be some kind of liquid vape. In any case, one thing was certain. "This is fucking amazing, seriously. Once I get out of here, I'm definitely switching to this brand."
Especially that thick, liquid-like smoke that came up when she was sucking hard and feeling good—the moment she inhaled it deep into her lungs, it felt like fireworks exploding repeatedly behind her eyelids. Recalling the rumors she'd heard about junkies, she doubted even real drugs could feel this ecstatic. She opened her mouth again, taking the entire shaft inside. As if that wasn't enough, she forced her throat open and shoved it even deeper. *Gulp, gag, chhhk—* With the thick shaft filling her throat, vulgar, wet sounds leaked out every time air squeezed past. Yujeong was currently the most obscene instrument in the world. *Gurgle, gag, slurp—* Even while suffocating, Yujeong slowly bobbed her head back and forth. Jiho didn't bother holding back the ejaculation that was rapidly building up.
"Mgh—! Mmgh!" *Spurt! Splurt! Gush!* Though it was hard to see because she was crouching, Yujeong's pussy was squirting juices in tandem with her climax as she drank his semen, her nipples hardening more than ever before. Because his cock was shoved so deep down her throat, she didn't even need to consciously swallow. She simply took all of it directly. *Gurgle, slurp—* She pulled the cock out of her throat. Looking at the shaft glistening wet with her saliva, Yujeong's eyes sparkled once more. Holding his cock with one hand, she greedily licked the glans clean. "Haaah... This is so good."
Watching her stick her tongue out to suck clean the tip, Jiho asked, "Is life at the academy treating you well?"
"Treating me well? *Slurp*—my ass. *Mph, slurp*—I want to pack up and leave right this second... *mgh*." Still kissing the glans, Yujeong rubbed the cock against her cheek as if she couldn't contain her sheer bliss. Yet, the moment she thought of the academy itself, she pouted. "My mom gave me an ultimatum: either shave my head and go to a temple, or come to this boarding academy. That's why I'm here."
"Ah." After spending some time with her yesterday, Jiho had double-checked her personal records. Nodding at her explanation, which roughly matched the documents, he gently placed his hand on her head. "Still, since you're already here, shouldn't you try your best?"
"Try my best, my ass. Well, my grades seem to be going up decently anyway. Once I hand those old farts my CSAT report card, they won't be able to say shit." She felt absolutely no hesitation in referring to her parents as "old farts."
"And I heard you don't get along with the other students here either?" To be precise, Yujeong was blatantly bullying a few weak-willed students. Just yesterday, she had stolen another student's glasses. "It would be better if you all got along."
Yujeong tucked a strand of sweat-dampened hair behind her ear and looked up. She glared at Jiho with a slightly displeased look. Yesterday, she hadn't felt any discomfort when he grabbed her hair and shoved her head back and forth, as she perceived it as part of the act of "smoking." But right now, she wasn't smoking; she was just rubbing the cigarette against her cheek. His hand touching her head was nothing but annoying. With a sharp flick of her wrist, she slapped Jiho's hand away. *Smack!* "Just because you're letting me borrow a cigarette doesn't mean you get to act like my guardian and order me around. It's fucking ridiculous. Know your place, janitor. There's a limit to how cocky you can be."
Jiho merely let out a wry smile at her sharp, defensive attitude. "Just make sure you keep lending me your cigarette, Ahjussi. *Mph*—" She took his cock back into her mouth, licking the glans deliciously. Watching her, Jiho pulled a coin out of his pocket again. *Just having her suck my cock is nice, but this might be good too.*
—The next day. Yujeong stood with her arms crossed, tapping her foot irritably against the ground. It was the exact same time as yesterday, but there wasn't a single sign of anyone nearby. "Why... isn't he coming?"
Of course, unlike her, a student with a certain amount of free time, that Ahjussi was just a hired laborer, a mere janitor. It would naturally be difficult for him to make time every single day. But if so, he should have told her beforehand! He hadn't said a word yesterday. She had clearly told him to come at the same time today, and he had obviously agreed... Suddenly, her brow furrowed. *...Wait, he didn't actually answer.* She had unilaterally demanded he show up at this time, and he hadn't given a response. To be precise, she had walked away before even waiting for his answer.
She bit her thumb anxiously. "Still, this is bullshit... Just wait until he shows up tomorrow. I'm going to suck him dry twice as much... No, should I just take it from him?" Come to think of it, there was no reason to go through the hassle of borrowing such a delicious cigarette every time. She could just steal it. If all else failed, she could throw some money at him, and he'd probably hand it over gladly. "Yeah. When he comes tomorrow, I'll just take it." Although not being able to put his cigarette—his cock—in her mouth today was causing her no small amount of stress, she endured it by thinking of tomorrow and headed back to the dormitory.
—The day after that. Jiho didn't show up again. Only then did Yujeong realize something was terribly wrong. It wasn't that the Ahjussi was too busy to come; he was deliberately avoiding her. "Fuck... Why isn't he coming?"
She anxiously gnawed on her thumbnail. Was it simply because lending her his cigarette was too troublesome? Was he stingy with his cigarettes? Several plausible reasons crossed her mind, but then a single memory flashed in her brain. She had irritably slapped away Jiho's hand when he tried to pat her head out of concern. And she had even spat insults at him, looking down on him. The moment she remembered that, *thud*—something heavy and suffocating dropped onto Yujeong's heart. "N-No way..."
She let out an awkward laugh, trying to rationalize it. "He's a grown man. What kind of guy gets petty over something like that and stops showing up? That's ridiculous." Yet, in a corner of her mind, a dark premonition that he would never show up again kept rearing its ugly head. "Come on. He'll... He'll come tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow." Even as she forced those optimistic words out, her legs gave way, and Yujeong stumbled heavily against the wall for support. "He's absolutely coming." But her firm assertion was hollow, dripping with nothing but sheer anxiety.
—Another day passed. Jiho did not come. Yujeong no longer paced around, looking for him. Instead, she just sat slumped on the ground, burying her face in her knees. Yesterday, she had spent the entire day searching for Jiho, wandering through the dormitory, the main building, and every other corner of the academy. Yet, she hadn't caught a single glimpse of him. Her thumbnail was chewed raw, smeared with dried blood. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably. Having been deprived of his cock for several days, her withdrawal symptoms weren't limited to mere tremors. No matter how much she slept, she was constantly exhausted, and the stress was driving her insane. The hallucinations and auditory illusions were no longer just tricks of her mind. Reduced to a half-ruined wreck in just a single day, Yujeong muttered, "Cigarette... Cock... Ahjussi..."
Most of all, her mind was half-broken. Tears dripped continuously from her lowered face, soaking into the dirt. At this point, she couldn't even tell if what she desperately needed was a cigarette, his cock, or Jiho's very existence. As she wept, repeating those three words like a broken record, a dark shadow fell over her. Sensing the hot sun being blocked out, she slowly raised her head. Jiho was looking down at her, wearing his usual relaxed, easygoing smile.
At first, she thought she was dreaming. The situation felt so surreal that she could only blink stupidly. "Ahjussi?" "Ah, well, yeah. I've been a bit busy the past few days." Hearing his voice, she finally realized the Jiho standing before her wasn't a hallucination, but the real thing. She sprang up from the ground. Her legs were numb and tingling, but that pain was nothing to her right now. "C-Cigarette! Ahjussi, please give me a cigarette!" Her bloodshot eyes and the drool dripping from her mouth made her look exactly like a patient suffering from severe cock addiction.
Yujeong hurriedly corrected her words, switching to desperate, submissive formal honorifics. "Ah, Ahjussi! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have said those things to you! It was my fault! So please, the cigarette! Give me the cock cigarette, please!" She poured out polite, submissive honorifics—words she had never once used with her own parents—to a janitor she had always looked down on. All just to suck his cock one more time.
"Ah, the cock cigarette." He chuckled and lowered his pants. "This one?" It was the very cock cigarette she had seen in her dreams and hallucinations. Saliva pooled in Yujeong's mouth, her instincts reacting like a dog catching sight of a bone. *Hurry! I want to suck it right now!* "Ah... it's the cock... ♥" Crouching down in front of Jiho, she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Normally, she would have greedily shoved it into her mouth, but after those agonizing days of waiting, the power dynamic between them had completely flipped. She was terrified that this precious cigarette, which had finally returned to her, would vanish again if she acted out of line. Seeing her submission, Jiho nodded. "Good. Suck it."
Like someone who had been starving for days, she shoved the entire shaft deep into her mouth. "Mgh—*slurp*—*gulp*—*mnh*... It's so good... The cock cigarette is so delicious... ♥" The hot, wet mucous membranes of her lips wrapped tightly around his entire cock. *Slurp, lick, suck—* She ran her tongue around the glans, slowly tracing the sensitive groove between the head and the shaft. Pouting her lips, she clung to his cock in an utterly vulgar display. Her face was stretched out, her eyes rolling back in a pathetic, unsightly expression, but Yujeong didn't care in the slightest.
Jiho chuckled and took a step back. Determined never to let go, the crouching Yujeong waddled forward to match the distance he retreated. The tight, pussy-like grip of her throat sent a wave of intense pleasure rushing from the base of his groin straight to the tip. Without holding back, he ejaculated directly into her mouth. *Spurt! Splurt! Gush!* "Mgh! Mmmgh! *Gulp*—*gulp*—ahhh...!" As if determined not to let a single drop escape, she sealed her lips even tighter around his cock and opened her throat. Yujeong's eyes rolled back, her knees trembling violently. Although she had kept her legs closed while crouching before, she now instinctively splayed her thighs wide apart, revealing just how soaking wet her crotch had become.
*Gulp, gulp, gulp—* After swallowing every last drop of semen, she let his cock slip from her mouth. *Pop!* "Puhah... ♥ The cock cigarette is so delicious... ♥" Having been deprived of it for days, the taste was incomparably sweeter. She panted heavily, her tongue lolling out like a dog's. Her hips bounced up and down of their own accord, and she had leaked so much arousal fluid that her shorts were completely drenched through. Just as saliva dripped from her mouth, her pussy was drooling just as heavily. Looking up at Jiho to gauge his reaction, she asked, "A-Ahjussi... Can I smoke just one more...?"
"More importantly," Jiho said. He had naturally switched back to informal speech, but Yujeong didn't notice at all. Even if she had, she wouldn't have dared to point it out. "There's something far better than a cock cigarette. Are you interested?"
She blinked in surprise. *No way. Something better than his cock?* She felt a mixture of anticipation and dread. Just sucking his cock right now made her feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure, happiness, and fulfillment, as if she were being reborn. If there was something better than this, did that mean she could experience an even greater sensation? She couldn't even begin to fathom how incredible it would be. At the same time, she was terrified. Just being deprived of his cock for a few days had been so agonizing, making her feel like she was going to die. If there was something even better... she would undoubtedly become even more addicted. She would end up clinging to this Ahjussi even more desperately than she did now. A tug-of-war ensued between her reason and her instincts. But the hesitation didn't last long. In fact, she didn't even have to think about it. Her brain, completely melted by pleasure, only craved greater ecstasy. Unable to contain her anticipation, she asked with a breathless smile, "W-What is it?" Jiho smiled back at her and replied, "Sex."