A Delinquent's True Education
"S-Sex?" Yujeong muttered, utterly bewildered. It was a word she was hearing for the very first time in her life. Since slapping Jiho's hand away a few days ago, she had undergone several more "alterations." As a result, the hypnosis had stripped away almost all of her sexual concepts. If not, she would have felt a severe sense of cognitive dissonance at the alteration that made her mistake a penis for a cigarette.
"Sex. Sex... I think I like the sound of that word better than 'cigarette.' Though it's still not as good as 'cock.'" It was a truly ridiculous sight—her seriously contemplating the word with a cock stuffed in her mouth and her hand resting on her chin. Out of habit, whenever she fell into deep thought, she took a deep drag of her cigarette. Slurrrp— Of course, in reality, she was simply sucking his cock deep into her mouth. The shaft, entering from the side, poked against the inside of her cheek, making it bulge outward. He stroked Yujeong's hair once more. This time, she didn't show any displeasure; she silently let her head rest under his palm.
"Cigarettes are bad for your health, you know. I think it's about time you quit smoking and switched to sex."
"Hmph. You say cigarettes are bad, but you carry one around with you all the time too, Mister." It had only been a few days. Even though she had nearly died from withdrawal just from not seeing Jiho—or more accurately, his cock—sucking on it for just a brief moment brought back her usual prickly attitude. However, the gaze she directed at his cock was dripping with sweet desire, and she even used a polite register. For someone who didn't even speak politely to her own parents, this alone was a massive transformation.
"If it weren't for this cock, I wouldn't be smoking like this every day, you know? If you don't like it, why don't you just leave it at home?" Although the polite speech established a certain hierarchy, it didn't completely erase her usual personality. Yujeong replied in her characteristically blunt tone. For a moment, Jiho was left speechless. It wasn't as if he could just detach his cock and leave it at home. Mghp— Yujeong diligently sucked on Jiho's cock while casting a cautious glance at him. If he got upset like last time and refused to let her have his cock for a week—or maybe even longer—she felt like she might actually die. She cleared her throat and looked away.
"Well... let's see how good it actually is. Give me a taste." Though she sounded dismissive, her eyes shone with intense anticipation.
"Alright." The moment she gave her consent, Jiho lightly pushed Yujeong's shoulders with both hands. Looking down at her as she easily fell backward from her crouching position, he reached out. He poked his index fingers directly against her shirt, right where her nipples were hidden.
"H-Hic!" Yujeong gasped, her body trembling violently in surprise. He traced small circles, rubbing her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. Arching her hips at the sudden rush of pleasure, she cried out, "Ah, ah, there... my nipples... stop touching my nipples...!"
"Sure." Jiho stopped. She hadn't expected him to actually stop, and she looked flustered. "Ah, I mean..." Not wanting him to see her blushing face, she pulled up her shirt collar to cover her mouth and muttered, "It was just an exclamation. Just ignore it and keep doing what you were doing..."
Jiho chuckled and resumed rubbing her nipples. After panting in pleasure for a long while, Yujeong reached a peak. "Ahhhgghh♥" Her back, arched like a bow, collapsed limply onto the floor. As she gasped for air, he asked her:
"Did it feel good?"
"Y-Yes... wait, no." She quickly corrected herself. Instead, she tilted her chin up and smirked proudly. "I'm not really sure. Why don't you try a bit more?" Even as she spoke, her eyes betrayed a mixture of satisfaction and lingering desire.
"If you insist." Jiho pressed down firmly on her nipples again. She wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples poked sharply against the thin shirt, asserting their presence. He gently scraped his fingernails over the hardened peaks through the fabric.
"Ah, ahhh! My nipples... my nipples feel so goooood!"
"Which do you prefer? Scraped with my nails like this? Or..." He pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger, tugging it gently up and down. "Pulled like this? Or maybe..." He pressed his thumb flat against the tip, squishing it. "Like this?"
"A-All of them! No, roll them! Pinch my nipples and roll them around!"
"Ah, like this?" He pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. As she writhed in pleasure, drool spilling from her lips, he asked, "Are you still going to smoke cigarettes? Or are you going to quit?" Honestly, he could have easily solved this by simply hypnotizing her to feel disgusted by cigarettes, but that would be no fun.
"Both! I'll smoke cigarettes, and you keep touching my nipples!" It wasn't the answer Jiho wanted, but it wasn't necessarily bad either. It meant that sucking his cock felt just as good to her as having her nipples played with. Still, she needed proper training. He continued to torment her nipples for a long while. Her usual sharp, rebellious expression completely melted away, replaced by a dazed, vacant stare as her tongue flicked out toward his cock.
"...But I still can't quit. This cock... it feels too good. I feel like I'll die if I don't have it..."
"Then what about other cigarettes, excluding this cock?" Her eyes snapped open. "T-That, I can do! I can quit all of them!" She pulled out the single cigarette she had received in the letter from her pocket. "As long as you keep letting me put this cock in my mouth, this garbage is...!" She threw the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under her heel. She kicked away the mangled cigarette, which was now completely unsmokeable. She didn't care about things like that anymore. "I don't ever have to smoke another cigarette for the rest of my life. Just keep lending me your cock, please...♥"
"Good. A good student deserves a reward." Saying so, Jiho leaned forward. He bit down gently on Yujeong's nipple, nibbling at it.
"Mnnnghh!" She stretched her legs out straight, her body trembling violently. Her shoes had slipped off at some point, revealing bright yellow socks with cute little chick faces printed on them—a stark contrast to her delinquent persona. Panting heavily, Yujeong asked, "I-Is this... is this what sex is?"
"No. If anything, this is just a warm-up. Real sex is several times better than this."
"Y-You're lying..." Yujeong muttered, completely overwhelmed. Just this alone felt like it was melting her entire brain. And real sex was several times better than this? He pulled down her damp pants and panties together. He aimed the head of his massive cock at her entrance, which was already twitching with anticipation. Holding his shaft, he rubbed the tip of his glans up and down against her wet folds. Yujeong shuddered at the intense pressure dragging from her clitoris to the entrance of her vagina. Whether this was anticipation or fear of the unknown, she instinctively knew that this would utterly ruin her. And then, she realized. All the delinquent, dangerous things she had done up until now were merely leading up to her complete ruin. The moment she had been waiting for had finally arrived. She reached out with both hands, grabbing Jiho's collar, and whispered, "K-Kill me..."
"Is that so?" Her plea only fueled his playfulness. Squish, squelch— He continued to rub against her parted folds, her dripping entrance pulsing and twitching as it spilled a steady stream of slick arousal. "H-Hurry up and put it in...!" Only then did Jiho thrust the head of his cock inside. Plump! "Ahhhgghh♥" Her tight passage accepted his thick cock with surprising ease. Though the entrance clamped down hard around him, the inside was so drenched and slick that the shaft slid in effortlessly. "Mnnnghh♥"
"Aren't you crying out a bit too much like a wild animal?" Even at his teasing, Yujeong didn't have the mental capacity to reply. The intense pleasure surged up from the depths of her vagina, traveling up her spine and striking her brain. It was a shock unlike anything she had ever experienced, one she knew she would never find elsewhere. Sliding easily along her vaginal walls, the tip of his glans bumped against a thick, fleshy barrier. The thick, soft, donut-like entrance of her cervix. Every time his cock jabbed against her cervix, Yujeong let out wild, animalistic squeals, her limbs flailing. "Ahn♥" "Haaah♥"
He gripped her hips and began to thrust his pelvis back and forth. Slap, slap, slap— The sound of splashing juices echoed as the internal ridges of her vagina writhed and squeezed his shaft. Keeping his glans pressed flush against her cervix, he lifted her hips upward. As his cock pushed up, a distinct bulge poked out against her lower abdomen. "You look like a toy frog." Moving his hand from her waist, he gently rubbed the protruding bulge on her lower belly. "Ahhh♥" With only a thin layer of flesh separating the internal and external stimulation, Yujeong's vagina clamped down even tighter around his cock. Her pale buttocks trembled violently, and her hips jerked uncontrollably. When he pressed down firmly on her lower abdomen with his palm, her vaginal walls folded inward, sending her into consecutive, shattering orgasms.
"Ah, Mister! Mister, this is weird! I'm going crazy!" Even Yujeong, who had already experienced several intense peaks, instinctively realized the danger and screamed, "My brain is going to explode♥ I'm going to die♥ I'm not going to be myself anymore♥ Stop! No! Stop it! The old Yujeong is going to die!♥" Though she was genuinely terrified, her expression was a paradoxical mask of pure ecstasy and anticipation, more thrilled than she had ever been in her life.
Jiho could feel it too. Her vagina was clamping down so hard it felt like it would snap his cock, and her entrance was pulsing as it gushed juices. This was a level of pleasure beyond what a normal amkeot could easily experience. And so, he smiled and delivered his verdict. "That's right. Just die right here, and be reborn as a good girl." With those words, he drove his hips forward with all his might, thrusting so deeply it felt as if he were piercing her lower abdomen, and ejaculated. Spurt, gush, squirt—! Thick, hot semen flooded her cervix and filled her vagina to the brim.
Yujeong's eyes rolled back, her body seizing in spasms. The wild, animalistic squeals and moans vanished. Her mouth hung wide open, letting out nothing but weak, breathless gasps and faint, choked whimpers. Even as her consciousness completely faded, her cervix and vagina diligently milked his cock, greedily absorbing every drop of his semen. Only after a long while did the light return to her eyes. Staring blankly up at the ceiling, she muttered, "Ah... sex... sex... feels so good...♥"
"Well? Do you feel like you've become a good girl now?" Yujeong stared at Jiho with dazed eyes, then let out a sly, mischievous chuckle. "What the hell are you talking about, Mister? Fuck...♥ Do I look that easy to you?♥" Yet even as she spoke those harsh words, massive hearts practically popped into her eyes as she gazed up at him.
"So, are you still going to refuse to get along with your classmates?" "Well..." Barely managing to push herself up, she rubbed her cheek against his cock, which was messy with semen and juices. "If you do it one more time, I might think about it♥" "Why stop at one? I'll do it ten more times," he whispered playfully. "Then, to celebrate making up with your classmates... how about we call them here?" "That... that is just..." Hearing his plan, Yujeong prostrated herself flat on the floor. Raising her hips high, she used one hand to pull her buttocks wide apart. Her entrance, dripping with semen, pulsed invitingly as she gently swayed her hips—a more than sufficient answer. Jiho chuckled and grabbed her buttocks once more. "Ahhn♥"
There were three students whom Yujeong targeted for blatant bullying at the academy. Her reasons were trivial. One wore nerdy glasses and lived in the dormitory room next to hers. Another had accidentally bumped into her back in the cafeteria. The third had coughed unpleasantly behind her during class. Of course, there were other students who got on her nerves, but she possessed a certain level of street smarts. She specifically targeted those who were timid and clearly weaker than her. There was no direct physical violence or assault. Instead, she resorted to petty acts: borrowing their things and never returning them, tripping them "by accident," or spilling water on them. Since these targets came from modest backgrounds and had weak personalities, they couldn't dare to resist her. And because her actions didn't cross into overt violence, they couldn't even report her to the academy. In a closed boarding academy with nowhere else to go, this subtle torment was more than enough to make their lives a living hell.
Now, those three students were walking toward the distant warehouse, sighing heavily. The bullying they had somehow managed to endure was likely coming to an end today. The reason Yujeong had summoned them to this secluded warehouse, far away from the lecture halls and dormitories, was painfully obvious. As they walked, the three of them trembled with fear. They couldn't even begin to guess what she would do to them. Would she actually beat them this time? Yet, despite their terror, they didn't dare disobey Yujeong's command. They were the weakest of the weak, the absolute bottom of the food chain. Shuffling hesitantly, they made their way toward the back of the distant warehouse. As they drew closer...
"Ah—ahn! Haaah—ah♥ Mister♥ Harder♥♥♥" An unrecognizable groaning sound drifted from behind the building. Actually, they could faintly guess who it belonged to. The voice undoubtedly belonged to Yujeong. However... the sheer lewdness and sweet, coquettish tone of it left them utterly bewildered. Confused and anxious, they rounded the corner of the warehouse. And then...
"Kyaaa!" "What in the world?!" Someone screamed. "R-Rape!" "Call the police! Call them!" They stared in absolute horror at Yujeong being ruthlessly pounded by Jiho. But their panic was short-lived. Yujeong, who was bent over with both hands pressed against the warehouse wall, taking his cock from behind, snapped her head back.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Her sharp, aggressive reaction was exactly like her usual self, causing them to freeze instantly. At the very least, her response was far from that of a victim. Hearing her swear, Jiho frowned and slapped her buttocks hard.
"Student Yujeong."
"Ahhn♥" Just a single slap to her buttocks completely melted away her fierce expression and harsh voice. Reacting to Jiho's stern tone, she stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Mister...♥ Hey, guys... I'm sorry for bullying you... Now that Mister's cock is pounding my cervix so deep, I realize I was wrong...♥"
Jiho slowly resumed moving his hips back and forth. Squish, squelch— "Let's all get along... Ah, ahh. Mister, a bit harder...♥ Sex feels so good♥" Looking at the completely frozen trio, Yujeong smirked. "You guys... to celebrate our reconciliation..." She spoke to the three of them, acting as if she were reluctantly granting them a massive favor. "I'll let you borrow this cock...♥"