Semen Addiction (1)

Whenever mealtime rolled around, Kim Yerin would deliberately summon me out of the cell. Officially, it was to replace the bomb around my neck — and every time she did, Baek Hanyoung's gaze would flicker with unease.

But once I actually got there, she wouldn't replace any bomb at all. She'd lay out a lavish feast instead. And the cook? None other than Han Yuri. Han Yuri herself had prepared everything, apparently.

Come to think of it, she always did well in cooking class.

Heroes were recruited on pure physical ability alone, with no written exams required. Maybe that was why Han Yuri never bothered with studying. My grades weren't great either, but I still ranked higher than she did.

I never quite figured out why cooking, of all subjects, was the one she excelled at. I was grateful she fed me something delicious every time — even if the price was becoming a living chair for the entire lunch period.

"Chew it thoroughly, okay? You're going to need to use this later..."

"Y-yes..."

Looking at the table, though, everything on it was loaded. Eel. Bokbunja wine. Asparagus, seasoned oysters. Raw tomatoes piled up like a mountain.

Every last one of them was a stamina food. What was she planning to do after feeding me all this?

"Thanks to you, Professor, it's gotten a lot easier to turn Baek Hanyoung into my cock-sleeve. Just a little more and I think she'll give in."

"Is that so? Our Hanyoung. Living the high life, isn't she? It's not every day you get to take a cock this long and sturdy."

I wished we could make more progress...

"Next time, I'll have Hanyoung suck your cock."

"That'd be nice, but..."

"A mere female acting so high and mighty. If you were born with a pretty face, you ought to be servicing our little master's cock of your own accord, don't you think?"

"Umm..."

I had nothing to say. This was severe. So this was what one hundred percent submission felt like.

"Ah! That's right! Hey, should we make a team or something?"

"A crew? Well, I guess that's not unheard of."

Superhumans occasionally formed teams. I didn't know why, but even now, if you turned on the TV you'd see stories about some team disbanding, another forming, some member causing a scandal.

Like celebrity groups, I suppose. Anyway, superhumans forming teams wasn't strange at all. I found it a little weird, but I was a superhuman too, after all.

"What should we name the crew? Cock Love?"

"No. Absolutely not."

"Why not! It has a nice ring to it."

Absolutely not. Better not to make a team at all than join one with that name.

"The team name... let's go with that. BBP."

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

Has a decent ring to it. Way better naming sense than that professor-in-name-only.

"Big Baek Sehyun Penis."

"..."

"Hey! That's pretty good! Let's go with that."

I squeezed my eyes shut and gave up. Saying anything more would get the same result.

Vmmm... Just as it said, the tattoos I'd marked them with transformed. The letters BBP were now written in pink across their lower abdomens.

Fucking Status Window, you little shit...

I had the distinct feeling everyone was conspiring to mess with me.

Day two of confinement, evening.

Baek Sehyun climbed onto the bed, rolled himself up in a blanket, and sat there. Kim Yerin had specially provided it after receiving feedback that it was too cold.

"So you do still have a shred of humanity left..."

The reason she'd given him the blanket was that she no longer needed the Touch. Just a little further. Just a tiny bit more and they could break Baek Hanyoung.

Using Love Touch at that point would be no fun... Of course, that wasn't Sehyun's opinion — it was the female professor's. She would have followed orders if given any, but she wanted her classmate to fall even deeper into the abyss.

"It's nice seeing you two getting along."

"...Yerin."

"At this rate, you two might even get married. Well, you have been diligently servicing each other. Hehe."

Kim Yerin ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠emerged from the darkness once again, approaching while thoroughly mocking her classmate. The A-class hero stretched her hand through the iron bars, but Yerin wasn't stupid enough to close the distance.

"Oops? Almost got me. What a shame. If I'd been just a little closer, you could've crushed my neck."

"You insane bitch... Taking an innocent person hostage and threatening people. You're going to get divine punishment for this!"

"Divine punishment? Well. I'm not the type to believe in that sort of thing. I believe in something else, though."

Kim Yerin quietly gazed between Sehyun's legs. She had never been religious. Her conviction was that faith was like a cheap whore. But lately, something like faith had begun to sprout in her heart — and that something was cock.

Just looking at it filled her with ecstasy. If this wasn't faith, what was? Her god was Sehyun's cock.

"Well then, shall I give you two a chance to get even closer? Hanyoung?"

"W-what..."

"That man's cock. Lick it kindly with your mouth. Until the cum comes out."

Sehyun clenched his fist without realizing it. A golden opportunity to raise her submission with maximum efficiency.

"You're telling me to do that? Have you actually lost your mind?!"

Fellatio was something even couples rarely did. Only the one receiving it felt good; the one doing it felt nothing of the sort.

Why the hell should I have to do this? She'd gotten carried away by the atmosphere and gone along with things so far, but this — this she absolutely did not want to do. Kim Yerin, however, who wouldn't have locked her up in the first place if she were the type to show mercy, thought differently.

"You'd better start sucking soon. The puppet's already on its way."

"You cheap bitch...!"

"I hear that one a lot. So what? What can you even do? What kind of influence can you possibly exert from inside that prison, you idiot."

There was nothing. Knowing that full well, Baek Hanyoung gave up and walked toward Sehyun, who sat on the bed.

"I-I'm sorry... Just hold on a little. And if you can, please finish quickly..."

"Yes..."

"I'll start now."

Nobody had taught her this. She had never knelt for anyone in her life. But now, Hanyoung found herself on her knees before a man more than a full head shorter than herself.

She opened her mouth wide. She had never even dreamed she would put something like this inside it. Tentatively, she touched it with her tongue. The taste wasn't particularly special. There was no indescribable scent either. It was just... a pillar.

"Slurp..."

"Hooo..."

That Baek Hanyoung. That beautiful woman you'd only ever see in movies or on television. She was licking his cock right now.

An enormous sense of transgression washed over him. Part of him wondered if this was really okay. At the same time, he wanted her to be more aggressive. To lick more thoroughly.

"Slurp, slurp..."

Her tongue was hotter than other people's. Her body temperature ran one degree higher. That subtle difference made it feel far better than receiving this from anyone else.

"Haahp. Slurp."

Baek Hanyoung had never been taught, but she knew instinctively how to please a man with her mouth. Using her heat-laden tongue, she swept over every inch of his cock, carefully seeking out the spots she hadn't reached.

It was like she was painting with her saliva. Every part of the shaft, and then his balls — she licked them carefully, thoroughly, performing a special service ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just for Sehyun.

"You're good at this. Don't tell me you've been keeping a boyfriend I don't know about."

"...Slurp."

"Well, if you had, you wouldn't have ended up like this with me. Keep it up."

Kim Yerin desperately held back the urge to rush in. She wanted to service that cock... She wanted to please that superior male.

But doing so would ruin everything, and she didn't want to make her master sad. Someday, though, she would serve him... Perhaps together with her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠classmate.

"Haahp..."

Baek Hanyoung took the cock deep into her mouth. The massive chunk of meat filling her. The sensation ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of being completely stuffed made Hanyoung feel strangely dazed.

"Ghk! Ghk! Ghk-ghk!"

"Looks like you got stabbed in the throat? You need to be careful. Get too greedy and you'll get punished."

When the cock jabbed her uvula, Hanyoung's eyes welled with tears. But the effort was paying off. Sehyun felt his climax approaching from her devoted service.

I'd love to enjoy this a bit longer, but raising her submission comes first right now.

He lifted his hips slightly to ejaculate. And then...!

"Kh!"

Brrrrrrrt—! He unleashed an enormous amount of semen. Far more than expected — Baek Hanyoung was stunned.

W-what the hell is this?! He's so short, but the volume...!

Sure, his cock was huge. But that didn't mean there should be a causal relationship with the volume. At least, not according to Baek Hanyoung's common sense.

...What is this taste.

A dizzying flavor she'd never encountered before. Among all the foods she'd ever eaten, nothing came close.

It was sweet. But not like chocolate or candy. Just sweet, in a way that made her want to keep rolling it around on her tongue.

I don't want to swallow it...

She didn't want to swallow. She wanted to keep it in her mouth forever. But independently of that desire, the muscles of her throat twitched and sent Sehyun's fluid down into her stomach.

It all dropped into her stomach. Now her mouth was empty. A hollow silence lonely informed her of reality.

"Ah."

This was bad. She seemed to have gotten addicted to sucking cock.

That was what Baek Hanyoung thought.