Infiltration (Exorcist Kwon Dahye - Classroom Public Molestation♥ Creampie Overload♥) (2)
The next day and the day after that, Exorcist Kwon Dahye spent her time in eerie peace. It was because Han Igyeol had left, saying he had something to take care of, and hadn't returned. During those two days, Dahye desperately searched for any way to turn the tables on her predicament. But every attempt crumbled into futility. Whenever she tried to call for outside help, her throat would seize up like it was frozen solid, silencing her voice. Any other method she attempted met the same fate. Every time she tried to form a plan, her will to resist melted away like a snowflake in midsummer, vanishing without a trace.
Just like that, two days slipped by with no means or method to escape her situation. During that time, her friend Jiyun didn't mention that man even once. It was as if nothing had happened from the start. When they attended classes together and chatted about everyday things, Jiyun was so utterly normal that Dahye even started to wonder if those two days of being toyed with by him had all been a dream.
…
As if to prove that those events were no dream, he appeared without warning. The man revealed himself again on the morning of the third day. The feeling when the locked door swung open on its own as she was getting ready for school, and he strode brazenly into her room—it was the worst sensation imaginable, beyond words.
* * *
"So, the core of this theory is…"
The professor's dry voice droned through the lecture hall for their major subject. Normally, Dahye would have taken meticulous notes, but right now, not a single word made it into her head.
"Exorcist? Your hand's stopped. You okay? Shouldn't you be taking notes? Isn't this an important class?"
That irritating voice came from right beside her. So close his breath tickled her ear. The worst. Absolutely the worst.
For now, she did as he said and jotted something down. The sluggish clacking of keys on her laptop echoed faintly, but her hands froze on the keyboard soon after. As he'd already said, the lecture content wasn't sticking in her mind. It had no chance of doing so.
In the back row of the tiered lecture hall, Igyeol sat naturally blended among the dozens of students, pretending to be just another attendee. And one of his hands had slipped inside Dahye's pants, rubbing her pussy.
Is doing this shit fun for you? What a sick bastard. Trash.
It was a morning class, but since it was a major subject, the hall was packed. What if someone saw? Unlike Dahye's anxious heart, the man's hand delving under her clothes was leisurely and relentless. Even in this situation, her pussy was soaking wet and sticky…
"I'm gonna rub a little harder now. Be careful not to make a sound, okay?"
"…! Don't—"
Before she could finish with "don't," her sensitive clit was rubbed hard, just as warned.
"…! ……!!"
Dahye hurriedly clamped both hands over her mouth, her shoulders trembling violently. She barely managed to stifle the scream. Fortunately, no one turned around, sensing anything off. Maybe they were too embarrassed by the atmosphere to acknowledge it. If so, that was truly horrifying.
"Your hand stopped again. It's your major, right? Focus on the class."
Demon of a man. Amid her rage making her vision blur, Dahye harbored murderous intent. But this was a classroom. She couldn't cause a scene. Resisting him would have to wait until after class, when they left this room… when they were alone.
…Something's off.
It was strange. Undeniably so. That unease grew sharper as time passed. The class continued peacefully, while Kwon Dahye was helplessly toyed with by Igyeol's hand in the back row.
At first, Igyeol kept it to slipping his hand under her pants or boldly groping her breasts over her clothes. Sometimes he'd steal a kiss while dodging the professor's gaze or shove his tongue into her ear. Yet the surrounding students showed zero reaction. Dahye figured it was because they were in the back row and she was desperately suppressing her responses. It was also true that few students bothered looking around in a quiet classroom. She recalled seeing a couple in the corner getting intimate before, but everyone had pretended not to notice. She chalked it up to that kind of indifference.
But it didn't take long to realize she was wrong.
"Ngh… Ah… Stop… You bastard… Urk…♡"
"Quiet during class, Exorcist. Everyone's gonna see how slutty you look."
Dahye had already devolved into a sight unfit for a lecture hall. Her pants and panties were yanked down to her thighs, her shirt rolled up to fully expose her luscious breasts. She was perched on Igyeol's lap like that, legs splayed wide so her dripping, sticky pussy was on blatant display. Igyeol was roughly fingering that lewd hole with thick digits.
Every time he flicked her swollen nipples or crushed her clit, Dahye twitched and let out coquettish moans she couldn't hold back. And yet, not a single student turned around despite the obvious display. The professor up front droned on blankly, oblivious.
"What… the hell did you… do…♡"
"Beats me. More importantly, focus on class, yeah? You haven't taken a single note."
Bullshit. Whether she took notes or not meant nothing. Even if she screamed right here, no one in the lecture hall would glance their way. It was like this back corner existed in a completely isolated pocket dimension from the rest of the world.
Dahye realized this just moments ago. She'd let out a sharp moan from his blatant fingering, but even the student right in front hadn't stirred. That's when the weirdness hit her, and as Igyeol pulled her close and started stripping her, her suspicion turned to certainty.
He was a hypnotist. She and her friend had been hypnotized, rendered unable to resist him. And probably everyone in this lecture hall too—including the professor and all the students. They'd been hypnotized so no matter what he did to her, they wouldn't notice.
Realizing that sent chills down her spine.
I didn't notice at all. No clue when or how he did it!
There were yokai and demons with hypnosis or mental powers. But if they'd caused this, she—as an exorcist with spiritual senses—would have detected it. Yet she hadn't sensed Igyeol's at all. Couldn't have.
No idea what he'd done or when he'd ensnared them…
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—
"Ah, aaa…! Cumming… Gonna cum, cumming, going crazy… Nooo…!"
"Told you to stay quiet… Eh, whatever."
The man's fingers ravaged her pussy depths roughly while his other hand twisted her hypersensitive nipple relentlessly. Overwhelmed by the dual assault from above and below, Dahye couldn't hold out. She climaxed while kissing Igyeol. In a massive lecture hall full of her classmates, she'd lost control spectacularly.
And still, not one person turned to look.
…
It was a major subject, so even to my untrained ears, the lecture sounded boring as hell. But I didn't have a moment to be bored—too busy playing with the exorcist. Her desperately muffling moans to avoid detection were hot, but her shocked betrayal upon realizing the truth was pretty great too.
Now I'd propped the exorcist against the back wall of the lecture hall and was thrusting straight into her with my cock. A naked college girl braced against the wall for sex, and still, no one in the hall noticed a thing.
Aah… Ah… Ngh…
"Feels good? You look like you're loving it, Exorcist."
"Nngh… No way… That's not…♡"
"Your pussy's clenching like it wants it, though."
I ground my cock deep against her weak spot inside. Her hips bucked wildly in response.
Now that she wasn't holding back her voice anymore, I pounded her pussy more aggressively. Soon, that blissful urge to cum welled up.
"Here it comes…! Gonna blow… Nice…!"
"Ngh, no… Please, not inside… Don't cum inside…"
"Says the girl whose pussy's squeezing like it wants my load. You popped a pill, right? Relax."
And moments later, just as promised, I flooded her depths. I slammed my hips flush against her ass, squeezing out every last drop.
Not enough.
The creampie felt great, but I still craved more. One more round might be pushing it time-wise, though. Class could end any minute, and other students coming in would be a problem.
"But you're still hungry for it too, right, Exorcist?"
"No… Hate it… Stop…"
"We'll finish in the bathroom or something. You weren't focusing on class anyway."
"No… I said no…"
Of course, the exorcist had no say. I grabbed our stuff, threw her clothes on haphazardly, and led her out of the lecture hall mid-class like it was nothing.
* * *
I'll make time later.
Hard to even catch a glimpse of her face. My little sister.
Detective Kwon Jihyun checked the message from her sister and pocketed her smartphone. Her dongsaeng was still swamped, it seemed. She had something she wanted to ask her about specifically, but even before that, she just wanted to see how she was doing in person.
I had that weird dream.
A few days ago, she'd had an unsettling dream. A pitch-black ink cloud like it was poured over Dahye's head slowly descending, strangling her breath—an ominous vision. But the messages showed nothing unusual; they were the same as always.
Jihyun massaged her temples, reassuring herself. Must've been fatigue-induced nonsense. Right now, she needed to focus on the case at hand over personal worries.
The investigation into the mysterious woman, Kang Rita, whom she'd been tailing lately, had been handed off to a colleague. She'd lost her during the stakeout again this time, but it wasn't a total bust. She'd learned the target's name was Kang Rita during this tail. Detailed background info would come soon enough.
Part of the task force was combing nearby CCTV along her predicted routes to uncover her motives and backers. Unfortunately, upper brass had pulled Jihyun for another assignment mid-chase, but she'd entrusted it to a reliable, diligent teammate, so good results were sure to follow.
Jihyun gathered her stack of documents and stood from her desk. Outside the window, the sky was darkening, just like the clouds in her dream.