Suspicious Club (Exorcist Kwon Dahye, Teacher Seo Eunha - Sow TA Sex♥ Pounding the Cocky Nerd Pussy♥) (1) (*Anal Caution*)
The lingering aftershocks of last night's frenzy hadn't even faded yet, but early that morning, Dahye was already being led out of the house by Igyeol's hand. It was to meet the contact at Hyeokji University he'd mentioned yesterday.
Dahye walked gingerly, every corner of her body aching with stiffness, a subtle foreign sensation brushing between her thighs. But Igyeol seemed utterly oblivious to her predicament, casually making a call to confirm the meeting spot with a perfectly composed face.
"Oh, I see it. Hanging up now."
They'd arrived at a café near Hwang-eol University. It was early enough that it wasn't crowded, but not deserted either—just that awkward in-between vibe hanging in the air.
Seo Eunha, seated by the window, spotted Igyeol and rose with a strangely flushed expression.
"Long time no see, Igyeol... ssi♡"
She'd almost slipped into her usual "nim" honorific but caught herself, remembering they were in public, and quickly corrected it.
Igyeol approached the welcoming woman and naturally pressed his lips to hers. As they kissed, one hand boldly kneaded her breast, groping her body without restraint.
Dahye could only watch the steamy display in stunned disbelief.
"This is a public place, you know...?"
And it wasn't even empty. If not for the plants and decorations providing some cover, they surely would've drawn glares from the staff.
Eunha was a graduate of Hyeokji University. Even years after leaving, she maintained a wide network inside and outside the school. Especially sociable, she knew quite a few students at neighboring Hwang-eol University too.
Are they lovers? This guy's?
The two looked incredibly intimate once seated. Eunha's gaze on Igyeol brimmed with deep affection and trust that even another woman couldn't miss.
But Dahye soon realized it was a misunderstanding. No hard proof, but deep in Eunha's eyes, she spotted the same kind of 'void' she'd seen in herself or her friend Jiyoon.
She was just another slave under hypnosis.
She's so pretty—how'd she end up in this guy's clutches?
Anger toward Igyeol surged as Eunha nuzzled her cheek against his hand with genuine bliss, like a puppy reunited with its owner.
"I'm sorry I couldn't meet you personally last time you were at Hyeokji."
"No helping it. You were at a training seminar, right? I got help from Yeonji instead, so it's fine. Anyway, is this the right spot for the person you called?"
Eunha nodded yes. Moments later, someone approached their table. One was a refreshingly beautiful woman with a cool vibe, dragging along a fresh-faced college freshman who looked straight out of high school.
"Eunha unnie, long time no see. Here's that kid I told you about."
"Um... hi..."
Both were Hwang-eol University students. The long-haired beauty was a senior on the verge of graduating, an acquaintance from Eunha's student days. Only a year apart in enrollment, but multiple leaves of absence kept her in school.
And the innocent one she'd brought was the problem child in question.
Dahye frowned at the sight of her, then poked Igyeol's arm.
"Mister."
"......"
"Mister, hey."
"......"
"...Oppa Igyeol."
"Yeah, cute Dahye-yang? What's up?"
Igyeol's lips curled up like he'd been waiting. The guy was infuriating, one annoyance at a time.
They'd agreed on the honorific beforehand—unilaterally imposed on her, sure. Did he really crave being called "oppa" that badly? No clue how old he was, but it made her skin crawl just thinking about it.
Still, no point wasting time on petty name games. Fine. She was the adult here; she'd let it slide.
"This kid's 'tagged'."
"Yeah, 'she's tagged'."
Eunha and the two students blinked in confusion, not grasping the exchange.
Instead of explaining, Dahye pulled a detection talisman from her pocket. Infusing it with a sliver of spiritual energy, the white paper instantly blackened like spilled ink.
Jackpot. The innocent freshman had a spell on her.
......
Kwon Dahye sensed yokai presence on the freshman—not that she was one, but traces of a yokai's spell.
She'd been tracking students linked to the incident so far, but most had dropped out or gone incommunicado. The department contact Dahye mentioned before had detected yokai energy residue, but it was too meticulously concealed to uncover much. Only someone of Dahye's caliber as an exorcist would've noticed at all.
Oh, and that contact was currently "traveling." No one around knew where—not even family.
But this kid's got clear yokai energy. It's concealed, but sloppily compared to before. Why?
"She's my roommate right now. Lately she's been acting weird, then a few days ago she suddenly packed her bags. Said she was going traveling, but no destination, no passport! Kept repeating 'travel' no matter what I asked."
The senior glanced worriedly at her roommate and continued. Luckily, Dahye's friend talked her out of the trip, but lately she'd been trying to drag her to some weird "club."
"Said the people she was traveling with were there, insisted on introducing me. I almost went to get some answers, but it felt creepy—bad vibes—so I bailed."
"It's all girls in the club, sunbae. Totally not suspicious~."
The freshman's reply was cheery, but her eyes were lifeless.
The senior had been agonizing over what to do when Eunha—old acquaintance—reached out. The story matched this situation eerily, so she'd brought the kid here.
That was the gist from the senior. Trying to hear from the freshman herself yielded rambling nonsense—gaps in memory, contradictions she didn't even notice mid-sentence. Not that she couldn't speak; she was lost in her own confusion.
Even asking about the travel destination got, "I dunno... but it's a good place..."
No direct statement from her, but plenty harvested. A crystal-clear keyword emerged from their tales.
"That club sounds super suspicious, right?"
Igyeol and Eunha nodded in agreement with Dahye's hunch.
Finally, the tail of the shadow lurking in the dark was in sight. Next target locked.
* * *
The café meet wrapped up. Before parting, Dahye introduced the freshman to a skilled curse-breaker she knew. As an exorcist herself, she wasn't confident lifting spells on others.
Igyeol, watching, handed the freshman his business card too—with a curt "call if issues arise."
They had solid leads for the investigation. Keep pulling the thread, and they'd reach the culprit soon.
Motivation surged in Dahye. Fuel it and solve this fast.
But brakes slammed on her drive.
Squelp squelp squelp squelp—
Urk... oh, urk... hooook...!
"Ahh, exorcist pussy tastes so good. Way tighter and chewier than Eunha's—perfect for grinding away. Feels good for you too, right, exorcist? Then say 'thank you' like a good girl. C'mon, say it. Now."
Dahye was back in Eunha's one-room with Igyeol and her. No sooner had they entered than clothes were stripped—no shower, straight to ruthless violation.
As always, Dahye couldn't resist him at all.
Igyeol paused mid-thrust in her pussy, half-pulling out and glancing back.
"Eunha, lick."
"Yes, Igyeol-nim."
Eunha accepted the order with eager delight, glomming onto his ass and lapping at his filthy spots. No disgust on her face—just faint ecstasy gleaming through mechanical obedience.
Igyeol savored Dahye's pussy with his cock inside while enjoying Eunha's rimjob. Instead of thrusting, he gripped her chin for a deep, sloppy kiss. Her lips parted against her will, tongue entwining stickily with his invading one. Hot breath washed over her up close, saliva-mixing squelches ringing in her ears.
He finally pulled away after a bit.
"...Ugh... you trashy pervert mister...! We gotta investigate now... what the hell...!"
"Huh? Let's take it slow. Gotta rest sometime. Been hustling around campuses all day."
True to his word, post-café they'd scoured Hwang-eol campus. It wasn't huge, so even thorough checks wrapped by early afternoon.
"Investigations advanced thanks to me. Don't be so uptight."
"I... could've... figured it out alone... eventually..."
"Yeah? But exorcist, you got no friends. Could you really investigate this efficiently solo?"
"......!"
Dahye shut up, pierced dead-on. Hated admitting it, but he was right.
"Fine, say you would've eventually. Still, I'm speeding things up way faster. Factor that in and forgive a little detour."
Igyeol beckoned lightly; Eunha detached. His halted pistoning resumed.
Lying ceilingward, Dahye was now beast-like on all fours, relentlessly raped.
Deeper than before, the rod probed every corner; staying sane was a struggle.
Body... eek... gut... too sensitive...♡♡♡ No♡♡
No drug this time, yet her body burned unnaturally hot, pussy hypersensitive. Even tiny stimuli nearly broke her.
Eunha kneaded Dahye's jiggling tits beside them; Igyeol ramped up ferociously in sync.
Dahye's mind flashed white.
Squelp squelpsquelp squelpsquelp... As the pussy-stabbing peaked, Igyeol gripped her waist tight.
Spurt spurt spurt spuuuurt—
Finally, Igyeol's cum flooded deep in her depths. Dahye, cock-toilet that she was, meekly accepted the hot, thick load into pussy and womb...