#3 - Infirmary, Tits and Pussy Every Nook and Cranny (Teacher Seo Eunha - Naked Hypnosis Q&A, Virgin Caressing, Sticky Pussy Juice♥) (1)
So far, so good. I'd sent Teacher Seo Eunha to the infirmary first, then hung back to quickly clean up the bathroom mess. I couldn't leave any trace that I'd been there. If anyone found out I'd snuck in, I'd be in deep shit.
I wrapped up the basics in under ten minutes and headed to the infirmary myself, a bit late. The infirmary should normally be locked after school, but I'd rigged the door to stay open today. No surprises—luckily. The door was ajar, and inside stood Seo Eunha, the one I'd sent ahead, staring blankly at it.
"Been waiting~?"
No response. Looking closer, her eyes were vacant, like her soul had slipped right out. I left her like that for a moment and treated my hand wound first. Rifled through the infirmary drawers for antiseptic and gauze. The cut wasn't deep—it was self-inflicted anyway. Once patched up, I led her to the inner bed.
She didn't resist at all. Still doll-like, soul gone.
...
It had been two weeks since I started tailing Teacher Seo Eunha. I'd only popped into the office occasionally; otherwise, I tracked her from morning till night. As I'd sensed on day one, she was guarded and sensitive. A hint of distrust toward men, too—which made sense after that recent creepy incident.
I'd had chances to approach, but they fizzled. Disguised as a convenience store clerk or cafe patron, she'd avoid eye contact unnaturally or show clear wariness. Couldn't make a move. A bit of a hassle all around, but investing time paid off.
Shh, shh— I stripped the blank, doll-like Seo Eunha layer by layer. Off with the damp shirt, the skirt. While at it, the stockings too.
Finally, the pale pink panties underneath. Now she was fully naked, perched on the bed's edge.
Hoo~ Exactly my type...
I'd targeted her purely for her looks. Her face was great, but her overall build screamed "gorgeous naked." And she exceeded expectations. No sag on those D-cup tits, a taut waist without an ounce of flab, hips promising a juicy feel—perfection.
I cupped one breast lightly, kneading slowly. Soft fullness overflowing my palm. Warm, maternal heft. Profile said D-cup, but no way—this was E. Asked her directly; she'd hit E half a year ago. What the hell's with that profile?
Couldn't just fondle tits forever. I inspected every inch, committing her body to memory. Still drool-worthy. Her grooming was decent overall, but her bush was unkempt. No boyfriend, probably. That contrast was cute—I stroked it several times.
Fun's fun, but time for business. Clock's ticking.
"Alright, Eunha, listen up. I'm gonna say the incantation. Repeat it, and you'll wake from the dream. Nothing weird here. You're naked right now, but that's normal. There's a guy in front of you you've never met, but he's trustworthy—relax. Everything's fine. Nothing strange. Calm down, you're safe. Okay—open sesame."
Whispered in her ear, her eyelids fluttered. After a beat, light returned to her eyes. Consciousness trickling back, she scanned around with puzzled curiosity.
Seo Eunha had been having a strange dream. Something incredibly embarrassing, though details blurred. In it, some guy stripped her naked. Judged her body head to toe. Kneaded her breasts. Light kisses, then every nook and cranny—even spots she never wanted seen—fully exposed.
Yeah, something like that.
Then a whisper in her ear pulled her from the dream, like surfacing from sleep. She came to.
...Huh? Where... am I...?
She blinked around blankly. Familiar surroundings. The infirmary. She remembered heading here last. Sitting on the bed. Clothes gone, fully naked. Tits, pussy—all out. But being naked wasn't weird. No need to cover.
A man sat before her. Seeing him jogged her memory of events.
Right. She'd helped him in the bathroom after he got hurt...
"Teacher Seo Eunha? You okay?"
"Y-yes? Oh, yes. Of course... Um... what was I doing...?"
"Nothing much. After I treated my wound with your help, we were just chatting. Right, Teacher Seo Eunha?"
Yeah. That sounded right. The guy in front of her—the janitor who'd helped her. His bleeding hand had brought them here, and they'd been making small talk. His hand was already bandaged. Treatment done. Small talk... what about, though?
"So, shall we pick up where we left off? I've got tons of questions for you, Eunha. Answer them."
"...Pardon? Oh, sure... go ahead."
The man smiled naturally, firing off questions. Basics first: name, nicknames, hometown, school, friends. Then boyfriend status, ideal type, how she handled urges.
She answered. Had to—his questions demanded it. Some felt odd, embarrassing, but no discomfort. Talking to him felt easy, trustworthy. Closer than old friends. No big deal sharing.
"No boyfriends ever. Got confessions in school and as a teacher, but... they all seemed sleazy."
"Libido's average...? Scared of dating guys now, though..."
"Masturbation... usually every two weeks? Sometimes weekly... but after that incident, impulsive urges hit sometimes... not sure exactly... stress, maybe."
"Prefer edge play... bed corners, chair, desk... grinding hard... more stories than pics or vids—erotic tales online, imagining from memories..."
She answered everything. If he asked for bank details and PIN, she'd spill. He even asked common passwords—same as her bank's, so effectively handed over.
"Great. Thanks for answering, Teacher Eunha."
"No more questions?"
"That's plenty. I'll ask later if I think of more. Sharing so much makes me feel super close to you. You too?"
Yeah. Incredibly close. First time revealing this much. Only possible with someone dear.
"We're this close now, so touching freely's fine, right?"
Yeah. This close, touching's okay. She nodded permission.
...
Eunha faced the man, both naked now. She'd been bare anyway; he'd stripped too. Her hand stroked his towering cock from the groin. First real one—fascinating.
He kneaded her tits from the front. Big hands working them felt novel, thrilling.
"What do you think of my cock, Teacher Eunha?"
"Uh... it's... really hard, big, hot... weird shape..."
"Yeah. Feel free to touch properly. Up close even."
She didn't refuse. Hands grew bolder: stroking the shaft, fiddling the distinct glans...
Men's dicks are like this... huh.
First time seeing, touching one.
Like her curious exploration of his cock, I freely groped her: cheeks, face, oversized tits, belly, spreading legs for her secret slit...
Feels like that dream...
Yet her pussy started oozing sticky nectar amid the shame.
I shoved her onto the bed. Inspected her soaked pussy up close. Face burned.
"You're wet, Teacher Eunha."
"S-stop... don't look...! Embarrassing..."
"We're close now. Show as much as you want."
"True..."
His words rang right. No shame showing. She spread her legs wide herself, displaying fully. He scooped her juices on fingers, licked them. Sucked her clit—nearly screamed.
He obsessed over her pussy: touching, licking, stroking, staring. It drenched more than ever, throbbing painfully.
Then that thick, hard, dark-red cock she'd fondled pressed near her soaked folds.