Yujin's Training Begins (1)
In the bright light of midday at school, I trailed behind Yujin, who was tense as if we were shooting a spy thriller. I didn't love it, but I hid my body just enough too. Getting caught would screw me over just as much.
A secret affair with the school's idol, Yujin. Rumors would spread in less than a day.
Then the remaining three years would be spent with Yujin hounding me for the truth behind the incident, and if she cracked under their interrogation and spilled what happened last night, I'd be done for.
We reached the door to the Chairwoman's office. Unlike typical school chairwoman offices, this one took up an entire corner on the school's highest floor, finally out of sight from prying eyes.
Pretending it was an accident, I smacked the back of Yujin's ass with the back of my hand and said,
"Someone's coming. Hurry up and open the door."
"Eek! Where do you think you're—"
Yujin glared at me like she wanted to kill me, but she couldn't do more than that. Falling for my lie about someone approaching, she fumbled urgently for the key to the Chairwoman's office.
The key slid into the lock. The door opened. By then, footsteps really were climbing the stairs, so I wrapped an arm around the hesitating Yujin's shoulders and pulled her inside quick.
"Don't touch me!"
I ignored Yujin's hushed yell and took in the Chairwoman's office. Nostalgic vibes hit different now. Before regression, whenever I'd been summoned here, I'd been miserable thinking about the lecture from Chairwoman Yujeong.
Even though I'd been dragged here constantly, I'd never sat in the chair since I was always just standing there getting punished. So I strode over and sank into the plush leather seat.
Spreading my legs wide, my cock strained against my pants like it was about to burst free.
Yujin let out an "Eek!" and whipped her head to the right, raising her left hand to half-cover her face.
Pointless. She'd have to drop that hand soon, turn her head straight, and stare right at my cock.
"Quit pretending to be pure now and get on with it. School's out soon."
Yujin glared at me, but that was all she could do. She approached me naturally where I lounged in the head seat.
And without me ordering or forcing her, she knelt between my legs like it was second nature, bringing her face right up to my crotch.
Her face flushed a bit as she roughly yanked at my pants with clumsy hands.
"Ah— move it!"
Yujin snapped like I was in her way and should help, but I just fiddled with my phone like a husband who won't even lift his feet for his cleaning wife with the vacuum. No response.
No choice, Yujin clung to me like a horny wife desperate for her indifferent husband's attention, pulling at my pants aggressively from her side.
Her face, already heating up from the humiliation of it all, burned hotter. But glancing at the time constantly showed she was pressed, so she roughly tugged my pants down once they gave, then grabbed my underwear like she wanted to rip it off.
I let out a laugh. Ha.
If someone who didn't know saw Yujin now, they'd think she was some slut in heat pouncing on a guy who didn't want it.
"Whoa, whoa. Calm down. I get you're dying to suck my cock again, but still."
"...Tch, shut up."
Yujin froze at my mockery for a second, but then, determined not to get dragged into my pace like last night, ignored my expression and reached for my underwear again.
"Hold on... this is the same one from yesterday."
"Thanks to you, I had to go to the police station first thing this morning. No time to change."
"Filthy bastard..."
"Didn't know you'd remember the color of my underwear. Thanks. Appreciate the interest."
Yujin said nothing more. Just grimaced in disgust as she yanked my underwear down.
I'd been pressing my cock against my inner thigh, and as she pulled my underwear down, I lifted my hips just enough to spring it upward.
My cock slapped her chin hard. Yujin yelped "Kyaa!" and clutched her sore jaw, tumbling sideways.
I glanced between her splayed legs from the fall. Black stockings contrasting a white panty. More my taste than her flashy leopard-print ones—my cock stiffened more.
Sensing my gaze, Yujin snapped her legs shut and stood. Immediately glaring at me, she raised one arm high like she was about to slap me.
If I'd blocked or flinched, she'd have swung without hesitation.
But I sat there boldly, like go ahead, try it—think about what it'll cost you.
My cold attitude snapped her back to reality. She slowly lowered her raised arm. Then smoothed down her hiked-up skirt. Neatly closed her knees to block my view of her underwear again.
But her thick thighs in those black stockings pressing together and jiggling was just as stimulating as her panties. Pointless.
"Disgusting."
Yujin knelt before me again and spat it out. Classic her—not yielding an inch.
Her skirt made kneeling unavoidable, but hating even that, she kept shifting her posture, flashing her underwear, then kneeling properly again.
"Should've followed the school rules then."
I fiddled with my now-out phone, not even looking at her.
Yujin tugged her hiked skirt down, glaring daggers with narrowed eyes.
"What're you looking at?"
"Mobile game."
"Liar. You're filming me again..."
Ding, ding-dong, boom—effects sounds blared from my phone. Obviously pre-recorded, but yeah, I was filming her right then.
"You think I wanna stare at you or something?"
I leaned on the armrest, cheek on my hand, bored as hell.
"If you want attention that bad, I could look... maybe."
Then pretended to mash buttons, focusing on the "game."
"Fine!"
Fuming, Yujin bowed her head and slowly, hesitantly, grudgingly brought her face to my cock—face twisted in humiliation. Her lips pursed forward like she was about to kiss it.
I'd been acting indifferent, but I was just as turned on—my cock twitched in response, popping up toward her approaching lips.
It hit her nose before she was ready.
"Eek!"
Yujin clutched her face, head down, shooting me a tear-glazed glare full of loathing.
I stayed nonchalant.
"Over half of that's your hands and spit anyway. If it's gross, hate on the hands that jerked it off so much last night."
Fiddled with my phone again. Pop pop pop echoed in the office.
"Hurry up and suck. School's out soon. Don't care myself."
Yujin suddenly stood. I thought she'd finally slap me this time, but I was wrong.
She wiped her tears with her hand, shrugged off her uniform blazer, and tossed it on the desk. Then knelt before me again.
Proper posture now. Attitude like she was gonna do this right.
I recalled her sobbing screams from last night. And here she was, recovered in less than a day.
Proof my plan to fully break her and wring out a sincere apology was tougher than it looked.
But no way I'd show weakness in front of Yujin. I kept tapping my phone like I didn't give a shit.
Yujin placed both hands on her black-stockinged thighs, clenched her fists, locked eyes with me, and growled,
"Nine times now, right?"
"Yeah, nine."
"Keep your promise."
"I will."
"If you don't..."
Her voice dripped killing intent. I could guess what she'd do if I broke it.
Sue me even if the video spread? Nah, probably grab a knife and come stab me dead.
Her eyes screamed exactly that—the same glare I'd seen in the mirror in solitary after my guilty verdict.
Yujin swung her right arm. Knowing her resolve, I didn't tense—didn't think she was slapping me.
Like hurling a baseball, she gripped my cock hard—thwack!
It felt like it'd shatter as she squeezed, same as yesterday. But her index and thumb on the shaft delicately teased my glans.
Hard to believe this was only her second time—just handjob and forced blowjob last night. Pro-level skill.
"Get ready. Your pervert cock's gonna die now."
She jerked me fast—shlick shlick—then suddenly opened wide and took me in. Unlike before, this time it was her own will.