Yujin's Training Begins (2)
Yujin was still defiant, and she wouldn't hesitate to kill me if she got the chance, but this was definitely good news.
We were inside the Chairwoman's Office, with students milling about outside in the school, so I didn't worry she'd bite my dick off. But I couldn't keep pretending to play a mobile game anymore.
I set my phone down at an angle on the table next to the chair. It wouldn't capture her face properly like I'd planned—just her voice and a bit of her chest from the side—but there was no helping it now. I had to focus every ounce of willpower on not cumming right away.
Luckily, unlike her hands, she was still clumsy with her mouth.
Suck a guy's dick, men like it, that's a blowjob. That seemed to be the extent of Yujin's sexual knowledge. She just knelt between my legs with her head buried there, my cock in her mouth, sitting perfectly still.
Even that felt like she hated it—she kept her tongue pressed flat against the roof of her mouth—so all I felt was her hot breath and the wet warmth inside, no other stimulation. I could hold out for now.
"Do it right. You don't plan on taking hours like yesterday, do you? I'm busy too. I don't have time to deal with a bitch like you."
I prodded her subtly. She was busy too—school would be out soon, and she'd have to head off with her friends. She glanced up at the clock on the wall with just her eyes, my cock still in her mouth, then instinctively started shaking her head ever so slightly.
But it was a mess. She still hated letting her tongue touch it, so instead of soft tongue or smooth palate, her sharp canines just grazed my glans now and then.
That was a relief for me. If she'd started using her tongue properly, even with my iron will, I would've reacted.
"I said do it right. Time's ticking, Yujin. School's almost out."
I started mocking her outright. She reacted by sucking harder or lifting her hands from her black-stockinged thighs to grab my balls—humiliating stuff—but her grip was too rough, painful instead of pleasurable.
I checked the time until dismissal and mocked her again. Then Yujin spat out my cock with a "ptui!" and hocked the saliva pooled in her mouth onto the floor.
She stood up, looking around for something. I leaned forward, admiring her thick ass as she bent down for some tissues, and said,
"You'll have to suck it again anyway. No point, right?"
Yujin, meticulously wiping the spit from her mouth, got pissed. She spun around and threw the tissue at me. But the flimsy thing fluttered harmlessly, nowhere near reaching me. Even a baseball player couldn't throw it that far.
It didn't even get close—landed right by her legs. Embarrassed, or maybe not wanting to leave evidence we'd been here, she bent down again to pick it up.
I enjoyed the view of her cleavage, still perky despite gravity, and opened my mouth.
"So, what do you want me to do?"
No, I was about to speak—but Yujin beat me to it, standing straight and demanding an answer.
Hard to believe this was the girl who'd just had my cock in her mouth. Full of initiative, like she was taking charge. Not a good sign for me. It meant her mental fortitude was tougher than I'd thought.
I needed to break her fast, so I could tackle the rest of those three demons without worrying about her stabbing me in the back. Getting stuck now would be trouble.
But violence would backfire. In an hour, she'd meet up with those bitches, and I couldn't leave marks they'd notice.
"Fine, I'll tell you."
So I gave her what she wanted. If she was digging in her heels, I'd start at the soft edges.
She tossed the crumpled tissue in the trash and approached me again.
I glanced at the bin. That worthless spit-soaked tissue—if I sold it to someone who knew who Yujin was, I'd get at least 100,000 won... no, double that easy. And the videos I'd record from now on? Twenty times that at least. Even her byproducts were worth a fortune. And yet here she was, kneeling to suck my dick again.
The guy she'd picked a fight with today, who ran off after getting smacked down—he couldn't even imagine this scene. The superiority rush from that hit harder than her clumsy hands or mouth.
"What?"
As I stared down silently, Yujin snapped, irritation plain.
"Nothing. Just... pretty face you've got."
"What the hell?"
She recoiled like it was some disgusting joke. But even in her revolted tone, I caught her pride, her vanity.
Instinct, probably. Just like men flex muscles to show off masculinity, women flaunt beauty and curves for femininity. Yujin, future idol with her exhibitionist, slutty streak, had it stronger than most—even here, my compliment seemed to please her.
Of course, I wasn't flattering her out of fondness. Objective beauty standards said her face was gorgeous, and my desire to defile it were two separate things entirely.
"Try it sweeter."
I endured the humiliation of praising her just long enough to build up to my real point.
"Pretend you're doing it for your boyfriend... ah, right. Minjun. Put some real feeling into it."
"Don't say gross shit— just cum already!"
"You'll never make me like that. Your call, though. I'm pretty romantic, see. Forced blowjobs from a girl who hates it every second? Not my thing."
"A rapist, romantic?"
She scoffed mockingly.
But the trigger I'd planted—"for Minjun"—hit home. Her eyes shifted, staring not at me, but my cock.
"Isn't pretending easier for you too?"
I phrased it like I was doing her a favor, nudging her change along.
"Not sucking the dick of the rapist you wanna kill. Minjun's dick."
I pushed my cock closer to her face. She turned away in disgust, naturally.
No effect? Wrong. Big effect.
Her crush on that Minjun bastard must include lust—Yujin's eyes glazed over instantly.
"Minjun...?"
Her voice turned husky too. Unaware of it herself.
"Yeah, Minjun. But don't call me that. Feel bad for the guy."
"W-who'd do that!"
Irritated, but she reached out, grabbed my cock, and took it back in her mouth. Up to there, same as before. But the details? Totally different.
The death-grip loosened. Enough for me to feel her soft palm through my shaft. And her tongue tip, which she'd avoided touching before out of hate, now teased my glans.
I hid my urge to cum and bluffed hard.
"What? I even taught you nicely, and nothing changed? More service, c'mon. Romantic."
Unable to take it anymore, she spat my cock out with a "ptui!" and glared. I reached for her face. She flinched, eyes squeezing shut, expecting a slap. I just wiped the drool from her chin and pulled back. No pain—she peeked open. I poked her lip corner with my finger.
"Expression."
She hesitated a moment...
Then—
smile.
A school in full session. Faint English recitation leaking through the thick door crack. The Chairwoman's Office, forbidden to students. Sunset glow through the windows. One man and woman inside.
Man seated in the chair. Woman on the floor. Legs spread wide. Kneeling, thighs squeezed tight. Man chuckling like it's hilarious. Woman shedding tears of humiliation but forcing a smile to please him.
"You fuckin' dog—"
"Voice."
"—shit... or oppa?"
"Creepy calling me oppa. We're the same age."
"Then Minjun?"
"Am I Minjun? Told you not to."
"What then?"
"My name."
"Don't know it."
"You do."
"...Sa-hyeok."
"Again."
"Sa-hyeok... like it?"
"More."
"...Sa-hyeok, you like me sucking your dick? Gonna cum?"
"Yeah, just like that."
I covered my eyes with my palm, threw my head back, and chuckled.
Ten years. Ten years fighting desperately in court, and I couldn't achieve this. I'd ditched the justice and truth I swore to protect—just one day ago—and already gained something bigger than anything those years won me.
This was it? She was this easy?
My laughter dragged on. Yujin sensed something off, face hardening as she tried to stand. I grabbed her wrist, yanked her down.
"What're you doing? Finish sucking."