Yujin's Conditioning Begins (3)
“Alright, let go of my hand!”
Yujin snapped irritably, shaking off my grip. But I had no intention of releasing her so easily. She couldn't escape these shackles until she cleared one final condition.
“Your expression.”
I poked her cheek with my finger again and said.
“Shut up!”
Yujin yelled, raising the arm I'd grabbed by the wrist high in the air—
……But then she smiled.
She must've realized she couldn't overpower me with brute force, so she flashed that fawning smile bitches give to males who own them. But it didn't last. She scowled again and shouted at me.
“There, happy?! Now let go!”
“Your voice.”
“What?”
“Fix your voice.”
“……Happy now?”
“Again.”
“……Happy now?”
“Expression too.”
She smiled.
“Good. Now start.”
With that clumsy, ass-kissing smile plastered on her face, Yujin chomped down on my cock. There was no technique worth calling it as much—just pure amateur sloppiness. But even that one change in her expression skyrocketed my satisfaction beyond anything before.
She noticed my cock twitching, unable to hold back, and smirked around it. This wasn't the fake whore grin you pay for; it was a genuine, innocent smile, like she was sharing her first love, her first time.
“Feels good?”
She asked, licking my glans.
It felt like she was mocking me on purpose, but as ridicule, it backfired. As coquetry? It hit way too hard.
“Huh? Feels good? Can't even talk?”
Yujin wedged my cock against her left cheek to make room for her tongue, then asked again.
I gritted my teeth. She'd spat out my cock, and now her right hand—which had been fondling my balls—was slyly gripping the shaft. My dick was already drenched in her spit, no lube needed.
She swung her arm like she wanted to rip it off. Without the saliva, the friction would've hurt like hell, but the slickness just made loud, wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds. No pain. My cock throbbed wildly with every stroke.
“Ngh, gonna cum.”
I could've held out longer, but dismissal time was closing in, so I decided to wrap it up. And today, Yujin wasn't the only enemy I had to deal with. There was one more—a tougher one. Better save my strength.
I brought my cock to her face. She remembered last night, how my spurting cum had defiled her face and clothes, and lunged for the tissues.
Like hell I'd let her.
I slammed her shoulders down, forcing her back to her knees. Then I gripped my cock and finished what we'd started.
Even for a first-timer like her from last night, she couldn't miss what was coming with my throbbing dick and my thighs bulging with veins from the strain.
“Let go, let go, let go! Get it away, get it away—keep that thing off my face, you fucking dog!”
Her smirk twisted to panic, then horror. We weren't lovers; no need to spare her. I just had to dump my lust on her.
“Cumming. Take it.”
In that split second before I erupted, Yujin shot me a desperate, pleading look, glanced at the clock ticking down to dismissal overhead, then steeled herself.
She squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth.
Ahh.
My cock slid in. Her tongue blocked my glans like a shield.
I was right on the edge but desperately held back, stretching my right foot between her legs. My toes dug into her thighs, touching her pussy. For her slender frame, it was surprisingly plump. Fat gathered exactly where it should for tits, ass, and cunt—a body optimized for breeding, a slutty bitch in heat.
“Mmph! Mmmph!”
She screamed like where the fuck are you touching, like she'd bite my cock off right then—but I saw through the bluff instantly. Yujin, who treasured her reputation above all, wouldn't dare make a scene in a school full of classes in session.
As she spat out my cock and tried to stand, I shot a little into her mouth. Worried it'd spill and stain her if she pulled away, she sucked it back in.
I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and crushed her toward my hips. My right toes kept prodding her pussy; my left leg hooked up in a triangle choke around her neck.
Using both arms and one leg, I forced her to swallow to the hilt. I smashed past her tongue-shield, ramming into her throat.
Then I unloaded everything filthy I'd pent up inside her.
“Guhk… gurok… grrrk.”
Her retching and sobs leaked out. On her knees, hands braced on the floor, head bowed and tears streaming, Yujin suddenly bolted up.
I thought she was lunging at me—nope. She ran to the trash can, hugged it, and puked up what filled her mouth.
I'd considered forcing her to swallow, but oh well. That play could wait.
Slowly. I had to gnaw away at her bit by bit. Break her without shattering, corrupt her while she was still her, make her submit and apologize from the heart—not a broken mind. Only then could my past be avenged.
I walked over to her, pants still down. Her profile—panting, lips smeared with my cum—was lewder than any porn I'd ever seen. My cock hardened again in seconds.
“Hik!”
She'd just caught her breath and glanced over, freezing in terror at my upright dick. I said nothing, just tore off some tissue, wiped the cum from her lips, then cleaned my cock of her spit and tossed it in the trash.
Unable to read my gentle touch, she looked puzzled up at me, then dropped her gaze and heaved for air.
I suppressed the urge to rip into those heaving tits and reached for the door. I crammed two squares of tissue into the lock. Then, pulling up my underwear and pants, I smirked at her.
“What, you expecting more? I'm busy too.”
Yujin wiped her lips with the back of her hand, shot to her feet like she'd never shown weakness, shoved my shoulder hard as if to say get lost, and yelled.
“Satisfied now, you bastard?! That's eight times!”
“Whoa, whoa. Quiet down. The kids in class might hear us lovebirds.”
“L-Lovebirds? Who the fuck would with a piece of shit like—”
I shrugged.
“I'll head out first. Don't want people thinking we're dating.”
“Bastard, bastard, fucking bastard… knowing your place…”
I opened the door. Stuck my face and hand out, twisted the outer handle.
Good. It wouldn't turn easily.
And even if she'd locked it properly, I had other ways in. No risk of the plan going off the rails.
“See you tomorrow at school then.”
“Don't say disgusting shit—who said I'd do it at school again…!”
“Your place then?”
“……”
“Mine if you hate that?”
Every option horrified her into paralysis. I left her there and slipped out of the Chairwoman's office. Feeling her glare on my back, I hurried to the men's bathroom. Burst in but didn't go to the urinals. Leaned against the glass door, peering out.
A moment later, Yujin—blouse back on—crossed her arms, shivering slightly, scanning her surroundings like a carnivore clumsily mimicking prey, then headed downstairs.
I bolted out, raced to the office, flung the door open.
But it didn't—
Click!
Whew. It did.
I stepped in, kicked the door shut behind me. Picked up the fallen tissue from the lock and tossed it in the trash, then approached the Chairwoman's chair.
Dismissal was imminent. Before regression, I'd never skipped school unless court demanded it. The more people ignored me, branded me a rapist, the harder I tried to prove my innocence. But now I knew: it was all pointless.
I sank into the Chairwoman's chair. Plush leather—the chairman special. Worlds beyond the hard wooden desk chair I'd endured. My back naturally reclined.
Right on cue, the school bell rang ding-dong-dang. Still seated, I pushed off with my feet, spinning toward the window. Nudged the curtain aside with my toe.
There they were: innocent faces, oblivious to what had gone down right above their heads while they studied diligently, streaming out for dismissal.
Spotting Yujin and her crew amid the crowd was easy. A unique aura wrapped them, like they existed apart from the world—special.
Not just me—everyone watched Minhui, Jiyeong, and Sua crossing the field, Yujin chasing after.
She caught up, reforming their unbreakable quartet. Everyone watching Yujin smiled fondly.
Not everyone.
I stood, leaned on the huge window, glaring at Yujin—chatting brightly with her friends, all traces of before erased, beaming innocently.
The urge surged to show this school—everyone here—what I'd captured moments ago:
The servile bitch-smile fawning over a male. The coquettish voice. Eyes brimming with tears, mouth stuffed with cum.
The idol basking in their adoration now—her true face. But not yet.
I sat back down. Time for a breather. Tonight, I'd face a tougher foe: her mom, the Chairwoman Yujeong.
Yujin's massive tits and ass flickered in my mind. The bitch who'd passed down those assets. This wouldn't be easy.