The Young Professor's Desire (5)
“I’m not interested in your opinion. Today, you just need to be fucked exactly how I want to fuck you.”
Ignoring her protests, I began to thrust my hips again.
— Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
“Haa-hk. Hnng. Hnng. Haa-ah... It’s... it’s still so sensitive...”
As I resumed the fucking, her expression quickly turned dazed. I grabbed the back of the sofa, trapping her within my arms, and drove my cock in with brute force.
“Haa-hk... Ugh... Haa-ah... Haa-hk... Please... I’m dying... Ugh.”
I hooked her legs over my shoulders and pushed further, folding her body against the sofa until she couldn't move, then accelerated my pace.
“Hng... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Haa-hk...”
I didn't give her a moment to breathe, pounding into her like a madman until she was on the verge of losing her mind. Only then did I pause my hips and speak to her.
“Professor Song Eunchae, from today on, you’re my cunt-toy. A cock-case that I can come to whenever I want to shove my dick inside. How about that?”
“Haa-hk... Haa-hk... Haa-hk... A, a cunt-toy? Haa... How... could you...”
“Why? Do you hate it? If so, we can end it right here, right now.”
— Thwack... Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
I pressed down and pushed in once more...
“Ah... Hng... Haa-ng... Haa-hk... O, okay... I’ll do it... A, a cunt-toy...”
“That’s right. You’ve made a wise choice. To celebrate becoming my cunt-toy, I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll think you’re dying, so enjoy it.”
— Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
“Haa-hk. Haa-hk. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I’m... I’m coming... I’m... Hnnnggg...”
“A cunt-toy shouldn't be coming on her own. I’ll give you a punishment and make you keep coming. Ah! Or is that a reward?”
I continued to fuck her, over and over, while she was already in the throes of climax.
“Haa-hk... Haa-hk... I’m coming... again... and again... This is too much... I’m going to... go crazy and die...”
“I’m about to cum, so keep going a little more.”
— Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack... Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack.
— Gush... Gush... Splurt... Splurrrrt... Splurrrrrrrrt.
“Haa-ng... Haa-aaa-ng... Haa-nnng...”
After that insane session, I ejaculated deep inside her cunt once more. She shuddered violently from the continuous climaxes and briefly lost consciousness. It was the first time I’d ever made a woman faint from sex. My aunt had endured two days of this... but then again, I was a bit more aggressive today. It was the first time I’d pushed a woman this far. I’d gained the data that fucking her to this extent causes fainting, so it was a gain in its own right. I’d fulfilled her desire to be taken in a coercive and rough manner, and I’d acquired a useful cunt-toy—a satisfying conclusion for everyone.
I unfolded her body and pulled my cock out. As her consciousness slowly returned, she let out a faint moan.
“Hnnng... Haa... Haa... Did I faint?”
“Yes. Was it that good? Good enough to faint?”
“Haa... I really thought I was going to die.”
“You can’t die. You’re my first cunt-toy...”
“C, cunt-toy... Haa... Are you really going to treat me like a cunt-toy? Like an object?”
She asked with a sorrowful expression, her pride clearly wounded by the vulgar term.
“Then how do you want me to treat you? You have a boyfriend, so I doubt you want a romantic partner, and isn't it a bit much for a professor to become a ‘sex friend’ with a student?”
“Haa... I must be crazy, truly...”
“Wouldn't it be easier on your conscience to just think of it as being forced into this because I have leverage over you? It would make the guilt of betraying your boyfriend less, and it would resolve your pent-up sexual frustration as a bonus.”
“Now that you put it that way, I have no argument.”
“Whenever you want to stop being a cunt-toy, just refuse when I ask to use you. I won't force you.”
“Okay. Let’s do it. Your cunt-toy. I’ve tasted this pleasure now... how could I possibly refuse...”
She seemed resigned to her fate. I grabbed her chin with my index finger, fixed her with an intense gaze, and spoke as if brainwashing her.
“Since you’ve decided to do it, do it properly. When you’re with me, you’re not a professor, you’re nothing. You are to let go of everything and become a vulgar cunt-toy who chases only the pleasure I give you. Do you understand?”
“Yes! I will! Your vulgar cunt-toy! Haa...”
She answered as if spellbound, meeting my eyes. I gave her an order.
“Then you need to finish properly. Clean it up.”
I pointed to my cock, still wet from her cunt. She sat up and began to suck and lick my cock until it was clean.
Even until the very end, I didn't even take off her blouse; I used only her cunt. Just like a cunt-toy...
“Put your phone number in. And send me your lecture schedule.”
She entered her number into the phone I held out and handed it back. I dialed it, confirmed her phone was ringing, hung up, and notified her.
“I’ll contact you during your free time or after work. When you get a call, be prepared and wait as my cunt-toy. And use contraception. I always finish inside my cunt-toys.”
“Haa... Okay. I’ve never been treated like this in my life. It’s humiliating, but at the same time, I feel a sense of liberation, as if I’ve hit rock bottom. It’s... subtle.”
“They say that’s a common reaction among socially successful women. If it goes to the extreme, they develop a submissive tendency like my bitch.”
“I see. I don’t think I want to go that far.”
“Are you planning to marry your boyfriend?”
“Yes. We’re planning for this autumn. Why do you ask?”
She looked uncomfortable and guarded at the mention of her boyfriend.
“Just keep your relationship well. Don’t ruin it for useless reasons like guilt. As my cunt-toy, you only chase physical pleasure. Never mix in other emotions. My bitches belong to me, body and soul. That’s why I take responsibility for their lives as long as they are mine. But you are different.”
“Okay. I understand.”
“Then I’ll be going now. I’ll be in touch.”
“Yes.”
I finished our business and left the professor’s office.
You have devoured desire.
The third message window had appeared. And just like that, it vanished without a trace. By the third time, I was used to it and just headed home.
After Taejin left, she dragged her exhausted body to tidy up the ruined sofa and the surrounding area, then collapsed back onto it. Thinking back, it felt as if she had been possessed by a ghost.
‘Kang Taejin.’
A man who had only just turned twenty. It was hard to believe he had been a high school student until recently. She had been overwhelmed by the atmosphere he exuded, and she, fifteen years his senior and a professor at that, had been swayed by him like a reed in the wind. The wild beauty coming from his tall, solid physique, his piercing gaze, and the intense charisma radiating from his entire body had stripped her of the will to resist.
Flustered by the fact that he had caught her pe