Freshman: Johan 33
My mind was in a total fog. It felt like my body was submerged in warm water. As if I were still trapped in a dream. Every sensation across my skin felt utterly unnatural.
What the hell had happened?
I recalled the last moments before blacking out. I'd definitely drunk the coffee Bernehardt gave me…
'No way… was there a sleeping pill in the coffee?'
Splash! Splash!
My eardrums picked up a stimulating sound. It was irritating yet strangely familiar. The noise came with a subtle sense of something solid pressing from below.
This sensation was familiar too. Something was pistoning back and forth above my waist. It reminded me of Yeonji's sticky, perfect pussy—thanks to her Material Conversion ability, she'd trained her entire body to perfection, making even her pussy feel like writhing, chewy muscle. Delicious.
'No fucking way…?'
I forced my heavy eyelids open. Blinding light stabbed my eyes, making me wince on instinct.
Clinging to my hazy consciousness, I shook off the drowsiness. There was something I had to confirm.
"Hah…! Hah…! Hah…! Hah…!"
A breathless moan pounded in my ears. In sync with it, a heavy weight throbbed in my lower body.
At the same time, I felt a firm grip binding my hands. Thin cords digging into my wrists—it had to be rope. Not ordinary rope, though. Regular rope would've snapped under my strength without issue.
Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed relentlessly. That raw, gritty sound was all too familiar. Just from the rhythm, I could picture my current position.
Like forcing open a rusty door long unused, I twisted my stiff neck downward. The first thing I saw was swaying black hair.
"Hngh! Hngh! Hnnngh…!"
Her suppressed moans came with wild thrashing of long straight hair right in front of me. Taut, bronze skin slapped tightly against mine. I could feel the woman's hips grinding away by touch alone.
I was naked. My hands were bound behind my back, and I was lying on a bed.
Pinning me down, just as I'd suspected, was Bernehardt. Her flushed, apple-red face panted those aroused moans as she pistoned away. Naturally, the position was cowgirl.
"Hah…! Hah…! Good thing I learned some night skills from that succubus beforehand!"
She muttered to herself, paused for a beat, then resumed shaking her hips.
Her body glistened with sweat—or was it just pussy juice flooding everywhere? Her hole was soaked.
As expected, Bernehardt's pussy had that sticky grip. Even the inner walls felt like pure muscle.
When she slammed down hard, the pressure was like getting caught in a Kimura lock from a jiu-jitsu black belt. Then, as she lifted her hips, the friction along my shaft sent sharp pleasure racing up my spine.
'Sex skills are mediocre, but she covers with insane physical prowess. Train her right, and she'll make a hell of a piece.'
Watching her passionate, powerful fucking, I could see Bernehardt's potential. Anyone else would've screamed the moment they woke up, overwhelmed by the pleasure from below.
Her sex packed that much destructive force. Destructive force suited her better than anyone. Her body was like a steel-clad wild boar.
'But just taking this passively isn't my style… Hands tied makes resisting tricky.'
Bernehardt hadn't noticed I was awake yet. Too lost in the sex.
A quick glance at her face—she'd already opened heaven's gates a few times. Three or four orgasms, maybe?
Still hammering away like a sex-crazed monkey? That stamina of hers. This might even be her first time. Late bloomers hit hardest, after all.
'Hands bound, but that doesn't mean I can't fight back.'
My real weapon wasn't sealed. My cock.
"Hngh…! Hnngh…! Hnnngh…!"
Bernehardt attacked fiercely, her pitiful moans like a lioness—or ogre—in heat. Erotic as hell, anyway.
'Reaction to a lifetime of celibacy. Built-up lust exploding. First time being face-raped, though? No way she keeps her walls up after this.'
Taming a horny ogre.
Not easy. But that's why success would taste so sweet.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
I calmly timed my counter. Mastering her hip rhythm, I thrust up just as hers dipped down.
"Kyaaah~♥"
An exotic scream leaked from Bernehardt's lips. The kind I'd record and replay forever—adorable.
Who knew that voice could come from her? Face like she wouldn't flinch from an arrow, but her pussy couldn't take it.
Well, pussy's every woman's weak spot.
"Hnnngh!"
I ramped up the counters as she dragged out her wail. Matching her rhythm, I bounced my hips, dragging her deeper into pleasure's abyss.
"Haaaang~! Hah! Haaaang~! Hnnnngh~!"
Her monotonous moans diversified. From black-and-white abstract to vibrant landscape. I preferred the latter.
"Heeek~! Th-this is weird…!"
She noticed the shift a beat late. Inexperienced, clearly. Even pros wouldn't stand a chance against me, though.
I drove the finisher home, slamming my tip like a cervix stamp.
Squelch!
A crisp sound, and her body went rigid—Medusa's gaze turning her to stone. But her warm skin against mine said she was alive and well.
"Heeek…♥ J-Johan…! Y-you're awake!?"
"Yeah. Just now."
Too late. Pussy control was mine now.
The ropes loosened too. Elastic cord stretched, creating slack. She'd rushed the binding.
I slipped free and sat up. Our faces inches apart—kiss range.
"Hmph!"
Lips crashed. Hers tightened fiercely as mouths and tongues met.
Weak to kisses?
Tough warrior women melting for tender kisses—classic cliché. Guess Bernehardt fit the mold.
"Hnnngh~! W-wait!"
She pulled back, shaking her head, but I wasn't yielding control.
"Slipping a student a sleeping pill for rape? What kind of stunt is this?"
"Kgh…! Th-that was my mistake. Just one slip, one time…"
"Just once? Planning to get over me after this?"
"No choice! You're a student, I'm the teacher."
"Not very teacherly, though?"
"Kgh! That succubus recommended it…"
Trusting a succubus. Bernehardt was innocent.
Well, to civilians, they're like sex experts—pro whores, really.
"Disqualified as a teacher. Right?"
"…No words."
"But your lower mouth has plenty to say."
Her twitching pussy spoke volumes. No man knew pussy like I did. I read her loud and clear.
"She's begging me to fuck her senseless right now."
Her gaping, loosened hole screamed for it. Gotta grant a pussy's wish—even impossible ones.
"Heeek!"
I sat up fully. Our bodies parted naturally. Cock and pussy whined like parting lovers—squelch! Love juices stretched a long, bow-like bridge before snapping midair.
"You two really tangled up till cock and pussy fused."
"…Sorry…"
Her lust still burned. Body hot as a boiling kettle—heat radiating here.
"Woke up shocked. Some palace ogre rampaging on me."
I smacked her ass. She jolted.
"B-but! You started it! Stealing my clothes…"
Smack!
"No backtalk!"
"Hweeeek~♥"
Palm to pussy—juices squirted like a water gun. Her clit was thumb-sized. I pinched it like a joystick.
"Reason or not, raping a student like a horny ogre?"
"Ngh… No excuse. Sorry…"
"Well, I did steal your panties, so forgiven. Gotta calm this first, though."
I fiddled her clit joystick-style. Her "Hnnngh~♥" each time? Fun.
"My turn on top."
Missionary. Her strength could've shoved me off, but no resistance. Eye contact— she blushed, looked away.
"D-don't look!"
"Show me your face, teacher."
"No…! Y-you'll hate it! Mocking me as ogre…"
"Lust's ogre-level, sure. But face? Prettiest ogre ever."
Thrusting in, her walls clamped hard—pain at the tip. Cervix reacting.
"P-pretty!? Stop teasing! This scarred face…!"
"For real. Sturdy body, haughty expression, deep scars—all gorgeous. If not, why fuck like this?"
"S-stop!"
"Huh? Hate pretty?"
"Nngh! Hearing that… suddenly down there…"
Splurt!
Her back arched—navels kissed. Hot tide gushed.
"Cumming from praise… Teacher's impressive."
"Nngh! No one's ever said that! Pretty to a warrior like me!? Johan, you're crazy!"
"Heh. But she's thrilled."
I stroked her womb gently. Her heated flesh like an ondol floor.
"D-don't touch so tenderly!"
"Whoa! Squeezing like mad. Found your weakness."
Sudden idea. Lips to her ear.
"Next time, frilly skirt or dress for you."
"G-girl clothes…?"
"Aren't you a girl!?"
Pinch her tough-girl clit—she squirted again. Legs locked my waist—girly and beastly at once.
"No! Weak-looking clothes…!"
"Fine, I'll stay put."
"Ngh! Dirty!"
"Haha. Surrender. Real fight maybe, but bed's mine. Already itching, right?"
Smack her twitching pussy. Her dilemma didn't last.
"Fine! I'll wear it! Anything! Just fuck me!"
"As ordered—fucking senseless."
We crossed master-disciple lines. Taboo thrill sweeter than vanilla sex.
"Here goes!"
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Pounding her chewy hole mercilessly. Her pussy devoured my cock with terrifying force. Sphincters nearly gave out.
"Heeek! W-wait! Hold…"
"Mouth and pussy disagree! She's begging for it!"
Squelch!
I came inside five times. Finally, her greedy pussy relaxed, releasing me.