Punish This Naughty Pussy Cheating with Its Own Hands
“…Alright then, I’ll be going. Thank you for today.”
“Of course, Eun-a. If there’s anything else you’d like to ask next time, feel free to drop by whenever you want.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Eun-a finished every last drop of the coffee the professor had kindly poured for her and rose from the sofa. She bowed her head once more toward the kindly-faced professor in farewell. Between his round eyes lurked the sharp glint of a predator sizing up its prey, but she forced herself to ignore it.
—Don’t come!!
—Run away!!
—This place is hell!!
—Just say you’ll be a grad student right now!
She also forced herself to ignore the eyes watching her from between the wooden partitions. With a rigidly set face, Eun-a left the lab. She had steeled herself to some degree, but the pressure was still considerable—in more ways than one. Still, at least every question she’d been curious about had been answered, so that was a relief.
“…….”
Walking down the empty hallway, Eun-a pondered for a long while. Graduate student. Just hearing the word was enough to desecrate life itself—a word of pure destruction. Yet she was seriously considering becoming one. It wasn’t a sudden thought. She was the kind of student who would earnestly try to refute a professor mid-lecture and even launch into a full debate, brimming with academic passion. For someone like that to put graduate school on her career path wasn’t all that strange.
Moreover, she had been a child thirsty for learning since she was little. Over and over she had heard that if you studied hard, you could succeed—from the orphanage director, to school teachers, even from the occasional TV program she passed by. There were other reasons too. She had envied the kids who went to cram schools. She wanted to grumble about how she had no free time because of cram school. She hated realizing her pitiful circumstances every time she had time left over.
At first she had simply clung desperately to studying because she wanted to change her worthless situation. But after attending after-school classes, catching up one by one to the top students on tests, sometimes even getting accused of cheating by those students’ parents, and eventually becoming number one in her grade, by then she purely enjoyed studying. Around that time she learned she had a chaebol father. And at the same time, that he was dead. The one who delivered that news was his wife—not “her mother,” but her biological father’s “wife.”
Eun-a calmly recalled the first time she met her current mother. What had she said again? Can I go study now? I have a test next week. Something along those lines, roughly. Whether that father she’d never met was dead or alive, not losing first place had been more important to her. Eun-a still vividly remembered her mother’s expression upon hearing that—a complex mix of bewilderment, wonder, a bit of relief, and at the same time pity, all tangled together.
“…Heh.”
Eun-a chuckled as she recalled that memory. Back then she never imagined life would turn out like this. From a poor orphanage kid to the youngest daughter of a chaebol family. Meeting her idiot brothers, becoming friends with Sujeong unnie. Not just pouring herself into studying, but learning how to spend money, how to command people. Entering university and meeting her senior. Learning about love….
And growing a dick.
Life really was something you could never predict how it would flow. Her case seemed especially weird, though.
But… then the time I can spend with Senior will keep shrinking….
She wanted to learn new things, but she didn’t want to be apart from her. Especially when she recalled the slightly lonely face Senior had shown right before she left the house.
It’s not like I can only study in grad school….
If she borrowed the power of money, she could learn the things she wanted to know more easily, in more convenient ways. Of course there would be downsides to that too…. Eun-a occasionally stopped walking as she thought deeply.
What about Senior… what is she planning to do?
Get a job? Or just be a full-time housewife? They’d never talked about this kind of thing, so she didn’t know. She had just vaguely hoped Senior would stay home forever. But that would probably make her uncomfortable in many ways given her personality….
Should I just knock her up so she can’t work?
“Ah, Senior Eun-a! Hello.”
“Hello!”
“…Ah. Hi.”
While thinking that as she went down the stairs, some underclassmen she knew came up. Since they were still freshmen and had only heard rumors about Eun-a secondhand, their attitude toward her lacked the awkwardness of other years.
“Wow—! I never thought I’d run into Senior at school during break!”
“Right, right! What brings you to school?”
More precisely, they were friendly to the point it was burdensome for Eun-a. They had warm personalities to begin with, and when she was with Gaeul, Eun-a tended to talk more.
“Uh, yeah… just, I had something to ask the professor….”
“Wow… even during break? This is what it takes to be top of the department, huh.”
“We’re here for club practice. Choir club.”
So for Eun-a this situation was extremely uncomfortable and tense. But the fact that they treated her so friendly without even a hint of anything—even knowing she was a lesbian and had a girlfriend—was enough to roughly gauge their character.
“I see…. I’m not good at singing, so I’m a bit envious.”
“Huk. I’m not that good either!”
“There are plenty of people who’ve never even done choir before.”
Knowing that fact painfully well herself, Eun-a awkwardly but with as much sincerity as she could muster tried to keep the conversation going. For someone with her extreme loner tendencies it was a great ordeal, but she didn’t entirely dislike this situation.
“But so now are you two going on a date?”
“Huh?”
“I saw Senior Gaeul at school earlier too. It was far so I couldn’t say hello.”
“Senior?”
“Yes!”
With that, the three parted ways. After separating from the underclassmen, Eun-a immediately took out her phone and called Gaeul, but she didn’t pick up.
…What?
There was no reason for Senior to come to school. If she just came because she missed me, not answering the phone is weird too….
Around the time she was thinking that, a photo was sent to Eun-a.
“No way, Senior…!”
An empty lecture hall. Her standing right in the middle of it. She was up on a desk, skirt hiked up, a condom clenched in her mouth, legs spread wide to either side.
Chin slightly tilted up, composition as if looking down on her, a provocative expression and slightly damp panties. Even though she said nothing, Eun-a roughly realized what she was hoping for. Biting her lip, Eun-a forced down her dick that was trying to get hard. After catching her breath for a long while in front of the stairs, Eun-a dashed toward where she guessed Gaeul would be.
There aren’t many lecture halls open even during break….
People who recognized her along the way and tried to greet her shut their mouths at her fierce expression.
“What’s with Eun-a?”
“Dunno. Gaeul must’ve done something.”
“Yeah….”
“Ah, the one disappeared. Heut, ah, augh—”
*Schlick, sch…guk, schguk…♡*
I slipped my hand inside my pure white panties and gently pushed apart the tightly closed pussy lips, sliding my fingers in. I roughly tossed the smartphone in my hand to the side and focused on the pleasure rising from below. The ringtone kept going off, but I deliberately ignored it and moved my fingers.
“Hnnngh—♡”
*Schlickschlickschlickschlickschlickschlickschlick♡*
When I rapidly pressed the base of my clit with my fingers, I lightly climaxed. Pussy juice the panties couldn’t fully absorb spilled onto the lecture hall floor.
“Haaa…♡ The pace is a bit fast….”
*Schlick, schl…guk♡ Schl, gukkk♡*
Maybe because it was outdoors. Even though it was indoors, this was a space where you shouldn’t be doing sexual acts like sex or masturbation. The excitement of possibly getting caught in this shameful, criminal act by others seemed to have made my body hypersensitive.
“Eun-a, when, will, she, haang…♡ Arrive, aah…♡”
I flicked my clit downward with my thumb as if pushing it. Every time I roughly rolled the hardened clit, my hips bucked and the desk rattled noisily. I continued masturbating while exquisitely keeping my balance so I wouldn’t topple backward.
“Haut, eut, aaang…♡ Ha, shit…♡ Doing it outdoors is♡ so good…♡”
Once before sending the photo to Eun-a, once after sending it. And now—no, soon. Already climaxing for the third time while masturbating alone.
“Hnn, hnn, Eun-a, Eun-a, ya♡ Hurry and come…♡ Hurry and come, with your own hands, while I’m cheating…♡ This naughty pussy that climaxes on its own…♡ Punish ittt…♡”