Chapter 23. If I keep going like this, it's going to explode.

I don't know how much time has passed. I was dizzy, perhaps because I couldn't breathe properly. My tongue root was aching from constantly pressing it into Lim Seo-yoon's cleavage.

The biggest problem was that Lim Seo-yoon's reaction was weakening as the effects of the Goblin fluid started to wear off.

"Um... Teacher...?"

"Y-yes?"

"Should we... take a break now...?"

"S-shall we?"

As the effects of the fluid weakened, Lim Seo-yoon came back to her senses. I wondered if she was thinking about what we were doing right now. I was done for, too. My lower abdomen hurt like hell, and I could already see myself suffering even after Lim Seo-yoon left.

Lim Seo-yoon's arms, which had been clutching my head, went limp. I naturally fell away from her cleavage, and I felt a sudden urge to commit suicide when I saw what I'd done to her chest. Her sports bra had a waterfall flowing down the middle from the drool I'd spilled. I'd licked her cleavage so much that it was blindingly reflective under the light.

The only saving grace was that Lim Seo-yoon was no different. The obscene language she spat out once she was properly turned on was more vulgar than I'd imagined. That would have been fine on its own. She had been straddling my lower body, and as soon as she got up, there was a jjeoeok sound.

She had leaked so much pussy juice that hundreds of threads formed and broke between my crotch and her buttocks.

I wanted to die, and I wondered if Lim Seo-yoon wanted to die right about now, too. She couldn't bring herself to lift her head, burying her face in her hands and pressing her head against the floor.

The black leggings she was wearing had a stain so large that, if I exaggerated just a little, one could believe she had photocopied a globe onto them.

What a spectacle.

"W-would you like to... wash up...?"

"T-Teacher, you go first.... I'm just so..."

Lim Seo-yoon peeked through her fingers, which were covering her face, and said in a small, muffled voice. Her gaze was on my crotch. I looked down to see what it was, and I shouted without thinking, startled.

"What is this! It looks like I pissed my pants!"

"Ugh... hwaaang... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...."

Lim Seo-yoon, who had been unintentionally hit by my outburst, couldn't overcome the shame and started to cry. I wanted to faint. Even though I knew this stain wasn't my urine, but the vaginal fluids from her pussy, the words had just slipped out instinctively.

I fussed over Lim Seo-yoon, trying to soothe her. And I struggled to get her to the bathroom quickly.

Lim Seo-yoon didn't know her own state well, so she worried about me, who had suddenly drawn a map on my pants, but in my eyes, Lim Seo-yoon was in a much worse state. The leggings were one thing, but the cleavage visible above her bra was a bigger problem. It was impossible for her to go home wearing those clothes.

It was urgent, so I had to lend her my clothes.

After some desperate persuasion, it was decided that Lim Seo-yoon would use the bathroom first. Seeing Lim Seo-yoon's back as she hesitantly entered the bathroom, I finally slumped back onto the sofa, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠knowing the crisis was over.

My ass is damp.

I checked, and the sofa was soaked with vaginal fluids, leaving a stain about the size of an A4 sheet of paper.

I am dead meat to Choi Yeon-ju.

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While Lim Seo-yoon was washing up, I took out the most plain sweatpants I owned and placed them in front of the bathroom. Time passed, and Lim Seo-yoon came out, but she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kept her head down and didn't say a single word.

It was my turn to wash up, but I felt anxious that Lim Seo-yoon might run away if I went into the bathroom now, so I didn't wash up despite Lim Seo-yoon's suggestion. I only changed my clothes. I was afraid Lim Seo-yoon would run away if I saw her off with damp pants.

And so, Lim Seo-yoon, ready to go home, stood in front of the door.

A heavy silence filled the mansion.

Hmm.

The atmosphere is so cold I feel like I'm going to get frostbite.

If it went on like this, it felt like I would send Lim Seo-yoon away without anyone saying a word. If that happened, the probability of Lim Seo-yoon coming to the next class would be close to 0%. Even a fool like me could notice this much, so I asked carefully, trying to get Lim Seo-yoon to visit again somehow.

"Today's lesson. It was very fruitful."

"Hing...."

At my words, a violently agitated Lim Seo-yoon covered her face with both hands again and buried her head. I wanted to cry.

But what was I supposed to do? It was fruitful. Even though I couldn't touch her pussy, I ejaculated twice. I just played dumb because I couldn't let on that I had ejaculated. The parts covered by the vaginal fluids Lim Seo-yoon had spilled helped a lot. If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Lim Seo-yoon had been a woman with less fluid, I might have actually committed suicide today.

Because it was certain that I would have become a socially annihilated life form.

I had no idea how to soothe a woman in this situation. I only ever spout nonsense when I talk to women, so there was no way I could do it. So, I just went for a direct, head-on breakthrough.

"I would like you to come again next time, Teacher."

"Hing.... yes...?"

"The day after tomorrow. You'll come, right?"

"........"

Lim Seo-yoon didn't answer. She wouldn't want to come. If I were Lim Seo-yoon, I wouldn't want to come either. Honestly, if it were me, I might have punched the guy in the face if he asked me that. To be fair, it was hard to call it a proper conversation.

But my words were sincere. Shit. It couldn't be helped. What teacher in the world would conduct an 'All-day vulgar and lewd teacher's Breast Pussy smelling class'? If Lim Seo-yoon's curriculum were known to the world, she might be revered as the greatest teacher since Anne Sullivan and have a statue erected. I could guarantee this.

At least, that's how it was for me. At the very least, to me, Lim Seo-yoon couldn't help but be a greater teacher than Sullivan, whom I'd never even seen the face of.

Lim Seo-yoon looked at me with anxious eyes, fidgeting. And she asked.

"Can I come back...?"

I wondered what kind of bullshit that was.

"Isn't that obvious? If Teacher Lim Seo-yoon doesn't come, I might just wither away and die. Do you want me to die?"

"Why would you die...?"

"We did what we did today, so if contact is cut off after this, wouldn't my self-esteem plummet? I might become pessimistic about the world and commit suicide, or I might become a shut-in because I don't have the courage to meet people. If you pity me even a little, please come back the day after tomorrow."

Even I thought this was a killer line. The passing necklace awarded to him...! I didn't know I could talk like this. Feeling proud, I looked at Lim Seo-yoon with a triumphant expression.

Lim Seo-yoon's eyes went wide, and then she giggled. Was it funny? Thank goodness.

Anyway, the clothes Lim Seo-yoon is wearing right now are my clothes. She has to wash them and bring them back to me, doesn't she? So, coming the day after tomorrow might have been a given.

Lim Seo-yoon replied with a shy smile.

"I'll come back. Definitely."

"Thank you, Teacher."

I bowed at 90 degrees to express my gratitude. I don't know if it was because of that, but I felt like the atmosphere had warmed up a little.

"Then, thank you for your hard work... ahem... ahem... today. Student."

Lim Seo-yoon said, feeling shy. She's fucking cute. It's hard to imagine that she's the same person who, until just a moment ago, was possessed by the role of teacher and conducted a Breast Pussy smelling class. I wondered if this was a dream. So, I leaned in slightly and asked in a small voice.

"I hope the next class is like today's, too."

As soon as Lim Seo-yoon heard that, she ran away without even saying goodbye.

Hmm.

This was a pretty decent send-off. It was the best response within my capabilities. As soon as Choi Yeon-ju returns, I'll brag about today's events for at least three hours.

Thinking that, I headed to the bathroom to wash up.

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"...Did you really spew such nonsense...?"

"...Why?"

Choi Yeon-ju had returned. I, who had been rolling around all day suffering from blue balls, started listing my heroic tales as soon as Choi Yeon-ju arrived. It was, so to speak, bragging time.

The 'All-day vulgar and lewd teacher's Breast Pussy smelling class' incident.

And the incident where I soothed Lim Seo-yoon, who was trying to run away in shame.

And the perfect flirting at the end.

But Choi Yeon-ju's reaction was a little far from what I had imagined.

"My god. Wow. Seriously, my god."

"Your tone of voice has become a little strange."

"Wow. Seriously. Wow. That's huge. Unbelievable."

"Why are you acting like that?"

Choi Yeon-ju was busy sighing at the empty air with an incredulous expression. I held back the anxiety rising within me and asked Choi Yeon-ju, but it was only after Choi Yeon-ju acted like that for a full thirty minutes that she informed me that the behavior I had exhibited was like that of a total loser.

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"If I die, do you think Teacher Lim Seo-yoon will come to my funeral?"

"Lim Seo-yoon, my foot. I won't go either."

"......Isn't that too harsh...?"

"To begin with, you don't even have family, do you? You don't have anyone to hold a funeral for you, so what funeral? You'll become an unclaimed body, be scattered in the cemetery park prepared at the crematorium, and that's it. The end."

"What's a cemetery park?"

"It's a place where jars are buried in the ground. You just put the ashes in and leave. They say that later, when it's full, they dig it up and take it somewhere to be buried. Mixed with other remains."

"That's too harsh, even for you."

Honestly, I think this crossed the line.

But Choi Yeon-ju's words weren't finished yet.

"What's harsh is the words you said to Lim Seo-yoon while seeing her off. Did you say you wanted to have the same class again? That's a remark that even my brilliant brain can't find an answer for because it's so surprising. It seems like Lim Seo-yoon won't be visiting this place anymore."

"Then what do I do?"

"What do you mean, what do you do? You have to find another teacher, don't you? That's the easiest way to find a woman, at least. If you have a preference, tell me. I'll try to find one that matches your preference as much as possible."

Choi Yeon-ju's scathing remarks turned my mentality, which was already in a groggy state, into dust. Is Lim Seo-yoon really not coming back ever again? Was that why she ran away without even answering at the end? My self-esteem feels like it's hitting rock bottom because of my incoherent talking skills.

And the fact that I was proud of it and bragged to Choi Yeon-ju made me want to die.

Ughhh!

"If I bite my tongue right now, could I die?"

"Didn't you say earlier that you wouldn't even be able to insert an 18cm dildo if you had a pussy? How could a guy like that bite his tongue and die? You'll never be able to do it. And, don't say things like you're going to commit suicide from now on. It makes people dislike you."

"Sorry..."

Choi Yeon-ju attacks with only such correct statements that I have nothing to refute.

I just have to take it.

"Now. Since we're assuming Lim Seo-yoon is gone, tell me your preferences so we can decide on the next woman."

"Don't throw Lim Seo-yoon away."

"In my opinion, it's already too late. Hurry up and tell me your preferences. I'll try to match them as much as possible."

"...Bronze skin, a sprinter physique with smooth, toned abs, and I'd like her to have a ponytail with a bit of curl. Like a lonely wolf, right? I'd like her to prefer leather clothes, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd like her to be a beauty with a fierce impression. It would be the icing on the cake if she talked like a tomboy, too."

"........."

Choi Yeon-ju stared at me silently at my answer, then sighed and turned over on the bed.

Feeling genuinely hurt this time, I curled up and tried to sleep alone.