Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Surviving in Pussy
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Park So-young.
Department head of the Management major.
She's hesitating.
Her eyes dart around, lost for where to look.
They flick to my dangling cock, then to the audience, then back to the floor.
Sure enough.
No matter how well-versed in theory a Hwick University student might be, real life is different.
And this isn't some private room.
It's the stage of a grand auditorium, with hundreds of eyes watching.
"What are you doing? Time to serve."
"..."
She bites her lip.
But she doesn't refuse.
I dragged her up here by force, but she doesn't seem to want to run.
She's just frozen from nerves.
I mean, come on.
Facing an S-rank Royal Jelly producer in the flesh, that massive thing right in front of her nose.
Her legs would be shaking too.
Time to break the ice.
I need to take the lead.
I grabbed the mic.
The echo boomed through the hall.
"Alright, students. Let's start with my favorite service. A good old handjob."
Handjob.
The most primal, basic technique.
But basics are the most important.
I took Park So-young's wrist.
Guided her hand to my cock.
Warm.
Her palm was slick with sweat.
She was nervous, huh.
Cute.
"It's the most basic, but reliable. Easy to aim into the collection tube, quick. And above all, it sparks that connection with your partner."
I explained with a serious face.
Guess my seriousness got through.
Park So-young's eyes changed.
'Ah, this is a lecture. Hands-on practice.'
I could see her steeling herself.
Her hand wrapped around my cock.
And then.
Stroke. Stroke.
She started shaking it.
Good.
Just like that.
Her other hand hovered aimlessly in the air.
I grabbed it for her.
Placed it on my waist.
And my hand naturally roamed her body.
Her waist.
Her hips.
And her ass.
Twitch.
Park So-young shuddered.
But she didn't pull away.
Does she think this is part of the training?
Or is it because it's an S-rank's touch?
I glanced at the audience.
Where Ye-na was sitting.
...
Her face was sour.
Her mouth was sticking out a mile.
Jealous?
Sorry, Ye-na.
Oppa’s a bad guy.
But I can't just deflower my little sister's pussy right off the bat.
That'd be too shocking.
We need buildup.
Let me teach this cocky department head a lesson first, then I'll call you.
Just wait a bit.
I focused again.
Stroke. Stroke.
Hmm.
But.
This girl's handwork is kinda half-hearted.
Not enough grip.
Too slow.
No rhythm.
Just mechanically sliding up and down.
No soul.
A decent handjob finishes in ten minutes flat.
If she shakes nonstop.
But like this?
I won't cum even after thirty.
Honestly, I'm bored.
Weak stimulation doesn't faze me.
Not from Breeding Department, huh?
I need more stimulus.
Time to provoke her.
"Hmmm..."
I sighed on purpose.
Loud into the mic.
My sigh echoed through the entire auditorium.
Park So-young startled and looked up at me.
"...?"
Eyes asking what’s wrong.
I shook my head.
With a disappointed look.
"As expected... not Breeding Department, so this is the best you can do?"
Park So-young's eyebrow twitched.
I hit her pride.
Hwick University pride.
And department head pride.
"Eek...!!!"
She ground her teeth.
It worked.
Her face flushed red.
She adjusted her stance.
Squatted down on her heels.
Sign of focus.
I felt strength grip her hand.
Tight.
Ooh.
Now we're talking.
Speed picked up too.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Yeah, that's it.
Squatting Park So-young.
Her skirt rode up.
Between her thighs.
A glimpse of fabric there.
Leopard print.
...
Leopard print?
Twist.
Doesn't match her looks, but she's wearing provocative panties.
Naughty inside, huh?
Turning me on.
Visual stimulus hits, and my cock responds.
Gets harder.
She feels it, shakes harder.
But.
Her posture's unstable.
Squatting, head tilted up, arms extended.
Balance leaning back.
Like...
One flick and she'd topple with a yelp?
Makes me wanna mess with her...
But too late.
My hand was already moving.
Lightly.
One finger.
Poked her forehead.
"Eek!"
She yelped for real and toppled.
Flat on her back.
Ass hitting the floor.
Up to here, as expected.
But.
Variable occurred.
Park So-young.
This tough bitch.
Even falling, she didn't let go of my cock.
No, gripped tighter.
To keep from falling.
Clung to my cock.
Streeetch-.
My cock stretched like rubber.
- Rubber rubber.
Argh!
Cock! You're not a rubber cock!
P-pull... ing out!
And.
The moment she hit the floor.
My body got yanked along.
Elasticity.
Rebound.
Snap-!
Cock snapping back.
And my body pitching forward.
Combined.
My hips launched.
Toward Park So-young's face.
Splat-!
"......"
Dull thud.
Flesh on flesh... no, flesh on balls.
Auditorium went silent.
My cock.
My balls.
Smashed her face.
Cock attack.
Ball smash.
My balls resting on her face.
'What the fuck.'
Accident.
Feeling sorry, I quickly lifted my hips.
Pulled my cock away.
Park So-young's face revealed.
Glasses crooked.
Eyes spinning.
And.
Drip...
Red liquid flowed from her nose.
Nosebleed.
Bright red.
"......"
Fucked up.
Really fucked up.
College girl nosebleeding from a cock hit.
How to cover this?
Park So-young doesn't seem to know yet.
She's dazed from shock.
Blood trickling over her lips.
No.
Can't let it show.
Sexual harassment's fine, but violence isn't!
Even Royal Jelly producers can get assault charges.
And tons of witnesses.
My image?
My reputation?
Hide it.
Cover that blood somehow.
With what?
Nothing in my hands.
No tissue, no towel.
Only...
My cock.
And what's inside it.
Yeah.
The one liquid that can cover red.
No time to hesitate.
I grabbed her hair.
She looked up at me, startled.
"Wha...?"
No time to speak.
Shoved my cock straight into her mouth.
Plunge-!
"Guhk... glurk..."
Park So-young's eyes rolled back.
Sudden airway block.
Foreign object deep in her throat.
She dry-heaves.
Sorry, So-young.
But it's for you.
Can't let them see you ugly with a nosebleed.
I'll cover it.
White.
Pretty.
I moved my hips.
Thrust. Thrust.
Ravaged her throat rough.
Gotta cover that blood.
Park So-young smacked my thigh in agony.
Save me signal.
Just a bit...
Hold on!
Oppa’ll finish quick!
I yelled in my mind.
'Cock! Not yet?! Hurry up!'
Cock answered.
- Cockity cock!
It sensed the urgency.
Pumping harder than usual.
Good boy.
Climax rising fast.
Here it comes.
The big guy's here.
Pulled cock out slightly.
Aimed.
Target: nose.
That nosebleeding nostril.
And her mouth.
Fire!
- Spuuuurt-.
Semen exploded.
Toward Park So-young's face.
Splurt. Spluuuurt.
Splatters.
Semen hitting face sounds.
"Kehk! Cough! Th-that... glugh!"
Park So-young tried to scream, swallowed semen.
Can't open eyes.
Through nose, mouth, eyes.
White liquid pouring in.
Like drowning in water.
On the brink.
But can't stop.
To hide my crime!
For perfect crime!
More!
Whiter!
Gush gush gush.
Squeezed every last drop.
Shook it off.
Park So-young's face unrecognizable.
White plaster statue.
Nosebleed?
Gone.
Perfectly covered.
Success.
Whew...
Caught my breath.
Now for the act.
Naturally.
Like nothing happened.
Stood up.
Park So-young sprawled on floor, gasping.
"Hah... guh..."
I turned my back to her, grabbed the mic.
Faced the audience.
Confidently.
Chest out.
"So, what do you think, everyone?"
Put force in my voice.
"Still think you don't need training?"
Good.
Natural.
Logical.
This insane load.
This power.
All thanks to training message.
Auditorium buzzed.
Students' eyes wide.
"Whoa..."
"Am I seeing this right...?"
"How does he cum that much?"
"Is he even human?"
"Gotta... train..."
Awe and admiration.
Cheers erupted.
It landed.
My showmanship worked.
No one cares about some nosebleed.
Overwhelmed by that massive semen amount.
Then.
Park So-young rose, trembling.
Semen dripping from her face.
And.
Drip...
A red streak trickled through the white semen.
...Fuck.
Why's the nosebleed lasting so long?
Not stopped?
Still flowing.
Students murmuring.
"Huh? Isn't that blood?"
"Nosebleed?"
"Whoa, she's nosebleeding?"
Crisis.
If they notice, done for.
Violent Royal Jelly.
Assaulting a college girl on stage.
Front page news.
Think, Jeong Do-hun.
Find an excuse.
"Whoa... must've felt that good, nosebleed and all."
"Stimulation too intense, huh."
Perfect, voices from front.
Students' misconception.
Use it.
Grabbed mic again.
Laughed heartily.
"Haha, well. Park So-young."
Turned to her.
She's standing dazed.
"That shocking, huh? Nosebleed and everything."
Park So-young blinked.
Doesn't grasp situation.
"Y-yes...? Nosebleed...?"
"Yeah. Must've been ecstasy overload, blood pressure spiked. Was my technique too much?"
Winked slyly.
Park So-young blushed.
Doesn't deny.
She nodded.
"Ah... yeah... too... good..."
Phew.
Misconception implanted.
Park So-young left to stop the bleeding.
Staggering backstage.
Her back looked pitiful.
The nosebleed was worse than thought...
'...Her nose isn't broken, right?'
Were my balls that hard?
If her nose is broken...
Can't cover that crime.
Medical note and I'm done.
Pray it's just a bruise.
Call her later, give consolation money.
In semen?
Atmosphere a bit chaotic.
Her absence left a big gap.
Need ventilation.
New topic.
Story time?
Got a good one.
Adjusted mic.
"Bit of a commotion, but let's resume the lecture."
Students focused.
"Breeding Department folks, raise your hands?"
Whoosh. Whoosh.
Hands up here and there.
Quite a few.
Half the room maybe.
Eager eyes.
Ah.
They wanna work under me.
S-rank Royal Jelly exclusive collector.
Like winning the lottery.
Sparkly eyes.
Feels like a superstar.
Taming fans.
Get why idols get high on stage.
Taste of power.
But.
Ye-na?
Why's your face so sour?
Your mouth's sticking out more than before.
Oppa being popular's good, right?
You said anytime...
Family stuff.
Jealousy's bad.
"Anyway... my collector has a special background."
I paused deliberately.
Students leaned in.
What kind?
Miss Korea?
Celebrity?
"Her grip was so good... the Royal Jelly she handled... ahem. Died on her, happy end."
Students buzzing.
Happy end death.
Legend in the industry.
Ghost story.
But real.
"...Seol-ah?"
Small voice from somewhere.
What, who was that?
Tried to find the voice.
But drowned in murmurs.
"Not Seol-ah?"
"Last year, that special admit..."
"Sounds right? Killer pussy..."
As expected.
Hwick students knew.
Legendary pussy.
Han Seol-ah.
Her notoriety(?) famous even in school.
"...Seems you all know who."
I confirmed, auditorium erupted.
Hired that dangerous woman as collector?
Not scared for your life?
Such looks.
"Her grip is heavenly, true. But was it really just her fault?"
I posed the question.
Auditorium quieted.
All thinking.
"That's why I stress stamina and training."
Clenched fist.
"Endure it. Withstand it. Be a man—die to a pussy grip? That a man?"
Strong tone.
Even heroic.
"With stamina, he could've survived. Enjoyed it. I proved it. Survived her grip, conquered her."
Students' eyes turned respectful.
Man who conquered killer pussy.
True S-rank.
"I'll show you. Not theory—practice. What grip is, how to beat it."
Now the highlight.
Park So-young's gone, but more to show.
Looked at Ye-na.
Still pouty.
But my gaze softened her face.
Anticipation.
My turn finally?
"Ye-na. Come up."
She jumped up at my call.
Ran to stage, no hesitation.
Light steps.
She stood beside me.
Hundreds of eyes on us siblings.
"My little sister. And... Hwick undergrad."
Introduced her.
Students recognized.
She's famous.
"Her grip's excellent too. Breeding Department scholarship kid... you all know the level."
Ye-na blushed, grinned wide.
Loves the praise.
"Alright, Ye-na. Get ready."
She nodded.
And.
Started stripping without pause.
Yeah.
The real title of today's lecture isn't...
Royal Jelly management or whatever.
It's surviving your pussies.