Pavlov's Dog
Even though I woke up early the next morning, my bed and everything around it was completely drenched in semen and pussy juice. The whole thing was sticky and slippery. The stench of cum and love juices was so overpowering that opening the door would have filled the entire neighborhood with the filthy smell of sex. My body was in even worse shape. My stamina was already F-rank to begin with, and after being milked until I blacked out, my waist throbbed with pain and my legs refused to work properly.
The bitch responsible for turning both me and my room into this mess—Lee Jieun—was sound asleep, hugging me tightly and murmuring contentedly in her sleep. Furious, I reached over and pinched her nipple.
“Eheung♡”
She only let out a pleased sound, so I moved down and pinched her clit next. Not gently this time—hard.
“Kyaaung♡♡”
She let out a perverted moan and opened her eyes. The moment she realized I had been pinching her nipple and clit, a wicked grin spread across her face and she spoke in that arrogant, mocking tone.
“Does our perverted masochistic sex slave♡ want to go again already?”
“Y-you crazy bitch! Who the hell wants to do it again?!”
“Hehe♡ So you really were trying to hurt me♡? It tickled so much I didn’t even notice♡♡”
“Fuck.”
“But how dare you try to hurt me? That’s unacceptable♡ It seems your training and conditioning still aren’t complete♡♡”
“H-hurk. Heuung♥ Heuk♥♥”
I was an idiot. She was the predator and I was the prey, and I had forgotten that for one careless moment. If I had woken up first, I should have slipped away and run. She would have found some excuse to fuck me again in the morning anyway.
“M-Master♥ I-I was wrong♥♥ This slave♥ This arrogant slave talked back to you♥♥ P-Please forgive meee♥♥♥”
I finally understood what state I had been in right before passing out last night. I must have had my tongue hanging out, drooling everywhere, begging for my owner’s mercy like a broken sex slave. Because even now I was acting like this, so I could only imagine how pathetic I had looked before fainting.
“There, there♡ Our little sex slave♡ You’ve finally remembered your place again♡”
“Heuung♥ Y-yes♥♥”
Only after I swore to become her living dildo was I finally released. Apparently turning boys into living dildos was one of the dark, perverted desires these women harbored. Well, in my original world I had fantasized about turning pretty girls into living onaholes, so I guess it was only fair.
According to the secret oath I had made with Lee Jieun—the vice-leader of an academy delinquent circle and a chaebol heiress—I now had to spread my legs and offer my cock whenever and wherever she wanted. If she called, I had to run to her even in the middle of class to eat her pussy or get hard for her. Her word was absolute. When we were alone I had to call her Master. I could not resist any order, and resistance would be met with horrific sexual torture. There were many smaller rules on top of that, but it all boiled down to one thing: I was to be her convenient living dildo sex slave inside the academy.
If I translated that back to my original world, it would be the equivalent of turning a girl I had cornered into a convenient living onahole sex slave.
F-fuck…
She had taken plenty of embarrassing photos and videos of me with her smartphone. Insurance, she called it, in case I disobeyed or tried to report her. Of course, in every photo and video I looked like I was eagerly begging to be trained as a perverted masochistic slave. When I resisted violently because I knew it would haunt me for life, she tormented my cock until I was delirious. Even then, when I cried and refused, she punched me in the stomach with that monstrous strength of hers. In the end I surrendered to both the violence and the pleasure.
“From now on♡ you’re going to listen to everything I say, right?”
“Y-yes…♥”
The problem was that my own lust and arousal refused to die down. She suddenly seemed to remember something, pulled a small syringe from the clothes she had tossed on the floor, and injected me with it. After that, something in my body and mind broke. The moment I saw a woman’s pussy I lost all control.
A-at this rate I’m really going to become a brainless sex slave who soaks his cock in precum the second he sees a pussy…♥
“Just in case you’re thinking of doing something stupid, you know my family is chaebol, right? If you try to screw me over, you’ll disappear without a sound—buried in cement… No, never mind. You’ll be locked in the basement of my villa for the rest of your life, never seeing sunlight again. Do you understand what I’m saying? Have you seen that movie? The one where they cut the girl up and slice her to pieces? I can do that to you too, you know? You only need your cock, after all. So if you try to report me or ask for help… you get it, right?”
“Y-yes♥ I absolutely won’t report you…♥”
“Good boy♡ Such an obedient toy♡”
She said she was going to shower. I stood there in a daze until she punched me in the stomach again, forcing me to attend her bath.
“From now on it’s only natural for a sex slave to attend his Master’s bath, so make sure you remember that.”
“Y-yes♥”
For some reason tears streamed down my face even as I smiled and acted cute for her. No, I knew exactly why. The stomach punches hurt too much. I covered her entire body in soap, running my hands over her as I washed her. I especially lathered my cock and balls thoroughly before using them like a shower towel on her arms, back, and stomach. My cock and balls had literally become her washcloth. Sometimes she would playfully squeeze my balls or cock hard when I wasn’t thorough enough. The pain made me jump and twitch, turning me back into a desperate sex slave who crawled on the floor naked, begging for mercy while licking her pussy.
And of course, I was fucked hard in the shower. When I lay on the warm, steamy floor, she climbed on top and milked me dry. After draining me about three times she seemed satisfied and left the shower stall. I had to attend her while she dressed as well. When I stood there spacing out after leaving the stall, she took the stomach-punch stance again, so I hurriedly served her.
I had become Pavlov’s dog in the face of her belly-punch violence.
“Today’s the first class, so pay attention and come running the moment I call you.”
“Yes♥ Master♥”
Thanks to my service she finished dressing, then took my cum-stained underwear and the pair I had worn yesterday before leaving my room. The moment she was gone, my legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor.
“Hic… ugh…”
I wasn’t supposed to be this weak. Yet here I was, sniveling after being beaten, broken, and reverse-raped. The most humiliating part was that even while doing things I didn’t want to do, I had acted cute as if I were happy about it.
“That fucking bitch… that goddamn cunt… just wait…”
I had been tormented so badly yesterday and today that my waist and legs were still shaking. Still, I dragged myself into the shower again and washed my body. I felt like I had to. Like I needed to scrub the filth off… Now I understood on a gut level why rape victims washed themselves even though they knew it would destroy evidence.
Psychology says emotions are a finite resource. If they’re consumed beyond a certain point, people break down. That’s why we need to sleep or enjoy hobbies to replenish them. But if they’re drained too extremely before that, you end up like me—trembling under the shower spray for hours.
“Huuu… that fucking bitch…”
I ended up taking a shower that normally took ten minutes for over two hours before preparing for school. I put on the academy uniform at a snail’s pace, completely forgot about breakfast, and headed to my classroom. I sat down in a random seat and stared blankly at the blackboard.
“Oh? Hi. We’re in the same class. Hehe.”
Who…? My expression must have given me away, because the other person spoke again.
“Don’t you remember me? We met yesterday. I’m Park Jihoon.”
“Ah…”
So it’s that fidgety guy from yesterday…
I just stared at him with exhausted, hollow eyes. Park Jihoon flinched at my gaze and kept asking if I was okay. Yesterday I had thought he seemed gay and annoying, but today his kind attitude and gentle questions almost made me burst into tears. But crying here would be the same as admitting something had happened. I held back the tears using what little pride I had left as a man and told him it was nothing.
Haa. Fuck. Let’s think positively. I got to fuck a woman. I wasn’t raped—I fucked her. Yeah.
I lightly slapped my own cheek, trying to snap out of it. Fuck. When I thought about it, it was just really intense sex. I had been a little forced, sure… but acting like the world had ended was pathetic. Fuck. Get a grip.
I slapped my cheeks a few more times and took deep breaths to pull myself together. Park Jihoon, who had sat down next to me, gave me a strange look, but I ignored him. Since when did I care about the gaze of a gay-looking dickhead like him?
As time passed, students gradually filled the seats. Then the homeroom teacher walked in—a yellow-haired woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She gave off the complete opposite vibe of Geum Taeyang, like a total gyaru. Fuck, she looked like she would be amazing at NTR. She was insanely pretty, but someone who looked like a delinquent was really our homeroom teacher? She was even loudly chewing gum. If she hadn’t introduced herself as a teacher, I would have thought she was the biggest troublemaker in the class.
“Kaak, ptooey.”
She even spat on the classroom floor. What the hell was this woman… Since this was the National Hunter Academy full of geniuses, there weren’t many delinquents, so the teacher had apparently taken on the role herself.
“Everyone here? Like I said earlier, I’m your homeroom teacher. Ah, fuck. This is bullshit. Why did I have to lose the draw? Seriously, why do these grown-ass adults even need a homeroom teacher? Don’t you agree?”
The students were so stunned they couldn’t even answer properly. Not that the teacher who asked the question seemed to want an answer anyway.
“Ah, fuck, it’s hot. Hey. Any boys in here? No, right? I’m taking my top off. If there are boys, just deal with it. Fuck, a girl can take her top off if she wants.”
Fuck? There are boys. Five of us, actually. Couldn’t she see us from the back? No way she couldn’t see us, right? Out of forty students, five were male. Me, Park Jihoon, and three other guys. Of course I didn’t know their names. Park Jihoon had introduced himself to the others, but I had zero interest in the names of these gay-looking dickheads. I’d probably graduate in six years without ever learning them.
“Teacher, um…”
The boy with glasses sitting next to Park Jihoon raised his hand. He was probably trying to let her know there were boys. But the delinquent teacher didn’t give a single fuck. Looking at her now, it seemed like she had taken her top off on purpose. Wow, fuck. Her breasts were incredibly voluptuous. They looked soft yet huge. Since she was the pale version of a tanned gyaru, the contrast between her tanned outer skin and the pure white tan lines was beautiful. On those large, delicious-looking white breasts, pink nipples stood out perkily.
Fuck. My cock twitched and started to get hard.
“Ah… there were boys? Well, whatever. In the summer all the girls take their tops off anyway. Just think of this as getting a preview. I’m just a little hot.”
“…”
The boy who had raised his hand blushed bright red, unable to say anything as he slowly lowered his hand. He looked embarrassed and ashamed but also lost on what to do since it was the first day and she was the homeroom teacher. Meanwhile I was openly staring at the delinquent teacher’s breasts with a lecherous grin. Then our eyes met properly. She noticed I was aroused and grinned back at me with the exact same smile. It was the face of someone who had been looking for a pervert like me.