Lunch Isn't Important

It had been a while since I last met Kim Young-han at lunch.

The twins Lucy and Rumi had said that sometimes they needed time alone, which was why they were left out when someone else was around.

After all, we had been glued together every day lately.

So, I had no choice but to head to the next option: Kim Young-han.

"Sorry. I have someone I was planning to eat with. Let's eat later."

"Uh-huh, okay..."

Here too, I was left out.

Kim Young-han should have been a bit more considerate.

'Where should I go?'

I never thought my friend circle would be this narrow.

I seriously considered going to Professor Lim Sol.

But even if I was closer to her than other students, there was still that business-like feeling.

It would be awkward to go to her at lunch time and ask to eat together?

Normally, it's not normal to go to a professor to find friends to eat with.

"I guess I'll just eat alone. That would be the most convenient, though."

Oh, I thought of one more person.

There was someone at the academy who would always receive me no matter when I showed up.

"Professor Yang, your useless disciple has come to see you."

I set the infirmary as my destination and started walking.

The infirmary was close to the central fountain of Victoria Academy, so there were many restaurants nearby, making it a good spot for lunch.

I arrived in front of the infirmary, and there was a long line in front of the entrance.

"What? Why are there so many people?"

It wasn't usually this crowded... Ah, it's the practical exam day today.

Even if no physical injury occurs, there could be mental damage, or even without that, injuries often happen during training rather than in real combat.

There were probably many who overdid it with training just because it was an exam and got hurt.

Those must be the ones.

"Damn it. I have to wait for this?"

It seemed like it would take over 30 minutes... Then what was the point of coming to eat lunch?

I was about to give up, but since I had come this far, I approached the glass door to take a quick look inside.

"Excuse me. You can't come any closer. There's a line here..."

"Eh? It's not Lee Ho-yeon?"

A worker student who was guiding the line approached me.

I came to look around for a bit, but she was strict.

This is why famous people have it hard.

"Ah, yes. Sorry. I was just looking around. I'll go back."

"No, it's not that. Please wait a moment."

I was about to bow and apologize thinking maybe I was being photographed, but the worker student grabbed me.

Crack-

The worker student started ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠contacting something on her smartwatch.

"Yes, yes. Lee Ho-yeon is here. Should we let him in?"

The answer was only audible to the student through the earphone in her ear, so I couldn't tell what they were talking about.

"Understood. Hey, Lee Ho-yeon student?"

"Yes."

"Come this way. The professor asked to be escorted separately."

"What? Me?"

"The professor said that an important treatment that requires meeting Lee Ho-yeon student often is being conducted... right?"

"Ah... yes. That's right."

I was about to be startled thinking what nonsense, but I quickly figured out the situation.

It seemed Baek A-young had arranged for me to enter immediately upon my arrival.

Good for me.

Following the student's guidance, I entered the infirmary.

Even though I saw it all the time, the door labeled "Infirmary" opened, and Baek A-young sitting on a chair came into view.

Her blue eyes stared at me sharply, and her mouth opened unnaturally.

"Hello. A-young."

"Wow, you're here?"

Baek A-young looked at me with wide eyes, trembling.

By covering her blouse's chest area with both hands, she was treating me like a dangerous object.

Anyone would think I had forced my way in.

'I came to eat ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lunch...'

Baek A-young had high expectations for me.

"Uh, A-young. I came to eat lunch together. You seem to be working really hard..."

"Really hard? You seem busier than when you were at the association."

"Oh..."

After all, the association isn't busy except on call days, but here, there are always injured students pouring in.

"A-young, it's good, right? You can treat so many people."

"It's true, but... there are quite a few fakes..."

"Ah."

So, the ones coming are not the injured, but those coming to see Baek A-young. No wonder there were more men in the waiting line.

What to do? I can't turn my girlfriend into a spectacle for men.

"I'll talk to the student council president and make sure this never happens again."

"Eh, eh? You don't have to... I like treating people too."

"I can't stand it."

"Huh?"

I approached Baek A-young, who didn't understand the situation, and grabbed her shoulders firmly.

"A-young, you need to understand your position. A-young, you're currently in my hands. Who gave you permission to become a spectacle for men?"

"Even as a spectacle..., I'm just working."

"Haa..."

How am I supposed to handle this woman? She's too indecisive, I can't figure her out.

She wants to work on related tasks but suddenly turns into a pervert in the sexual part, the gap is too big.

Fortunately, I thought of a solution.

"Ah... Ah, Aang! D, deep... Yeobo."

"W, when was this photo taken...!"

I played the secretly filmed video of Baek A-young from the orphanage.

Baek A-young's face turned bright red as she tried to snatch my smartwatch by waving her hands wildly. This person is a pervert but strangely sensitive to photos and videos.

It must be because she values her social position a lot. Even if Baek A-young is a pervert, she wants to help people, so she doesn't want to lose that foundation.

"A-young. First, put up a sign saying 'Lunchtime' in front of the infirmary door and lock it."

"Uh, uh-huh."

Baek A-young locked the infirmary door with an expression she couldn't hide her joy.

Okay.

Pervert mode on.

Actually, I came to eat lunch, but I can afford to spend a little time with her.

"A-young, lower your stockings and panties. Since time is limited, let's finish quickly."

"Uuu..."

"If you want to, you can come anytime to do it."

Baek A-young put her hand inside her skirt and lowered only her stockings and panties.

"Ah, no. I don't like being blackmailed with videos..."

"... Put the naked ones there roughly, and put your hands on the desk and bend over."

I had told her before that if she wanted to do it, she could come, but now it seems I am the one being blackmailed?

"Uuu... I don't want to..."

Baek A-young, saying she didn't want to, lowered her waist as much as possible and stuck out her hips, creating a good position for penetration.

Poke, poke

Seeing her high libido, she was probably ready, but to be sure, I checked how wet she was with my fingers.

"Hueu... uek."

"Even though I didn't do anything, she's wet and making lewd sounds."

I fingered her pussy that was soaking wet wanting to be raped.

I rubbed the area below her pussy hole with my finger that entered without resistance.

"Aaah. No... Don't rub there..."

Squelch, squelch

Every time my finger moved, the overflowing fluids soaked the floor.

"Ngat, Aang... Hueu... Heup..."

"Huu, she seems to be in good condition, so I'll put it in now."

"Ah, no..."

I unzipped and pulled out my cock through the hole in her panties.

'Sometimes quick sex with both of us still clothed isn't bad.'

I couldn't feel the soft skin, but the sensation was more focused on the cock, so it felt better.

"I'll put it in."

"Ah, no..."

Baek A-young's face was filled with excitement, and her breathing became faster.

But glancing at me with a slightly unsatisfied look, it seemed like she wanted something more.

'....'

She seems sincere about Yeobo.

Maybe she wants to distinguish between her usual self and the one during sex.

Or perhaps she wants to clearly separate work mode and pervert mode.

"A-young, when having sex, you have to call me Yeobo. Try saying 'Yeobo. Please put it in.'"

"Hueu... Yeobo... Please put it in."

"From now on, when you have sex with me, you have to call me Yeobo. Got it?"

I rubbed the glans against her pussy hole and grabbed her hip with one hand.

"Uh, uh-huh. Okay. Yeobo. Hueuuuuu!"

"Good. I'll insert it as a reward."

"Ng, ng, uuu! Hueup! Haaat...!"

Now that Baek A-young's pussy was used to receiving my cock, she accepted it without resistance.

Even so, the tightness felt good.

Baek A-young was covering her mouth with her hand to prevent moans from leaking outside the infirmary. Of course, it didn't work, and the "ng" sounds were loud.

"Yeobo. Since I blocked the sound with a barrier, it's fine."

"Ngat, uuuuu! Hueu! Huaat...!"

Her pussy gripping tightly felt definitely good. Especially when calling "Yeobo", the way she squeezed and moved felt pleasurable.

Even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from behind, the narrow waist, the hips good for grabbing and pounding, and the sexy protruding breasts were felt.

"While having such a lewd body, ignoring the men's fakes? I'm sure the men who came because of fakes jerked off thinking of A-young at home? You know?"

"Uuuuu... I, I don't know..."

"Does imagining make you excited? Your pussy is getting tighter?"

"No, hueu. No. Yeobo. Ngat, I didn't imagine that... Heup♡"

How far is this pervert? Okay, relax your body.

I grabbed Baek A-young's hips and waist that were leaning on the desk and lifted her up.

"Uh, uuu! Why, why? Yeobo. Uh..."

After inserting my cock, I turned her body forward in the air and laid her on the desk.

I lifted her skirt and touched her erect clitoris with my middle finger.

"Even your clitoris is erect, yet you think you're not a pervert."

"Ah, aaang...! Yeobo, no. No...! Hueuuuu!"

While touching her clitoris and thrusting, Baek A-young's body trembled, sending signals that she was about to climax.

I felt the same tremor, but I didn't stop and kept thrusting.

"Uh. Yeobo. I, I'm cumming. Cumming...! Hueu!"

Soon Baek A-young's legs straightened, and she squirted.

"Ng! At, I just came! Stop. Yeobo, wait...! Uaaang!"

I tormented her clitoris again even though I hadn't finished yet.

"Your clitoris sensitivity is too high. You usually masturbate with your clitoris?"

"I don't! I don't, Yeobo...! Believe me..."

"Don't lie. You do it every day."

I pinched her bad lying clitoris with my index and thumb, and Baek A-young spat out a moan and confessed the truth.

"Hueu! S, sorry. I do it twice a day. Sorry, Yeobo. Ng..."

Every time Baek A-young spat ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out the lewd confession, her pussy stimulated my cock more.

The lewd face while confessing masturbation and the sensation of her pussy gripping tightly as if wanting to cut off my cock brought me to the edge.

"Ah, I'm going to cum. I'll cum inside."

"Ng. Ng. Yeobo, cum inside... Hueu."

I thrust deep and came inside her. Baek A-young trembled again and reached climax, collapsing on the desk with eyes unfocused.

"Huu. It felt good."

Quick sex to finish fast was still enjoyable. I could just cum without holding back when I wanted to.

"Hua, Yeobo. Aang, Yeobo..."

Baek A-young was panting with satisfaction.

"Ah... What time is it now?"

Time was 12:30.

I had to arrive at the exam hall by 1 o'clock, so there wasn't much time.

"A-young. Sorry, do you have lunch? I need to eat that."

"There are a few bentos I bought for when I'm busy..."

Baek A-young spoke while catching her breath.

"Then let's eat the bento together. I have to go take the exam, and there's not much time left."

"Uh... okay."

Baek A-young slowly stood up from the table. Sensing pain in her lower abdomen, she walked slowly towards the fridge like a turtle.

'Is it painful?'

I might have stimulated it a bit by lifting her body forcefully earlier.

"... A-young. I told you several times that after sex, you have to do cleanup fellatio. Is the bento that important right now?"

I hardened my expression and glared at Baek A-young.

"S, sorry. Yeobo. I'll go now...♡"

Baek A-young, perhaps the lower abdominal pain had disappeared, quickly ran over and knelt in front of me, burying her face in my crotch.

"Chuk. Heup. Jjubuk..."

'I don't know... I won't starve for lunch.'