Mid-Lecture Dick-Float Sex: Hosting a Slutty Virgin Graduation Wedding (2)

Clap clap clap. The applause poured in. It wasn't voluntary, of course.

'Behavior manipulation is too damn sweet. One click and they react on cue. Kinda like those studio audience members who laugh or cheer whenever the cue comes in a variety show.'

I bowed my head with genuine gratitude.

"Thank you~ Now, first up, we'll have the bride's hymen-cutting ceremony~."

Hymen-cutting ceremony. In other words, time to pop her cherry right here.

And the bride's reaction to that announcement?

Hmm, still deep in her meditation trance.

"Aurora, I'm about to stick my dick in. That cool? No answer means yes."

"……."

"Contract established!"

I patted her ass appreciatively. Not with my hand—with my dick, fresh from her mouth.

The springy flesh bouncing off my shaft... fucking hot.

'Most of these girls are like this—zero exercise, so their asses are all soft and jiggly.'

How to pound this exercise-deficient pussy? I ran through dozens of patterns in my head and picked the most depraved one.

'Will it work?'

"Aurora, do a handstand."

Behavior manipulation activated on the spot. She silently planted her hands on the floor, kicking her legs up to try for a handstand—but

—flop.

"……."

Her feet hit the ground limply. No leg strength for a handstand, apparently.

—flop, flop.

"……."

Of course, since I'd ordered the handstand, she kept flopping around like a fish... Hot, but kinda pitiful.

Time to help her out a bit.

I whipped up a quick skill in the console. And zap—

Aurora nailed the handstand. Her arms trembled like crazy, so the correction didn't make it effortless, but success was success.

"Now spread your legs."

"……."

She even did a full split. Hands on the ground, legs splayed 180 degrees—like a circus act. Bonus: her pussy lips parted from the strain, fully exposed.

'Not "long live the sun"—more like "long live the pussy" pose.'

"Wanna try a few push-ups like that?"

I had her do some simple exercises out of curiosity. Handstand push-ups. Something even ripped gym bros struggle with—impossible for the real me, let alone Aurora.

But with admin privileges?

"……!!"

Groooan— ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠She slowly bent and extended her arms. Her pussy rising and falling with each rep. A true pussy-up.

"Give a big hand for the bride pumping her pussy, begging the dick-master to pound her!!!"

"……."

Clap clap clap—!! The classroom erupted in applause again. Some even did those tit castanets I'd ordered earlier on their own.

I snorted in satisfaction.

'This'll do.'

"Alright, Aurora, that's enough..."

I was about to tell her to stand up, but—

I paused.

'Wait, this feels familiar from some smut story. Fucking her in a handstand.'

Idea sparked. What if I fucked her just like this?

'Can I?'

Lightning-fast decision. I started gauging the angle. Sadly, normal insertion looked impossible.

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'Angle's off... Use that again?'

My endoscope dick skill could bend it like a tentacle for easy access, but

'Nah, feels like there's something even hotter...'

My gut screamed: there's a more arousing, fun play here.

'But to hit it from there, I'd have to flop on top like a Tetris block...'

"……Huh?"

Sudden epiphany. Why was I bound by physics, agonizing over insertion like a normie? I had admin privileges.

Impossible in reality? Make it possible. All I needed was imagination.

'Then...'

"Console, come on."

I edited a skill on the fly. The magnet one from the fox spirit fuck. Add one feature, done.

Perfect.

'One more for flight...'

"Up we go."

I levitated lightly, drifting belly-down like a human drone. My dick missile-locked her pussy.

—Squeeze.

"N-pole: my glans. N-pole: Aurora's womb."

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I dialed MP to close the distance slowly.

Squelch.

Glans kissed her entrance. Then... I cut the flight skill.

"Here we GOOOOOO!!!"

"……."

Thud— Something tore at my tip. My weight slamming through her hymen mercilessly.

My dick plunged toward her womb like a meteor, but

"O-ohhh...!!!"

The repulsion between her womb and my glans perfectly countered my weight. I hovered right at her cervix.

Floating there like...

"Can you all see!? This is a superconductor!!!"

Superconductor. That viral internet stuff that levitates on its own. My exact state.

Too novel and fun—couldn't stop laughing.

'And it feels amazing!!'

Bonus: my dick endured exactly my body weight in reverse pressure. Fatal fracture territory for any normie.

'But I'm different!!'

Level 10 above demon lord bosses. This pressure? My dick shrugged it off—no, throbbed happily.

Her cervix's squishy flesh massaged it like a glory hole. Her freshly deflowered pussy clenched tight too.

A new flavor of pleasure bloomed.

"Here... Hya!!"

Like a swimmer, I stretched limbs then spun.

—Splash.

"……Ohhh!!!"

My body whirled around my dick like a human propeller in her pussy. The pleasure... like a high-tech onahole? Her vaginal folds swirled, gripping every inch.

"Ha, hahaha!!! Everyone, applaud!!!"

"……."

"Today, I have grasped the ultimate essence of admin privileges... Ahem."

Too good—kept spouting nonsense. Talking privileges mid-replay footage? Yeah.

'Mute it later... Nah, can't upload this to sis-fans.'

Private fap material. I sighed inwardly and surrendered to lust.

'No stopping enjoy-game mode!!'

"Aurora, doggy-pounding time!!!"

I tweaked the magnet MP. Her womb's repulsion pulsed rhythmically. My floating body bobbed in sync.

—Squelch squelch squelch squelch.

"Kya, full-auto onahole for real!"

Her pussy was my only anchor. Freshly virgin-lost, it gripped chewy walls to keep me from flying off.

Repulsion weakened? Down I plunged, mashing her soft cervix.

—Spurt.

"……."

Every deep thrust ramped up her pussy juice. Hitting her G-spot? Breathing roughened.

"……Hah."

Her ragged breath? Tough pose plus blood rush to the head. Might hit status ailment soon, so I sped up—shorter MP cycles.

—Squelch squelch squelch squelch.

"Aurora, you're the first human to awaken Ada with superconductor sex, probably!!"

"……."

"Sorry no wedding dress, but ain't this an epic ceremony anyway!!!"

I rose and fell atop her. My dick pistoned wildly, rivaling hip-thrusts. Her pussy squirted like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it might cum from that alone.

"Now... spin cyclone!!"

I even rotated mid-air. Body spinning on my dick-axis. Pussy drill to her walls—game over. She clamped hard.

"About to cum, huh!? Fine, me too!!"

"Another hour!? You dick-addicted maniac!!"

Spinning like a top above her, I built to my peak—happier than ever.

Everyone eyes-closed meditating, me solo dick-flight sex.

'This is gaming! This is sex!!'

"Now...!"

I killed the magnet entirely—my only lift. Repulsion vanished; I crashed down.

—Thud.

"Cumming!!!!"

Groooan— Squishy impact, full-weight mating press on her cervix.

We climaxed together.

"……♡"

"Hnnngh...!!!"

Spurt—!! Gush, spurt!!! Cum burst from my cramped urethra. Freed sperm high-fived her womb, glued to my glans.

Mating press plus billions of sperm fans? Her womb surrendered.

Spurt—!! Pussy squirted wildly.

"…Hoo!!"

Best sex in ages.

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The lecture ended on a spectacular note.

"Big applause for Aurora, our top performer today!!!"

"Thank you, Professor!!!"

"Wooooah!!!!!"

Unlike before, wide-eyed cheers from the cadets. Even the one-sided tit-flashing student council girl and the disheveled ones clapped wildly.

—Splash splash.

"Impressive. Even repeat student Aurora..."

The vampire principal, rising from the cum bath, clapped her cum-soaked palms. Splattering hobo jizz everywhere. Ew.

'Banned her from 50m radius...'

"That wraps today's lecture."

I clapped to end it. Cadets lingered, so I threatened no next class.

"…Professor looks tired. Let's go."

"Got it."

Led by the now-palm-tit student council girl, they filed out one by one. Then professors, finally principal.

I could finally leave.

"Whew... "

'Who to fuck next.'

Time for real sis-fans footage. Who tho—

—Hesitate.

"Um, ex-excuse me... Great Mage, sir? C-can I ask a question...?"

"……?"

Just as worries piled up, a woman blocked me. The broom girl who'd meditated longest.

Short, so I'd skipped her, but—

—Grin.

'Perfect material rolled in.'

Petite? Size her up and fuck. I smiled.

"What question—"

"—You, daring to do what to Doyeon-nim."

"……Huh?"

The student council and Fleur crew blocking en masse? Total curveball.