Chapter 742
Chapter 742
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 742
Chapter Title: Savior of the Academy
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Yoon Hee-jeong squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again. She forced a smile. Her red lips trembled as if they might crumble at any moment.
"M-Master. Please. Just once... Just give me one chance, Master...!"
She tried to act coquettish, but awkwardly. She couldn't quite manage her expression. But cleverly, she subtly emphasized her massive breasts with both hands. My cock reacted.
"Heh. If my teacher wants it that badly, I guess I have to respect her as her student. The bet's for three minutes."
Yoon Hee-jeong let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, a fierce determination not to lose flickered in her eyes.
"Shall we start the bet?"
I fiddled with my smartphone to activate the stopwatch. I'd set it for exactly three minutes.
I was confident I'd win the bet. So I planned to go without using Sexual Sensitivity Boost.
'How many kisses have I done up to now?'
Even if I lost, it wouldn't matter. Of course, I had no intention of letting Yoon Hee-jeong go. If that happened, I'd just force her down and make her submit.
"Wait a second. Let's confirm the rules again."
"There's no issue with the bet. The original ten minutes got cut to three. Teacher, stop getting on my nerves. I'm only giving you this chance because it amuses me. Keep it up, and there won't be any chances at all."
"......I just want to make the bet crystal clear. It's only kissing. No other skinship allowed. No touching my body, obviously, and nothing else. Got it?"
"The bet's just kissing. That's right. But you're not gonna pull some nonsense like no tongue during the kiss, right?"
"I'm not resorting to cheap tricks like that."
"Heh. Now that we've confirmed, can we start?"
Yoon Hee-jeong nodded. I tapped the smartphone screen on the table.
"Start!"
My lips immediately went for hers. They met. I felt the moist, soft texture.
She didn't close her eyes. Instead, she glared harder. She was probably desperately trying to think of other things in her head to avoid feeling the kiss.
But it was a terrible strategy. Staring into each other's eyes at such close range, breaths mingling—there was no way not to be aware, no matter how hard she tried.
I rubbed our lips together, then moved my tongue. It probed between her lips, trying to slip in. They didn't open.
I frowned and pulled back.
"Teacher. Are you kidding? What the hell was that? The bet has to be fair."
"......Sorry."
"Do it again, and the bet's off. Kiss properly, Teacher."
I pressed my lips to hers again. My warning worked. This time, unlike before, her lips parted easily. My tongue slid right into her mouth.
I explored every corner with my tongue, then focused on her own as the main course, rubbing against it. Hers responded awkwardly, tangling with mine.
A minute had passed by this point.
'Time to get serious with the kiss.'
I started kissing her roughly, like I was devouring her. I sucked all the air from her mouth, creating a vacuum, ravaging her tongue, and letting my saliva flow into her.
Yoon Hee-jeong's eyes shook. Saliva dribbled from the corner of her lips, down her chin. It was so mixed up now that no one could tell whose it was.
"Eut... Heup...!"
A faint moan escaped. I pressed her even harder. Her head tilted back until it hit the end of the sofa. I didn't stop, chasing her lips relentlessly.
"Haa..., Uh... Ah...!"
We parted briefly, and she gasped in fresh air, her body twitching as she exhaled hot breath. I kissed her again.
Beep beep beep beep! Beep beep!
The smartphone blared noisily. The three minutes were up.
I pulled away. Sticky saliva stretched like a spiderweb before dropping onto her huge breasts.
"Haa... Haa...!"
Her face was flushed as she panted roughly. Her plump lips glistened with saliva, tempting me once more.
"Teacher. Get up. We need to check. See if your pussy's wet or not."
"The way to check is..."
"Only one way. Take it off."
Yoon Hee-jeong clamped her lips shut. She stood up. At my gesture, she positioned herself right in front of me.
"You have to honor the bet results."
"You too—accept the outcome without a word. And strip now. You're not stalling to let it dry out, are you?"
"I'll do it, so don't rush me...!"
Yoon Hee-jeong grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose and slowly peeled it down her thighs. Her trembling hands and flushed face suggested she wasn't doing it slowly on purpose.
'Damn.'
I stared at her pinkish panties. From the outside, they looked completely dry. Honestly, disappointing.
'If I'd used Sexual Sensitivity Boost, they'd be soaked. ...No, too early to give up. These are thick panties. Until I see for myself, I haven't lost.'
Seeing my face stiffen, Yoon Hee-jeong's lit up instead. She gripped the panty strap tightly and yanked it down in one go.
The first thing I noticed was the thick bush. Completely natural, untamed. And a faint pussy scent wafted up. It was afternoon, not yet evening. She'd been working nonstop since morning, so it was only natural.
I examined the pussy beneath the pubic hair closely. The color was a ripe deep pink. The labia majora were thick and sealed tight in a straight line. The clit was small, though.
"Hehehe. Looks like I win the bet."
Clear love juices glistened at the edge of her inner labia.
"N-No way! There's no way it's wet!"
"Deny it all you want—reality won't change. Here, I'll snap a pic with the smartphone and show you."
"D-Don't take a picture!"
"It's to confirm your pussy. Stay still so I can show you the proof."
Click.
I took the shot and showed her. Despair washed over her face as she saw the wetness at the edge.
"Ah... Aah...!"
I ignored her dazed expression, pulled down her panties and pantyhose completely, and held them up. The outer side looked fine, but the inner part that touched her pussy was sticky with fluid.
"See, Teacher? Here's proof of your defeat!"
"Hic...!"
Tears streamed down Yoon Hee-jeong's face as her legs gave out. I caught her arm before she fell, pulling her onto my lap. I felt the firm bounce of her ass and her warm body heat. Wrapping an arm around her lower back, I whispered to her.
"I won. You're my cocksleeve now, Teacher. Come on, call me Master."
"......M-Master...!"
Victory was sweet. I pulled her into my embrace. I kneaded her massive tits with one hand, burying my face in her neck. My other hand rubbed her pussy.
"...Teacher doesn't seem convinced yet. Want another bet?"
"Another one..."
"Of course, not for free. Kiss me like I'm your lover you adore. I'll give you another shot. Or give up here—no skin off my back."
Her hesitation was brief. With a tearful, forced smile, she said,
"I... I love you, Yu-jin."
"Yu-jin? Teacher, you must be confused. I'm your Master."
"...I love you, Master... Heup... Uh...!"
Yoon Hee-jeong wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth, moving awkwardly. I enjoyed it while groping her breasts.
"Not bad. I'll give you another chance. Same rules overall. But this time, no kissing. I'll grope your tits for three minutes. If your pussy stays dry, you win. Reward's the same as the kiss bet. Oh, and if you lose this one, you'll truly think of me as your Master."
A new chance.
Yoon Hee-jeong rose from my lap with a stiff expression. She wiped her wet pussy thoroughly with tissue, drying it off. She moved more confidently now. She'd gotten used to me in the meantime.
"Ready? Let's start?"
"......"
She nodded, seated at the table.
Beep beep beep beep! Beep beep!
"Heh. I win this bet too."
"Hic. Sob...!"
Yoon Hee-jeong hung her head. Her pussy was unmistakably soaked—one glance told the tale. Droplets of love juice dotted the table. No room for argument.
"Heh. This is fun. One last chance. But you kiss the tip of my cock."
"Last chance..."
Yoon Hee-jeong murmured. She knew by now there was no winning even with a chance. Yet she clung to that final thread of hope.
She knelt between my legs. She planted a kiss on the tip of my cock.
"You know how to kiss properly, right? No need to explain."
"......"
Her tongue moved. It rubbed the glans, then poked at the urethral opening.
"Ooh... Teacher... You've got a talent for being a meat toilet...!"
Yoon Hee-jeong earned her third and final chance.
"This one's for one minute. I'll touch your pussy for a minute—if it gets wet, I win. Got it? Oh, and if you lose this bet, there's something a teacher has to do."
I whispered the price of defeat into her ear.
"Start!"
I touched her pussy.
Ten seconds in, love juice trickled out.
"Ten seconds? This is too easy."
"......"
Yoon Hee-jeong squeezed her eyes shut. Tears ran down her cheeks.
Time to pay the price of defeat.
She sat on the sofa with her legs spread in an M-shape. Her hands pulled her labia majora apart to the sides. Her slick, wet pussy hole twitched with each breath. Seeing her intact hymen right there satisfied me deeply.
"P-Please use your cock, Master, to pierce my 28-year-old virgin pussy...!"
"Heh. Thanks to you, Teacher, my academy life is gonna be a blast."
The glans touched her hole. Compared to its size, her entrance was tiny. I pushed in slightly. It stretched wide as my cock sank deeper.
"Huuuugh...!"
Her hymen tore, blood flowing down. Yoon Hee-jeong winced, letting out a pained moan.
"I-It hurts...! Hurry up...!"
"Really hurting that bad? Your pussy's clenching so tight."
"With this much blood, how could it not hurt...!"
"It's not just blood coming out."
Right before full insertion, I activated Sexual Sensitivity Boost. I always use it when taking a virgin's first time. Seeing a virgin gasp in pleasure from her first fuck turns me on more.
My cock pushed through the narrow walls all the way in. They squeezed like they wanted to crush it.
"Uht... Aaaah...!"
I moved slowly back and forth.
"Teacher. Don't look away. Show me that slutty face of yours, even if you're a virgin."
"Eut. Hic... Ugh...!"
She lifted her head but had no intention of showing pleasure. She bit her lip hard and glared at me.
I gripped the top of the sofa by her head with one hand and pistoned rhythmically.
Her tits jiggled with each thrust as I savored her pussy.
'This one's at least two Michelin stars.'
While pounding her pussy, I grabbed her face with my other hand. I stroked her cheek, then lifted her chin. Such a beautiful face.
"You're really stunning, Teacher."
I complimented her. No reaction. My hand slid down. I kneaded her breast, then pinched and twisted her rock-hard nipple.
"Hyaaaaang?!"
A moan laced with pleasure escaped. Startled, Yoon Hee-jeong covered her mouth, but it was too late.
Squelch.
Her pussy clenched hard, and a gush of love juice squirted out.
"Aha. So nipples are your weakness, Teacher? Or maybe you like the pain."
"P-Pain feeling good? No way. Stop talking nonsense and finish quick, will you? I have stuff to do."
"As you wish—I'll pound you harder."
I upped the tempo. My cock slammed her cervix. The blood had stopped; only love juice flowed now.
"Hauk, aa! Ang! Uht...!"
My cock throbbed, unleashing the pent-up semen. My hips didn't stop. It kept thrusting even as I came.
Each thrust brought lewd squelches and white foam bubbling out.
"Eut, eut, haeuk...!"
Her slender hand gripped the sofa tight. Her squeezed-shut eyes trembled; a fountain of pussy juice erupted. Still, I didn't stop, working to make her pussy mine forever.
"From today on, Teacher, you won't be able to live without my cock."