Chapter 743
Chapter 743
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 743
Chapter Title: Academy's Savior
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“Ahh...! Nngh...!”
Yoon Hee-jeong clung desperately to the edge of the sofa, her sweetly soaked voice spilling from her lips in a nonstop stream.
It had already been an hour since I'd taken her 28-year virginity. Yoon Hee-jeong was thrashing about, lost in ecstasy, far beyond the point of rational thought.
Splash!
I gripped her plump, well-developed hips with both hands and thrust my cock deep inside. Her juices dripped steadily onto the floor, her black hair swaying slickly with each motion. Her heavy, udder-like breasts swung wildly below, bouncing roughly with every pound.
“Teacher, try squeezing your pussy a bit. I've only cum inside three times, and it's already getting loose. That won't do.”
“Hnnngh...”
Yoon Hee-jeong's pussy wasn't loose at all. It clenched better than most women. I hadn't given her two Pusshelin stars for nothing.
For reference, here's how I define the Pusshelin ratings.
Women who earn Pusshelin stars must be beautiful to begin with.
One star means a naturally elite pussy—one in a thousand, worth every penny of a hundred million.
Two stars is near-legendary territory. With effort, it has the potential to reach three.
Three stars is a timeless masterpiece pussy that never gets boring. The kind that can ruin a man's life.
Originally, three stars was the top. But thanks to my vast experience—and one extraordinary pussy—I had to create a fourth tier.
Four stars refers to a pussy on Yuria's level. One that shatters human limits. I call pussies that reach four stars transcendent.
“Teacher, aren't you going to thank me for pounding you like this? Naughty teachers need punishment.”
I raised my palm and smacked her ass without mercy, holding back my release.
Smack!
The sound was crisp and satisfying, like clearing a stuffy chest.
“Haaah! Th-thank you for pounding me, Master...! Ahhng!”
Yoon Hee-jeong had masochistic tendencies. Pinch her nipples or spank her ass, and her pussy would clamp down tight. She claimed it hurt, but I could tell she was getting off on the pain.
“Squeeze that pussy tighter...!”
Smack!
I hit the other cheek. A red handprint bloomed clearly on her skin.
“Kyaaah! Hnngh...! Ahng!”
Squelch, squelch.
I swiveled my hips side to side, stirring her pussy with my cock, pondering how to train her. She'd be my exclusive toy, of course, and with her maso side, some light SM play would suit her perfectly. As my homeroom teacher, there were plenty of possibilities.
“I'm about to cum. Be ready to take it, Teacher!”
“N-no...! Cum outside, outside!”
“I've creampied you three times already—think the fourth will be different? Here it comes!”
“Huaa... Aaaaaah...!”
I unleashed deep inside her farthest depths.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trembling as she savored the bliss of my release. This was the happiest moment of sex.
Drip, drip. Splatter.
The sound of semen pouring out was like raindrops hitting the ground.
I pulled out. A massive load gushed free, dangling from her pussy like a string before stretching downward like melted cheese.
“Th-this is my limit... Yu-jin... Please, end it here...”
Yoon Hee-jeong slumped against the sofa, speaking weakly. But I wasn't satisfied yet. Her sweat-glistened white skin and the way her breasts were squished against the cushions reignited my lust.
My briefly softened cock began hardening again. I grabbed her ass first and slid my fingers into her pussy, gently scooping out the cum inside.
“Hnnnngh!”
Yoon Hee-jeong lifted her head and squirmed. Smack! One spank to the ass, and she went quiet.
Squelch, squelch.
'Even though I came inside, there's so much.'
That's when footsteps passed by outside the office. Yoon Hee-jeong and I both tensed up. The office was in a remote corner of the academy—people rarely came this way.
Knock, knock, knock.
The knock made Yoon Hee-jeong scramble for her clothes in panic. From behind, I wrapped my arms tightly around her. Her scent filled my nose, and my hands kneaded her watermelon-sized breasts. My fingers sank deep into her soft flesh.
“Hahk?!”
Yoon Hee-jeong let out a loud gasp before she could stop herself. Whoever was outside now knew someone was in.
“Teacher Yoon? Are you in there?”
It was Oh Seong-woong, homeroom teacher for Class 3.
Rattle, rattle.
He tried the door.
“Oh, it's locked. I came to deliver an urgent memo...”
“......”
I could see Yoon Hee-jeong panicking. I whistled softly. My fingers were still buried in her pussy, and suddenly her walls clenched hard. The crisis was turning her on. She didn't seem to realize it herself.
“Teacher, answer him before he gets suspicious.”
“L-let go... I need to get dressed... Hiiik...”
I pinched her large crimson nipple. She shuddered like she was seizing.
“You gonna open the door with clothes on? Forgot I'm here? Even if I hide, how do you explain the messy office and the sex stench? Opening that door means we're busted. Act normal and talk to him like usual.”
Yoon Hee-jeong glanced at the floor. Fluids everywhere, lewd smells thick in the air. No time to clean up.
“......O-okay.”
“Teacher Yoon? Is something wrong in there?”
Rattle, rattle.
Oh Seong-woong tried the door again. It held firm.
“S-sorry, Teacher Oh. I was just really focused on something...”
“Glad it's nothing serious. Could you open up? It's an important memo, and I need to relay a message from the Dean too. I'd like to talk in person.”
“Th-that's... not great right now.”
I scooped her up and headed toward the door. She tensed to resist in terror, but it was pointless. Physically, I was superior, and flicking her clit with my finger melted her strength instantly.
“I'll help you out.”
At the door.
I positioned us right in front of the mere 5cm-thick barrier. Yoon Hee-jeong's face was pale with fear. I licked her lips once, then whispered in her ear.
“Answer him. Too long without a reply, and he'll get weirded out.”
Luckily, the soundproofing was decent. My whisper wouldn't carry outside.
“......I'm fine.”
“No, let me help. Wouldn't that get things done faster?”
I smirked at Oh Seong-woong's intentions. Obvious from how clingy he was with her. I kneaded her massive tits like dough and slipped my hard cock between her thick thighs. Her slick pussy and wet pubes pressed vividly against me.
“N-no, it's hard for me to come out right now...”
“Pardon?”
“M-my clothes ripped, so I'm undressing.”
“Wh-what... S-sorry, I didn't realize... Want me to grab spare gym clothes?”
“N-no, it's fine. I'm fixing it now... Hahk!”
I thrust into her pussy. Startled, Yoon Hee-jeong's upper body lurched forward, hands bracing the door. Thud. It shook.
“Teacher Yoon? You're right at the door?”
“Y-your voice... doesn't carry well from far...”
“R-right. I'll leave the memo at the door, but I'll relay the Dean's message now.”
“Y-yes... Tell me... Ahh!”
“Teacher Yoon...? Your voice has been shaking. You sure you're okay? Not feeling ill?”
“I'm fine... Just tell me quick...”
“A-alright...”
Gulp.
With my sharpened hearing, I caught Oh Seong-woong swallowing hard. He was a young guy too. Her unusually husky voice must sound erotic. Especially since he had a thing for her.
I licked her nape and thrust steadily. Not too fast—too rough, and she'd lose it. I kept a rhythm she could barely handle, the one that hit her deepest.
“Hnn, haa... Nng...”
Small moans leaked from her open mouth. Not just moans—drool trickled down her chin. No spare breath to swallow.
“The Dean emphasized safety for next week's dungeon practicum. We need to investigate thoroughly this weekend. Teacher Yoon? Are you listening?”
“Y-yes... I am... Oooh!”
Her pussy clenched tight. Juices soaked her pubes, her thighs gleaming wet under the light.
“Uh, anyway... Continuing. You and I are scheduled for this Saturday. No conflicts?”
“N-no... Hnnngh...”
I spun her body around. Facing me now, her expression half-melted. I pinned her to the door. Thud. The cold metal against her back snapped her eyes wide.
“Teacher Yoon?”
“Nothing. Saturday, right?”
I hiked up her thigh. Her legs spread. I slid into her crimson pussy again. Still untamed, it gripped me firmly on re-entry.
“Haak, haaah...”
She leaned back against the door, wrapping her legs around me tight. Her hands gripped my shoulders for stability. No instruction needed—she'd found the perfect sex position. She had real talent.
“Yes. Saturday—we'll check A1 to A5 dungeons. Full check on functions and monsters.”
“Got it... Haaah...”
I kissed her. Her tongue danced with mine.
Squelch, squish.
Sticky sounds echoed from our joined sexes. Her eyes glazed over; her kisses grew eager.
“Nnngh... Hahp... Ahng.”
“Teacher Yoon? You there? No replies lately...”
“Haa... Yes, listening. That's everything?”
Squelch.
I thrust hard. The door rattled. She clamped her mouth shut desperately.
“Yes, that's it. Memo's at the door... I'll head out. Oh, I have two musical tickets... Wanna go after Saturday?”
I shook my head at her. Decline. With no real feelings for him, she obeyed.
“S-sorry, not into musicals...”
“Didn't know... See you.”
His footsteps faded fast. Rejected flat-out, he was clearly embarrassed.
“Haaaaah! Ahng! Aaaaah!”
The moment he was gone, Yoon Hee-jeong unleashed her pent-up heat in wild screams. I clung to her huge breasts. Our bodies slid down to the floor.
Lost in sex, we rolled on the bare ground like beasts, abandoning the sofa.
“Next Wednesday's dungeon practicum. It's practice, not a test—no grades this time. But the actual exam's in a month, so study hard. Oh, do well, and the practicum teacher gives bonus points. You know they affect your grades.”
Yoon Hee-jeong stood at the podium. The students focused intently, tense and excited. Aside from entrance exams and rankings, it'd just been theory and basics. This dungeon practicum felt like real Hero Academy training.
I reached into my desk and pulled out the remote. A pink one with just two buttons. I pressed the top one twice in a row.
“Groups of three for this practicum. No changes until the exam next mo— Hiiik?!”
“Teacher? What's wrong all of a sudden?”
Why? The dildo in her panties just started vibrating.
“N-nothing. Just a chill...”