Desire Grows #5
Desire Grows #5
A narrow space with limited visibility. All my senses were focused on my dick. A place where many people expel waste = Public Restroom.
In a way, wasn't I also using the Public Restroom legitimately? Since I was using the restroom to 'excrete' semen.
"Suck... Ahh... Do you like it that much? Suck... My dick is getting bigger and bigger? Suck... Suck..."
The prostitute, seemingly pleased with my large dick, spoke lewdly without hesitation.
Perhaps thinking that sucking alone wasn't enough, her teeth gently nibbled my shaft from the base to the glans, not enough to hurt, but just enough to lightly stimulate. Then, her tongue coiled around my dick like a snake.
"I... I think I'm going to come."
Hearing my words, the prostitute spat out the dick she was holding, then bit the glans once more.
It meant for me to cum in her mouth.
Each time the prostitute breathed, a faint warmth clung to my dick then fell away. I couldn't hold back any longer and came, my body trembling.
"Mmph. Mmph-mph!"
The prostitute initially held a certain amount of semen in her mouth, but the unimaginable volume of cum eventually made her dribble it out.
For me, who had only masturbated until now, this ejaculation was incredibly satisfying, making me feel refreshed down to the tips of my scalp.
'...It's a shame. But one ejaculation costs 50,000 won.'
The cash I had was only 60,000 won.
Even that was after paying 50,000 won earlier, leaving only 10,000 won.
It was time to go home now. I very slowly pulled my dick out of the restroom hole.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Just as I was about to pull away from the hole, the prostitute tugged on my dick.
"Ugh?!"
My body hit the wall.
"...Hoo, I haven't been this excited in a long time. Normally, I would never use my pussy, but I'll give you special service."
After a slight commotion, there was a squelching sound of flesh. Her warm pussy had swallowed my dick.
...A situation where a pussy I had never seen before swallowed my dick. I covered my mouth with both hands to hide the moans that burst out.
Using my dick as a support, she balanced herself and repeatedly sat down and stood up. Moans that couldn't be hidden by the restroom stall walls were heard from both sides. The rough moans of two pleasure-crazed beasts filled the restroom.
It's embarrassing, but my first experience was a mild trauma. When I was a university student, I fell in love with a woman who wasn't particularly beautiful but had clear skin and was attractive. She said she was charmed by my honest and amusing personality.
The long-awaited first night.
I was shocked when I saw the dark, leaf-like genitalia protruding from her vagina.
More than anything, I frowned at the disgusting smell emanating from her vagina. In the end, I couldn't get my dick hard, and she caught my grimacing expression.
...On the day of our tense first experience. We broke up in the worst possible way.
After that day, something in me broke. I became maniacally obsessed with female beauty.
"Haaah, haaah."
The pussy that had been gripping my dick so well gradually loosened. The prostitute, who had been sitting up and down in a steady rhythm, seemed to lose strength in her legs, swaying each time she went down. In fact, her current swaying was even more arousing than her earlier rhythmic movements.
"Haaang... Haaah... Haaah... Haaahk..."
The prostitute didn't hide her moans.
I unconsciously thrust my hips. It wasn't a conscious movement, but one closer to instinct.
"Haaah, this is fucking good! Haaang... I feel like I'm going crazy! Haaang."
The moaning prostitute suddenly stopped moving and convulsed slightly. Seeing the moist love fluid flowing down my balls, it seemed she had completely come.
With a single act of sex, something that had made me passive until now shattered into pieces.
"Aaaahhh!!!"
My hips moved at the frantic speed of a pounding heart. The prostitute screamed, but far from pulling her hips away, she actually pressed her butt against the hole.
She was enjoying the current situation too.
I grabbed the upper corner and frantically thrust my dick into the hole. It was pure violence, devoid of any technique or consideration.
After ruthlessly pounding her for a long time, the prostitute's body swayed like a scarecrow. I felt the urge to cum, fueled by the fact that I was treating a person like a toy. Without a moment's hesitation, I decided to cum inside her pussy. Perhaps because my dick was long, I could feel the semen traveling down the shaft.
Gush!
Thud!
During the long ejaculation, the prostitute suddenly collapsed to the floor. I ended up cumming on the fallen woman as if spraying urine on her.
"Hoo-aah."
After finishing, I looked at the fallen prostitute through the hole.
She was lying there with her pussy and anus completely exposed. Her clothes were heavily stained with thick, milky semen, and her reddened pussy was continuously spewing out cum. Her panties were caught on one ankle, and a high-heel mark in one corner of them suggested she had tripped and fallen.
'Fortunately, she doesn't seem to be hurt.'
"...Thank you for the meal."
Although it was a paid encounter, I sincerely thanked her.
I came out of the restroom and looked up at the sky, red with the sunset.
...I didn't feel sentimental.
"Hehehe."
Perhaps because my pent-up sexual desire had been resolved, I felt as refreshed as if I had scrubbed off half a year's worth of grime.
In fact, the mental relief was greater than the physical.
* * *
The [Modern Art] Department was completely different from the chaotic [Special Broadcasting] Department.
Centered around a circular hall with numerous mirror balls hanging from the ceiling, there were areas such as the 'Artwork Exhibition Zone,' 'Artwork Activity Zone,' and 'Mentoring Zone.' Students could choose and freely move around these various zones.
This was thanks to the department head's belief that art is a product of labor, but nothing can be created through coercion. Therefore, even if someone deliberately slacked off, no one said anything.
"Ji-yoon... Something about your vibe is different today."
"...Really? Hehehe, I didn't notice."
"Uwaaang."
"Why are you suddenly like that?"
Ha-yoon whined lightly.
As promised yesterday, I visited the Modern Art Department with Ha-yoon today.
Unlike me, Ha-yoon was very serious about art, so she immediately applied for mentoring.
"Are you really not going to do it with me?"
"I want to look around at various artworks rather than creating one myself."
"...Alright."
Her voice was dejected.
After parting ways with Ha-yoon, I wandered around, freely observing the women.
'Perhaps because it's only women, there's no wariness at all... I like it.'
Whenever I saw a woman I liked, I approached her, pretending to look at a painting, and admired her legs.
And when I found a woman I really liked...
"Hi, I'm Lee Ji-yoon."
"Oh, hi."
"You seem to like art too?"
I immediately made a move.
There was no particular goal to my approach; I just struck up a conversation to get a better look at their pretty faces. I belatedly realized the power my face held. I merely spoke to them casually, yet they treated me as favorably as a decade-long friend.
'To think I have a face that charms women...'
My dick feels magnificent.
During the conversation, I openly stared at the woman's legs.
"...Your legs are incredibly beautiful."
Her smooth, shapely legs were impressive.
"Really? Thank you!"
Seeing the corners of her mouth twitch, it seemed she was genuinely happy to be complimented by a pretty woman like me.
"But why do you wear your handbag in front?"
She pointed to the bag resting on my skirt.
"Oh, I find it more comfortable to wear my bag in front."
The Slime Bag was a much more amazing item than I had imagined.
'It naturally hides my erect dick!'
Thanks to its ability to freely change shape and size, it concealed the stiff tent (erection) rising beneath my clothes. Because of this, I could confidently walk among the women while erect.
'I've been erect for two hours already!'
I felt like an invisible man who had entered a women's bathhouse.
"Let's be friends. Can I have your number?"
The other person asked for my phone number. It felt good to have a woman ask for my number. She probably thought our conversation flowed well because I had tailored it as much as possible to her.
'...If I get the chance, I want to screw her.'
The conversational skills I had honed during my time as a man had fully blossomed after I transformed into a beautiful woman.
"Weren't we already friends? Let's meet often from now on."
I replied smoothly and gave her my phone number.
Time flew by as I admired the women.
"Ji-yoon-aaaah."
Ha-yoon, having finished her mentoring, hugged me.
'Am I really that good to her...?'
Before I knew it, running to me whenever she saw me had become a habit.
"How was the mentoring?"
"It was totally awesome! It was the best!"
The mentoring in the [Modern Art] Department was an enormous opportunity, bringing authorities from various fields such as painting, sculpture, writing, and music to the school. Honestly, it was strange that I, having entered Modern Art, hadn't taken advantage of such luxurious classes.
"The bald conductor-nim I saw at the classical performance yesterday was so scary..."
She wasn't just saying he was scary; seeing her actually trembling, he must have been truly terrifying.
"...Ji-yoon, could you model for me just once later?"
"Model?"
"Yeah, I want to paint Ji-yoon's portrait!"
"Between us, there's nothing we can't do."
"Really? Thank you!!"
Ha-yoon was about to jump up excitedly like before, but then she glanced at me and giggled, "Hehehe."
It was an innocent sight, like a puppy, that naturally healed one's heart.
"What is so amusing?"
"Yu, Yu-na?..."
Ha-yoon replied, trembling.
The person who spoke to us was the decadent beauty dressed in gothic attire, Im Yu-na.
'...The heroines are really crazy, aren't they?'
All seven main heroines of the game were incredibly beautiful. Especially, beyond their beauty, their distinct personalities amplified their charm tenfold.
'Im Yu-na boasts the most distinct 'crazy' personality among the heroines.'
Im Yu-na is probably the only woman in modern society who genuinely believes herself to be a dark noble lady.
'By the way, those sheer gloves are sexy...'
When I saw her mesh gloves, my dick became stiffly erect.
"Well, you don't have to answer. It wasn't something I was particularly curious about anyway."
Im Yu-na, as if her interest had waned, walked past us.
"......Stop for a moment."
"?"
Im Yu-na, who had suddenly stopped me, stared intently at my crotch area. Naturally, I was still erect.
'...Could it be that she noticed my erection?'
Im Yu-na looked at my flustered face and snickered.
"...Slime."
My mind blank, I covered my crotch with my hand and hastily fled.
'...I thought I was pretty perfect, but I got caught! ...Fuck, I'm having a reality check.'
Ha-yoon, led out by my hand, muttered.
"Yu-na is too difficult..."
...I deeply empathized.
"Yu-na gets along strangely well with the bald conductor-nim..."
"Im Yu-na listens to classical instrument performances too?"
"Yeah... she plays the violin at a professional level."
To be good at the violin... that was unexpected.
'Come to think of it, she's a heroine in a school story. She must have at least one outstanding talent.'
Honestly, it would have been stranger if she didn't have any talent.
"More than anything, when I look into her eyes, I feel like I'll lose my mind at some point, so it's scary..."
Indeed, Im Yu-na's deep, captivating pupils were subtly terrifying.
'It's a completely different kind of fear from Kim So-yoon's Snake Eyes.'
If Kim So-yoon's eyes exuded the oppressive presence of a predator, Im Yu-na's gave off an unknown dread, like being sucked into the deep sea.
'...It's scary, but at the same time, incredibly arousing.'
I felt like I understood why male praying mantises mate with female praying mantises.
'Still, dealing with a psycho is too much.'
My mind hadn't devolved to the level of an insect.
'But the more I think about it, the more aroused I get... Is there a way to have sex without getting my head bitten off by the female mantis?'
Lee Ji-yoon didn't know that she was thinking the exact same thoughts as a male praying mantis.