Chapter 71: I Became a Teacher at a Hypnosis Academy (5)
Chapter 71: I Became a Teacher at a Hypnosis Academy (5)
From somewhere, Han Yoo-seong appeared holding a switch. It was what people used to call a "rod of love," a relic of the past that had long since been banned.
However, Han Yoo-seong shattered that taboo in an instant with his brazen logic.
"It's forbidden for a teacher to use corporal punishment on a student, but this is fine, right?"
"Um, excuse me, but it's just as strange for a student to use corporal punishment on a teacher."
"No, it's not. Right now, Floss isn't a teacher; she's a teaching aid. It's perfectly fine to discipline a teaching aid meant for female exploration."
As Han Yoo-seong smirked, my pussy reacted instinctively, and lewd juices came trickling out. Taking in the sight, Han Yoo-seong smiled and began poking at my soft pussy lips with the tip of the switch.
"Just the mention of discipline has you getting into heat and leaking love juice in front of everyone without a shred of shame. There's no way a pathetic bitch like this could be a teacher, right?"
"O-ooh, h-ooh... ♡"
"Now, repeat after me. 'From this moment on, I, Magical Girl Floss, am a severe masochist and a perverted slut.'"
"...From this moment on, I, Magical Girl Floss, am a severe masochist and a perverted slut."
I didn't know the details, but he must have cast some impressive hypnosis. Even if I were the type to be susceptible to hypnosis, it wouldn't have made much difference since I was already a severe masochist and a perverted slut anyway.
Knowing nothing of the sort, Han Yoo-seong simply stroked my head as if praising me for following along well.
"Good. Then let's begin in earnest. Everyone, pay attention over here."
Han Yoo-seong grabbed the wings of my pussy and spread them wide, announcing to the students. As dozens of gazes poured toward my flickering pussy hole, the embarrassment was suffocating, but the resulting dopamine rush was so intense I couldn't move a muscle.
"Ah, photography is prohibited, so everyone put your phones away."
In the midst of all this, Han Yoo-seong was banning photos. He was likely trying to prevent a situation where the students would wake up from their hypnosis later and be panicked by naked photos of me in their galleries, but even those words sounded like a possessive desire to monopolize me, which was incredibly hot.
"Now then, shall we start from the head and work our way down? When I point to something, the teacher will either spread it open herself or stimulate it to induce a reaction. Then, Floss, who volunteered as our teaching aid, will explain it herself."
Han Yoo-seong pointed the switch at my mouth. At that, my firmly closed, moist red lips parted like a flower bud blooming—forced open by the hands of the female teacher waiting beside me.
"Bleh—♡"
The female teacher stuck her fingers inside my cheek and pried my mouth open. The string of viscous saliva connecting my upper and lower lips snapped instantly. Instead, the salty taste from the female teacher's fingers was addictive.
"What are you doing, Floss? I told you to explain."
Crack!
"Ha-ahng! ♡"
Without any warning, Han Yoo-seong's switch struck my butt, leaving a red line behind.
They say you can't turn a pumpkin into a watermelon just by drawing lines on it, but the red line on my butt gradually spread, staining my flesh the color of a peach.
I nearly lost my balance and fell off the podium from the shock of the switch, but I barely managed to hold on and began explaining my mouth as Han Yoo-seong ordered, deciding to stop tasting the female teacher's fingers.
"T-this... this is Floss's oral cavity... it's called a mouth ♡. It's the place where white teeth chew food, and saliva dissolves it to be swallowed down the throat... pronunciation changes depending on the position of the tongue..."
Crack!
A second red line was drawn across my butt. Unlike before, Han Yoo-seong looked at me with a frown, as if he were annoyed.
"That's not it. This is sex education, isn't it? What are you teaching during sex ed?"
"Eh, b-but... ♡"
"What... is the hypnosis not working well? I'll have to cast it again."
Han Yoo-seong repeated the process of making me follow his words exactly, just like before. Only then did he continue, looking relieved.
"Don't introduce it as a mouth; introduce it as a mouth-pussy. Floss's mouth-pussy, the saliva-secreting cock-washer."
Of course, the hypnosis hadn't worked then, and it wasn't working now. I had only pretended it was failing because I simply wanted to get hit on the butt again. I had intentionally let nonsense slip... and the plan was a massive success.
"I understand! ♡"
I also loved how he didn't even consider the possibility that the hypnosis was failing again and just lashed me with the switch like he was handling livestock.
A desire burned within me to keep missing the mark and get spanked. Being hit with a tool felt quite different from the usual palm-to-skin contact.
"I'm s-sowwy... ♡ Floss's mouth... isn't a mouth, it's a mouth-pussy that puckers its lips to go mwah-mwah ♡ and suck to accelerate ejaculation! ♡ It serves as a saliva-secreting cock-washer that treats the Cock-sama with care so it never touches the teeth, coating it in plenty of spit with the tongue to wash away the smegma! ♡"
Satisfied at last, Han Yoo-seong gave a thin smile and tapped my lips with the switch.
"Good explanation. Besides what Floss explained, a woman's mouth-pussy has many functions. It can suck not just the cock, but the balls or even the asshole, and sometimes it can be used as a lewd moaning jukebox."
After finishing his explanation, Han Yoo-seong lightly snapped his fingers. When I stayed still, confused about what the signal meant, his expression crumpled again, and he swung the switch.
Crack!
"H-uhng?!"
"Can't you take a hint? If I said you're a moaning jukebox, you should have started making noise immediately, shouldn't you?"
"U-uh, ooh..."
Crack! Crack!
"Ah, a-ha-ahng! ♡ Ha-ahng! ♡ H-ooh-uhng! ♡ Ee-heee-eek! ♡"
Only after being hit three more times with the switch was I finally able to fulfill his request. I hadn't intended for it to happen that way this time, but that's just how the scene played out.
Since I was facing forward with my back to the chalkboard, neither the students nor I could see how ravaged my butt had become with red lines. However, I could predict that if I ever had to turn around, everyone's eyes would surely pop out of their heads.
"Finally, suck on this. I'm not really in the mood to climb up there."
The mouth-pussy curriculum ended with me sucking and licking Han Yoo-seong's fingers, which were covered in pre-cum and the scent of his cock from him fumbling with it inside his pants.
It was the alternative he chose since the shorter Han Yoo-seong couldn't exactly shove his cock into my mouth while I was up on the podium, but many students seemed impressed by the sight of me desperately licking and sucking his fingers with a lewd expression, letting out a collective gasp of awe.
"Now, shall we move further down?"
Han Yoo-seong then poked my chest with the switch. He didn't stop there, playfully holding the switch in front of both my nipples. It was as if he had wrapped a long string around my chest to cover only the nipples.
But because the switch was so thin, while it covered the tips, it couldn't hide the areolae. As a result, I looked like a pervert who was showing off her pink areolae and plump, heavy breasts while only hiding the very tips.
"You need to explain what this place does too. Remember, this is sex education."
When Han Yoo-seong pointed, the hypnotized female teacher reached out. Just as she had with my mouth-pussy, the female teacher used both hands to roughly knead my breasts. She slapped them, cupped them from below, and focused her caresses on the areolae and nipples in a fairly diverse pattern.
"This is... the m-mommy milkers ♡. When used for a titjob, they're also called... tit-pussy... ♡"
"I like that. And what functions do they have?"
"They are where breast milk is stored for a future baby... They're unnecessarily large and jiggle too much, making them inconvenient for hero activities, but since men especially love them, I work hard to maintain them as a point of charm as a woman, rather than as a hero...!"
"I have a question! Is it okay to ask a question?"
I wanted to get hit with the switch again, but I thought I might arouse suspicion if I acted clueless again right after the last time, so I gave the correct answer immediately.
But then, something unexpected happened. A male student in the front row, who had been dozing off throughout the entire history class, suddenly shot his hand up and threw out a question. In his gaze, which was fixed on my tits, there wasn't a trace of sleepiness left.
"A-a question...?"
"By all means."
When I looked for his reaction, Han Yoo-seong readily gave permission, and the nameless male student began to chatter excitedly.
"You're aware that Teacher Floss's breasts are of a massive size rarely seen even among AV actors, right?"
"Pardon? Ah, yes... it's embarrassing, but..."
"What I'm curious about is, are all women's breasts originally that big, and I just didn't know? Like, Teacher Floss and AV actors show them all off, but ordinary women hide them, so it's just not obvious...?"
"N-no, that's not it!"
I shouted, my face flushing red. There was a reason I reacted so sharply.
I am not the female average!
Whether it was sexual preferences or breast size. That applied to every part of me, including my face and body.
I was certain that if someone took a woman like me as the standard for dating, they would definitely have a hard time finding a partner. This was a moment where a young man in his early twenties might be instilled with a completely wrong perception.
If that happened, the future sex life of this bright young man, who would eventually date and marry a normal woman, would become very bleak. So, I had no choice but to tell him myself. That I was not an average woman.
"Usually, there are no women walking around with stupidly huge, cow-like breasts like these...! And even if there were, there aren't many women who would confidently wear clothes that reveal their cleavage like I do!"
"R-really...?"
"Yes! So, you should lower your standards for women a little..."
At that moment, Han Yoo-seong suddenly intervened, grabbing and pulling both my tits as if he were trying to tear them off.
"Ug-heee-eek! ♡♡"
"Isn't that a bit much, Floss? Why do you assume this student will never be able to meet a woman like you?"
"No-ooh! ♡ It's not, it's not that! ♡ Since it's sex ed, I was just trying to let him know that not all women are like me... O-ho-ooh-ooh-ooh! ♡"
Han Yoo-seong cut me off, pinching and yanking my erect nipples. I let out a vulgar, female moan, arching my neck back as a fountain of fluid erupted from my wide-spread crotch.
Splurt—! Splu-urt—!!
My whole body shuddered with the orgasm, and I almost failed to maintain my pose as a teaching aid, but I desperately supported my weight by standing on my tiptoes.
Thanks to that, I inwardly thought I had narrowly avoided being scolded by Han Yoo-seong, but that wasn't the problem right now.
"Ugh..."
"There's water on my face..."
"Slurp, but it's actually pretty tasty?"
Yes, I had already become a woman who had sprayed the students like it was a Waterbomb festival. In particular, the student who had asked the question had become the main victim, taking the massive fountain of pussy juice directly to the face.
"I-I'm sorry... ♡"
"No, it's fine."
But for some reason, his gaze didn't seem to show dislike or unpleasantness; rather, he looked excited. His crotch was bulging prominently as well.
The moment I felt myself getting turned on by that sight, Han Yoo-seong raised the switch again and tapped my nipples. I shuddered again like I was on vibrate mode, reacting to his stimulation.
"Stop squirting from your pussy and answer my question."
"The question... h-uhng! ♡ What was the question, ha-ahng... ♡"
"Why do you think this student will never be able to meet a woman like you?"
"Ah, a-ah... ♡"
No, that wasn't what I intended to say at all. Looking at the male student's dejected expression and finding it somewhat cute, I let out a final squirt of pussy juice from my urethra and gave a lewd smile.
"It's not... impossible! ♡ If you all study hard in sex ed and graduate from the Hero Academy to become wonderful heroes... the male students will surely find faithful, big-breasted onahole girlfriends who are devoted to their men, and the female students will also find vigorous, giant-cock masters who will plow them every single day without rest! ♡"
"Is that so? Then if this student happens to see a woman like that on the street, what should he do to make a big-breasted masochist like Floss his girlfriend in one go?"
"This is more of a dating guide than sex ed, hmm... let me think for a moment... ♡"
How to get a girlfriend. There was a standard answer for this.
Work hard on self-improvement to create a favorable impression for women, and approach the woman you like with confidence. Of course, never forget to be considerate of her.
However, such a boring and trite answer wouldn't work here. This wasn't just about how to make a girlfriend; it was about how to make a 'big-breasted masochist like Floss' a girlfriend.
If I were to give the best shortcut, at least as far as I knew...
"Without asking any questions, just walk up and slap her across the tits... ♡ Then, while she's leaking fluid with a dazed face, choke her, and with your other hand, grab her rock-hard nipples and tits all at once while going in for a predatory kiss! ♡"
"T-then can I make a woman like you my girlfriend?"
"Of course! ♡ Ah, a big-breasted masochist like me wouldn't claim to be a girlfriend, but a cock-sleeve! ♡"
"Nice. It feels like a tip born from experience."
Han Yoo-seong, who had been listening from the side, nodded and stepped in front of me.
"Then shall we give it a test run?"
"...Eh?"
Crack!
No sooner had he finished speaking than Han Yoo-seong slapped me across the tits without warning.
"U-uh, hee-eee-eek! ♡♡"
Without asking any questions.