Chapter 72: I Became a Teacher at the Hypnosis Academy (6)
Chapter 72: I Became a Teacher at the Hypnosis Academy (6)
No matter how strong a magical girl’s body might be, it still shares the fundamental traits of a woman.
Naturally, breasts unburdened by a bra or clothing are among the most sensitive parts of a woman’s body. Perhaps that was why even an uppercut from Han Yoo-seong—whose physical strength was no better than an ordinary person’s—dealt significant damage when it landed right on my chest.
“Oh, ohoook…♡”
If an ordinary person had been hit like that, it wouldn't have been strange for them to piss themselves and burst into tears, but the pain I felt was likely less than half of what they would experience.
Furthermore, I was a masochist bitch who translated pain into pleasure. It would be stranger if I didn't let out a moan while wearing an ecstatic expression after taking a "breast slap" from Han Yoo-seong.
“Now then, it’s finally time for the core subject.”
Meanwhile, the perpetrator, Han Yoo-seong, didn't care about my expression or reaction at all. He was already pointing his switch at the next part of my body. The lesson plan, which had started at the mouth and passed through the breasts, finally reached the most precious place on a woman’s body: between the legs.
“Please explain, Teaching Aid-san.”
He wasn't even calling me Floss anymore. I curled the corners of my mouth and licked my lips.
As the female teacher spread my pussy wide with her fingers according to Han Yoo-seong’s instructions, I felt something hot boiling up from deep within my stomach. I was pretending to be hypnotized, but in truth, I was genuinely getting turned on by introducing my own body to the students using lewd and vulgar words.
‘How should I do it this time…♡’
I had turned into a woman, but for about half a year, my sexual knowledge had remained exactly the same as when I was a man. Meaning, I had no idea about the structure of the pussy between my legs.
‘I only ever used it to pee, after all.’
But things were different now. Ever since I started masturbating, I’d searched the internet whenever I got curious and used a mirror to see what was where.
So, I was confident in showing and teaching every nook and cranny of my private parts here. I might use terms that sounded more medical than erotic, but that wasn't my concern.
If the students and Han Yoo-seong were satisfied, that was good enough. And if Han Yoo-seong wasn't satisfied and gave me another spanking, that was also a win for me.
“Now, as you can see, this plump outer part is the labia majora, and the inner part is the labia minora… if you peel back the hood here, you can see the clitoris. Usually, for women, this part is sensitive, so…”
“Wait, wait.”
As expected, Han Yoo-seong cut me off, interjecting mid-sentence. His tone was like a dissatisfied child throwing a tantrum.
“Don’t you remember what you just said? A severe masochist, perverted ero-girl. That’s what Floss is, right?”
“Ye-yes… I’m a perverted masochist bitch who gets horny from being insulted and tormented by others…♡”
“Then you shouldn't explain it like that. Do you still have some lingering consciousness of being a hero in your subconscious? No one is curious about your labia majora or labia minora or whatever.”
I knew he’d nitpick. That’s it, keep it coming.
So, what’s next?
“Do I have to say it for you? Miss Floss, who can’t even introduce her own pussy properly?”
“Ple-please do…♡ Please introduce my pussy for me…♡”
“Sigh, I guess I have no choice.”
Han Yoo-seong let out a sigh and rested his switch right on top of my pussy. The tip of his switch landed precisely on the crevice that occasionally created a cameltoe through my clothes. It looked as if it were being censored by a mosaic.
“Here.”
But like a butterfly briefly landing on a flower before fluttering away, Han Yoo-seong’s switch quickly left my pussy and slid further back. I realized where the switch was headed immediately after.
“And here.”
The moment the blunt end poked into the entrance of my anal, I realized it. Han Yoo-seong had pointed to my pussy and anal in succession. He believed there was no need to distinguish between the two.
“…Aren't they both just female holes for sticking a cock in and dumping cum?”
Just as an examinee anticipates the examiner’s intent, I should have found the answer Han Yoo-seong wanted beforehand. To him, the only difference between the pussy and the anal was the possibility of pregnancy; otherwise, they weren't much different.
And that was a context that had been consistent from the start. I only just realized that to Han Yoo-seong, my entire body was nothing but a pussy.
My mouth, which spewed lines as a righteous magical girl, was a mouth-pussy. My huge tits, the main cause of my stiff shoulders, were tit-pussies. Not to mention my actual pussy, and even my butt hole was just another female hole he could put his cock in—a back-pussy.
Though he hadn't mentioned them, my armpits, feet, my soft belly without abs, and even my hair—all of it.
“Am I wrong?”
“Haa, hngh……♡”
“Floss is a woman. Women are all pussies. Pussies are all just semen receptacles for men. It’s not that hard, is it?”
As he spat those words, the bangs of Han Yoo-seong’s hair fluttered slightly, and for the first time, I met his eyes.
“Floss, what are you?”
“I am… a pussy bitch meant for receiving semen…!”
I got goosebumps.
Until now, I’d looked down on him, thinking he was just wasting his near-fraudulent hypnosis ability on picking up girls instead of overthrowing the Academy or crushing hero society.
But the density of the gloom Han Yoo-seong harbored was beyond imagination.
‘This guy… he’s the real deal.’
Han Yoo-seong was very different from the villains I’d met so far.
Shin Tae-geon was just relieving the stress of running a company through invisible molestation, and Michael simply harbored the ambition of becoming a strong male to bed more females. The Aphrodisiac King approached aphrodisiacs from a strictly business perspective.
If there was a commonality between those three, it was that they all had excellent social skills.
One was a company president, one was a college basketball team leader, and one was the head of an underground business. These are all positions that require significant communication skills.
But Han Yoo-seong was different. He gave off a strong vibe of having been alone for a very long time. I was curious how someone around my age ended up like this.
‘Saying things like "women and females are different" was all just for show….’
Han Yoo-seong was consistent. He didn't just see every part of my body as a pussy. He treated all women as pussies, onaholes, or semen receptacles. He might treat them as something less, but never as anything more.
Just what kind of household did he grow up in to have such extreme patriarchal views?
Just what kind of porn did he watch to have such tastes?
‘…Does it even matter?♡’
However, I soon realized. Just as I was born a masochist with a defeat addiction, Han Yoo-seong was simply born a sadist who could only be satisfied by reigning as a dominator who treated women as cock sleeves, pussies, and onaholes.
Although I only realized my true nature late and was enjoying it secretly like this, he, with his hypnosis ability, must have been indulging his tastes to his heart’s content for a long time.
I’d mocked him for only chasing pussy with such power, but from the start, things like overthrowing the Academy or social chaos weren't important to him at all.
‘Maybe I’ll end up like that too, later on…?’
It was a bit scary. Even though I was a masochist with a defeat addiction who loved being submissive, dominated, and humiliated, my self-awareness as a hero was still stronger. Even in a situation perfect for satisfying my tastes, if citizens were in danger, I would immediately stop my defeat play and take action.
That was the case until now, but as more time passed, wouldn't I become like Han Yoo-seong? Wouldn't I prioritize satisfying my sexual desires and tastes above all else?
…The thought made my body tremble.
“Right. Then there’s only one thing to do with a female hole that’s only good for taking a cock, right?”
“…Pardon?”
“Why the surprised look? It’s a practical exercise, of course. They say doing it once is better than seeing it a hundred times, don't they?”
I didn't bother pointing out that he’d misquoted the proverb. Because I already had the desire to be fucked by that giant cock I’d seen when I went under the desk for a handjob earlier—the one I’d even puckered my lips to kiss.
“Hmm… we don't have much time, so we’ll have to proceed as quickly as possible.”
“We don't have much time?”
“Of course. Every male student in the class is going to take a turn fucking Floss’s pussy before the lesson ends. Won't time be tight if we’re going to run through the whole rotation?”
“…?”
My jaw dropped. I almost forgot I had to pretend to be hypnotized and nearly screamed, asking if he was serious.
Not just Han Yoo-seong, but every male student was going to use my pussy? During the remaining class time?
“Ah, for your information, once the class is over, I’m going to release the hypnosis on everyone. You’d better stay focused, right?”
A cold sweat broke out. What would happen if the hypnosis was released on everyone? Of course, I wouldn't be surprised or scream since I was never under it to begin with, but that wasn't the problem.
What if the hypnosis broke while I was still naked and unable to put my clothes back on? What if the rotation didn't finish and the hypnosis broke while a male student still had his cock buried in my pussy?
‘No matter how I try to stop the rumors from spreading, it’ll be useless.’
Not only would the rumors spread through the whole school before half a day passed, but by the time school was out, my lewd behavior at the Academy today would be known across the country. I could already see a future where I became the undisputed queen of the Female Hero Gallery Back Alley.
“U-um… Student Yoo-seong, there are about twenty male students in this class alone, so doing it all by myself is a bit…”
“Hmm.”
Even though it was a co-ed class, the hero profession itself was skewed toward males, so naturally, there were many male students in the Academy. I hadn't thought much of it until now, but realizing this made the situation feel dire.
“Well then, let’s have the History Teacher support the practical exercise as well.”
“Phew….”
“But the students get to choose which pussy they want to fuck. Alright, guys. Let’s line up!”
It wasn't exactly a "misery loves company" situation, but I felt a bit sorry for the female teacher who was now going to be fucked along with me because of me. However, she seemed to actually enjoy it, bracing her hands on the desk and pushing her hips back in a doggy-style position. It was a smile born from the hypnosis that made it impossible for her to refuse Han Yoo-seong’s orders.
Admiring her flawless movement, I copied her exactly. And I prayed inwardly.
‘Please, let them be distributed evenly….’
Setting aside the question of whether my pussy could handle all twenty of them, time was short. If I shared the load with the female teacher, it would be over quickly, but if they all crowded toward me, it would take that much longer.
Then, the time for the bell to ring, signaling the end of class, would naturally draw near, and if I wasn't careful, I might still have a cock inside me when the hypnosis broke. If that happened, it wouldn't be a defeat orgasm; it would be the end of my life.
…Wait, wouldn't it be better if not a single person came to me? Since I could just watch while fully clothed?
‘That’s a bit much.’
I have my own pride. I’m younger, prettier, and have a better body; if all the male students abandoned me for the female teacher, I couldn't help but feel dejected, even if I didn't show it.
Besides, following the handjob under the desk, my pussy was already soaking wet from the double-whammy of the "sex education" in this health and physical education class. It wasn't just squelching; it was a literal flood, and it would be a shame to just pull my panties back up without being devoured here.
“Alright guys, you can take turns fucking the pussies of the two teachers standing in a row. Since we’re short on time, each person is limited to five thrusts after insertion.”
“Five thrusts?!”
“Boo, that’s stingy!”
“Shut up. It’s five thrusts per hole, though. You can use the back-pussy too.”
“Wait, really? We can use the teachers’ anals too?”
“I saw earlier that Teacher Floss came prepared with an enema. It should be fine to fuck her there.”
“W-wait a second♡ If you say it like that♡”
This is bad. To think that my habit of always keeping my anal clean using slimes would come back to haunt me like this. I’d been maintaining it because I never knew when or where I might have anal sex.
‘If you say that, of course they’re all going to flock to me…?!’
The female history teacher could only offer her pussy, so a maximum of five thrusts. On the other hand, since I could offer both my pussy and anal, that was a maximum of ten thrusts.
They say quality over quantity. But from the students’ perspective, there was no reason to skip me—who was already superior in quality—and choose the female teacher when I was superior in quantity as well. Unless they had some kind of MILF fetish.
“Teachers, you can watch the kids fuck and give them feedback. It’s a practical exercise, after all, so you should get something out of it.”
Han Yoo-seong gave his final notice, surrounded by the female students of the same class. While the male students all moved behind me and the female teacher, the few female students approached Han Yoo-seong, offering to practice what they’d learned from me.
‘What did I even teach for them to practice?’
I only remembered showing them my mouth-pussy, tit-pussy, and two female holes, but apparently, they were going to "practice." In fact, one female student was sucking the cock I’d kissed earlier, another was licking his balls, and yet another was sucking on his asshole.
I felt like I wanted to join them and be given a role, but I had other work to do right now.
“Whoa, the teacher’s pussy looks exactly like a fatcaron!”
“Fuck, I’m first!! Let me lick it once before your dicks touch it!!”
“But why did you wash your back door before coming to observe the class? Were you planning on snatching someone up here?”
“Teacher~! Tell us about your first time~!”
The male students under Han Yoo-seong’s hypnosis casually tossed out sexually harassing comments at me.
The students recognized that this was a lewd act. However, they didn't find it strange at all and couldn't feel any guilt; rather, they were under a hypnosis that made them think all of this was just a fun and educational lesson.
That was why I could fully understand them saying those things.
“…Um, guys?”
But this, I couldn't understand at all. No, I didn't want to understand it.
“A-are you kidding me…?”
There were twenty male students total for the pussy practical.
And there were twenty male students standing in a line behind me.
Behind the female teacher, who had been brought in specifically to share the workload, not a single person was standing.
‘What the hell? Why do I feel this weird sense of feminine pride even though I know I’m screwed...?!’
But one thing was for certain.
“Wooooooo!”
Rather than the group of male students shouting in excitement as I grabbed and spread my own pussy to show them the inner flesh,
“Pfft.”
The sight of Han Yoo-seong mocking me from a distance, looking at me like I was an inferior female…
…was a hundred times more arousing.