The Starving Predator's Instinct
What… what the hell? Why is he suddenly unbuttoning his shirt?
Huh? He’s even pulling the zipper down? What is he scheming?
She narrowed her eyes the moment I abruptly started stripping.
Swallowing hard, she ran her gaze over my skin without realizing it. That stare was so blatant it turned sticky.
—Ziiip
The instant my pants zipper came all the way down, the beast trapped inside sprang free with force. My thick cock, raging with fury, savagely announced its presence. I flexed hard to show it off, and the tip of the glans twitched a few times.
—Hiccup
Startled by the performance, she let out a cute little hiccup, then hurriedly covered her lips and pretended it never happened. I felt a quiet pride at that, but deliberately ignored her existence completely. When I gave her no reaction, she began eyeing my cock even more openly.
…What the hell. What kind of cock looks that lewd?
It’s not grotesque at all. The color’s somehow pretty. And he’s clean-shaven too.
Haa. It looks like something I’d want to suck.
—Gulp♥︎
She licked her lips unconsciously, then shook her head hard as if denying her own actions. The way she pressed her lips tight looked like something out of a comedy skit.
D-don’t look. Looking at something like that will just get me more worked up for no reason.
It’s just Teacher Kang’s little scheme anyway.
He’s trying to provoke me and throw me off balance.
I can’t fall for such a shallow trick.
But her firm resolve didn’t last even a few seconds. I immediately poured massage oil and launched into a strip show. I opened the lid and drenched my body with the slick oil. The fluid that ran down my chest spread wetly along muscle and skin, eventually gathering at the tip of my glans and dripping down in dizzying threads.
Han Gyeowool was staring wide-eyed at the show, as if she had never made any resolve at all. Her cute parted lips showed no sign of closing. I ignored her reaction and kept focusing on the AV on the screen. The actress who resembled her was diligently licking and servicing the cock. I sank into the video, imagining her as Han Gyeowool.
I wrapped one hand around the thick shaft. Enjoying the slick friction of the oil, I worked my pleasure. An utterly languid sigh escaped between my lips.
“Haa.”
—Schlick♥︎
The crimson glans peeked out slightly from my fingertips. Han Gyeowool stared at it fixedly, licking her lips several times. I slowly picked up speed, stroking the shaft up and down.
—Schlick♥︎ Schlick♥︎ Schlick♥︎ Schlick♥︎ Schlick♥︎
Oil dripped in time with the rhythm. Thick regret dripped from Han Gyeowool’s eyes as she watched.
Auu. If you’re going to do that, just do it with me. What a waste.
By the way, is it the oil? He looks strangely sexy.
He’s got some decent muscle definition. Looking closely, he’s kind of hot in a subtle way.
She couldn’t take her eyes off my lewd service. Her sticky gaze, as if pickled in honey, swept over my entire body. Feeling a strange pleasure from that, I started shaking my cock even more vigorously. Of course I gave Han Gyeowool not the slightest attention. Focusing only on the video, I sank deep into my own fantasy. Then she subtly showed jealousy.
Tch. Jerking off with me right in front of him.
Like that whore is hotter than me.
Ugh. He’s kicking away his own good fortune.
Look at him panting so messily.
Is having sex with his hand that good?
But no matter how much she got angry, it was useless. I wouldn’t give her a shred of attention until she submitted on her own. I picked up the pace even more as the urge to cum slowly rose. At that, Han Gyeowool’s pupils dilated round like a rabbit’s, bloodshot.
—Schlickschlickschlick♥︎ Schlickschlickschlick♥︎
“Ugh! Kh! Hup!”
—Splurt!
My hips twitched for a moment as white milky fluid shot out. The powerful white stream barely missed Han Gyeowool and stuck to the mirror opposite. Startled by that tremendous force, she flinched and covered her mouth.
—Splurt! Splurrrt! Splurrt!
The ejaculation continued over and over. Beyond three streams, four, a full eight thick ropes of cum thoroughly messed up the inside of the elevator. Before long, sticky droplets of the viscous fluid had landed on her beige dress as well.
“Haa. Haa. Haa.”
—Shudder
After shooting it all out so refreshingly, a chill ran down my spine. In contrast, Han Gyeowool was frozen solid like a stone statue, overwhelmed by the young male’s vigor. I pulled out a tissue and casually wiped off my cock. Once I’d calmed down somewhat, I started straightening my clothes. Every time the zipper went up and the buttons were fastened, a wistful emotion flickered in her eyes. Finally, when not a single bit of skin was visible, she smacked her lips briefly.
—Smack♥︎
What a shame. Since he already stripped, he could’ve stayed like that a bit longer.
More than that, watching what that bastard did… I kind of want to…
Her frozen fingers slowly drifted toward her crotch. Perhaps because of the dense male scent vibrating at the tip of her nose, it seemed her heat switch had flipped on again.
But right at that moment, seeing her all heated up, a mischievous idea suddenly flashed through my mind. If I was going to tease her, I might as well put real effort into it and tease her properly. Not just for a few hours, but leave her hanging for days on end. Then watch Han Gyeowool slowly crumble while waiting for the right time to harvest. Finishing my calculations in an instant, I immediately stood up from my spot. A wicked smile was already curling at the corners of my mouth.
“Whew. This is just too stifling after all. This isn’t my style. I’m going out through the elevator ceiling. If I stay here I’ll suffocate to death.”
At my sudden outburst, she asked in startled surprise.
“W-what? All of a sudden? Then what about the bet? Weren’t we going to settle it until the rescue team comes?”
“The bet? We can just leave it for later. It’s not like it’s getting decided right now. Besides, you wouldn’t forfeit even if it killed you, right?”
“Th-that may be true, but…”
“So let’s say the one who wants it more comes looking first. The next time we meet will be the day we settle it. Aren’t you curious who will win?”
With those words, I mercilessly ended the education session. In an instant, all the objects around us crumpled as the dream world collapsed. Her dazed face faded away hazily like watercolor paints bleeding. Of course a bit of regret was true as well. This time I’d wanted to share some deeper affection with Han Gyeowool. But an anticipation greater than that regret made me smile. Sweet fruit becomes even sweeter fruit through ripening. Han Gyeowool’s sweetness was racing toward its peak right now.
A bed soaked with sweat. Han Gyeowool woke from sleep with a deep sigh. The expression on her face visible through the link wasn’t particularly bright. Probably because she hadn’t achieved anything she wanted at all.
Haa. This fucking bastard. He came once and hit sage mode, huh.
Why did the dream have to end right there of all places. My luck is just the worst.
Auu. So annoying. I should’ve at least done something before coming out.
If I’d known it would be like this, I should’ve just gone ahead and fucked him.
Only that bastard got to jerk off happily and that was it.
Ugh. So frustrating for real.
She irritably gulped down the bottled water by her bedside. While she was refreshing her throat like that, she suddenly dropped the water bottle with a thud and opened her eyes wide. As if some tremendous thought had struck her, her expression rapidly hardened.
…Wait a minute. But that guy. Wasn’t his last line a little strange?
Leave it for later? That means we’ll meet again next time.
Is it possible for a fantasy my brain created to say something like that?
Yeah. Thinking about it, that’s not the only strange thing.
The one who wants it more comes looking first. That line is weird too.
As if he himself is a separate existence from my dream.
How? That guy himself should be part of my dream?
Is this… maybe not just a dream?
At her spine-chilling deduction, a chill ran up my back for a moment. Even if I’d spoken a bit carelessly, look at that insane intuition racing toward the correct answer in an instant. Before long she arrived at one hypothesis.
What if… just what if…
Teacher Kang’s dream and my dream are connected?
So we’re meeting each other in the same dream?
Certainly, every sensation was too vivid to dismiss as a simple dream.
And Teacher Kang in the dream didn’t seem like just my fantasy either.
Moreover… it’s not just the dream that’s strange.
The real Teacher Kang is somehow suspicious too.
Especially when we went shopping yesterday. There was a sense of dissonance then too.
How should I put it? Like the person had changed a bit?
Yeah. It no longer felt like he was afraid of me.
Even when he was picking out underwear, there was even some affectionate feeling.
Can a person change that easily?
No. There was some trigger. A very intense one at that.
Aaa. I can feel it. I can feel it coming.
A very… interesting feeling is coming on.
…Holy shit. That’s fucking creepy.
It felt like the fine hairs along my forearm were standing on end. The more I listened to her deductions, the more the creepy sensation expanded. It felt as if her hands were slowly tightening around my throat.
Han Gyeowool’s face reflected through the link. Those eyes sparkling in the moonlight were just like a black panther’s. Pupils shining fiercely, revealing her curiosity. Then the corners of her mouth twisted savagely.
The thoroughly provoked predator had finally caught the scent of her prey.