Clit Caresses Leave Them Helpless
I deliberately worked my fingers even more wickedly.
Just as expected, Yeji lasted no longer than any of the others. Within minutes she was already coming.
“Hwaaaaah…!”
From the instant I slid my fingers inside her, Yeji never managed to finish a single coherent sentence. When the orgasm hit, I deliberately stroked the soft inner flesh of her thighs and she shuddered violently across the bed. Sweeping my thumb upward along those same thighs made every muscle in her body snap taut, then melt, then snap taut again. Her body had been forged by training, so the climax itself was fierce. As she came she clamped her thighs around my hand with surprising strength. If she ever locked her legs around me during actual sex, I might not be able to get free.
When the examination ended, Yeji left the infirmary with a faintly flushed face and a small smile for me. I liked her.
The moment she was gone, the next girl stepped through the curtain—someone I had never seen before. Both face and figure were thoroughly ordinary. After the parade of beauties I had already handled, even an average girl felt like a welcome gift, but the nurse’s evaluation was merciless.
“Skin quality: low grade. Breast volume: B-cup. Pelvis size is ordinary as well. Overall, below average.”
Watching the process, I finally understood just how ruthless this world was toward a woman’s appearance. In a society where survival depended on being chosen by a man, the harshness was almost inevitable.
Yet the moment I brought my fingers near her pussy, the girl suddenly began to cry in thick, heavy tears.
“Hic… Thank you… Thank you so much…”
“Uh… yeah?”
“I never once imagined… that a man would ever touch the pussy of someone as plain as me… Hic…”
Overcome with gratitude, she sobbed while accepting my fingers. And then she came—almost the instant I entered her, so easily it was almost shocking. Even after the examination was over she kept staring longingly at my hand before finally slipping back out through the curtain.
The next girl who entered was a completely different creature. Yellow-dyed hair, piercings in both ears—a full gyaru type. Her name was Lee Yuna. Without the slightest trace of shame she displayed her naked body and shot me a wink.
“Class president, how’s my body? Pretty killer, right?”
She was small, yet she carried a pair of heavy breasts and a lush, rounded ass. That brazen confidence paired with an openly lewd figure was absurdly arousing.
“I’ll have to check for myself.”
She laughed sultrily and stepped right up to me. The moment I cupped her breasts she ground her hips against me, pressing her whole body flush to mine as though she had been waiting for exactly this.
“Mmm, class president’s hands are huge. Way bigger than mine.”
She tempted me with zero subtlety. When I pushed a finger into her pussy to induce arousal, she immediately began rolling her hips, wet sounds filling the air.
“Aaahn…! There… that feels good…! More, touch me more…!”
Unlike every girl before her, Yuna made no attempt to hold back her voice. She cried out even more vulgarly, flaunting every wave of pleasure. Her shameless display only drove me harder; I worked my fingers roughly. Her pussy clung to them with sticky, greedy suction, as though trying to swallow them whole. For all her lewd looks, she was still a virgin.
Next came a long-haired beauty.
“Name: Lee Nari. Special note… tongue length and flexibility: highest grade.”
I looked at the girl called Lee Nari in surprise. She had a quietly pretty face, but when the nurse ordered her to stick out her tongue I nearly choked.
“Beh.”
Her tongue was ridiculously long—long enough to touch the tip of her chin with room to spare.
“Show us what you’ve practiced.”
The nurse handed her a cherry stem. Nari took it into her mouth, flicked her tongue a few times, and in an instant the stem reappeared tied into a neat knot. The thought of that tongue wrapping around a cock made my imagination race. Her pussy was just as impressive as the tongue that came with it. The nurse even offered advice: “You should train her so she can climax from tongue stimulation alone.” Apparently in this world they even developed a woman’s tongue into an erogenous zone.
The next girl to enter wore a neat sky-blue headband. Park Sohee. Soft brown hair, large gentle eyes, and a smile so pure I almost felt guilty putting my hand between her legs. She triggered every protective instinct I had, so I decided to go slow and gentle.
The second my fingers brushed her pussy, that plan died.
“Haaaaaahn…! Th-there…! Harder… harder…!”
Every trace of demure innocence vanished. Far from holding back, Sohee twisted her whole body and demanded stronger stimulation. The sheer gap between appearance and reaction startled me so much that I started thrusting my fingers harder without thinking.
Then came a truly strange one. Skin so white it looked as though it had never seen sunlight, hair as pure white as fresh snow—a beauty so unreal she barely seemed human. Yet her presence was utterly different from every girl before her.
“I am a man. I will not submit to this examination.”
Baek Hayeon glared at both me and the nurse as she spoke.
The nurse sighed as if the whole thing were a tedious chore.
“Baek Hayeon, everyone already knows you’re a girl. Get over here and take the exam.”
“I said I’m a man! And this is my dick!”
She pointed straight at her own clitoris. The little hooded nub neither twitched like a cock nor leaked any precum; it simply sat there, quiet and female. The sheer absurdity of the sight left me speechless. The nurse explained that parents sometimes raised a daughter as a son, or the extreme scarcity of men created enough psychological stress to produce this particular delusion. It was, she said, a fairly common mental illness. I felt a flicker of pity. How scarce did men have to become for a girl to end up like this?
In the end the nurse simply dragged her over and forced the examination. I had to pin Hayeon’s struggling body while she desperately tried to keep my hands away from her pussy. Every single place I touched turned out to be an erogenous zone; no matter where I gripped or kneaded, her legs immediately twisted together. When I lightly brushed the clitoris she insisted was a dick, she clenched her teeth and tried to stifle the sound—only to fail completely and cry out.
“Kh…! Using such a dirty trick… touching my dick…!”
She kept insisting she was a man with all her remaining strength, yet every time my fingers thrust inside her, her pussy honestly flooded with slick juices.
Once the exhausting ordeal with Hayeon was finished, the next girl was named Kim Dasom. Petite, slender, with a short bob that suited her cute face. In an academy overflowing with massive breasts, her tiny chest stood out immediately. Even after she was naked she kept trying to cover herself with her arms, as if the size were a deep complex.
“Breast volume insufficient. A-cup.”
The nurse’s flat assessment stabbed into Dasom like a blade. Her face went paper-white. She looked at me and apologized in a voice that was almost tears.
“I-I’m sorry… they’re so pathetic…”
What did she have to apologize to me for? Feeling the need to apologize simply for small breasts made me worry about how thoroughly her confidence had been crushed. Honestly, after seeing F-cups and E-cups all day, an A-cup was less arousing. That didn’t mean I disliked them. In the end they were still a girl’s breasts, and if I could touch them, I wanted to.
When I stepped closer to induce arousal she couldn’t even meet my eyes, so I felt the urge to encourage her. I gently cupped those small breasts. Tiny as they were, the soft, gently rising shape was lovely.
“No, they’re pretty enough.”
Dasom’s face flared scarlet. Under my palms her nipples quickly hardened into tight peaks. Those little breasts were absurdly sensitive; the lightest touch made her gasp and tremble.
“Your pussy is pretty too.”
“…What?”
“Nice shape, nice color.”
Her eyes wavered violently. The unexpected praise left her looking almost moved.
“Ah…”
The moment I slid a finger inside, her pussy reacted with frantic hunger—more desperately than any girl before her. She moaned as if broken, tears and love juices pouring out together. As she left I heard her murmur a soft thank-you, and it left me feeling strangely proud.
After that, several more girls passed through my hands. Even after touching more than twenty pussies I never grew used to it. Every single one felt new. Shape, texture, reaction—everything was different. Each girl had her own charm, and I found myself wishing the examinations would never end.
At last the final turn arrived. The girl who stepped through the curtain was my childhood friend, Han Subin. She was far more embarrassed than anyone else, both hands desperately covering her breasts and pussy, head bowed low. Yet those slender arms could never fully hide the overflowing bust or the lush curves of her body. The contrast between her shy posture and that perfect figure was devastating. While I was still staring in admiration, the nurse’s voice suddenly hardened.
“HSDD, is it?”
It was not a question; it was a confirmation. Subin nodded in a voice almost too small to hear.
“Yes…”
From that moment the nurse’s entire attitude shifted—more clinical, more perfunctory. She scanned Subin’s body quickly and recorded the numbers. Even though the figure in front of us was clearly near the highest grade, the evaluation that came out of her mouth was different.
“Overall: upper grade.”
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. To my eyes she was unmistakably top-tier. Why mark her as merely upper grade?
Subin simply stared at the floor, showing no reaction at all. She was the childhood friend I had met right after waking up in this body; I wanted to help her, so I spoke up.
“Nurse.”
“Hm? What is it?”
“With a body like Subin’s, shouldn’t that be highest grade?”
The nurse’s expression turned odd—something that looked almost like Why are you defending this one?
“Well, if the class president says so, I’ll correct it to highest grade. A man’s judgment is what matters most, after all.”