Your Pussy Is Hotter Than Your Face
I had spread a little of Ayoung's juices over her anus, but it still looked a bit dry. The photographer seemed to think the same; she looked at me and said,
"It's still a little dry. Class president, can you make it wetter?"
"Easy."
I took the same finger that had been toying with Ayoung's pussy a moment earlier and brought it straight to her asshole. The slick fluids still thick on my fingertip made a perfect lubricant. I began to paint them over the wrinkled entrance of her anus—slow, deliberate circles, as if I were polishing something precious.
"Hnn…!"
The instant a stranger's finger and that slippery wetness touched her, Ayoung's shoulders gave a sharp twitch. I ignored it and rubbed even more obsessively between every fold of the tight ring, as carefully and lovingly as if I were caressing a treasured toy.
"Mmm…."
Her lower body started to tremble in fine, continuous shivers. The usual ice-cold blank expression was nowhere to be found. Face buried in the mattress, Ayoung was desperately swallowing every moan that threatened to spill out. The sight of her was incredibly hot. On purpose I dragged it out, pressing my fingertip firmly against the entrance of her asshole and then lifting it away, over and over.
"Haa… hey…."
In the end she couldn't take it. Ayoung turned her head just enough to look at me and whispered in a tiny voice,
"…Just put it on already."
That same expressionless Ayoung was now urging me on in a lewd little voice. A sharp thrill of conquest ran through me.
"Mm, got it."
I grinned and pushed the remaining juices on my finger a little way inside the hole itself. Ayoung's anus glistened, wet and shiny.
Click.
The shutter fired at the perfect moment. Looking satisfied, the photographer said,
"Good, perfect. You can get dressed and go."
Without a word Ayoung stood and put her clothes back on. Even then her earlobes were still flushed a deep red. She never once met my eyes as she left the multipurpose room.
"Next."
At the photographer's call the door opened and Chaerin, my twin little sister, walked in.
"So you're the one who has to touch me again."
She grumbled, but she couldn't quite hide the expectant look on her face.
"Which parts are we shooting?"
"Full body and my pussy."
Chaerin answered the photographer, then stripped without a second's hesitation. I'd seen her naked earlier, but the sight still hit me hard. This wasn't the half-covered towel version from the bathroom—this was complete, defenseless bare skin.
"All right, class president. You know the drill."
I nodded and stepped up to her. Before the full-body shot I had to get her nipples hard. We stood facing each other so close I could feel her breath on my face. An awkward silence stretched between us—different from the way it had been with Ayoung, charged with a strange mix of excitement and shyness. Chaerin seemed just as flustered; her eyes wandered the empty air, unsure where to look.
I broke the silence first.
"Your tits got pretty big."
"W-what the hell! Compared to when we were kids… yeah, they grew…."
She flared up at her twin brother suddenly talking about her chest, but her voice trailed off smaller and smaller. I snorted a quiet laugh and reached for her breasts. Even after feeling up several women's chests already today, I still wasn't tired of it. Did the men of this world really not care much about soft tits like these?
I kneaded them with open lust until her nipples quickly stiffened into hard peaks.
"They're both standing up nice."
"……."
I said it on purpose, teasing, and didn't take my hands away.
Instead I pinched the erect nipples between thumb and forefinger and gave them a light tug.
"Hnn…!"
A small moan escaped her. Flustered, Chaerin covered her mouth with the back of her hand and turned her head aside—but she never told me to stop. If anything, the way her body kept twitching with pleasure felt like she was begging for more. So I scraped the edges of her areolae lightly with my fingernails.
"Hnnngh…."
Embarrassed to let the photographer hear, she muffled the sound against her hand. Clear strands of love juice were already dripping onto the floor with soft little pats.
"Ready?"
At the photographer's words I reluctantly pulled my hands away. Face burning red, Chaerin stood for the camera. With her nipples standing stiff and her juices trailing down her thighs, the photos came out more than satisfying.
"Next area? You said pussy earlier, right?"
Chaerin hesitated for a second at the photographer's question, then shook her head.
"No. I want my chest instead."
Then she looked straight at me.
"Hey. My nipples still don't feel hard enough… get them more… erect for me."
Anyone listening would have known she was seducing me. Gladly I stepped in and took hold of her breasts again, bolder this time, sinking my fingers into the full soft mounds and working them thoroughly.
"You were going to shoot your pussy, but you switched to chest because you wanted me to keep touching you longer, didn't you?"
I whispered against her ear. Chaerin shook her head hard.
"N-no I didn't…!"
But the puddle of love juice already pooling on the floor contradicted every word. Chaerin, who had been in heat since earlier, finally noticed the thick bulge tenting the front of my pants. She breathed out hotly and whispered,
"When we get home later… I'll give you sexual relief."
Not long after that, the breast shots were finished. Chaerin yanked her clothes on and fled the multipurpose room like she was running away. Watching her ass go, I found myself looking forward to whatever kind of relief she was going to give me tonight.
After that the shoots for the rest of the girls in class kept going. Using the excuse of "class president duties," I pretended to help with their poses while freely groping breasts and pussies to my heart's content. Not a single girl refused. Even Baek Hayeon—who still insisted she was a boy—started out reluctant, but the moment I started rubbing her clit she twisted and squirmed, completely at a loss. In her photos that clit was going to shine especially bright.
Before long it was the last turn.
"Next, Han Subin."
The girl who opened the door and walked in was dazzling as always. Golden hair so carefully tended it seemed to shimmer with every movement, porcelain-white skin, and that shy little smile. Purely on looks she easily ranked in the top three of the class.
Subin carefully undressed. Her naked body was elegant and beautiful, like a high-end work of art. The full-body shots went smoothly. When I lightly touched her breasts she tensed up hard but still managed to get her nipples standing. The real problem came next.
"I… I'll do face photos."
Her words threw me. I'd been looking forward to helping by playing with her pussy.
"I saw earlier—your pussy is really pretty. Your face is pretty too, but how about we shoot your pussy instead?"
At my persuasion Subin's face brightened.
"Really…? I'm sorry, but… I'll take pussy photos instead of face."
"Yeah. Good choice."
One little bit of praise and she was completely convinced. Subin sat on the mattress and carefully spread her legs. Full of anticipation I reached for her pussy—and got almost the same reaction as during the physical exam. Other girls got soaking wet from a single brush of a finger, but Subin's pussy grew wet only slowly. It felt like dealing with a normal girl after nothing but premature ejaculators.
As I kept caressing her, Subin bit her lip. On her face I could read both apology toward me and a heavy self-reproach.
"I'm sorry… it's not getting wet again and I'm just bothering you…. Just… just take my face photo after all."
Seeing her look so sad made my chest ache. We were childhood friends, supposedly; I wanted to help her somehow. So I gently took her hand.
"No. I like that you're different from the other girls, Subin."
"…Huh?"
She stared at me with wide round eyes, clearly never expecting to hear something like that.
"You're not bothering me. You're special because you're not like everyone else."
Her expression shifted in a subtle way. In a tiny voice, almost to herself, she murmured,
"Even after losing your memories… you're still kind…."
Then she looked up at me and spoke with quiet, genuine feeling.
"Thank you…."
I smiled and stroked her hair.
"You've got a body this sexy. Have some confidence."
With that I lightly rubbed her clit. A completely different sound slipped from Subin's lips.
"Hnn…!"
I focused on her clit without stopping. Rubbing it quick and tight between index and middle finger made her reactions grow stronger. Subin clung to me hard; affection shone in her eyes.
"Ah… uh… hnn…."
Her climax wasn't loud like the other girls'. Her hips just jerked and a rush of juices spilled out—but that alone was plenty lewd. Love juice ran freely from Subin's pussy.
Click.
The photographer didn't miss the exact moment of her orgasm.
"Thank you, Sihyuk. Really… thank you…."
Subin thanked me and left the multipurpose room. Looking at the wet traces of her juices still left on the mattress, I felt a strange mood settle over me. There had to be some kind of past history between Subin and the original owner of this body. Childhood crush, maybe? I found myself wanting to meet her alone later, ask a few questions, and properly "conquer" her.
I thought all the girls were finished—then Teacher Lee Seol walked in.