Teacher, Stick Your Pussy Out Too
At my suggestion, Chaerin thought for a moment before nodding.
“Okay. Help me. But how are you going to help? Do you have lube?”
She asked in a small voice. I answered casually and gestured her closer.
“No, I don’t. Come right here.”
Crazy bastard. You’re a real crazy bastard.
I smiled on the outside while cursing myself inwardly. It was only yesterday that I had resolved to keep a low profile after seeing that ominous note. And yet here I was, in the middle of a classroom with over twenty female college students and our homeroom teacher watching, contemplating sticking my fingers into my twin sister’s pussy. Reason screamed at me to stop, but instinct raced straight toward pleasure. And as always, instinct won.
Chaerin stood before me, her lower body completely bare without even underwear. The wariness and fear from last night flew far away.
“Could you stick your ass out a bit?”
At my request, Chaerin thought it strange but obediently moved. She turned around and presented her hips toward me.
The sight unfolding before my eyes was far more intense than the note. Her fair, round ass. The precious places visible between those cheeks. Her neatly trimmed pussy and, above it, the tightly closed little rear hole. That bitch-like rear view was more than enough to make my cock rock hard.
At first the other girls paid us little attention as they worked on inserting their own devices. But the moment I reached between Chaerin’s legs and touched her pussy, the classroom fell silent in an instant. Dozens of hot gazes focused solely on the two of us. Those stares mixed curiosity with envy and jealousy toward Chaerin being touched by a man—and pure lust.
Chaerin seemed conscious of those eyes too and grew quiet. But the instant my finger brushed her pussy, her body flinched and trembled; I could feel every nerve concentrating on my fingertips.
“Hey…! What are you doing!”
Chaerin cried out softly in panic. At that voice the stares in the classroom grew even more blatant. I could even feel the gaze of Seol noona standing at the teacher’s desk. I spoke casually—rather, in a low voice meant for everyone to hear.
“If there’s no lube, you can just use love juices instead to put it in, right?”
At my words, soft gasps of admiration rose around the room along with the sound of several women swallowing. Chaerin’s face turned bright red and she couldn’t manage a single reply. Seated in my chair, I made standing Chaerin spread her legs a little wider. She obediently parted her thighs so I could touch her more easily. The way she did it felt strangely like a dog naturally lifting its chin when its master reaches out a hand.
“Why… in front of everyone like this….”
Chaerin grumbled, yet she never pushed my hand away. When my finger first touched her, her pussy felt a little dry. But as I began gently stroking her labia, it grew moist in no time, as if the dryness had been a lie. After only a few strokes, clear, transparent love juices welled up and made my finger slippery. I slowly pushed one finger inside.
“Hnn….”
A thin moan escaped her lips. I moved it just a little.
—squish
“Haaang….”
Even more juices flowed out, making wet sounds. In the deathly quiet classroom that sound and Chaerin’s lewd moan rang out especially loud. Overcome by the intense pleasure, she gripped the desk in front of her as if desperate for something to hold. Satisfied, I pulled my hand free and thoroughly coated the smart Kegel device with her abundant juices, then pushed the device into her pussy. The thin, slippery metal rod was smoothly sucked inside.
“Hnn!”
Her body flinched hard; love juices trickled down between her legs and dripped onto the floor. Next I brought the other device to her anus. Because the entrance was far tighter and more sensitive than her pussy, her body jerked even more violently. With everything in place, Chaerin sat back down, face flushed scarlet.
I smiled with satisfaction and turned my gaze to Subin, who had been staring blankly at us.
“Subin, you didn’t bring lube either?”
“Huh? Uh, uh….”
Subin panicked and unconsciously shoved the tube she had hidden in her bag a little deeper. She glanced around once, then hung her head in embarrassment and spoke in a vanishing voice.
“Um… could you help me too?”
I called her forward as if I had been waiting. When Subin stuck her ass out, I deliberately spoke with a mischievous edge.
“Did you get turned on watching me and Chaerin?”
During the physical exam and when they took the bitch student-ID photos, Subin had been the type who felt far less than the other girls. But now she seemed a little excited; the inside of her pussy was already damp. Love juices would come easily even without long teasing. At my words her face reddened. I began gently stroking her folds with my finger. The soft, pliant sensation was different from Chaerin’s. Subin flinched yet stayed still and simply felt my touch. When my finger slipped inside, her thighs trembled finely. While caressing her I deliberately struck up conversation.
“Subin, there’s something I want to ask. Can you spare a little time after class?”
“Hnn…? Y-yeah….”
“I want to hear more details about that illness you mentioned last time.”
When my finger pressed firmly against her inner wall, she answered with difficulty, thighs still quivering.
“A-alright….”
In less than a minute Subin’s pussy too was slippery with juices. Talking to her while I caressed her seemed to make her feel it even more intensely. I coated the devices with her fluids and gently inserted them into her pussy and anus. Subin sat down and awkwardly wriggled her hips around the foreign objects.
Then it happened.
“Hey, Class President!”
At the lively voice I turned my head. Yeji from the track team was grinning refreshingly at me. She was a vibrant girl with lightly tanned healthy skin, a firm athletic body, and a ponytail that suited her perfectly. I clearly remembered those thighs especially being insane.
“I didn’t bring lube either. Can you help me?”
Yeji’s tone held none of the embarrassment I had felt from Subin or Chaerin’s tsundere coyness. Instead it carried a bold openness, as if declaring she had no ulterior motives. I answered with a gentle smile.
“Of course. Come here.”
Yeji approached without hesitation and presented her ass. A firm, toned pair of cheeks with not an ounce of excess fat, sculpted by constant training, filled my vision. Thanks to her bronze skin, her light-pink pussy looked especially lewd. When I slipped my hand between her legs she grinned and swayed her hips.
“Take good care of me, Class President.”
Contrary to her cool demeanor, Yeji felt it enormously. The moment my finger touched her she trembled with a sharp “Hnn!” And just like Chaerin she lasted less than thirty seconds before pouring out love juices in abundance. Her body was honest and her reactions explosive. I thoroughly coated the Kegel devices with her fluids and slowly worked them into her pussy and anus. When I deliberately stroked those firm thighs along the way, she let out a pleased nasal sound.
Perhaps my actions served as a signal.
“M-me too!”
“Class President, help me too!”
Suddenly girls all over the classroom began raising their hands and calling for me—every female student except the cold, haughty vice president Ayeong and the eccentric Hayeon who insisted she was a man. Their eyes all blazed with the same desire to be touched. Savoring pussies of every different shape, texture, and reaction was a truly blissful experience. One girl even cried that she was so glad she had been placed in the same class as me. Before long the room was thick with feminine heat and the scent of love juices.
Finally, after I had helped the last student, Seol noona prepared to begin class. But having come this far I had no intention of leaving her alone.
“Teacher.”
I called softly toward the teacher’s desk.
“Teacher, did you get the devices in properly? If it’s difficult, shall I put them in for you again?”
At a question whose intent was plain for all to see, every other girl’s gaze swung toward Seol noona. She looked flustered for a moment, then answered with a flushed face.
“…Yes. Please, Class President.”
Forgetting even her position as teacher, she answered like a submissive bitch. Watching her, I thought to myself: in the male-supremacy ideology I had witnessed so far, the nation’s brainwashing education had clearly played a major role. But at its foundation lay the powerful, ungovernable sexual desire of the women themselves. That desire—which crumbled so easily at a single touch of a man’s hand—interlocked perfectly with the male-superior, female-inferior conditioning. No matter what a man did, as long as he fucked their pussies, the majority of women would be happy.