Everyone, Kiss My Cock
The next day, at the Academy.
Iseol noona entered the classroom. Dressed in a skirt suit, she looked mature and alluring.
"Alright, everyone take your seats. Starting from first period today, we will be learning oral service techniques."
Instead of her usual gentle, soft smile, she wore a solemn and serious expression. At the announcement that they would learn oral service techniques, the female students' faces brightened with anticipation.
Her voice rang through the classroom.
"Everyone, why is oral service the very first among the many caress techniques?"
Someone raised a hand and answered.
"Because it's the part men like the most?"
"That's not wrong, but there is a more fundamental reason."
Iseol noona began explaining like a proper teacher.
"The mouth is a basic organ for ingesting food to sustain life and for communicating with others."
"Accepting a man's genitals with that mouth means submitting far more deeply than mere ingestion or communication."
There was even a sense of reverence in her voice. I found it absurd, but the other women were all nodding with deeply impressed expressions.
After a long stretch of what was half theory class and half male worship, practical time finally arrived.
"Class president Kim Sihyuk, please come up to the podium."
At those words I rose from my seat and sat on the plush chair prepared for me on the podium. The women who had no idea why I had suddenly been called forward murmured among themselves, glancing at one another.
"Starting today, for every caress practice session, our class president Kim Sihyuk has agreed to personally participate as the male practice model."
At noona's declaration a quiet wave of exclamations rippled through the classroom. Disbelief and uncontrollable joy bloomed together on every face. Their gazes grew far hotter and more blatant than before, beginning to rake over my entire body.
Iseol noona watched her disciples' reactions with satisfaction before continuing.
"This is an enormous privilege and opportunity granted to our class. Students at other academy universities practice only with cold silicone models until graduation. Opportunities to learn by serving a man's precious body directly are almost never given."
She turned toward me, her eyes warm and full of respect.
"As you know, men inherently find it uncomfortable to expose their bodies to others."
"Despite that, Sihyuk has made this difficult decision to raise our class's learning efficiency and to help every one of you become an excellent wife in the future."
She turned back toward her disciples. Her voice grew even more solemn.
"The skin temperature of a living man, the minute tremors of muscle, the changes in breathing—we must feel and learn every one of these things directly if we are to be reborn as true first-class women."
She bowed deeply at the waist.
"Now, everyone, offer your thanks to Sihyuk."
The moment Iseol noona finished speaking, the twenty female university students seated before me all bowed in unison, expressing deep gratitude. Honestly, since I had harbored no such noble reasons at all and had only been thinking filthy thoughts, I felt a little embarrassed. Still, I managed a smile of my own and said something like, "Let's all work hard."
Once I finished speaking, everyone pushed desks and chairs to the back of the classroom in perfect unison. Then, as if they had rehearsed it, they neatly knelt before me. The sight of twenty women kneeling all at once and looking up at me was nothing short of a spectacle.
I was not yet erect, but I could feel their hot gazes locked on my cock. Under those stares I stripped off my pants and underwear. Some of the women gasped softly at the sheer fact that they were seeing a real cock.
"Whoa… so this is a cock…."
"Amazing…."
"I'm glad I was born…!"
"Hah, wah, hoo. This is really something else."
Only Iseol noona, Chaerin, and Subin—who had already seen my cock—kept relatively calm expressions.
"The first practice is observation meditation and the kiss of reverence. The goal is to cultivate both understanding of and awe toward the male genitals."
With Iseol noona's words a spotlight blazed down over my crotch. We had something like this in the classroom? Looking up, I could see lights and various devices mounted on the ceiling above the podium. Joyful murmurs and ragged breaths rose from every direction at the sight of my still-soft cock.
Noona took out a laser pointer and aimed it at me.
"This is the glans. The most sensitive place, where countless nerves are concentrated."
"Look at the thickness and direction of this vein. It is living proof that model Sihyuk's genitals are extremely healthy."
There was even pride in her voice. She sounded like a curator introducing the finest masterpiece in an art museum. The women gazed at my cock with a variety of expressions.
"We will now begin five minutes of meditation."
Iseol noona spoke in a low, measured tone.
"You must not think of the genitals before your eyes as an ordinary body part. Never take them lightly! This is the man you must serve. Silently repeat to yourselves what kind of beings you are and how you ought to treat a man."
The classroom fell utterly silent. Only the shallow breathing of more than twenty beauties and my cock—gradually warming under the weight of every gaze—existed in the room.
When the meditation ended, Iseol noona announced the next exercise.
"As you just learned in theory, it is time for the kiss of reverence upon model Sihyuk's cock. I will demonstrate first."
With every eye fixed on her, Iseol noona stepped forward onto the podium. She sank at my feet and, without the slightest hesitation, assumed a perfect dogeza. Quiet admiration burst from the women at that flawless posture of submission. Her suit skirt pulled taut, fully revealing the curve of her hips. She carefully lifted her head and lightly pressed her lips to the tip of my cock before withdrawing.
—Smack.
At the warm, soft sensation my cock twitched in response.
"If teeth make contact or breath feels too strong, it can cause discomfort. Therefore you must do it softly, filled only with respect."
Signaled by her kiss, my cock began to harden and swell in an instant. At the sight of it ballooning to an enormous size the women's eyes grew even wider. Iseol noona wore the unguarded, excited expression of a thrilled female. Then she kissed the tip of the swollen glans—the very urethral opening. When a bead of precum welled up she flicked her tongue out and licked it away. She continued down the shaft, kissing as she went, and carefully kissed each heavy hanging ball in turn from right to left.
"Now it is your turn."
When Iseol noona's demonstration finished, the female students came forward one by one. First was the vice president, Cha Ayeong—a cold beauty with long black hair and feline features. She always wore a haughty expression, yet the moment she prostrated before me in dogeza she looked utterly submissive, and it was hot. Ayeong left kisses all over my cock exactly as Iseol noona had done.
Unlike her icy image, her lips were scorching. Next was Chaerin. Unlike her usual grumbling self, perhaps because this was class, she prostrated politely. Chaerin's kisses were short but sincere; since that mouth already gave me regular sexual-relief fellatio, I relaxed a little. Then came Subin's turn. Face flushed with embarrassment, body trembling, she knelt before me. When her lips touched the glans, yesterday's sweet sensation flooded back and my cock pulsed even more fiercely. She startled, but that pure reaction only excited me further. Yeji approached with a bright smile and, unlike the others, kissed a little more intimately, making soft sounds; a smear of precum clung to her lips.
After that the cock-kisses of nearly twenty female students continued one after another. Only Baek Hayeon stayed out of it, quietly watching us from the back of the classroom. The women prostrated, pressed their lips to my cock, and looked up at me with eyes full of awe, respect—even love. Would I ever experience something like this again in my life? Unlike the cheap release of jacking off, a deep spiritual fulfillment and overwhelming satisfaction swept through my entire body. For the first time I understood just how powerful a pleasure it was to be respected and loved by so many women.
The women who had kissed my cock could not hide their own excitement and joy either. Each one spent well over a minute carefully finishing her service.
"Holy shit… I really kissed a guy's cock…."
"It's on a completely different level from imagination! It's alive!"
"Did you taste the precum? Yeji sucked it all up so I didn't get any."
"I should have smelled it a little longer…."
Amid their excited whispers the bell rang, ending first period.
When second period began, Iseol noona returned to the cool face of a strict teacher.
"The tongue is a muscle. You must use that tongue not merely as an organ for tasting but as a tool for men."
"If the force you put into the tongue is too strong the man feels pain; if too weak he feels nothing."
Practice followed at once. This time, however, I had nothing to do.
"The first drill is tongue-muscle training. Try tying a cherry stem with the tip of your tongue. It is highly effective for building both strength and precision, so practice it regularly on your own as well."
Everyone stuck out their tongues and began wrestling with cherry stems. Slightly protruding tips, white teeth flashing between red lips, and utterly serious faces combined into a strangely erotic scene. The women trained at their seats—tying stems or rapidly flicking their tongues up, down, left, and right. It looked comical, yet no one laughed. Every single one of them was deadly earnest.
"Next is temperature-control training."
Iseol noona handed out oral thermometers one by one.
"A man's genitals run slightly cooler than normal body temperature. Ideally your tongue should stay a little warmer than that—warm, never hot."
"Preferred fellatio temperatures differ from man to man, so you must practice precise control of the temperature inside your mouth in one-degree increments."
The women began practicing by alternately holding cold water and warm water placed at the front and back of the room. When noona ordered thirty-six degrees they hit thirty-six; when she ordered thirty-seven they hit thirty-seven.
"Before fellatio a woman must prepare her mouth in advance to the temperature her man prefers. For that you need both hot water and cold water."
Noona passed on tip after tip, stressing how crucial the amount of water held in the mouth really was.
Third period was devoted to controlling the texture of the tongue. Noona explained that the exact part of the tongue used could produce completely different sensations.
"The tip delivers sharp, thrilling stimulation, while the broad surface wraps and soothes."
"You can also regulate the amount of saliva to create varied textures that shift between dry and wet. This is the texture-variation technique of fellatio."
The women threw themselves into the drills exactly as taught—drawing in breath to dry the mouth, then stimulating the jaw to flood it with saliva, over and over. With nothing particular to do I simply watched. Even though they were practicing into empty air, their expressions stayed deadly serious. Some closed their eyes tightly while they worked their tongues. Those techniques will eventually be used on me, the practice model. Just imagining it made my lower body grow tight again.
In the final fourth period before lunch, Iseol noona once more projected an enlarged photograph of my cock onto the screen.
"Our last morning period will be devoted to glans caress techniques. We will practice them on Sihyuk shortly, so pay close attention."
The women's eyes sparkled brightly once more.