How Do You Like It When I Touch Your Pussy?
The sight of a female classmate from my own class secretly masturbating made my lower belly swell like it was about to burst.
Along with the lust came a flicker of mockery. This pervert who jerks off during lectures has the nerve to reject me in practicals? Was sucking a man's cock that disgusting to her?
I sank into thought for a moment.
If someone was watching me right now, what kind of behavior should I be showing?
Would a man overflowing with sexual desire simply walk past a female in heat right in front of him and look normal doing it?
No. Absolutely not.
So what was I supposed to do now?
What else? Fuck her, of course.
Just from a little clit play, Baek Hayeon had already climaxed and was panting hard. The pale nape of her neck, her white hair, and the trembling of those slender shoulders stoked my lust until I had to move.
I snatched up the pants and boxer briefs she had left on the floor.
Only then did Hayeon sense someone nearby and whip around.
What filled her pupils was the sight of me holding her pants and underwear, grinning mischievously.
"What were you doing all alone in a place this secluded?"
In an instant Hayeon's face flushed as red as a perfectly ripe tomato. Even as she covered her pussy with both hands, she snapped back with a defiant edge, as if she refused to lose.
"W-what the hell! Give those back right now! You pervert!"
"Hmm? Doesn't masturbating in a spot like this make you the bigger pervert?"
I deliberately dangled the pants in front of her with an irritating smirk.
When she lunged to snatch them, I pretended to hand them over and casually tossed them toward her body.
In the split second her eyes locked onto the floating underwear, my hand shot out and gently cupped her breast.
Those massive tits were so soft my fingers sank right in—too big to fit in one palm. Up close the sheer size hit even harder, almost violently.
"Kyaa…!"
The sound that burst out was far too cute to be called a real scream. I laughed, thoroughly amused.
Even while laughing I never stopped kneading her chest. After dealing only with women who always submitted obediently, seeing someone push back this fiercely got me rock-hard in a flash.
"L-let go of this! I won't let you get away with it!"
Hayeon thrashed, but the resistance felt more desperately cute than threatening.
I ignored it completely and used my free hand to brush her earlobe in a soft, teasing stroke.
"Heuk…! W-what are you…!"
Despite the words of rejection, her aroused body gave a sharp tremble and sent hot love juices trickling down between her thighs. All from a little breast play.
To make her realize the evidence herself, I swept the back of my hand up her wet thigh.
"Hit…!"
The fact that her body had reacted on its own made Hayeon's face burn even redder.
She glared at me as if furious, yet her eyes swirled with a mix of shame and pleasure.
She put strength into her arms trying to shake off the hand fondling her chest, but an ordinary girl like Hayeon could never overpower a man's strength.
Her body was so sensitive that just kneading her breasts made her legs give out; she swayed unsteadily.
"You're a guy, aren't you? Then why are you feeling it this much?"
I prodded right at the part where she went around claiming she was a man.
At my words Hayeon's shoulders flinched and stiffened. She glared resentfully, but her eyes were already hazy and unfocused from pleasure.
"And no man has pretty breasts like these."
I deliberately rubbed her areola in slow circles with my index finger.
"U-stop…!"
Hayeon bit her lip trying to hold back the moans, but it was useless. Her body was already reacting with exquisite sensitivity to every single touch of mine.
I slid the hand that had been playing with her ear downward and gently stroked the slick inner thighs coated in her juices.
"Did you masturbate today? I heard girls get heat sickness and it starts hurting if they don't relieve themselves regularly. Don't tell me that's why you were handling it alone out here?"
"N-no! I'm a man so I don't have anyth—ah…!"
I rested a finger on the soft lower belly right above her pussy and rubbed in lazy circles.
It wasn't direct stimulation, yet Hayeon's body trembled little by little as if I were caressing right below.
Even more love juice spilled from between her legs—enough that we could have fucked right then.
"Is there a spot you'd like me to touch? Go on, say it. Think of it as one 'man' helping another 'man' out. I'll make a special exception and touch it for you."
My teasing words twisted Hayeon's face with pure shame. But the distance between us kept shrinking. I whispered right against her ear.
"Where? Your chest? Or… here?"
I slowly slid the hand that had been rubbing her lower belly even lower until my finger finally rested against the glistening entrance of her pussy.
"Hiik…!"
Hayeon's body jerked violently upward as she climaxed on the spot.
"Huaaaang…!"
With that short, intense cry, another fountain erupted from her pussy.
All strength left her body; she collapsed into my arms and gasped for breath. Her first line of defense had crumbled that easily.
"Coming already? We haven't even started yet."
"No more… I don't want it… I'll scream…!"
"Go ahead and scream."
What good would screaming do?
I had only helped a college girl who was already masturbating. And in this world, the idea of a man sexually assaulting a woman was nonsense to begin with.
As long as the woman wasn't married to another man, a little breast fondling wasn't even a crime.
More importantly, I had my own reasons for pushing this hard.
"Haak, not there, hueuuut…!"
I brushed her finely trembling clit once with a soft stroke of my index finger.
Even while saying she would scream if I didn't stop, Hayeon put up no real resistance. The strength had left her hands long ago.
And above all, her face was already the face of an aroused female in heat.
She was dripping wet and waiting for my fingers, yet still saying stop. Once her body heated up, all I could see was her craving even more pleasure.
Having already thrown open the door to ecstasy, Hayeon's body had become far more sensitive than before.
I didn't stop. I slowly parted her soaked pussy lips with my finger.
—Squish, squish.
Lewd wet sounds echoed.
The more my finger moved, the more thick, sticky love juice poured out.
I deliberately locked eyes with Hayeon and smiled.
"Join the practicals next time. It's a shame if you're the only one who doesn't. Right?"
"I won't…! And get your hand out of my pussy right now, u-huu, eungt…!"
"You really want me to pull out? But your body looks like it's begging for more."
I stopped pinning her with force. Instead I took a step back, casually opening a path as if inviting her to run.
Only my index finger remained inside her pussy, moving in the tiniest increments.
But that very leisure froze Hayeon in place. She seemed completely torn between the thought that she should flee and a woman's instinct craving more touches.
Her thoroughly aroused pussy clenched and released on its own. Of course, every squeeze sent intense waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Since she couldn't decide and just stood there trembling, I made the choice for her.
—Squish-squish-squish!
"Huaaaa, aaaang…! Stop…! Wait, I said wait…! At least go slower, uht!"
When I suddenly began thrusting into her pussy, Hayeon grabbed my hand. Naturally I didn't stop.
Pfft, pfft—unable to hold back, love juice burst out and soaked my fingers.
Looking down I could see her clit standing stiff and proud, her thighs gleaming with juices.
"You want me to stop? Really?"
I didn't touch that tiny clit directly.
Instead I stopped thrusting into her pussy and circled the soft flesh around it, deliberately teasing her.
When the pleasure cut off so abruptly, Hayeon's body twisted her hips as if she couldn't stand it. Without even realizing what she was doing, she leaned against me and panted lewdly.
"Haa, heut… really stop…."
Before she knew it her lower body had pushed slightly toward me, and naturally my finger brushed her pussy again.
"You know you're rubbing your pussy against my finger while telling me to stop, right?"
I grinned and pressed down on her clit with the tip of my index finger.
"What? W-wait a sec, huaaaaang…!"
A scream incomparable to anything before tore from her throat as her body shook wildly once more.
The pleasure was more than she could handle; a single tear slipped free as she sprayed a fresh fountain.
The wild water-gun blast hit the floor with a wet splat, leaving a dark stain.
All strength drained from her; she slumped completely against me, gasping for air.
"Are you really a guy? Where else would you find a woman this lewd and cock-hungry?"
"I'm… a man…! I said I'm a man! Hueuk!"
Her body kept trembling, which only made her pussy rub against my finger again. That wasn't bad either.
"That just now was a man's reaction?"
My fingertip brushed her clit once more. Then, as if flicking away dust, I playfully tapped it—tok, tok, tok. Without stopping there I gave her breast a light squeeze.
"Kk, haeut…!"
This time not even a proper moan came out—just a sweet, sticky, broken cry of pleasure.
Like she had been struck by electricity, she clutched my shoulder and shuddered violently. Hayeon didn't know what to do with the ecstasy flooding her entire body.
Maybe having someone else touch her clit for the first time made this the greatest pleasure she had ever felt in her life.
Watching her like that, I smiled in satisfaction and brought my hand to my own waist.
—Click.
The sound of a metal buckle coming undone. That noise snapped Hayeon out of the fog of pleasure in an instant.
"Hiik!"
Honestly, I had let my guard down a little.
I never expected the same Hayeon who had been leaning against me like a heat-drunk female could suddenly produce that kind of explosive strength.
After a short scream she spun around, snatched up the pants that had fallen to the ground, and staggered away without looking back, fleeing the spot with desperate urgency.
It looked less like a terror-stricken escape and more like someone flustered and mortified scrambling to get away from an unbearably embarrassing situation.
I watched Hayeon's frantically retreating back and let out a small laugh. She was so cute I didn't bother chasing her.
"Hey! At least put the pants on before you run!"
I had no intention of forcing myself into someone who said no. I had only planned to make her suck me off, but she must have mistaken it for rape.
"Hm?"
Instead I ended up with something interesting in my hands.
At my feet lay the small white cotton boxer briefs she had been too flustered to grab.
They still held her body heat, her scent, and every intense reaction from moments ago, perfectly preserved.
There were a few love-juice stains on the panties, but since they were boxers rather than triangle panties they didn't turn me on that much.
"Guess I'll have to return these."
I grinned and slipped the panties—still heavy with her scent—into my pocket.
I looked back and forth between the thoroughly soaked floor and my cock, still rock-hard and showing no signs of calming down.
To deal with this unmanageable lust, I started walking toward the infirmary.