Teacher, Please Relieve Me with Sex
My body was still burning after coming so close to sex with Hayeon. Even after stepping inside the building, that sticky heat clung to my skin.
The feel of Hayeon’s breasts and pussy lingered vividly on my fingertips.
But that was nowhere near enough to quench my lust.
I needed to cum at least once.
So I planned to unload thoroughly with the health teacher.
I was debating whether to get a paizuri from those voluptuous breasts of hers or go straight to full sex when, at the far end of the hallway, a familiar silhouette came into view.
Perfect, unhurried steps. A woman whose tight suit left nothing of her fuckable figure to the imagination. My homeroom teacher—Iseol noona.
She was heading for the faculty office, a few folders tucked under her arm.
Click. Click. The crisp sound of her heels echoing down the corridor teased my cock in the most delicious way.
On the outside she was every inch the educator, but I already knew exactly how filthy the moans that poured out of her during sex could get.
In an instant my plan shifted. The health teacher would have to wait for next time.
I walked straight toward Iseol noona.
“Teacher!”
Remembering we were still inside the academy, I called out as politely as I could. She turned and smiled brightly the moment she saw me.
“Oh my, Sihyuk. What a coincidence. Were you out for a walk?”
Her voice sounded even softer and sweeter in the quiet hallway. But I had no room left in my head for any wholesome sentiment.
After that encounter with Hayeon my body was screaming for release—right now. And I wanted that release buried inside a pussy.
I took another step closer and whispered so no one else could hear.
“Teacher, please give me sexual relief.”
At that blunt request Iseol noona’s eyes went wide for a second. Then a smile slowly curved her lips.
Being asked for sexual relief by a man always made a woman feel good. That was just common sense in this world.
“Right now?”
“Yes. Right this second.”
My firm tone painted a faint flush across her cheeks.
“Understood. Follow me.”
She strode confidently toward the Sex Treatment Room.
Her gait was as elegant as always, yet somehow her hips seemed to sway a little wider than usual.
Was she unconsciously shaking her ass in anticipation of the service she was about to give? Or was she deliberately trying to seduce me?
Either way, those plump, juicy hips of hers would soon be in my hands.
We walked the rest of the hallway in silence and stopped in front of the door to the male Sex Treatment Room.
When noona opened it, a spacious room appeared—plush sofa, large bed, even a shower.
Before she could say a word I unbuckled my belt without a moment’s hesitation.
At the sound her shoulders gave a little twitch. I shoved my pants and underwear down and freed the cock that was already raging hard.
The same cock that hadn’t gotten its release with Hayeon earlier. A little precum still clung to it from when I’d been fingering a girl’s pussy.
“Teacher.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and called to her as she still stood by the door.
“Could you do what we learned today for me again?”
Iseol noona instantly understood. A playful smile bloomed across her face.
“Hehe. I can’t very well refuse a student’s request for review, now can I?”
Without the slightest hesitation she dropped to her knees at my feet. The tight skirt of her suit stretched taut, putting her full, round hips on shameless display.
Then she planted both palms on the floor and lowered her forehead all the way down into a perfect dogeza—the ultimate posture of submission.
“The homeroom teacher assigned to sexual relief today: Yoon Iseol.”
Of all the dogeza poses I’d seen so far, this one pleased me the most. I nodded with a satisfied smile.
Noona carefully lifted her head. Eyes swirling with reverence and raw lust fixed on my cock. Slowly she brought her lips forward.
—Chup.
Soft lips lightly kissed the tip of my glans and pulled away. Of course that was only the beginning.
Her lips moved with exquisite precision, making a pilgrimage across every part of my cock.
The shaft, the ridged veins along the side, even my balls. Chup. Chup. Chup. The sight of her kissing me so reverently yet so obscenely made my cock swell to its absolute limit.
“I’ll teach you how to properly caress the shaft next time we do sexual relief.”
She grinned and opened her mouth.
“Instead, today I’ll give you a handjob you haven’t learned yet.”
The low whisper that left her lips no longer belonged to a gentle teacher.
It was thick, sultry, and dripping with confidence. She held up the thermos sitting nearby.
“For temperature control—the foundation of fellatio—amateurs need both hot and cold water. An expert only needs the hot.”
Noona took a mouthful of the hot water from the thermos, swallowed it with a soft gulp, then brought her lips back to my cock.
“Oh…!”
This was on a completely different level from the fellatio ordinary college girls gave.
A cozy, gently warm softness enveloped my entire glans. It felt like dipping the head of my cock into perfectly heated water—strangely pleasant and snug.
Tension melted out of my body as if I were receiving a massage.
Every light stroke of her tongue across the glans sent just the right amount of warmth racing along my nerves and flooding through me.
Suddenly her tongue flattened and blanketed the whole head of my cock. While that broad tongue slowly rotated over my glans, her hand had already wrapped around the shaft and begun stroking at a steady rhythm.
—Slurp. Slurp.
The soft dance of her tongue and the smooth friction of her palm blended together before I even realized it.
The moment our eyes met, her tongue changed tactics. The tip crawled slowly along the ultra-sensitive ridge right beneath the glans.
She was gently licking the corona where head met shaft. While her tongue worked, her hand stopped stroking and simply gripped the base of my cock.
A sharp jolt of pleasure shot straight through me from top to bottom. Tickling with her tongue while squeezing the root… this was incredible.
Whether she remembered I’d said I preferred counterclockwise or not, she kept licking that ridge in a steady counterclockwise circle.
Not long after, the third technique arrived.
Noona lightly gripped my cock and began rubbing the glans against the roof of her mouth instead of her tongue.
Completely different from tongue—firm yet silky smooth.
Unbearable pleasure, like she was gently scraping that hypersensitive spot, rose from the root of my cock.
At the same time her fingers began softly rolling my balls.
Rough above, gentle below. I couldn’t keep my mind straight.
Her control of pace was insane. While I was still lost in admiration, the inside of her mouth changed again.
The wet, sloppy cavity from a moment ago dried out in seconds after she took a few controlled breaths.
The slick sensation turned dry and rough; friction skyrocketed. I’d thought my glans had gone a little numb after being hard for so long—that was a mistake.
The sudden dryness was so intense it made my vision flash white.
Her hand transformed too. The gentle stroking had become a fierce, tight-fisted handjob, pumping hard and fast.
And then the final technique. The tip of her tongue sharpened into a point and began attacking my urethra directly.
—Tap. Tap. Taptaptap.
Short, rapid, merciless stimulation. This was cheating.
Violent pleasure like an electric shock surged up from deep inside me.
Noona wrapped her left hand around the upper half of my cock and her right around the lower, then shook even harder.
What was truly terrifying was that when I gritted my teeth and refused to cum, she simply started the entire cycle of techniques over from the beginning.
Sometimes she changed the order. Sometimes she intensified every sensation until it was even more overwhelming.
Her fellatio was so masterful I couldn’t hold out any longer.
I managed to survive the second cycle, but anything beyond that was impossible.
“Hah… hah… I’m gonna cum.”
At my words she sucked even more eagerly, as if she’d been waiting for exactly that. Her cheeks hollowed with powerful suction.
The feeling of my glans being pulled deep into her mouth hit at the same moment a scorching heat erupted from the depths of my balls.
My thighs locked up and I came hard.
—Burrrrrt! Burrrt! Burrrrrt!
A massive flood of thick white semen poured straight down her throat.
Even while I was ejaculating, noona didn’t flinch once. She simply took everything. She never stopped the handjob and even gently massaged my balls the whole time.
After wringing out the very last drop she pulled my cock free and swallowed with a clear, wet gulp. Perfect finish.
Looking up at me with a seductive expression, she took my still-twitching cock back into her mouth.
“I’ll clean you up.”
Her tongue licked from the shaft all the way down to my balls, thoroughly wiping away every sticky trail of saliva and cum.
Somehow she left almost no spit behind.
Looking at my cock—cleaner now than when it had been coated in precum—I smiled in pure satisfaction.
“The cleanup’s perfect too.”