The Coeds' Blowjob Skills Keep Getting Better
“Baek Hayeon. Why are you skipping the posture of submission and the kiss of worship?”
“…Ah.”
At noona’s reprimand, Hayeon’s face flushed deep red with shame. She looked like she wanted nothing more than to refuse.
She bit her lip and glared up at me, but in the end she had no choice. She sank to her knees at my feet, then bent so low that her forehead nearly touched the floor—a perfect dogeza.
When she slowly lifted her head again, her expression was a complete mess of humiliation and fury.
With trembling lips she pressed a kiss to my fully erect cock, her face twisted in pure revulsion.
Glans, shaft, even my balls—every time her mouth touched me, her lips spasmed as if she were fighting a seizure.
This is actually insanely hot in its own way.
Watching a woman who clearly despised cocks—and a beauty like her, no less—force herself to kiss mine while making no attempt to hide how much she hated it… it was incredible. I felt a brand-new, twisted preference starting to form. Every other girl looked ready to die of pleasure for me; Hayeon alone was different. That difference was fresh, and it turned me on hard.
At the same time I felt a flicker of pity for the girl trapped inside a bizarre delusion that she was a man, suffering because of it.
Once the kisses were done, Hayeon reluctantly began the blowjob. And honestly? She was terrible.
Given how much she hated even touching a cock, it was only natural.
“Ugh….”
Every second of contact screamed her disgust. Her lips never properly sealed, and her tongue stayed stiff as a board. On top of that my cock was so big she couldn’t even get halfway down the shaft, let alone the base.
“Baek Hayeon, you clearly haven’t practiced expanding the space inside your mouth properly.”
Noona’s voice cut sharp as a blade.
“As all of you can see, to satisfy a male model with genitals the size of Sihyuk’s, deep-throating all the way into the throat is essential.”
“But even if you haven’t learned deep-throating yet, sucking this passively will never give him any real pleasure.”
Hayeon ignored the lecture and just moved her mouth clumsily, desperate to finish as fast as possible. Watching her, a mischievous urge rose in me.
Still seated, I stretched one leg out and casually lifted the tip of my shoe. From behind no one could see as I pressed the toe firmly against the crotch of Hayeon’s jeans—right over her pussy.
“Hhk…?!”
Her whole body jerked at the sudden stimulation. She froze mid-suck and stared up at me in shock, but I kept a perfectly blank, innocent face.
“You heard the teacher, right? Start over.”
Whether Iseol noona noticed me grinding her pussy or not, she backed me up completely.
“What’s wrong? Your concentration slipped. Begin again.”
At noona’s icy command Hayeon had no choice but to take my cock back into her mouth, tears of pure resentment in her eyes. I immediately resumed rubbing the most sensitive spot between her legs with the tip of my shoe.
She glared daggers at me, but she still had to keep sucking. I pressed harder.
“Haa, nn…!”
The moment her pussy was stimulated, her blowjob sped up—just a little. She was thrashing like she was trying to hold off climax by force.
Too late. That pathetic, hypersensitive pussy of hers was already at the edge after only a few presses of my shoe.
—Pssshht!
“Hyaaaang…!”
A short scream tore out of her as girl-cum sprayed from her pussy like a fountain.
Her jeans and panties soaked through in an instant; thick strands of fluid dripped onto the classroom floor.
All strength left her body. She buried her face against my cock and gasped for air.
“Whoa… Hayeon’s already developed a mouth-pussy?”
“She came from just a blowjob….”
“My, climaxing from fellatio alone. What an unexpected talent.”
“I thought she was just being sloppy, but it was because her mouth-pussy is that sensitive.”
“Isn’t mouth-pussy training an elective next semester? She’s already doing advanced work?”
The coeds behind us murmured in pure admiration. I kept a straight face while laughing on the inside—no one had noticed my footwork.
Next up was Vice President Cha Ayeong. Her outfit was modest and covered a lot of skin, yet it clung so tightly that her flawless figure only stood out more.
Same as Iseol noona—clothes designed for big-breasted women seemed to be the fashion in this world.
Ayeong’s blowjob was close to perfect. If I hadn’t already received Iseol noona’s first, I would have been genuinely impressed. Eighty out of a hundred. Noona was a ninety-five.
“Technically excellent overall, but the transitions between techniques still aren’t smooth enough. Once you get more familiar with my cock, you’ll be perfect.”
Ayeong simply nodded without the slightest change of expression and returned to her seat.
Next was Subin. She had dressed a little more revealingly than usual—probably for me—showing off her navel in a tight tank top.
“I-I’ll start…!”
Subin had clearly been practicing her jaw muscles; she took more of my cock than last time. Still nowhere near the base, of course. But unlike Hayeon, every clumsy lick was packed with genuine devotion. Watching her work her tongue so earnestly was adorable.
Fifty points. I graded coldly. Still far better than Hayeon’s thirty.
“Still rough, but I can see the effort. Keep practicing and you’ll improve fast.”
My feedback was short. Honestly everything so far had been lacking; all I could really say was “practice hard.”
Next came Chaerin. After the morning practice she looked full of confidence. Her skin-tight pants flaunted the firm curves of her ass and thighs.
“I took yesterday’s feedback to heart. Today I’m going to do it perfectly.”
With a determined expression she dropped to her knees in front of me. Confidence radiated from every movement.
—Chuuup.
A warm, wet sensation wrapped my entire cock. Definitely better than yesterday. Pressure control was steadier; there was almost no wasted force.
“How is it? Good, right?”
The way she mumbled around my cock was cute as hell. Instead of answering I simply stroked her hair.
Chaerin tried the spiral technique she had been taught—tongue starting at the glans, slowly tracing a helix down toward the base, then climbing back up again.
Clumsy but earnest. The sight of her trying so hard made my hips twitch without meaning to.
One by one she demonstrated every technique she had learned. Especially when she sucked the glans in with her lips, a delicious sense of wrongness shot through my whole body.
“Good job. Way better than yesterday.”
When the practice ended and I praised her, Chaerin’s face lit up like a lamp.
Even so, after all that hard work she only scored around sixty-five.
“Pressure’s still a little weak, and the tongue movement is awkward.”
The classic praise-then-cold-feedback combo made her bite her lip in frustration.
Next was Yeji. Short skirt, white blouse—anyone could tell she had dressed to look slutty on purpose.
“I’m in your hands, Class President!”
She greeted me coolly before starting, but the moment she dropped into dogeza her eyes turned dead serious.
“Chuuup, chuuup…!”
Yeji’s blowjob was pure power. The suction inside her mouth was enormous.
Her tongue was a bit rough, but she more than made up for the lack of technique with overwhelming physicality.
Sometimes she lost control of the force and it almost hurt—yet that razor-edge danger only made it more exciting. Seventy points.
“Once you get better at controlling the strength, it’ll be even better.”
A flicker of disappointment crossed Yeji’s face, but she quickly flashed a bright grin and returned to her seat.
Then came the gyaru, Yuna. Off-shoulder top, choker, black sheer blouse that let her black bra show through. Today’s outfit was pure sex.
With a confident smile she knelt in front of me.
“Class President, time to eat~”
She winked cutely and began. Her blowjob was art. Especially the way she looked up at me with those heavily made-up eyes while smiling—it was maddeningly hot.
I had already noticed when she sucked just the head last time: her tongue was incredibly soft. Technically she was on the same level as Vice President Cha Ayeong, but the texture of that tongue and the melting eye-smiles she kept giving me were on another plane.
“Chuk, churrp, hehe. Does my tongue feel good? Want me to just keep licking the head? Or the shaft?”
That little bit of playful leisure made Yuna’s blowjob even more special.
Eighty-five points. The kind of blowjob I could take every single day.
When I told her she just needed to get a little more familiar with my cock, she nodded, promised me even better next time, and walked away.
Finally the girl with the long tongue stepped forward—Lee Nari.
Tall and slender, yet with unmistakably full breasts and hips; the mini dress she wore today suited her perfectly.
Nari smiled at me, but there was a faint arrogance in her eyes. And from what I knew of her, she had every right to it.
She was the best blowjob artist in our class, after all.
Technique, pressure, temperature control—everything was flawless. The way she constantly watched my face and adjusted her tongue, lips, and suction in real time was genuinely impressive.
She didn’t stop there. With her free hand she began gently stroking the inside of my thigh.
“Oh… ho….”
The pleasure was electric. Every muscle around my cock clenched tight and turned hypersensitive.