Training Hayeon's Pussy
The person who stepped out of the classroom was Student Council President Choi Seoa.
Her presence was completely different from the overwhelming figure I had seen on the podium during the freshman oath ceremony.
Back then her hair had been neatly tied up, but now her glossy gold-brown locks hung long and free. The cascading strands swayed gently with every movement, and her asymmetrical bangs partially veiled one eye, lending her an air of quiet mystery.
She wore a loose sky-blue blouse that hid the lines of her body and a long navy skirt that reached her ankles. The only skin on display was her wrists, ankles, and the slender line of her neck, yet that very restraint only sharpened her aristocratic aura.
"Huh. What the hell is this?"
She looked back and forth between Hayeon, standing naked in the middle of the hallway, and me with my hand resting on Hayeon's ass.
At first she merely frowned. Then, as she pieced the situation together, a cold sneer curved her lips. Eyes full of pure contempt locked onto my face.
"Just like a male whore."
She tossed the single line and didn't spare us another glance, walking away down the corridor to the steady click of her heels. I stayed rooted until the sound faded completely.
What was that look?
It wasn't simple hatred. I already couldn't understand why she would hate me just for being a man, but her gaze had been tangled with anger and resentment too. Being called a male whore didn't really bother me—it wasn't exactly wrong—but being hated for no reason felt strange.
Had I done something wrong? Did she know me from before I lost my memories?
I didn't get the chance to dwell on it. A muffled cry burst from beside me.
—Pshhhhhh!
"Hyaaaah…!"
Hayeon's short scream tore out as love juices sprayed across the hallway floor like a fountain. Being caught in her most shameful state by a stranger—especially the beautiful student council president—had shattered her orgasm limit. The humiliation itself must have flipped straight into sexual stimulus; her face was twisted in an enormous climax.
—Thud.
Her legs gave out and she dropped to her knees. Her pale body trembled in fine spasms while hot juices pooled between her thighs.
I was briefly speechless at the ridiculous sight. I decided to push every thought of the student council president out of my head for now and pulled the collapsed Hayeon up.
"Let's get inside first."
I carried her into the nearest men's Sex Treatment Room. The moment the door shut I tossed her clothes onto the side sofa and sat her on the big bed in the center of the room. Still half out of it, Hayeon stared blankly, dazed that she had climaxed naked in front of another woman.
I settled behind her at once, wrapping my solid arms around her upper body so she couldn't properly resist, pinning her arms tight as well.
"Ah—huh? What are you doing?"
I spread her legs with my own and locked them open, then brought my hand straight back to her clitoris.
"Hey! Stop!"
Hayeon twisted, but it was already too late.
—Tsubabababat!
There was no foreplay this time. I rubbed her clit hard and fast, like strumming a guitar string. The little bud that had retreated under its hood during the brief rest swelled again and pushed back out into the open. At least the earlier climax had left plenty of slick.
"Why—why are you doing this?! Kyaah! Stop it, stop iiiit…!"
Her mouth fell wide open under the sudden assault and a loud moan ripped free. I stayed silent while I tormented her. Silence, I knew, only deepened the fear. My sole goal was to break this sharp-tongued girl's spirit. A cat being feisty is cute; a cat that actually scratches is not. So I was going to make sure she never dared show her claws—and plant the weight of my existence deep inside her heart.
"Let go of me, you fucking pervert!"
She thrashed and tried to shove my arms away, but she couldn't overpower a man's strength. Her resistance was meaningless. Completely restrained, she could only twist her upper body a little. We were alone in a perfectly soundproofed room. No one was coming to save her.
Her struggle was desperate, yet her body stayed honest. Every stroke of my fingers made her hips jerk, and juices kept pouring from between her legs without pause. Ignoring her thrashing, I pressed even harder on her clit. When I crushed the sensitive nub under my thick fingers, her whole body twitched like she was losing her mind.
"Hyaaaah…!"
First forced orgasm. Her body went rigid and convulsed. I didn't stop. I kept relentlessly working the hypersensitive spot still fluttering from the aftershocks.
"Hauk, stop…! I just—I just came…! Hiik!"
The second climax hit far sooner. This time she couldn't even scream properly—just strangled gasps while she clutched the sheets.
The girl who had started with curses and struggle began, after several forced orgasms, to sob and beg me to stop touching her. That sharp voice was now soaked in tears and trembling pitifully.
I eased the crushing pressure on her clit for a moment, just enough to give her a flicker of hope. Instead I lightly scraped the soft flesh around it with a fingernail—feather-soft, tiny, delicate strokes. The new ticklish, aching sensation made her hips twist and flinch. She held her breath, face confused.
"Hauh…! Why… like that…?"
"You hate this too?"
"No… it's not… that…"
A moment later I felt her body lean harder against me. The instant she seemed to relax, I suddenly put full force back into my fingers and ground the swollen little bean without mercy.
"Oot, hauk, uuuh, huuuh…!"
Pleasure that seemed to numb her brain rolled her eyes back. When resistance finally proved useless, Hayeon switched to coaxing.
"I want to have sex…! Stop rubbing my clit and just slam me with your cock!"
Her pitiful voice dug into my ear, but I wasn't fooled. I slowed down instead, rubbing carefully so that every single stroke burned itself deep into her mind. Her body spasmed in perfect time with each movement of my fingers.
She still didn't give up, cooing at me in hopes the torment would end.
"I don't want fingers anymore… please stuff my pussy with your thicker, better-feeling cock…!"
—Pshuut!
The words had barely left her mouth when another hot jet of love juice sprayed from her cunt. I didn't pull my wet fingers away; I just pressed down hard again on the clit still quivering from climax.
"Hiiik, hiik, nngh, please stop making me squirt, I want Sihyuk's cock inside me…!"
"I came, I came, I caaame…! I just—I just came so why do you keep—hyaang! Haa, haa, my pussy's going weird…!"
"My head feels strange…! Please, just…! Stop the clit, oguuuh…! Let me rest, please!"
"I love you, I love you! I won't call you a man anymore so stop, stooop…! Hgyaaaaah!!"
"Why me?! Why the clit of all things?! I'm a guy, I'm actually a guy, so stop the clit, please listen to me, I hate it, I haaate iiiit…!"
—Dribble…
Pitiful pleas and sweet screams mixed and spilled out, but I never stopped.
Thirty minutes passed like that.
Hayeon's face was a mess of tears and drool as she trembled over a pussy that could no longer even produce climax juice. The bed was already soaked with everything she had sprayed. By now she seemed to understand I was doing this to train her.
"Huuu… uh, uh, o-ooh, ohoook♡"
No longer sounding like a college girl, she let out pure female moans and fainted.
"Huu… still lasted pretty long for a premature pussy."
I looked at her slightly swollen red clit and wondered if I had gone too far, then decided it had been necessary. After giving her a short while to catch her breath, I picked up the lube sitting by the bed and poured a generous amount over my cock and her cunt for the dried-out insides.
Then, mouth full of water, I suddenly thrust into her pussy.
—Tzuk-eok!
The lube made the entry smooth. The second my cock sank in, even unconscious, her walls instinctively clamped tight around me.
"Uh, uuh, ah…?"
The stimulation slowly brought her back. I kissed her and fed her the water from my mouth. She was so thirsty she gulped it down greedily. After squirting nonstop it was no surprise her throat was dry. I gave her a few more mouthfuls of water, then began properly rolling my hips over her body.
Hayeon no longer resisted. The sharp little cat had already turned into a meek female, moaning weakly and clinging tightly to me.
I spent a long time after that thoroughly wrecking her.