Sex and the Cosplay Club Freshman Welcome Party
The next day was Friday.
It was the break period with a little over ten minutes left until the bell rang for fourth period. The classroom was peaceful with the languid chatter of female students and the soft rustle of pens. My head, however, was a long way from that peaceful atmosphere.
Even after screwing Chaerin until dawn, my cock had not flagged in the slightest since morning. It was throbbing so hard it looked ready to force its way out of my pants, and the sight of it was almost frightening.
If it were only that I had a strong libido, I could have endured it—but the academy was packed with college girls built to get a man hard. Everywhere I looked there were nothing but beauties with full breasts and round asses, dressed to make a guy stare, and my brain felt like it was overheating.
To make matters worse, today’s caress practice class had given me no chance to come. So I had come to the Sex Treatment Room during this break.
I had thought about calling Chaerin or Subin to take care of my urge, but both of them were completely absorbed in preparing for their next class. A woman who wanted to become an excellent future wife could not afford to slack off on her caress studies. No—she must not. Once she married me, she would have to stroke me and handle my cock whenever she had a free moment. If she skipped caress class now, her skills would inevitably fall behind the other girls.
That was when the face of the girl I had fucked yesterday flashed through my mind.
Baek Hayeon.
Hayeon’s body was a living cluster of erogenous zones; every place I touched reacted. She had no real need to diligently learn caress techniques. Her pussy was such an absurdly exquisite piece of work that she was destined to become a wife kept purely for sex.
I was still mulling it over, but if I married Hayeon I really would end up fucking her nearly every day. So without further hesitation I pulled out my phone and sent her a message.
—Come to the Sex Treatment Room—
Not long after, the door to the Sex Treatment Room opened and Hayeon actually arrived. Her expression was not good; the purpose of the summons was written all over it. She looked at me with a faintly sulky face, but she did not refuse.
Apparently her body, already trained by me once yesterday, instinctively knew it could not defy my orders. If she had refused sex again and tried to run, I had planned to spend a full hour just playing with her clit.
Without a word I dragged her over to the bed. At a man’s aggressive lead, Hayeon’s wrist trembled faintly in my grip. That sensation only stoked the hunger inside me.
“W-wait, why aren’t you saying anything?!”
Hayeon cried out belatedly, as if resisting, but there was almost no force in her voice. Fear of the filthy things about to happen and an excitement she could not hide were tangled together in it.
I ignored that half-hearted resistance and began stripping her clothes off far more forcefully than I had yesterday. First I reached for the zipper of her loose jacket. It hissed downward with a sharp sound. Beneath it a white dress shirt came into view, and through that shirt the full, rounded contours of her breasts stood out clearly. I was glad she hadn’t come wearing compression bandages like last time.
Every time a hard plastic button flicked free under my fingertips, more of her pale skin was revealed. When I had undone every button, the two breasts that had been slightly constrained bounced free with elastic force.
“Ah…!”
A short moan burst from Hayeon’s lips.
“No compression bandages this time?”
“…I didn’t wear them because I was worried what you’d say.”
Cute as ever. When a girl was as pretty as Hayeon, whether she wrapped herself in bandages or played at being a tsundere, everything about her was adorable.
I wanted to fuck her badly enough that I didn’t waste time on anything else; I stripped every last scrap of clothing off her. In moments Hayeon was naked and pinned beneath me. Skin of an almost unreal white and cream, nipples a vivid light pink, and a pussy she was half-hiding with one hand. Her pelvis was broad and her ass full, yet her waist was slim and her breasts large. No matter how many times I looked, it was an unreal body. Staring at a naked woman built like this was something I would never get tired of for the rest of my life.
When I stared openly at her bare body, Hayeon quietly averted her eyes and muttered,
“It’s a little sudden today…”
That timid tone made me grin as I answered.
“You’re making me hard again today.”
“D-don’t treat me like that—like some girl!”
She flared up at my sexual praise, but the reaction only stoked my lust higher. With a metallic click my belt buckle came free. Foreplay was a luxury right now. And with a total pervert premature-cummer like Hayeon, her pussy was bound to get wet in no time.
So I shoved my cock into her without the slightest hesitation.
—Thud!
My swollen, hard glans parted the soft flesh of Hayeon’s pussy and sank in. Just as expected, even without any caressing and without any lube, Hayeon’s cunt—already aroused by the coercive situation—was not particularly dry. It accepted me with a slick, wet welcome, as if it had been waiting for my cock all along.
As my shaft carved into her inner flesh, Hayeon sucked in a sharp breath and put up a brief struggle.
“I’m not wet yet…! Hey! Hngh…!”
But that resistance collapsed with a single thrust. The moment my cock scraped up along her vaginal walls, a lewd moan spilled straight from her mouth.
“Hnn…!”
—Squelch!
My cock slid all the way in without resistance, and Hayeon forgot her earlier snappish attitude and went completely still. She only turned her head, buried her face in the pillow, and let out filthy little sounds. When I leaned my face a little closer she hurriedly covered her own mouth with both hands.
Women seemed to like attaching meaning to the act of kissing—only allowing their lips to a man they liked, for example. That was exactly why kissing them felt like conquering them. The sight of Hayeon refusing a kiss woke a mischievous streak in me. I stopped moving my hips and casually brought my left hand toward her clitoris. The instant my fingers brushed near her clit, Hayeon jerked her head up from the pillow in shock.
“Ah! Not there! Kiss me—please kiss me…!”
She desperately pulled me down. The memory of being endlessly toyed with by the clit last time had clearly been burned into her. Satisfied, I claimed her lips. Even while our tongues tangled I never stopped rocking my hips. I pounded Hayeon’s pussy like an animal.
“Nngh, hah, pussy—feels good…! Hn, hyaaang, aahng, ang…!”
Over the course of forty minutes Hayeon climaxed more times than I could count, and I came only twice. I scooped up the nearly unconscious Hayeon and carried her into the shower. While I washed her I carefully cleaned around her clitoris as well, and she almost wept with joy.
“Ah?! Don’t wipe the clit…! Hiiit?! Don’t—don’t wipe it! Kyaaahng…!”
She was so happy that her pussy squirted little spurts of love juice while I was simply washing her. I laid the thoroughly spent Hayeon on the bed. But watching her breathe so hard made me hard all over again. The way her heavy tits rose and fell with every breath had my cock standing stiff once more.
“W-we just washed… why are you coming closer? Hey, hey! Don’t come near me with your cock swinging like that! Don’t just casually put it in—don’t put it, ah, hnn…♡”
“Why do you keep licking my lips… mmph, churp, suck, smooch, ah, ang, ang, stop poking the entrance to my womb…! Hngk, I’m coming, coming, comingaaah…!”
“Haa, haa… euh?! Don’t lick the clit…! Ah, haak, hrgh, nngh…! Why are you so good at licking a clit. Nnh, ooh…♡”
I couldn’t hold back and thoroughly licked the clit she was so terrified of.
When lunchtime arrived I left the still-immobile Hayeon behind and stepped out of the Sex Treatment Room alone. I went with Chaerin and Subin, whose classes had just ended, to the Cosplay Club activities we had applied for last week.
I had expected an ordinary club room, but the place we headed for was a pretty little pension complex tucked into one corner of campus. Since it was the Cosplay Club’s first day and they were holding a freshman welcome party, we had come—and the gathering place turned out to be a pension. They had told us not to eat lunch before coming, so apparently we would be having a meal together.
“The academy has pensions too?”
At my question Subin nodded.
“Yeah. There are dorms, pensions, and even detached houses.”
“Men are in danger if they go outside, so they set things up so we can just hang out on campus without having to go far,” Chaerin added by way of explanation.
The pension we arrived at was a two-story wooden building large enough for a good twenty people to party together. There was even a small outdoor swimming pool in the front yard. The moment we opened the door and stepped inside, I froze in surprise.
“Uh…”
It was a sight that made me feel as if I had stepped into a manga world.
“The freshmen are here! Come on over!”
Filling the living room were upperclasswomen in every kind of cosplay imaginable. The first thing that caught my eye was the woman who appeared to be the club president—the same senior I had fucked last week. She was standing there like a savage Amazon warrior in a precarious bikini made of leaves. I had no idea how she had managed the cosplay, but unlike the pale skin of last week her skin was now a coppery bronze that radiated primitive allure.
Beside her another senior had body paint all over and only stickers covering her important parts, fluttering her eyes seductively. On another side an angel with enormous wings that looked like they belonged in an anime and a succubus complete with horns and tail were laughing and chatting happily. And among that crowd I spotted familiar faces.
The gyaru Lee Yuna was wearing a mesh outfit over a black bra. Lee Nari, the long-tongued blowjob genius, was in a reverse-bunny costume with stickers covering her breasts and pussy. Seeing a reverse-bunny outfit in real life made my chest pound with arousal.
Honestly, every last one of them was hot. If I had my way I would have dragged them to a bed one by one—or all of them at once—in those outfits.
“Whoa…”
I had always thought the streets were already lewd, but the Cosplay Club was on another level entirely. The girls’ outstanding figures, bare skin, and hobby all mixed together into a heat that washed over me in a thick wave.
“Huh? A guy!”
“He actually came!”
“Is that the freshman?”
“That rumor?”
“What rumor?”
“You know, that one… the kid who serves as the practice model.”