Sex Through the Glory Hole
The next morning, Saturday, I headed to the academy with Chaerin and Subin.
We were going to take part in the confession that had gone up as a notice in the class group chat the day before.
The building reserved for confessions stood apart from the main hall where we took classes. The corridor was lined with waiting chairs stretched out like a hospital wing, and the female classmates who had already arrived sat with every kind of expression on their faces.
According to what I had looked up over breakfast that morning, I alone would have to hear the confessions of nearly twenty girls from the same class.
Once everyone had gathered, Iseol noona began explaining the day’s rite out in the hallway.
“All right, everyone, quiet down and focus on me. Today’s activity is a sacred rite—the Confession of Desire. You may feel a little afraid or embarrassed about baring yourself to a man. But once you’ve done it, you’ll find yourselves aching for this time instead.”
Her calm voice carried clearly down the corridor.
“As women you were born with powerful sexual desire. Yet that desire can sometimes leave you confused, tangled up with old wounds or shame, breeding mental unrest and needless stress. That confusion becomes a serious obstacle when it comes to serving men.”
She paused to draw a breath and swept her gaze across her students’ faces one by one. Her eyes met mine for a brief moment as well.
“Confession is the rite that lets you realize your desire is not sinful beyond reason. It is the process of laying everything bare before a man and having it acknowledged as nothing more than a natural impulse directed toward him.”
“At the same time, the Confession of Desire is healing. Some of you surely carry sexual trauma from past experiences. Those dark memories poison your hearts. So pour everything out to a man through confession. By receiving his merciful absolution, you can heal those old wounds and free yourselves from the memories.”
Iseol noona finished speaking and fixed her gaze on me. Her eyes held a trace of excitement and deep respect—the look men deserved from women.
“So do not be afraid. Confession is salvation. I hope every one of you will emerge from this sacred rite one step more mature, reborn as perfect wives. You each have ten minutes. Use them well.”
When the explanation ended, I followed her guidance through the door on the left and entered the room.
A faint scent of wood filled a space that was dim and cozy. A single chair sat inside, and in front of it stood a wooden partition. Beyond the partition was the space where a woman would come in to make her confession.
Because of the screen, even if someone entered through the right-hand door, you could not identify who it was. It was clearly a device meant to protect the women’s anonymity, though any girl from the same class would be recognizable by voice alone. Purely formal, then.
And right in the center of the partition a hole had been cut, a little larger than a fist.
So this is the Confessional.
I was about to sit when I noticed a sheet of paper lying on the chair.
1. Your duty is to listen to the woman’s confession, ask questions, and finally grant forgiveness.
2. Order of proceedings: The woman kneels and begins her confession. Once she finishes, you may question her on the basis of what she has confessed.
3. Every woman in the Confessional wears a lie-detection bracelet. If she lies, a siren will sound from the bracelet.
4. Tell her that a woman’s desire is no great sin, and forgive her.
5. Nothing heard here may ever be spoken of outside. Remember what you hear only within the Confessional, and forget it once you leave.
It was a rule sheet, so I had tensed up a little, but there was nothing particularly intimidating about it. I relaxed and settled deep into the chair. A moment later the right-hand door opened and shut, and someone came in and knelt.
“Since it’s your first time, I’ll show you how it’s done.”
The voice alone told me exactly who it was. Homeroom teacher Iseol noona.
“I confess my sin. Though I am a teacher, I am in love with my student Sihyuk. I have masturbated to him, and I have thought about having sex with him.”
She laid bare her desire without the slightest concealment, a little abruptly. I had not expected her to move so fast and was still half-distracted; I quickly straightened my back.
“When I rested my head on his arm, I was happier than anything. When his hard cock entered me, I was grateful to be a woman.”
“I harbor filthy desire toward him, and in my mind I have raped him countless times. I have seen his stiff cock in my dreams more times than I can count.”
No siren sounded from the bracelet, so all of it was true. I considered what to ask and then spoke.
“How often do you masturbate?”
“Only three times a day.”
Her voice carried a quiet pride at how little that was. Other women must do it more, then.
“What do you use?”
“My fingers. Other toys can stretch a pussy wider, so I don’t use them.”
“When we had sex, how many times did you climax?”
“…I came so many times I don’t really know.”
“Where did my cock feel best when it hit you?”
“The entrance to my womb. Every time it struck there, my mind went completely white.”
“Do you still want to have sex with me?”
“Yes. I want to even now.”
Then I tossed her an interesting question.
“Are you… wet right now?”
Silence settled beyond the partition. After a short while her trembling voice answered.
“…Yes.”
I rose from the chair and peered through the hole in the partition. Neatly dressed in a tailored suit, noona was kneeling. It must have been the first time a man had looked through the screen; her face registered open fluster.
“Th-that hole is only for hearing better—you’re not supposed to look across.”
I pulled my eye away from the hole and answered with complete confidence.
“The whole reason we hold confession is because of women’s sexual desire. It’s fine for me, as a man, to understand and forgive the worries that desire creates… but wouldn’t the best thing be to relieve that desire directly?”
“What?”
“For example, by pushing this partition aside and having sex right now.”
“B-but… confession is a sacred rite performed without knowing who the other person is…”
Apparently confession really was an important ceremony in this world. The fact that noona dared talk back to me, a man, told me as much. Of course I did not give up. A better idea had already come to me.
“Then how about this. I’ll put my cock through this hole, and you use it to work off your lust.”
“What?!”
The suggestion that we turn the Confessional hole into a glory hole left her stunned.
“All those filthy fantasies you had while looking at me, all the desire you felt for me—vent them on my cock right now, as much as you want.”
While we traded lewd words my cock had gone fully hard; I lined it up with the hole and pushed it through. The opening was large enough that the head slipped easily to the other side. Beyond the partition I heard noona suck in a sharp breath.
For a moment nothing moved. Then came the soft rustle of clothing.
And then…
Chuuup.
Something warm and wet closed around my cockhead. Noona’s mouth.
Oh, starting with a blowjob, huh.
“Hnn, chuuup, chuuup…”
I had been getting more sex than oral lately, so the feel of her mouth-pussy was especially good. She worked her tongue with practiced skill, wet little sounds filling the space as she pleasured my cock. After about a minute she pulled her lips away.
Then something even warmer and far wetter touched me—Iseol noona’s pussy entrance.
Tzzgeok…
“Haaah…!”
And so, right in the middle of confession, I began having sex with noona through the glory hole on the other side of the partition. The filthy talk earlier must have left her thoroughly soaked; my cock slid in with almost no resistance.
Short, shaky breaths reached me from beyond the screen.
“Hnn…!”
The soft, warm walls that were uniquely hers wrapped around me. Yet it felt different from our usual sex. Maybe it was the strange situation—faces and bodies invisible, only our genitals joined.
“Haa, haa, ahn, we’re not supposed to do dirty things in the Confessional…! Hauu, uuuh…!”
I liked the way her pussy twitched and squeezed me. With my vision limited, every tactile sensation sharpened. I could feel every single fold of her inner walls.
The feeling was strange. It was as if I had stopped being human and become nothing more than a giant dildo that existed solely to process sexual desire. And somehow that was fun. Maybe because it was the first time I had been treated this way.
From start to finish I stayed perfectly still. Beyond the partition Iseol noona moved diligently on her own. In a doggy-style stance with her ass presented, she rocked her hips back and forth, pistoning herself on me.
Not having to thrust made for comfortable sex. All I had to do was be the cock stuck through the wall and receive the pleasure she gave me. On the other side she must have been slamming her hips against the partition, body rocking hard. Just imagining it made my lower half burn hotter.
Wet moans leaked through from beyond the screen.
“Ah, ah, nngh, huu, haa, haaang…!”
Chap chap chap!
The wet slap of her flesh against the partition and my cock rang out in steady rhythm. The motion was unfamiliar to her; every time her legs trembled, my cock plunged into places it never reached during ordinary sex. The more unusually it struck her, the higher her moans climbed.
Iseol noona kept rocking her hips, voice thick and lewd. Without meaning to I almost pushed my own hips forward, but I held back. This was still a confession, after all—I ought to let her handle it herself.
Before long her movements grew frantic.
“Haa, haa! I-I’m going to come…! Nngh, nngh, hnnngh…!”
She climaxed first, easily. Her pussy convulsed and clamped down hard around my cock. I still had not finished, which left me a little disappointed, but there was nothing to be done about it. The promised ten minutes were almost up.
Beep-beep-beep-beep.
The moment ten minutes passed, the timer went off with ruthless precision. Noona pressed her lips to my cock one last time and gave me a cleanup fellatio. Her warm, wet tongue licked away every remaining trace until I was clean.
“Huuu…”
A sigh heavy with regret drifted through the partition. She must have been disappointed she only got to come once.
Soon I felt her leave the room. I tucked my still-hot cock back into my underwear.
I would do the same with the next girl.