At the Academy, We Learn Sex
Time after that flew by in the blink of an eye.
Practical lessons filled every day at the academy. True to its nickname as the Bitch Academy, the curriculum could not have been more ideal.
Before long every girl in my class had mastered not only blowjobs but paizuri, handjobs, kissing—every kind of caress imaginable. They had grown so dripping with sex appeal that the shy freshmen from the first day of school were impossible to recognize.
Thanks to them I learned firsthand just how many ways there were in this world to make a cock stand at full attention.
For the past two months I had been burying myself almost daily in the bodies of women I could already call mine. Chaerin, who diligently handled my sexual processing at home with her pussy, went without saying. Then there was Subin, whom I summoned whenever I felt bored for a round of sex; Noona Iseol, who slipped into the Sex Treatment Room every lunch hour; and Yuna and Nari, who never failed to show up on Fridays in brand-new cosplay and beg for a threesome.
That was only the beginning. Yeji, with whom I swam naked in a reserved pool and mated like animals underwater; Hayeon, who always put up a weak resistance until a single brush of her clit turned her into a drooling idiot; the pretty seniors from the cosplay club; random beauties I spotted in the academy corridors; even the school nurse—every single day I had thick, sweaty sex with at least two women.
While the girls studied hard and grew at the academy, I grew a great deal myself.
The weather had fully turned to spring, and the outfits of the women on the streets had grown even bolder. On the way to the academy this morning I even saw a pair of sisters walking completely naked. They had their arms linked through a man’s on either side; he wore a look of pure annoyance yet kept kneading their asses for them. Their hair was the same color and their faces so uncannily alike that I assumed they were sisters.
Subin murmured, “Look, a mother and daughter serving the same guy. I’m jealous,” but surely they couldn’t actually be mother and daughter. Surely…
Anyway, we arrived at class a little early. Today I had promised Chaerin and Subin a date after school, so the moment we sat down we started talking about it. After weeks of nothing but home–academy–home–academy, I had been the one to suggest getting out and seeing more of the world.
Chaerin and Subin lit up at the word “date.” In the same breath they made me swear I would never walk anywhere alone. They warned me that academy coeds looked gentle on the surface and were easy to underestimate, but the sexual hunger of the old maids who graduated without ever being chosen by a man was beyond imagination.
Come to think of it, I had never once seen a man walking alone outside the academy grounds. The twenty-to-one sex ratio was hilarious and arousing, yet it could also be dangerous—I realized that again.
“Anyway, so where do you two want to go later?”
I asked. Chaerin thought for a moment.
“Movie theater and karaoke?”
A movie theater. I had never seen a film from this world, so I was a little curious. Same with karaoke.
“I looked it up online. Movie theaters are too dark and risky for guys, so somewhere bright and crowded like a café is better.”
Subin spoke carefully, prioritizing my safety over pure fun.
“Or we could go to the lake park? They say there are tons of carp there.”
“The arboretum sounds nice too. Sihyuk always liked quiet forests.”
We kept chatting about the date until the bell rang and first period began.
Homeroom teacher Noona Iseol walked in as usual—except instead of her neat suit she wore a skintight tracksuit that clung to every curve. She had thrown a jacket over it, probably trying to look a little less slutty for a teacher, but there was no hiding those massive tits. The lines of her body that never failed to wake my lust were on full display. She reminded me of the gym beauties who strutted around as if to say, “Look at this body.”
She cleared her throat softly to gather every eye and spoke.
“Starting today, we will learn coital technique.”
The air in the classroom instantly heated. Every coed’s eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.
“Never forget the countless lessons you have already received on ‘how to treat a man.’ Always approach with a spirit of pure devotion for his sake.”
When she finished, Noona Iseol met my gaze and smiled faintly. As an academy graduate herself, her sexual attitude did have a more devoted edge than the others.
She brought up the words “Missionary Position” on the screen.
“The missionary position places the man on top and the woman beneath him—a position in which the man himself does the moving. Ordinarily this is something you will almost never perform, so I planned to skim it lightly. However, our practice model, Sihyuk, specifically requested that you all learn it thoroughly. So I expect you to study hard.”
That had come up yesterday during lunch, when I was fucking Noona Iseol in the Sex Treatment Room. Sweaty and still catching our breath, I had been giving her a pillow talk arm-pillow when she asked if, as the practice model, there was anything I wanted changed or added to the curriculum.
I answered without hesitation that I wanted missionary added.
The reason was simple. If we followed the academy curriculum as written, there would be no opportunity to learn missionary during the sex unit. It was a position where the man swung his own hips, and men of this world avoided it like the plague.
It’s already exhausting enough just letting women fuck us—now you want me to move my hips too? Are you insane?
That was the universal male mindset here. Naturally the academy only mentioned the theory in passing. But I loved driving my pelvis myself, so I refused to accept that. Cowgirl—where I could just lie there—was nice, but nothing got me harder than watching a woman’s face twist with pain and pleasure while I pounded her from above. The way they thrashed from the overwhelming sensation yet were pinned helpless under a man’s strength, the way they came undone the instant the head of my cock knocked against their womb—I loved that sight more than anything.
So I had asked Noona to expand the missionary section of the curriculum. I wanted my women to learn it properly.
“From this moment on, your bodies must become holes that simply receive a man’s movement. No resistance, no unnecessary motion will be tolerated.”
She flipped to the next slide. As always, theory came first.
“Today’s goal is to match your breathing to a man’s piston thrusts. You will learn how to minimize his stamina consumption while maximizing insertion depth at the same time.”
Slightly disappointing for me—we did not jump straight into practice.
“First, flexible hip joints allow a man to thrust deeper and from more varied angles, enabling a wider range of service.”
Of course I understood how important the theory was. Everything we learned now would gradually turn them into masterpieces of pussies.
“Therefore you will gradually expand your hip range of motion every day through inner-thigh stretches performed while lying down, and V-sits against the wall.”
“Through the butterfly stretch—an external hip rotation—you will create an open posture ready to welcome a man comfortably.”
“You will also learn pelvic tilt exercises and core-and-pelvic-floor breathing techniques that provide the optimal insertion point and strengthen your grip.”
Noona announced she would demonstrate and that everyone should follow, then stepped to the front of the classroom and unrolled a yoga mat. The coeds shoved desks and chairs aside and laid out the mats they had brought.
She called it a warm-up stretch before the real stretches, shrugged off her jacket, and began the demonstration for all of us.
She started simply, lying comfortably on her back and drawing one knee toward her chest. Yet the tracksuit molded so tightly to her body made even that basic movement look lewd. The round curve of her ass and the firm lines of her thighs pressed against the stretched fabric. Just looking made me swallow hard.
“Now, exhale slowly as you pull. Focus on the stretch along the back of the thigh.”
I could not tell whether it was truly erotic or whether I was simply a pervert, but either way it did not matter. Everything unfolding before my eyes was pure fuel for my cock.
It was not only Noona Iseol. The sight of twenty coeds following her demonstration was a spectacle in itself.
“Next is butterfly pose. Press the soles of your feet together and gently push your knees toward the floor.”
The girls sat as one and formed diamonds with their legs. The posture naturally aimed their pussies straight forward. The plump outlines of their mound flesh stood out clearly through the thin fabric of their tracksuits and pulled every eye.
Some girls grunted and struggled because their bodies were stiff; others casually pressed their knees flat to the floor, showing off their flexibility. Sensing the opportunity, a few of them cast sly glances my way and struck poses that showed off their figures.
My women—Chaerin and Subin—were both flexible. Subin in particular, despite her usual timid demeanor, displayed perfect form the moment stretching began.
But the one who stood out most was track-and-field girl Yeji. I had expected her muscular body to be a little stiff, yet she handled every difficult pose with ease. When we did the wall stretch with legs spread wide, Yeji nearly hit a full one-eighty split.
Watching her, a delicious idea came to me.
Next time I fucked Yeji, I would lift one of her legs all the way over her head until she formed a perfect I-shape—then pound her raw just like that.