I Became a Nonstop Bomber
Unfortunately, class had a fixed schedule.
Twenty women waiting for their turn at the practical were staring at me, so I couldn't finish having sex with Iseol noona all the way through. Given my druthers I would have stayed buried in her, grinding the head of my cock mercilessly against her cervix until I came, but there was nothing for it. I decided to save the frustration for lunch and set noona—who had already climaxed several times in that short span—aside.
She hurriedly composed her face, which had twisted into a thoroughly lewd, ruined mess.
"Ahem. You all saw that, yes? This is how you entrust your body to a man's rhythm. Please practice diligently so you don't inconvenience Sihyuk."
Noona had slipped back into her teacher's tone, but a few of the coeds had strange looks in their eyes. They clearly hadn't expected their normally gentle-looking homeroom teacher to be skewered on my cock and howling like an animal as she came. Soon enough they would be the ones speared and wailing the same way. Holding out longer than Iseol noona on their first time would be next to impossible; the women of this world were all ridiculously sensitive.
After noona came the girl who had luckily been standing right beside me—a coed whose name I still hadn't memorized. The glasses she wore gave her the look of someone who studied hard. With her glossy ponytail and intellectual frames she seemed like a pure bookworm, but the body you saw the moment your gaze dropped was a completely different story. The tight pale-pink blouse left her cleavage on full display, the buttons looking ready to pop at any second, and the black stockings clinging to her thighs were pure temptation on their own.
"I-I'll get ready."
The glasses girl—Minji—was so worked up at the thought of losing her virginity that her hands trembled slightly as she began to undress. Her fingers fumbled with the blouse buttons. I worried that if she was this nervous on her first time she wouldn't be able to enjoy the pleasure, so I gently took her face in my hands.
"Minji. Look at me."
She obeyed and met my eyes. It must have been the first time she had ever locked gazes with a man from this close; her eyes went hazy and soft. Behind the lenses her pupils were growing damp.
"Don't tense up so much. I'll lead. You just lie back and squeeze your pussy tight, okay?"
"Okay… I'll squeeze my pussy tight…!"
Minji nodded, then, as if passion had caught fire, stripped the rest of her clothes without hesitation. Just as Iseol noona had done, she dropped onto all fours in front of me and pressed a reverent kiss to my cock. The moment her moist lips touched the head that had been inside noona only moments earlier, a ticklish heat raced up my spine. It only occurred to me belatedly that my cock—still slick with love juice—must reek of noona's pussy. Minji, though, seemed to like the scent; her expression turned oddly aroused.
I pushed into her and we began.
—Schlick.
"Hnn…!"
The sensation of forcing my way into a narrow entrance that had never taken anything so thick. Virgin blood smeared my shaft, yet Minji barely seemed to feel pain even though it was her first time. She only winced a little when the head first breached her; after that she kept letting out heated moans.
"Ah, nn, my pussy's so hot. And it feels good…!"
It didn't take long for her pussy to get used to my cock. After a few rolls of my hips, Minji's face melted into the expression of a bitch in heat that I knew so well.
—Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Hiih, aahng, ahn, I don't know, I don't know this…! Sex is the best, once you learn this you can't masturbate anymore…! Hwaa, aaaahng♡"
The more savagely I churned her vaginal walls, the louder Minji's moans filled the classroom. If I had to rate this mediocre pussy, it was the kind that squeezed decently and came easily—a quick-shot pussy, cost-effective at best when stacked against the ones I usually used. But the fact that it was a first taste, plus the gap between her bookworm looks and the way she took it, made it plenty enjoyable. Since this was only the second practical of the day I still had energy to spare; I hooked both her legs over my shoulders and drove even deeper.
—Thrust, schlick, schlick.
"Kyaaah! My womb, you're hitting my womb…! I'm going crazy…!"
Her glasses rattled and her ponytail whipped wildly from side to side. The sight only stoked me further; I never stopped moving my hips, ravaging the deepest part of her pussy with fierce pleasure.
After Minji came the track-and-field girl, Seo Yeji. Unlike the others she stripped without a shred of embarrassment, utterly bold. The body that appeared was something you couldn't help but admire—firm, healthy, sculpted by constant training. Yeji's thighs were the kind of miraculous territory you could knead all day and never get tired of.
"Sihyuk, take care of me."
She winked, took hold of my cock herself, and guided it to her entrance. As I already knew, her pussy felt different from the first touch. Yeji's was packed with elastic muscle; the pressure was intense.
"How is it? My pussy—nice and tight, right?"
She must have put extra effort into her pussy-squeezing stretches today; she spoke with complete confidence while clenching even harder. The grip alone was enough to make me nod. Of all my girls she was definitely the one who trained hardest for sex. Unfortunately I still couldn't come in Yeji's pussy either. Three minutes was simply too short no matter what.
And so we went around like a conveyor belt, roughly three minutes per girl. Taking them missionary with my oversized cock meant most of the women climaxed at least four times in those three minutes. The ones who held out relatively longer were Chaerin, Subin, Yeji, Nari, and Yuna—the ones who already had plenty of experience with me. More than half of the rest came from insertion alone. Watching those premature little things shoot the second I put it in was almost cute in its own way.
I put everything I had into the piston work so I could give each of them an unforgettable first time. Two months of constant practice had already honed my hip technique to an absurd degree. A flicker of genuine gratitude rose for my own women who had so willingly offered their pussies so I could grow this far. Next time I would pound them even harder to pay it back.
During the practical I even threw in service kisses for the prettier ones. Sex with the man they liked plus a kiss on top? I would have bet anything that the girls who took my cock today would go home and masturbate thinking of me at least three times.
Unfortunately time was short; when the fourth-period bell rang a few girls still hadn't had their turn. Leaving them for later felt too pitiful, so just like with the previous caressing practical I spoke up first.
"The bell rang, but it's fine if we're a little late—let's keep going. Anyone who hasn't had sex yet, stay. The ones who already did can leave."
Not only the girls who still needed their turn but even the ones who had already finished and simply wanted to watch more of my sex all stayed put, looking delighted. So I kept fucking the classmates who remained in the room. There wasn't a single loose pussy among them; most were pretty and hot as hell, and I was thoroughly satisfied. Even Hayeon, who had been deliberately killing her presence because she didn't want to have sex with me, finally had to spread her pussy in front of everyone.
Tears welled in her eyes, yet she soon let out the loudest screams of all. With her whole body one giant erogenous zone, Hayeon climaxed especially hard—and her squirting juices flew so far they even stained the clothes of the girls nearby. Thoroughly developed by me these past weeks, Hayeon had become such an erotic idiot that just inhaling the scent of my cock was enough to get her off.
As the sex kept going, the faint sympathy I'd felt earlier for the male porn actors melted away like snow. When you could fuck beauties nonstop like this, what did a little trouble keeping it up even matter? If I ever returned to my original world I was definitely becoming a porn actor.
Dozens of minutes later only the final turn remained: the vice president, Cha Ayeong. With everyone watching in anticipation of the vice president's sexual skill, Ayeong opened her mouth.
"I will not be participating in the sex practical."
Ayeong's cold, decisive voice cooled the feverish air of the classroom. The coeds who until moments ago had been watching my sex and making wet little sounds all stared at her in blank confusion. They seemed to think either Ayeong was lying or they had misheard. But I knew she hadn't misspoken.
Two months earlier, during the Confession of Desire, Ayeong had told me her past. She had a father who used domestic violence, and those horrific memories had made her hate men. I understood exactly why she was refusing sex now, but I wasn't stupid enough to air such a sensitive history in front of everyone. So I spoke as if it were nothing.
"Then I guess today's sex practical ends here?"
"…Ah, y-yes. That's right. Everyone has finished the sex practical, so please enjoy your lunch. And do your best in the afternoon major classes as well."
The instant I spoke, Iseol noona jumped in to smooth things over, trying to erase the awkward freeze that had settled over the room. Sadly, that didn't stop the stares fixed on Ayeong. Those gazes carried wariness and even a faint contempt, the look people give something that is not like them. And someone muttered, just loud enough to be heard:
"Ayeong… you don't think she's… HSDD, do you?"