I Still Haven't Fucked You Yet
The moment the word HSDD left someone's mouth, Chaerin and I both flicked a glance at Subin.
Subin had been desperately hiding the fact that she had HSDD ever since entering the academy. She was terrified that if it ever got out, she would be ostracized all over again like before. Even with me beside her she figured that while no one would dare bully her outright, people would still gradually pull away.
Until now I had never realized just how deeply HSDD was reviled. I had only heard about it from Subin; this was the first time I saw how people actually treated it. The instant the word was spoken, everyone edged away from Ayoung as if she were contagious. Ayoung herself, usually so cool and composed, looked openly flustered.
"Alright, alright. Let's drop the weird talk and go eat," I said, taking charge of the atmosphere before it could sour any further and herding the girls off to the cafeteria for lunch.
Throughout the meal everyone sat a careful distance from Ayoung, as if they had all agreed on it beforehand. Yesterday she had still been the popular vice class president; today she was an isolated island.
So the HSDD stigma really is that powerful.
I made a fresh vow to guard Subin's secret even more carefully. I didn't even want to imagine how badly she would be hurt if someone found out because I slipped.
I sat with Chaerin and Subin on either side of me, surrounding us with the usual girls I slept with, and we ate together. Chaerin finished first and leaned in to whisper.
"Is Ayoung HSDD too? I had no idea."
She didn't sound particularly bothered either way. After all, her close friend Subin—who also shared me—was HSDD herself. Subin whispered back to us as well.
"She always came off a little cold, but she never gave off that typical sexless HSDD vibe… It's strange."
I had no intention of repeating anything from the confessional, so I kept it simple.
"HSDD or not, what does it matter? Ayoung's still our vice class president, right?"
Subin's eyes sparkled with quiet joy. Having lived through discrimination herself, she seemed to take real comfort in my words. Across the room Ayoung must have caught some of it; her shoulders twitched. She looked like she was suffering more than I had realized, and I felt a pang of pity.
"You're right," Subin answered in a small, bright voice, smiling radiantly. Then she turned warm eyes on Ayoung, who was eating alone. "It really doesn't matter. Yeah… that's how it is."
She clearly assumed Ayoung was HSDD like her and wanted to help.
My phone buzzed. A message from Ayoung.
I had no reason to refuse, so I replied that we would meet after classes. I also settled the place and time for my later meeting with Hayeon, then finished a solid lunch.
"I'm meeting someone after class today, so you two head home first."
"What? Who? Is it a girl?" Chaerin eyed me sideways.
"Yeah. Ayoung said she wants to talk about what happened today."
"Got it. We'll go first—get home safe."
Subin nodded and gave me a little fighting pose, as if entrusting Ayoung to me.
While the other female students attended their major lectures as usual, I wandered the academy grounds killing time. I watched the athletic club girls and their solid physiques; they noticed me looking and deliberately struck sexy poses. After a while I got bored and called a few of them to the Sex Treatment Room.
First up was Seol noona—the one who had gone first in the practical sex lesson earlier but barely got any real sex and never received a creampie. The second I messaged her to come to the Sex Treatment Room, her reply arrived.
She came running as if she had been waiting for ages. The moment she opened the door she swallowed hard and stared at my cock like a woman starved for sex.
"You were disappointed we got cut off midway earlier, huh?"
"Ah…? Y-yeah. A little longer and I could've taken a thick load right into my womb… it was such a waste…"
Her voice was thick with frustrated longing.
"Yeah? Want me to pump you full this time?"
"Really?"
She gave me a sultry smile, slid both arms around my shoulders, and crushed her full breasts against my chest as she whispered. Hot breath brushed my ear.
"Can you come two times… three times? Will you fill me up with that…?"
"I'll pack your womb tight with cum."
She was adorable, begging for three loads when two was already her usual limit. Foreplay and a blowjob felt like too much effort, so I just grabbed her waist and stripped her clothes straight off. I undid the familiar buttons of her suit blouse; her heavy tits, still trapped in a bra, came into view. When the bra came off too, her nipples stiffened as if embarrassed to be bare only for me. I peeled off the suit trousers, laid her on the bed, and climbed on top.
"Noona, spread them the way you taught us in class."
She blushed but obediently opened her legs wide exactly as she had demonstrated. Her pussy was already glistening and slick with juices, welcoming me. She didn't stop there—she used her fingers to gently part her folds wider. I drove my cock into that hot hole without hesitation.
—Schlick!
"Haaahn…!"
She cried out the instant I bottomed out. The short session earlier had left her body hypersensitive; her walls clamped down on me with fierce hunger. I pinned both her wrists above her head so she couldn't move and started thrusting.
—Slap, slap, slap!
"Hnn, nngh, Sihyuk…! Yes, it feels so good…!"
I only came for the first time after she had already climaxed six times. While I recovered for round two I licked and caressed every inch of her body, working every erogenous zone without mercy. Her nipples especially had become so sensitive that simply licking them made her whole body shudder. Men and women alike—once orgasm hits, the nipples feel endlessly good.
The sex after the second load grew even rougher. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and slammed into her. She drowned under waves of excessive pleasure, moaning almost like screams while clawing my back with her nails. Just as I expected, by the time I was ready for my second orgasm she was already wrecked and barely reacting. Every time my glans knocked against her cervix she simply gaped and let out dumb little "oohk" sounds. Her eyes lost focus; drool spilled from the corner of her mouth. I finally dumped my third load deep into Seol noona's womb before I let her go. She had already blacked out, so her pussy had loosened a little—disappointing.
So I called Hayeon for the next hole. As usual she came in whining that she didn't want to have sex. As punishment for the attitude I sentenced her to thirty minutes of clit torment.
"I don't want to! We already did the practical in front of everyone, why do I have to again…! Hiiit, nooo♡"
"Talk back and it becomes an hour."
She obediently lay on the bed, legs spread, and accepted the clit play. I didn't stop at her clit—I fucked her pussy thoroughly as well.
"Clit, stop, hiiit, it hurts when it rubs the sheets, it huuurts♡"
After I thoroughly fucked Hayeon into a limp mess, I realized there was no one left to give me a cleaning fellatio. In the end I called Subin and made her clean my cock with her mouth-pussy. Time was short, so unfortunately I couldn't fuck her; I just had her finish the cleaning job and sent her back.
I woke the other two, returned to class for the closing assembly, then headed to the humanities building where I had agreed to meet Ayoung. I had chosen the spot for a simple reason: the Sex Treatment Room there was especially spacious and well soundproofed.
Not long after, Ayoung—who had been on cleaning duty and finished the classroom—knocked on the Sex Treatment Room door.
—Knock knock
"It's unlocked. Come in."
The door opened and Ayoung entered. She looked far more nervous than usual, her face flushed. I was sitting in the middle of the bed, so I told her to sit beside me. She nodded and sat. An awkward silence stretched between us. I put on the most harmless smile I could manage to loosen the atmosphere.
"If there's anything I can do for you, just tell me. I'll help however I can."
Ayoung fretted, chewing her lip, before she finally spoke.
"I'm… trying to fix the part of me that hates men. Could you help me…?"
I felt a little sorry for her, but the corner of my mouth still curled upward. For some reason I had the sudden premonition that today I would finally make Ayoung my bitch.