The Female Sports Festival Begins!
I didn't bother saying anything more.
Instead I simply stared at Ayeong.
Hot streams of water soaked her black hair and ran down her pale shoulders, slipping into the valley between her breasts. As I kept watching her like that, the eyes beneath her wet lashes wavered with unease.
Without a word I gently cupped her chin and drew her lips to mine.
After a brief hesitation Ayeong offered her mouth, accepting the kiss.
"Chup… mmm… smooch…."
While the warm air of the shower wrapped around our bodies, we lost ourselves in each other's lips alone. Earlier, in the middle of sex, I hadn't really noticed, but taking it slow like this I found Ayeong's lips soft and sweet.
When I lightly pushed my tongue forward I felt her closed teeth. I brushed her ear as a silent request to open up; she glared at me yet carefully parted her lips anyway, allowing the deeper kiss as if she had no other choice. Licking gently inside her mouth, I discovered just how clumsy she still was. Like any beginner her movements were awkward, but there was no rejection in them. I decided I would have to kiss her often from now on and train up her technique.
While we kissed my hands naturally slid around her waist and lower. The sweat from her earlier efforts had all been rinsed away, leaving her skin silky and pleasant to stroke. Before long those hands found her water-slick, springy breasts and squeezed.
"Hey… why are you grabbing my chest?"
Ayeong nipped lightly at my lip as she asked. More coquetry than real complaint colored her voice. I only grinned and, instead of answering, openly kneaded her breasts even harder. Wet palms glided over soft flesh. Just as before I flicked and teased the tips of her nipples, tormenting them. Hot breaths spilled from her; her legs trembled. She still hadn't fully recovered her stamina.
I pinned her slender body against the wall and presented my cock. The lessons from class must have already settled into her body, because Ayeong dropped to her knees with complete naturalness and began to suck.
Only yesterday this woman had stared at me with blank contempt. Now she blushed shyly while servicing my cock. Satisfaction rolled through me watching her diligently apply every fellatio technique she had learned in class. The academy really was something else—teaching female college students skills like these.
I stroked her wet hair gently and simply enjoyed the service.
"Still can't bring yourself to have sex during intercourse practice?"
Ayeong kept sucking with wet sounds before answering curtly.
"Dunno…."
Despite the surly reply her mouth never stopped. If anything she worked harder, licking from the root all the way to the head without leaving a single inch neglected. She even fondled my balls carefully while looking up at me. That was as good as saying she would participate in sex during practice from now on.
And truly, starting the very next day, Ayeong began taking part in intercourse practice. She even showed a bit more skill than the other female students; apparently she had a natural talent for it. Once she joined in properly, the strange rumors about her vanished almost overnight. In their place a new campus rumor started circulating: "The vice president goes to the Sex Treatment Room with Sihyuk every single day."
Unfortunately that one was false. I only called Ayeong there occasionally—not every day.
"As I said earlier, the missionary training we've been doing all week is finished, and tomorrow we'll move on to doggy-style training. Everyone's been diligently working those vaginal muscles so you can clamp down properly, right?"
During end-of-day homeroom Seol stood at the podium delivering the announcement. Right beside her lipstick-painted lips, though, a single curly black pubic hair was stuck. A few of the female students recognized exactly what it was and flushed crimson; others seemed to think it was just an ordinary strand of hair. Watching them, I snickered inwardly. Moments earlier in the Sex Treatment Room I had made her deep-throat me, and one of my cock hairs had clung to her mouth. I had assumed she would notice and remove it herself, but apparently she hadn't even had time to wash her face. Completely unaware that she was advertising how she had just been sucking her own student's cock, Seol continued speaking in full teacher mode. The contrast between her professional demeanor and that little hair made it hard not to laugh.
"Tomorrow is the sports festival, so everyone come dressed for easy movement. And don't forget your lunch boxes."
At the mention of the sports festival I simply let it pass. She had been reminding us almost every day for a while now; it was starting to get old. My head was far more occupied with how I was going to fuck Chaerin and Subin tonight. Subin's mother would be home late again, so I fully intended to go hard on a threesome.
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"What? What events did you say?"
On the way to the academy I asked Chaerin and Subin again.
"Pussy tug-of-war, pussy-smacking battle, relay race, orgasm fencing, and climax battle royale. Why do you keep asking about the events?"
Every single event on the list was completely insane. I had assumed today would be an ordinary sports day, but this was something else entirely. What was I supposed to call it— a female sports festival? No wonder people nicknamed the place the Bitch Academy. Hearing the lineup I let out a disbelieving laugh. I was suddenly a little excited to see just how spectacular a show I was about to witness.
We hurried onto campus and found the athletic field already packed like a festival. Not only students but parents who had come to watch their daughters compete— easily over seven hundred people. When we reached our class gathering spot I saw several of the female students wearing unusual outfits: tight functional athletic wear with a conspicuous round hole cut out right over the pussy. No matter how you looked at it, the design was pure convenience for a man to fuck them whenever he wanted.
What really seized my gaze, though, were the girls in cheerleader uniforms. Chaerin, Subin, Hayeon and a few others had already changed and were practicing cheers right in front of me. Fluttering short skirts offered teasing glimpses of underwear and healthy, outstretched thighs. The sight was insanely hot.
While I stood there staring blankly, something began. Someone stepped up onto the temporary platform at the entrance of the field. Looking closer I recognized the academy's Chairman— the white-haired beauty Choi Ara. It had been a while since the first day of school, yet her beauty hadn't faded in the slightest.
Long pure-white hair drifted softly in the breeze; the crimson eyes visible behind dark sunglasses were beautiful enough to draw a gasp of admiration. Her lips, just as red as her eyes, curved in a pleasing smile. The form-fitting clothes perfectly emphasized her full breasts and slim waist. If I had seen someone walking down the street dressed like that in my previous life, I was confident I would have stared for a full minute without blinking. She radiated a subtle charisma that instantly quieted the noisy field.
"Good morning, everyone."
True to her role as Chairman of a female academy, she offered a few words about how everyone should be grateful to the men present, then announced the prizes for this year's sports festival.
"To every member of the class that scores highest in each year, we will award the latest smart vaginal-pressure trainers, anal training kits, and a premium inner-beauty program!"
Even the prize list was pure sex gear. I could see Chaerin and Subin's eyes light up.
Below the platform Student Council President Choi Seoa was helping with the proceedings. She too possessed beauty that rivaled the Chairman's. Her long gold-brown hair was tied high in a ponytail that caught the sunlight; her slender neck and shoulders were fully exposed. The body-hugging outfit made her figure even more alluring. It was impossible not to imagine just how erotic that body would look once the clothes came off.
"We will now begin the first event for the first-years: pussy tug-of-war!"
The moment Chairman Choi Ara finished her declaration, several girls from our class stepped forward— every one of them a student I had practiced sex with only yesterday. Thick ropes had been laid out in the center of the field, with silicone dildos fixed at regular intervals. When I asked Subin what kind of dildos they were, she explained they were specially made thin and short so that the hymens of the many still-virgin female students would not be broken.
Tension and anticipation mixed on the faces of the girls who had come forward. They showed no real shame; apparently this barely embarrassed them. Familiarly they each took a dildo and brought it to their pussy.
I watched without any particular emotion— I had had sex with them, but I hadn't given any of them my heart.
—Schlick.
Every contestant in the pussy tug-of-war pushed the dildo inside. Smooth silicone sank into their hot, wet folds.
"Hnn…."
Soft moans escaped several mouths. Just the insertion alone left them looking thoroughly stimulated. Right before the match the entire field fell quiet. Then the student council president's whistle blew and the contest began.
"Heave! Heave!"
"Clamp down with your pussy! Pull harder!"
The girls used no hands— only the power of their pussies to drag the rope. Watching them clamp the dildos tightly with their vaginas and haul the rope by pure muscular contraction was a true spectacle. Without realizing it I clenched my fists and watched intently. Even if it was a ridiculous sports festival, I still wanted our class to win.
Before long a girl from the opposing class suddenly let out a scream-like moan and arched her back.
"No— it's coming out— the dildo slipped…!"
She finally couldn't endure the pleasure and climaxed. With a wet pop the dildo left her pussy, and the rope began to slide steadily toward our side.
"Don't let them pull free! Everyone focus and clamp!"
"Now! Just like we practiced— pull all at once!"
—Pop, pop, pop-pop-pop!
Once one girl collapsed, the opposing team's dildos began popping free in a chain reaction. In the end most of them surrendered to the pleasure and lost their grip. Every girl from our class remained standing while the opposing team either squirted or dripped love juices as they lost.
"Class 1 wins!"
I looked down at my own tightly clenched fists and let out a helpless laugh. Around us the parents were applauding as if this were the most wonderful thing they had ever seen.
Watching the sports festival, a sudden thought crossed my mind.
Don't tell me even the Olympics are…?