Seoa's Erogenous Zone
What kind of limits did promotional academy videos have in this world?
When I asked the director, her answer was simple: there were no restrictions on sexual content.
If you wanted it dirty, you could make it as dirty as you liked. You could even advertise something like, Our academy assigns every female student her own cock-bearing male student.
Of course, false advertising and overstatement were another matter entirely. Upload a promo like that and the academy would collapse under lawsuits from every student who felt cheated.
In that sense, the Marriage Academy I attended was extremely lucky.
Because the part about a man—me—serving as the practical-training model for caress work was completely true. A promo video of me modeling during practice class wouldn't be exaggeration at all.
"Nngh…."
For the record, that sound was coming from Seoa—student council president, and currently our actress.
In front of the camera, she had my cock in her mouth and was struggling with how big it was.
"It's all right. You're doing fine."
Trying not to be too conscious of the camera, I stroked Seoa's hair gently.
She clearly hadn't properly anticipated the size. The girls in my class already knew how big I was, so they'd had time to practice before the blowjob—saliva drills that loosened their jaws enough to take me without much trouble.
Seoa, though, had obviously never done any of that.
In the end she couldn't even get half of me past her lips. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth as she looked up at me, eyes glistening—like a puppy that had just been scolded by its owner.
"Whoa…."
"She's insane. I've never seen a dick like that."
"I'm so jealous, haah…."
Because Seoa could barely even fit me in her mouth, this take was already a wash. The female staff knew it too—and still they swallowed hard watching her struggle. Their eyes had locked onto my cock a long time ago.
None of them had expected me to strip this boldly for an academy promo, either. Soft gasps and murmured awe rippled through the set, and a strange current filled the air. With so many grown women staring at me flushed and worked up, it felt like they might jump me any second.
Seoa herself looked ready to spit me out and call the whole thing off.
"Cut!"
The director called it and walked over.
"Seoa, is opening your jaw any wider impossible?"
"No, I can open wider. I just… didn't warm up enough, I think."
"Given the size, it's understandable if it's hard. But this shot has to be perfect—absolutely perfect. Please, I'm counting on you."
The director's eyes shone; she clearly loved the frame. My cock's presence on screen must have been that powerful.
If I just sat still, Seoa would pull herself together like the pro she was and finish the scene decently enough—suck me just enough, make just enough of a lewd face.
I wanted more than that.
I wanted to touch her.
"Uh, I'm not sure I can keep the erection going like this."
"Excuse me?"
The director startled at my sudden remark.
In this world it was common knowledge that men with little interest in sex struggled to get hard—or stay hard. That "common knowledge" didn't apply to me, but the women here didn't know that. So when I said I was about to go soft, none of them had any reason to doubt me.
"To keep it up I kind of need to look at a woman's chest… Sunbae, could you take off your top?"
"What? Me?"
Seoa's face immediately twisted in refusal. Before she could protest, though, the director nodded.
"Come on, that's nothing. Why are you being so careful about it?"
She said it with total confidence—as if she weren't the one who would have to strip. Of course, if I'd asked her to undress she would have done it happily on the spot. She simply didn't realize Seoa disliked me, and so didn't think it was a big deal.
"Like you said last time—it's not the genitals. Just looking at her chest a little is fine, right?"
The director and I pressed her in perfect sync, as if we'd planned it. Caught off guard by the sudden joint proposal, Seoa faltered.
"I'm getting my cock filmed. If sunbae doesn't show anything, it feels a little unfair, doesn't it?"
"…Fine. Just stop pestering me."
Seoa shot me a glare, then glanced around. No one present thought her undressing was excessive. Women in this world had almost no reason to mind stripping in front of a man—and with a fully hard oversized cock right in front of her, refusing to even take off her outer clothes would have looked stranger still.
In the end, right under my eyes, Seoa slipped out of the white dress she'd been wearing. It was a one-piece, top and bottom joined, so she was left in nothing but underwear in a single motion.
Black bra and panties against her pale skin made the contrast even more obscene.
"That should… keep me hard for a while."
"Great. Then let's roll!"
The director returned to her seat. Seoa glared at me once more, then straightened her back.
The camera started again, and the fellatio-practice scene resumed.
The script for this part was simple: do it the way we did in academy class. Seoa dropped to her knees at my feet in her underwear and settled into a perfect dogeza—hesitation-free, the picture of a submissive female.
While she held the pose, I sat in the chair and drank in her pale skin and the soft-looking curve of her ass to my heart's content.
Then she crawled forward and began the worship kisses. Carefully lifting her head, she pressed only her lips to the tip of my cock, then drew back again and again.
Chup. Chup. Chup.
Glans, shaft, balls, shaft again—and finally the urethral slit. With warm, soft lips she kissed every part of me with painstaking care.
"Hoo…."
Right on script, I let out a low sound and looked down at her. Seoa met my eyes with a shy, faintly flushed expression.
We traded looks like a couple of college kids still in the early stages of a crush, hearts speaking through our eyes.
"Haup."
Having finished stretching her jaw, Seoa took the head into her mouth. Her warm, pliant tongue stroked me in a way that felt dangerously good.
After a few determined tries she managed to get half of me past her lips—impressive for a virgin. Even with my cock filling her mouth, there was no trace of disgust on her face.
She was working hard, and the end of the take was drawing near, when my hand moved.
Squeeze.
My palm closed over her breast.
"Haup—chk, churrup, chk…!"
I started kneading her chest right over the bra. It felt thicker and firmer than most girls', but I didn't have the leisure to dwell on it—I simply toyed with her. Watching her lashes flutter, I smirked, stroking her hair with one hand while freely groping her soft tits with the other.
"Huup, chk, chubup, huup…!"
A real heat began to edge into Seoa's voice—sounds she was making because she actually felt it. The flesh under my palm was wonderfully soft. The bra, though, was starting to annoy me.
So I tried, very casually, to slip my fingers underneath it. After feeling up countless pairs of breasts, I was confident I could sneak a hand in without anyone noticing.
A man wants to feel her up and she's still wearing a bra. What kind of woman is that?
I was already a little excited at the thought of pinching her stiffened nipples.
Then two unexpected things happened at once.
First: Seoa noticed the moment my fingers tried to slide inside the cup. The instant my index finger brushed the inner edge, she stopped sucking at once.
Thwap!
Second: her reaction was so violent that my hand was knocked clean out of the bra on its own.
"Eut…!"
Seoa had gone deathly pale—how badly had I startled her? She covered her breasts with both hands as if she couldn't bear the shame, reacting exactly as if I'd nearly touched a place that must never, under any circumstances, be touched.
"P-please don't touch bare breasts either—like the genitals. For my future husband… I'd prefer you didn't."
"What on earth is going on?"
The shoot had stopped so abruptly that the director strode over looking annoyed. Seoa hurriedly apologized and explained herself.
Her demand was simple: for the sake of the husband she would marry someday, she wanted not only her genitals but even her breasts handled only while she still had the bra on.
Everyone on set stared at her like she was a freak. Fine, maybe the pussy—but the chest too, really?
Seoa insisted her future husband might watch this promo video. Seeing another man touch his wife's breasts could upset him, she said.
Some people found that even stranger. Wasn't a wife sucking another man's cock worse than having her chest groped?
But the actress was firm, and she apologized so sincerely that no one pushed back. In the end every one of Seoa's conditions was accepted.
From then on I would not touch her pussy at all, and I would only handle her breasts over the bra. The staff also agreed that both chest and crotch would be filmed only while she still had underwear on.
There was a reason everyone agreed so quickly and easily.
The vast majority of people who watched academy promo videos were women—and women, as a rule, had little interest in other women's naked bodies. They might even dislike them. Just as men in my previous life barely paid attention to other guys' dicks in porn.
What they cared about was my body. So whether Seoa took off a little more clothing or not barely mattered. Another second of my cock on screen was what counted.
When we reshot the scene, nothing similar happened. I kept my hands strictly over the bra the way she'd asked. Being fondled still pulled an involuntary look of arousal onto Seoa's face, but I didn't particularly care.
I was thinking about something else.
The reaction she'd shown when I tried to reach inside the bra had been far too strange. It wasn't the same revulsion she showed when her pussy was touched—it had been pure fear. What was there to be afraid of about someone touching your chest?
Because her breasts are her weak point?
Maybe her chest—or her nipples—were an extremely sensitive erogenous zone.
I quickly replayed the sensation from that brief brush under the bra. I hadn't felt a hard, erect nipple under my fingertip. Instead there had been something smooth, like a sticker—something like a nipple patch.
"Aha."
Maybe Seoa was the kind of woman whose nipples were so weak that a single touch could make her come. And if that were true, then once we were alone I might be able to pinch and twist those nipples until that arrogant pride of hers finally shattered.
With that thought in mind I finished the shoot, headed to the main gate, and met up with Subin and Chaerin.
Tonight we were having dinner at Subin's House. Subin's mother—Aunt Danbi—had bought Korean beef for us.