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If only it had gone in just a bit more—what the hell had happened for her to end up like this?
"At least it's a relief! We were worried when you didn't show up for first period, thinking something must've happened. But you were just showering? We thought for sure... Ayoung-nim?"
"Ayoung-nim? Is something wrong?"
"Huh? N-no, nothing..."
Despite the concerned calls from her loyal fan club cadets, Park Ayoung just stared blankly, lost in memories of the events from a few hours ago.
No way... That can't be...
Every time she posted photos of her breasts on the academy's community board, a nagging voice in the back of her mind had always warned her that she might get caught one day if she kept this up. Sure, she'd started it for the thrill, but she hadn't been so consumed by that filthy pleasure that she'd forgotten basic boundaries. That's why she'd always posted the tit pics and bolted immediately.
Kang Han-beom...!
Today, she'd figured it was safe enough to push it further—maybe skip moving spots for once, masturbate right there, chase an even bigger rush. That one time she'd crossed the line, and of all people, it had to be the one guy she absolutely couldn't get caught by.
She'd fallen right into his trap.
I was an idiot for ever trusting that bastard, even for a second...!
The gear and items he crafted and repaired in his workshop were top-notch—everyone at school acknowledged that his support skills outshone even pro supporters, separate from his usual sleazy bullshit. Hell, Park Ayoung herself had been impressed by the effects of the sports drink he'd given her.
Of course, she hadn't dreamed he'd spiked it.
And over the past year, he'd only had bad rumors—no actual victims stepping forward claiming he'd done anything truly messed up. So she'd let her guard down, thinking, "No way a guy who doesn't touch other cadets would come after me." That complacency had been her downfall.
God, I must've been insane... Why the hell did I ask him to make me a sports drink...!!
After morning practice, when her body was already fired up, he'd gotten her to chug that tampered drink. It left her so desperate she had to masturbate just to cope. Like checking a trap for a snared rabbit, he'd sauntered over casually and filmed her every degrading moment.
Not a stitch of clothing on her, fingers plunging into her pussy, moaning like a whore—the whole pathetic display captured on video.
It was all part of his plan! He'd been stoking my lust bit by bit, forcing me to masturbate there. He gave me that sports drink with that shameless grin just to catch me with my pants down and grab my weakness!!
Of course, even before commissioning the drink, she'd sometimes sneak off after practice to relieve her heated body in private. And naturally, the image of herself snapping tit pics for the community didn't factor into her recollection.
She didn't want to admit her filthy fetish, and she sure as hell wanted to pin her masturbation addiction—her exposure masturbation addiction—entirely on Kang Han-beom.
How could she accept that she'd handed him the leverage herself?
Otherwise, there's no way I'd do something like that.
Anyway, the fact that she'd hopped right into his trap like a naive little bunny had Park Ayoung furrowing her brow in silent fury, even as the other female cadets fussed over her with their chirpy voices.
"Sorry! Were we too loud?!"
"Oh no, she's mad!"
"But she's still so cool... Even pissed off, she's amazing♡"
Her fan club, oblivious as ever, gasped and squealed at her expression. But to Park Ayoung, still replaying the earlier events, it all fell on deaf ears.
He made me do that... Forced me to wander the school naked, fingered my pussy, and in the men's shower room, made me suck his... his dick...!
Her mind was flooded with him—seizing her flustered moment to steal her uniform and parade her nude through the halls; tormenting her pussy and clit right beyond a wall teeming with dozens of cadets; even making her blow him in the guys' showers.
He hadn't taken her virginity, but he'd exploited her weakness to force every humiliating act imaginable. Her brain overflowed with images of herself shrieking in ecstasy under his touch. Every second had been shock and degradation, but two things burned brightest in her memory: his dick, and...
A bunch of guys? I could punch 'em all out with one fist... So how the hell did he tank my punch...?
The other was Kang Han-beom himself—advancing unscathed after taking a gut punch from her, leering down with that sleazy grin.
In a world where only women could become Valkyries, and male cadets like him were relegated to support roles because female physical power dominated, the sight of him enduring her fist and violating her body was downright shocking.
And she wasn't just any girl—she was the one they called "prince." For him to treat her like breeding stock, declaring her his personal sow... it was unthinkable.
Men? One swing of my fist and they'd scatter like corn kernels...
She couldn't erase the leverage he held. But she had to teach him a lesson—show him who he'd messed with, that even if he was cocky, there were lines he didn't cross.
She'd swung at him to remind him of their level gap, that she was just playing along for now. But he'd not only withstood it—he'd looked down at her like he was about to teach her the pecking order between stud and sow.
Maybe that's why those shocking memories resurfaced so vividly.
"It was so firm..."
"Pardon?"
"What did you just say?"
"Huh?! N-nothing! I didn't say anything!?"
The lingering scent of his dick and cum in her nose and mouth was matched by the memory of his rock-hard body under her fist.
Like other guys, he'd ogled her tits, ass, and face with base lust. But unlike those cowards who kept their distance, peeking from afar, he'd boldly closed in and loomed over her.
At 181cm, Park Ayoung rarely looked up at anyone. Seeing a hulking frame that forced her chin high was a first.
She'd known he was big, but up close? It hit different—damn, he really is huge.
Setting aside his dirty tricks, as she recalled his chiseled physique, her gaze drifted lower in her mind's eye: rock-hard pecs, abs, and—
"And it was huge... So damn big... My two hands couldn't even wrap around it..."
"You mean the volleyball?"
"Y-yeah! V-volleyball! Yeah, the volleyball!"
That thick, girthy cock her hands couldn't fully grip.
What the hell am I thinking right now?! I should be plotting revenge on that bastard who blackmailed me into all that shit!
Snapping out of it, she realized she wasn't even angry anymore—she was drooling over his body, sinking back into pervy thoughts. She shook her head vigorously.
"Volleyballs are pretty huge, yeah... How does Ayoung-nim spike 'em so hard into the floor like that..."
"Sp-spike?!"
"Yeah... Into the floor, bam-bam..."
"Bam-bam into the floor...!?"
Why did they have to phrase it like that?
She'd been trying to shove thoughts of Kang Han-beom and his dick aside, but now they flooded back.
Especially after hearing "bam-bam"—her mind unhelpfully dredged up certain memories.
It went inside me...
The recollection of letting his dick plunge into her pussy. She gulped unconsciously, picturing him ravaging her depths like he meant to shred her hymen.
If only it had gone just a bit deeper...
What if she hadn't called him "Master" right then? Even if she had, she'd expected him to fuck her anyway—what whim had spared her? And if she'd taken that cock to the hilt in her pussy... what would've happened?
"It definitely would've burst..."
"Right? Volleyballs popping in superhuman volleyball matches happens all the time! With all that bam-bam spiking, the manufacturers must have a real headache."
"W-wait, bam-bam again...!?"
Were they doing this on purpose? Worried she'd fixate on his dick instead of revenge, Park Ayoung started to stand, mumbling about needing the bathroom.
But right then—bzzzzz♡
"Hnnngh?!"
"Ayoung-nim?"
"What's wrong?!"
The rotor humming to life inside her pussy jolted her—her back arched, body trembling. Her eyes narrowed at the sender's name on the incoming email.
Right... That bastard shoved this in me back in the showers...!!
Her mind had fogged over from fixating on his body and cock, but this snapped her back—revenge burning hot. Teeth gritted, Park Ayoung shot to her feet and stormed out of the classroom.