The Classroom Where Sex Talk Blooms
"Hey, hey, Cleo! I heard Lazar used you last night—how was it? Did you properly serve his pussy duties?"
"Ah, ahh... I didn't tell anyone, and the rumors are already flying? This country sure spreads gossip fast."
"That's right, that's right—everything Lazar does stands out! But how was it? Did he give you a proper creampie?"
"Kh, kkhum! Of course he did. Whenever he uses me, he always creampies at least once. Haa, what a troublesome guy. Yesterday, he didn't even pull out and creampied me four times straight... And I have to clean it all up myself. Don't you think he's a bit lacking in consideration?"
"Hehe, but your face is already looking all loose despite saying that? You actually like being treated like that, don't you?"
"Eut! D-don't get the wrong idea! Sure, I've acknowledged him as the master of my pussy! But that doesn't mean I've accepted him as the master of my heart!"
"Yes, yes, of course. Anyway, Lazar probably doesn't care about your heart as long as he can play with your pussy, right?"
"Wh-what...? Well, that's true, but... It's not just my pussy! Yesterday, he smacked my ass around and praised it as a drum that's fun to play with because the muscles are so firm."
"Waaah, I'm jealous! My ass is pretty plump too, but it can't compare to your trained one, Cleo."
"If we're comparing, I envy Shirley's plump tits. Visually, tits grab the eye more than ass, don't they?"
"Hehe, we all envy each other in our own ways."
…………….
Such mind-numbing conversations now echo openly in this classroom. I can't even blame those two. Cleo and Shirley. Even without them, Lazar's presence had long since become an absolute force in this class.
Even at this hour, before Lazar has arrived, talk of him never ceases on the girls' lips. When he fucked which girl where. What play he enjoyed while blasting his cum. How they'll flirt with him next. Attitudes toward Lazar varied wildly. Some call him a friend. Others bluff that they're just pitying him and helping with his sexual needs. Some can't even hide how smitten they are.
But no matter their attitude, they all shared one common premise.
'It's only natural for Lazar to use the pussies of the girls in this class.'
And I'm the only one who can't share that premise, isolated in this class.
Of course, I'm not facing outright bullying. No one dares mistreat me, Erika von Steinmetz. Not even the student council president—they might clash in faction wars, but they can't target me unilaterally.
...The reason for my isolation is simple. I can't join their conversations at all.
When some lady laughs about nearly passing out from her womb being battered by cock, I have no idea how to chime in. When a cadet I thought was close asks, "What did it feel like losing your virginity?" and I say I'm still a virgin, the mood turns awkward instantly.
They're not blaming me or mocking me outright. But the pity and scorn subtly coloring their eyes twists my guts.
I can't understand why I'm treated like this. It's all that man's fault—Lazar. As humiliating as it is, I can't break this situation alone. I can only hope the student council president steps in.
"Good morning~"
With his drawn-out morning greeting, the man opens the door. His entrance silences the classroom, where chatter had been blooming moments ago. That silence is just a step back for an even louder outburst.
"Hi! Good morning!"
"Good morning! Sleep well last night?"
"Up early? Not tired?"
They fawn over the man they once treated like air, wiggling their asses. What a pathetic sight. They're all acknowledged talents of the kingdom or nobles proven by history. Yet Lazar brushes off their attention like water and heads my way.
"Your plump tits look delicious again today. Hey?"
"………."
I don't greet him. No way I'll humor this revolting man...
-Pinch♥-
"Uuuuung♥♥♥♥♥"
"I said hey? Why no answer? When someone's nice enough to greet you, it's common sense to greet back, right? Even for a fancy noble family, this is too much."
"H-hng, eut... Eut...!!♥"
His fingers grab and pull my nipples. Burning pain shoots through my nerves as my flesh is squeezed. If it were just pain, I could endure it...
"Looks like you need etiquette training from scratch. Come on, say it. Good morning?"
"………."
I have my pride too. You think I'll bend to this man so easily? Even if the girls' gazes mix envy and mockery, I'll endure. I won't submit...
"Uooooht♥♥♥♥ Th-that hurts so much...!!♥♥♥"
"Goood... morniiing?"
Damn, damn, damn! I swore I wouldn't submit. I gritted my teeth to hold out. But his brutal handling makes me feel it—a man! My hips buck wildly on their own, air-fucking like crazy!
No, no, no, no!!
"Ah, ah, ah, goood... morning♥"
"Good girl. Yeah, greetings are the basics of human relations, right? You gotta be able to do this much. Right?"
His fingers release. I clutch my chest, soothing my throbbing nipples. It hurts enough to bring tears, but the humiliation of not stopping there is worse. He's blatantly showing everyone: even me, the only virgin he hasn't deflowered with his cock, can be put under his heel anytime he wants.
He's underestimating me! Me...!
"Kkhum! Oh, wait—thinking about it, I used Rine's pussy this morning and got a cleanup blowjob... But now it feels kinda iffy. Hey, anyone got a good cock-cleaning rag around?"
His words from his seat spark a tense standoff in the classroom. The girls eye each other warily, fighting for the perfect timing. As always, the fast one wins.
"M-me, me! I-I'm confident I can clean really well!"
Cleo shoots her hand up, appealing eagerly. The woman who once hated any stain on her honor—even wielding violence to protect it—has found a new honor: being Lazar's cum rag.
"Okay, you're hired. Honesty and straightforwardness are the best. Right?"
"Ah♥"
Cleo scampers to Lazar's crotch, her face beaming with undisguised joy at his choice. Just moments ago, before he arrived, she insisted she accepted him as her pussy's master but not her heart's. But now, it's obvious she's handed him her body and soul like a slave.
"Eut, so muuuch♥ Real musky smell, sniiiif♥ Haa♥ Too musky! Wash it properly. How can you walk around all sticky like this...♥ Haaaa... Is this okay?"
"Hmm, is that so? Guess I need to tell Rine off. It's her fault for not cleaning thoroughly."
"Exactlyyy, don't just rely on cleanup blowjobs—wash your cock properly in the shower♥"
She's just saying it, empty words. Her face screams how thrilled she is to clean his cock with her mouth.
"Slurp slurp sluuuurp♥ Chu♥ Chuuuurp♥ Eeeek, so muuusk♥ You, this♥ Mixed with other girls' pussy juices, saliva, and cum♥♥ So musky♥ Chuuubububup♥ Bringing this stinky cock to class, are you insane?"
Her tone sounds provocative, but it's not wrong. The moment Lazar unzips and pulls out his cock, his thick masculine scent floods the classroom. How can one man smell this intense?
"Hngut!"
Lies! Just this pungent smell has my nipples and clit hardening, poking against my clothes. Even for a massive cock specialist, this is too much! What the hell is his body made of?!
"Um, excuse me!"
Shirley steps forward, spreads her legs in front of Lazar, shifts her leotard aside to expose her pussy, and acts all coquettish.
"Sorry! Seeing Lazar's super awesome cock made my maso-pussy get horny on its own! If it's okay, would you play with this bitch hole of mine?!"
Her voice booms through the classroom with over-the-top enthusiasm. Isn't this throwing away all feminine pride? But it works on Lazar.
"So energetic in the morning. Well, born as a pathetic maso-pussy, you can't help it. For our friendship, I'll play a bit."
He teases her pussy with his fingers, pretending to be generous. Squish, squish, squish♥—the lewd sounds of juices rubbing flesh seep into the classroom like crickets chirping.
"Ah, aht♥ Th-thank youuu♥♥ Aaah, clothes♥♥ My maso-pussy's cumming from Lazar's fingers♥♥"
Shirley shakes her pussy, blatantly reveling in female pleasure. It stimulates the other girls too.
"Um, my pussy too..."
"Skinship is essential for lasting friendship..."
"I-it doesn't matter much, but my pussy's all chewy right now—perfect for playing..."
The girls swarm Lazar like moths to a flame. I'm... I'm different from them. I can't be the same. So...
'I-I'm... not jealous at all!'