Health and Physical Education
"Junhi? Wait—what happened to you? Why are you like this?"
"Heh… hehh… nngh…"
The moment she opened the door, the state Junhi was in was nothing short of catastrophic.
Whatever had happened to him, he crawled across the floor and through the open entrance—and the second he lifted his head just enough to see her, he collapsed right there inside her home.
"Junhi!! Junhi!!"
She scrambled to scoop him up before the door could swing shut on his legs, then rushed him to the living room and laid him out on the sofa.
"Hey… J-Junhi? Stay with me—stay with me! What the hell did this to you?!"
"Hh… hhhh… nngh…"
Every time she touched him, a faint moan slipped out and his body gave a little twitch. Panicking, she pulled his hand free from where it had been shoved down the front of his pants—
And then came a wet, rolling spurt.
She'd thought his pants were just soaked with water. Instead, at the place where a man's most important part sat, a white substance was bubbling up through the fabric of his sleep pants, swelling in soft, thick clumps.
"Wh… whaaaat???!!"
Her face went scarlet in an instant. She couldn't stop staring at that part of him.
The white semen punched up through the light-blue sleep pants, spilled a little way across the cloth, then slowly soaked back in.
"Heh… hehh… nngh…"
"Uh… uhh…"
She had no idea what reaction she was supposed to have. Her brain simply stopped.
She'd been about to call 119 for the boy who'd collapsed at her door and pounded his way inside—but the second she saw this, she set the phone back down.
She swallowed hard.
The thick, night-blooming scent of the semen that had broken through those sleep pants began to fill the apartment.
The younger man she'd been so carefully good to—the one she'd wanted to date—had collapsed at her door, pounded until she let him in, and the moment she laid him on the sofa he started coming. And somewhere in the middle of that, she started to get a little… turned on.
"J-Junhi? You're asleep, right? Right??"
Her breathing roughened. She waved a hand over his closed eyes.
"Heh… heh-nngh… hh… hhhh…"
At first she'd thought the sounds were pain. Listening closer, they started to sound more and more lewd—and the most important part of a man, under those sleep pants, began to swell, pitching a tent.
"……Just… once…"
It looked ready to tear through the fabric. She slowly reached toward it.
"I-It's just… I can't let him be in pain… so this is… this is just medical care…"
She hypnotized herself with the words, insisting it was nothing but a medical act, and brought her hand down onto that part of the collapsed boy.
"W… wow…"
She'd barely brushed the swollen fabric and already it was impossibly sticky—hot enough to burn her palm.
The second she touched the pants, Junhi reacted violently. His hips shuddered and lifted off the cushions.
"Hehhhnn!!!"
A filthy moan, and then a fierce white jet punched through the cloth.
Squelch—spurt—!
"O… oh…"
One light touch. That was all. His body was so hypersensitive that his hips floated up, twitched over and over, and then he collapsed back onto the sofa.
She'd never watched a man come right in front of her before. And seeing the cute, slightly timid Junhi look this filthy only wound her tighter.
She stared at the fluid still clinging to her fingers from that first touch.
"Sticky… and it smells so dirty…"
She worked her fingers together, pulling them apart until a white, translucent thread stretched between them.
Her first time seeing semen.
And it belonged to the younger boy she liked.
She swallowed again.
Looking at it on her hand, caught in some unnameable mood, she slipped a finger into her mouth and sucked, tasting him.
It was barely anything—just the little that had stuck to her skin—and already the smell of Junhi's semen filled her mouth.
Bitter… but… delicious…♡ It's addictive…
"Mmh~♡"
She studied the finger that had been coated in him. She'd cleaned every last drop; only the glossy sheen of her own saliva remained.
"J-Just a little more…"
This isn't sexual assault… I'm just cleaning what got on his pants… Yeah… nothing else. Just cleaning.♡
"Hh… hhhh…"
She pressed a fingertip against the tip of the tent that had swollen huge again.
"While I'm… cleaning anyway, I should do the rest of him too. He'd like that…"
From a single pressing finger she switched to her whole hand, carefully stroking the erect, bulging shape under the sleep pants.
"Don't get the wrong idea… Junhi. Your n-noona is just… cleaning you up. There's absolutely no ulterior motive…"
She kept stroking the swollen sleep pants.
She'd thought they were wet with water. Touching them—tasting them—she knew better.
It's all… semen… hff♡
Squelch. Squelch.
She had no idea what had put him in this state, but the fact that he was still rock-hard after unloading this much was impressive.
"W… wow…"
When she finally tried to pull her hand away, a thread of his white semen stretched between the fabric and her fingers.
"H… haaah… snff… J-Junhi, this is really hard on you, isn't it? Right??"
"Nngh… hhh-nngh… heh… hehnn…"
Just looking at the semen on her right hand, his cock seemed to be suffering.
This doesn't look like the right time to just wipe his pants…
A little touching and he was thrashing, the cock under the fabric twitching, still pumping out thick, sticky, filthy-smelling cum.
"N-Noona will… make it better… This is just medical care… Yeah, yeah… of course it is… If you stay this hard, your cock might start to hurt, so as long as we're here… this Hayun noona will take care of you.♡"
She'd been nursing a quiet crush, planning to ease into a relationship with him step by step—but none of that mattered now.
A done deal was best.
Once something was already a fact, there was no wriggling free of it.
She grabbed the waistband of the sleep pants stretched so tight they looked ready to split, and started easing them down.
"Noona will take responsibility for everything. Junhi… from one to ten, all of it. Your whole life—this noona will take care of it. So you… you can just bring your body to me. That's enough.♡"
He was so hard the cock snagged on the fabric as she worked the pants down; she was careful, slow.
He isn't even wearing underwear… I wonder why…
"Hah… haaah… h-nngh… nngh…"
Gulp—gulp—
Just lowering the pants. That tiny brush of friction was enough—white semen began to bead and drip from him.
"Th-This is… Junhi's cock… It's nothing like the ones in porn…"
She'd only looked at it, and a current ran through her; her pussy answered him at once.
"Haaah… snff, snff… so this is what a cock smells like…"
She couldn't hold back. She buried her nose against the cock of the boy who might have been unconscious or merely asleep, and breathed him in—deep inhales, slow exhales—committing the scent to memory.
"Hah… haaah… hah-hah… J-Junhi, this is really rough on you… isn't it??"
Up close, the furiously erect cock looked ready to burst.
"This noona will help with everything… from one to ten… even… health and PE.♡ I'll help with all of it.♡"
She gently took the wet cock in her hand and began to lick.
She lapped up every drop of the semen that had run down and clung to the shaft, one careful stroke at a time.
"Hehhhnn!!!"
Spurt—!! Squelch—!!!
A few licks of her tongue, a little work of her hand—and Junhi's hips shuddered hard as he came into empty air, painting the living-room floor with a thick load of semen.
"Heheh~ Our Junhi… you wanted to do health and PE with noona too, didn't you.♡"
She'd seen it in porn.
No matter how virile a man was, there was a limit to how many times he could come.
Part of her wanted to take her time learning the taste of his cock and then slowly fuck him—but looking at him now, the smallest stimulation set him off.
"Creampie… sex, pregnancy, creampie, sex, pregnancy, sex sex, done deal, marriage marriage marriage—a happy married life with Junhi.♡"
She could have tried to figure out what had put him in this condition and fix it. There wasn't time for that.
No woman in the world would turn down a free meal that rolled right onto her plate.♡
His state had her in heat too. She grabbed her soaked pants and panties together, ready to shove them down—
Ding-dong~
At the absolute worst possible moment, the doorbell rang. Then it rang again. And again.
Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong
"Ah, fuck—right now?"
The lust that had been about to explode went cold. She yanked her pants back up.
She checked the peephole, trying to see who it was—but whoever stood outside had covered it with a hand. She couldn't see a thing.
On a hunch, she hooked the security chain before she cracked the door.
"Who is i—!!!!"
Bang!!!
…
The person outside yanked hard; the chained door slammed open with a crash as far as the chain would allow.
It was the woman she'd run into on the stairs earlier that day. Hair hung over her face; through the gaps, a single visible eye was locked on Hayun in a murderous glare.
Whatever lust she'd had left died on the spot. She forced her voice steady.
"It's late. What do you want?"
"……Open the door. Just for a second……"
The woman shoved a hand through the gap and tried to force it wider, but the chain held.
"Hey—what are you doing!!"
"Just…… open the door…… a second is enough……"
Crazy bitch. She really was out of her mind—still trying to wrench open a door that wouldn't give, making a racket the whole time.
And she was only using one hand. The other was hidden behind her back.
That hidden hand set Hayun's nerves on edge. She dialed 112 on the phone in her pocket and held the screen up where the woman could see it.
"This is a threat and an attempted home invasion. If you don't stop right now, I'm calling the police!!"
At the word police, the woman let go of the doorframe.
"…………Fucking bitch fucking bitch fucking bitch fucking bitch fucking bitch…… you…… I remember your face…… fucking bitch………"
The second Hayun mentioned the cops, the woman spat a promise to kill her and stomped off down the stairs.
Hayun watched her go through the gap, then shut the door hard.
"Ugh. Fucking bitch. We were having such a good moment and she ruined the whole thing."
Her legs had nearly given out under the threat, but she held on, walked back to the living room—and there he still was. Junhi, sprawled on the sofa, pants shoved down to his knees, cock twitching and bobbing.
The sight of him wiped out the irritation and the fear. Lust flooded back in; her body started to heat all over again.
She grabbed her pants and panties together and shoved them down, climbed over him, stripped off her top so her breasts swayed free with a heavy, generous weight.
"We had a little uninvited guest, but noona took care of it. So now it's just the two of us. Ready to have some real fun, Junhi~♡"