Instructor Yeon-woo's Instagram (Poll Included!)
“No, right now...”
“What's the big deal? You were sucking off cocks that just came out of your pussy like it was nothing?”
“B-but still...!”
After I cum and pass out, the bastard... he lifts my ass up and places a cup underneath my pussy, catching all the liquid dripping out from there. Not just my juices, but his semen mixed in with it.
“Hurry up. Drink it all.”
“...”
But he keeps urging me on, so even though I hate it, I have no choice but to squeeze my eyes shut and gulp it down.
“Ugh...”
His semen and my pussy juices mixed together in the paper cup. This milky, cloudy mess. The visuals are the worst, but the taste...
“Mmgh...”
I can barely swallow it, so it just sits in my mouth. The fishy semen smell mixed with a sticky barley tea flavor... like nasal mucus diluted in water. It's only natural that my body revolts against it, right?
So I make a troubled face and glance at him, but...
“Hurry up. Down it in one go, heh heh.”
He's already shoving his phone in my face, filming another video and forcing me to drink.
Ha— in the end, I squeeze my eyes shut and force it down in one gulp. Gulp— that slimy something sliding down my throat. And it's all stuff that came out of my pussy.
Being forced to drink this crap and actually doing it— the situation is so disgusting, humiliating, and shameful. I feel like I've completely become his slave, his puppet, doing whatever he commands.
But on the other hand... being ordered around and forced by him like this... it gives me this weird feeling. A naughty thrill I can't quite deny...
But he's not satisfied with that.
“...I drank it all.”
“Open your mouth.”
“...”
Ah— just a little while ago, he was some loser peeking at me nervously. Now, that same loser has me doing this revolting shit on command... I've become no better than a slave.
===== “It's not time yet, so I can probably squeeze out one more shot?”
Even after forcing down that disgusting liquid he gave me, I have to service him one more time.
“Hoo... hoo... fuck, this is so good...”
“Ngh... ugh.”
Of course, I have to spread my legs wide without any say in it. And he knows it too— he climbs on top of my stomach, shaking his hips while whispering more degrading shit right in my ear.
“Heh heh... using a woman like you as my onahole feels fucking amazing. Sex slaves are the best!”
“...Hurry up and cum... ngh! I h-have to go to w-work...”
“Shut up. You're just a slave who spreads her legs when I tell her to. Don't get cocky...!”
Slap! This time, his palm flies at my breast instead of my ass. A burning, stinging pain radiates from my tit.
“Hnnngh...!”
He's exerting more and more control over me, and I'm becoming more and more obedient to him. Even after he found out I'm an OP girl, I used to refuse blowjobs, but now I have to get dragged to motels whenever he wants sex, and even drink the filthy mess from my own pussy.
He slaps my ass or tits whenever he feels like it, groping my body freely, and all I can do is moan helplessly while taking it. I have to submit even when he fucks my throat or chokes me.
“Grgh...! Gack! C-can't... breathe...!”
And... when he gets excited again, he wraps his hand around my neck just like before, squeezing...
“Hoo... hoo... sex while choking you is the best... heh heh... don't worry, sis! I won't choke you for more than 10 seconds. Can't fuck you if you're dead...!”
“Gack!! Ghk... cough!”
He's taken complete control of my body— especially my breathing. Losing even that most primal right is pure humiliation.
And it's creeping into my daily life too... Even in the middle of Pilates, if he calls, I have to drop everything and spread my legs for him. My freedom is shrinking bit by bit... like walls closing in from all sides, this suffocating pressure.
But... as much as I hate to admit it... deep down, like a cat loving a cramped box... it's... not entirely unpleasant.
“Hngh... ah... ahk! P-please cum quick... ah!”
“What? You want my seed that bad?”
This forced master-slave dynamic... maybe I've secretly craved something like it all along. I just never expected the master to be this monkey bastard.
“Urgh heh heh! Give me those tits, you fucking bitch!”
“Nghrr...! D-don't pull...!”
“Nah? I'm gonna suck and milk 'em till the milk comes out!”
He shoves his ugly face against my lips, forcing a sloppy kiss, jerks his hips vulgarly while groping my breasts and yanking my nipples— this cheap, perverted sex monkey. Vulgar, stupid, twisted. Inferior in looks, ability, everything.
Of all people, getting dominated by this inferior cousin of mine.
“Hngk... hngh... ah.. ah! Ah!”
“You're feeling it too, huh?! Heh heh... my cock taste good?”
“Y-yes... it tastes good... ngh?!!!”
But that's why the humiliation hits harder... and that deeper humiliation only turns me on more.
I really hate this...!
As much as I hate admitting it... getting raped by this inferior guy Cheol-gyu makes me feel more pleasure than any other man.
...That's why it's getting harder to escape his control. What am I gonna do...
===== “Hey. Where's Cheol-gyu?”
“Huh? Yeah, where is he? He's been in the bathroom for a while.”
“He didn't ditch, did he?”
“His bag's here. Probably not.”
While Cheol-gyu has been gone for an hour and a half, lunchtime starts at the re-taker cram school.
“What's today's lunch?”
“Hambuk steak.”
“Ooh, nice.”
Like most re-taker academies, they contract with a lunch service to discourage going out, and naturally, people form groups of friends to eat together.
Cheol-gyu and Jin-woo eat with a few regular members from their circle, but today Cheol-gyu is suspiciously absent.
Of course, every group has its unspoken hierarchy based on looks, height, grades, etc. Jin-woo— medical school in sight, serious personality, superior looks and build— is the undisputed top dog.
Beom-geun Kang, the most sociable of the bunch, effectively leads the group as number two.
Cheol-gyu? “That guy's shit at studying. Probably out doing something stupid.”
“Kekeke. Yeah, probably.”
They let him hang because he's Jin-woo's cousin, treating him like an equal 'friend'... but objectively, he's dead last.
You can tell from how they immediately gossip when he's gone.
“Think that asshole can get into a Seoul uni?”
“Fuck, he's one grade above national average five... maybe some third-rate dump?”
“Cut it out. No point badmouthing someone who's not here.”
At least Jin-woo steps in to shut it down since blood's thicker than water.
“Oh yeah, Jin-woo. I got stuck on a math problem earlier— can you explain it after lunch?”
“You're good at math, Beom-geun. Might not know it myself.”
“Nah, even same top grade, it's not the same. I couldn't dream of med school like you.”
Grades are a huge factor in these re-taker circles, obviously. They're all committing to another year of this hell, so unless you're like Cheol-gyu with your head elsewhere, studying is king.
Jin-woo, the most helpful, gets the most respect despite not seeking leadership. Cheol-gyu, inferior in every way except his dick, at the bottom— just natural order.
“Ah, good meal. Getting sleepy now.”
“That's blood sugar spike, dude. Ease up on the cola.”
“Really? Guess I'll switch to zero...”
They finish eating, clear dishes, brush teeth... and with time left, someone bored of the monotonous routine throws out a temptation.
“Hey, PC bang during lunch break?”
“You wanna end up like Cheol-gyu?”
“Psh, an hour won't kill us.”
“Jin-woo, you in?”
“Nah, not me.”
Not everyone's as study-obsessed as Jin-woo, even if Cheol-gyu's at the bottom. Some need a little rebellion for stress relief.
Three of them, including Beom-geun, head to the nearby PC bang for a quick cool-off.
“Bet on cola?”
“What bet?”
“Loser who dies most in Deathmatch buys drinks.”
“Sounds good.”
Re-taker life is like being trapped in a giant pressure cooker. But the higher the pressure, the easier to succumb to temptation— stronger the urge to escape studying.
That's why PC bangs, billiards, noraebangs around big academies rake it in.
Beom-geun's crew can't resist either, chanting 'just one hour' as they head to the typical massive PC bang in the academy district.
4-5F study rooms, 3F PC bang, 2F billiards, 1F convenience store and restaurant, basement noraebang— sucking the hopes out of countless civil servants and re-takers, the infamous 'Tower of Despair' PC bang.
“Jin-woo's really not coming?”
“That guy's a robot. Never seen him slack off once, kekeke.”
“Why ask? Has Jin-woo ever gone to a PC bang like us?”
“Dude's impressive.”
Jin-woo never falls for it, worthy of respect even from peers. Total opposite of his cousin Cheol-gyu.
And without Cheol-gyu and Jin-woo... the chat turns to the go-to topic for pent-up re-takers: girls.
“Yo, you see Instructor Yeon-woo's Insta?”
Jin-woo's big sis and Cheol-gyu's cousin— Yeon-woo Lee, promo model for Mabong Re-taker Academy— tops the list for these 19-year-old horn dogs.
A girl they see every day, the instructor right next door... an influencer with 120k followers on pure body and looks? No wonder all the guys obsess.
Plus, 'Instructor Yeon-woo''s Insta just went public to them a few days ago.
“Huh? What about it?”
“Fuck, she posted earlier... insanely hot, that slut.”
“Why? Check it.”
“You didn't follow? Around 11... look.”
Right before heading to the Tower of Despair, the three guys huddle in the alley, eyes glued to one phone's Insta app out of curiosity.
“Whoa, fuck, insane.”
“She's posting even sluttier lately? What a crazy bitch.”
“Oh shit... jackpot.”
Just an hour ago— after Pilates (thanks to Cheol-gyu's blackmail)— a mirror selfie from the bathroom.
In the Insta pic, 'Instructor Yeon-woo' pulls down her already skimpy bralette with her finger, exposing more than half of those massive tits.