I Can't Say It's Far Bigger Than My Husband's Cock...!
‘W-what... is this...!’
It was a size I'd never seen before in my life.
The thing attached to Han Tae-oh's body...
“......Holy.”
I couldn't even get the words out properly.
Was this really something attached to a human body?
It just twitched slightly, and the fluorescent light from the ceiling vanished.
A massive, thick cock that blocked my entire field of vision.
As if showing it off proudly, Han Tae-oh flexed his cock.
Every time he tensed, it throbbed up and down.
It brushed against my forehead...
“Why are you just standing there, Teacher?”
“......Ah.”
His voice snapped me back to reality.
I can't do this...!
I quickly turned my head away. Han Tae-oh's mocking voice followed.
“Heh... surprised? I noticed you were frozen for a while.”
“......That's not it.”
“You were staring blankly at my cock.”
“No... I wasn't.”
The truth was, I had been staring at it.
At the shadowed underside that blocked the light, at its shape and size.
And I'd even inhaled that intensely pungent smell wafting from it.
But I couldn't admit that to Han Tae-oh...
“You've seen your husband's, so it shouldn't be your first time.”
“...Of course. We're not a sexless couple or anything.”
“And yet your body went rigid? At my cock.”
“Eek......”
I couldn't argue back. My body had frozen up—it was a fact.
But I couldn't straight-up say I'd stared because it was bigger than my husband's.
It was definitely bigger than Sung-hoon's... but I'd just scolded him earlier, and I couldn't badmouth my husband again for being small...!
“The... shape.”
“Shape?”
“......I was just a little surprised because the shape is different.”
“Heh. Is that so?”
Saying the size was different would disparage my husband.
But I hated that knowing smirk in Han Tae-oh's laugh, like he saw right through me.
I could imagine the expression he was looking down at me with, but I couldn't bring myself to look.
“Which one's thicker, Teacher?”
“...Pardon?”
“Thickness. I'm talking about girth.”
Why was he suddenly asking about thickness?
But I couldn't dodge the question.
I decided to answer in a way that didn't badmouth my husband too much, something plausible.
“......Fine. Yours is a bit... thicker. Just a tiny bit.”
“A tiny bit?”
“Yes. ...It's not that different from my husband's.”
......A lie.
It looked almost three times thicker than my husband's.
So thick it could pass for a skinny woman's wrist—I'd been shocked in that instant.
It covered more than half my face...
Compared to that, my husband was...
......Just about two fingers thick.
But I didn't want to say that.
More than anything, I didn't want to give this overconfident Han Tae-oh a sense of superiority over my husband.
Grinning, Han Tae-oh responded unexpectedly to my answer.
“Not that different? That's a relief, then.”
“......Pardon?”
“I was actually a bit worried. What if the size difference was too much?”
What was he saying?
Wasn't he trying to feel superior about his size?
“I'm pretty big, so women aren't always used to it. Some cry that it hurts, others run away.”
“.........”
Bringing up his experience with women here.
But I could imagine what he meant all too well.
......Twitch.
My body trembled slightly.
I could almost understand how those women who fled must have felt.
“So sex is kind of tough for me. The woman has to get used to it first.”
“.........So?”
“That's why it's a relief. If Sung-hoon's about the same as me, that means you're used to this size, right?”
......That's what he meant by relief?
It was absurd.
What kind of sex life had he been having...!
“If you've been having sex tailored to Sung-hoon's size, you should be able to service a cock like this pretty skillfully.”
“O-of... course.”
I'd blurted out something I didn't mean without thinking.
I couldn't admit now that my husband's was too small, and this was my first time with something this big...!
I glanced at Han Tae-oh cautiously.
He was grinning down at me. I quickly looked away.
“Then let's see that skilled service you're used to.”
“.........”
“Give it a try.”
“H-how...?”
“I'll leave it to you, Teacher. Omakase style.”
“Ugh.........”
Could he look down on me any more than this?
Forget his lame jokes about omakase—he was just sitting there waiting.
Like, satisfy me if you can.
‘......I have to satisfy him.’
If I did a sloppy job here, he'd use it as an excuse to report my husband.
Or complain he wasn't satisfied and demand even more.
Even more—like wanting to shove that cock inside me.
A married woman like me, full penetration. The possibility was high.
Of course, I'd braced myself for it eventually when this started.
But seeing Han Tae-oh's cock right in front of me brought a wave of fear.
‘I can't let it in... absolutely not...!’
Something this big, thick, long, and hard going inside...
No way. I couldn't endure it. It'd rip me apart...!
But if I showed fear, he'd mock me again—me and my husband.
‘I have to satisfy him with a handjob here.’
If I could just make him cum quickly, that'd end things for today.
I can do it. I'd already steeled myself, right?
An Ji-yeon slowly reached out and grasped Han Tae-oh's cock.
“Urk...!?”
Wh-what's so thick about this...?
One hand couldn't even wrap around it fully. I barely encircled it with both hands.
And this hardness... like a rock?
I could feel the pulse throbbing through the cock in my grip. The vibration even reached my fingers.
Honestly. Truly.
An incredible cock that let me feel a man's power...
Nothing like my husband's. Even the way to grip it was different.
“Heh... what're you doing, Teacher? Just holding it.”
“Ah...!”
Had I zoned out again...?
Han Tae-oh whined in a bored tone.
“You gonna keep just gripping it like that? You do know how to give a handjob, right?”
“Ah...... No! I mean, yes. ......I can do it.”
I'd given handjobs before. Just not to anything this big...!
I slowly moved both hands gripping the cock up and down.
Smooth... smooth... sloooow... swish...
This should... work, right?
I worked my hands diligently on the cock that wouldn't even fully wrap in both palms.
I'd given my husband handjobs—not just once, plenty of times.
Whenever Sung-hoon was tired and asked for a handjob instead of sex.
But back then... three fingers were enough to grip his whole cock.
If I used my full hand, my pinky stuck out, so I'd tuck it in.
Like sipping a drink with your pinky up—just a little stroking while gripping, and my husband would cum satisfied in no time.
That's what I thought all men were like.
But this cock...!
Swish swish swish swish swish...!
“Ngh...... Kh...”
“Teacher, just stroking the shaft won't cut it. Grip the head too.”
“The, the head too...?”
Looking back at the cock, he was right—I'd only been stroking the shaft.
Even with both hands, it was too big to cover the head...!
No. Can't show surprise.
Stay calm. Act like this is normal...!
“O-of... course I'll do it. You said omakase, didn't you? ...I'll handle it myself.”
“But it's too teasing like this. Ah, not that your hands feel bad, Teacher. They're soft and attentive—really nice. Heh.”
“Kh....... Spare me the praise.”
Getting compliments from a guy like this didn't make me happy at all.
A man who blackmailed my husband into making me hold his cock—never...!
I slowly slid my hands up to grip the head.
“......Now the head too.”
“Ah. Actually.”
“......What now?”
“How about using your mouth for that part?”
“My...... mouth?”
This thing.
This cock.
Lick it with my mouth?
“You don't like? Surely you've done blowjobs before.”
“O-of course...! Plenty. ...My husband's this size too, so I've licked a lot.”
“Then you must be good at it. Great.”
“Eek......”
I should've just said no.
But I couldn't admit now that I'd never had anything this thick in my mouth...!
Sloooow.
“Guh...!?”
Han Tae-oh shifted his posture slightly. The cock came even closer.
Almost touching my nose. Just a tilt of my head and it'd be in my mouth.
The cock filling my vision was bad enough, but there was an even bigger problem.
‘What smell is this......!?’
A thick, musky male scent. Had he even washed properly?
I'd unconsciously smelled his body earlier when he groped my breasts.
......Not bad. A bit heavy on the body wash.
But why did this area smell so strong...?
Like... fluids from just moments ago were still on it, an acrid stench...!
How am I supposed to put this in my mouth?
“Khung....... Hng...! W-wait a sec!”
“What's up, Teacher?”
“The smell.... the smell's too strong...!”
I could tolerate anything else, but not this.
Putting something with this heavy, sticky smell in my mouth... no way.
Han Tae-oh looked down thoughtfully, then chuckled.
“Ah~ come to think of it, I jerked off this morning.”
“......Pardon?”
“I'm pretty horny, so I usually bust one in the morning.”
“Eek......”
He couldn't have washed after? What the hell...!
“But you still have to use your mouth even if it smells a bit.”
“......!”
“You haven't forgotten your situation, right?”
The mockery vanished from Han Tae-oh's voice.
Not the playful tone from before.
This was a real warning—if I didn't obey, he'd report us.
An Ji-yeon wisely heeded it.
“......I know.”
“Then let's start.”
“......Yes.”
I turned my head to face the cock.
The glans staring at my face like a massive serpent.
From now on, I had to kiss this glans. A stranger's, not my husband's...!
‘Just close my eyes and do it. Endure and finish quick... he'll cum fast like Sung-hoon.’
That was the only way to protect my husband.
An Ji-yeon squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips to the glans.
“M-mmph......!”
Chuu...!
The pungent smell assaulted my nose.
It felt like I'd puke, but I had to hold it in...!
I kissed diligently, stuck out my tongue, and licked the glans.
“Churp... chuup... chuup...! Eueueuht......”
“Heh...”
Under Han Tae-oh's gaze—like he was testing me—I licked the glans furiously.
“Ah~ your lips are so soft, Teacher. Feels great.”
“Kkh...... Chuup...! Chuu...!”
Sexual harassment even now...!
His perverted tastes sent shivers down my spine.
“Churup... chuu, chuuup...... slurp, smooch...!”
“Ah~ that's good right there. Lick the slit...!”
“Mmph......! Eueueuht......”
He likes this?
I focused on the spot he mentioned.
Quick. Make him cum quick and end this...!
“Chub... eueueuht...... eubububub...!”
I aimed my tongue at the tip of the glans, shaking it side to side, up and down.
I licked every inch of the musky glans thoroughly...
Taking time to coat every spot with saliva, rubbing my tongue relentlessly.
I'd never been this thorough even with Sung-hoon...!
“Ah~ this is good. The health teacher licking my cock.”
“......Mmph... chuup... chuup...”
Don't waver. This is just to mess with me.
Stay calm, do the job, and finish—he'll have nothing to say then...!
“Churrrurp...... chuup......!”
I took the glans lightly into my mouth, letting it rest inside.
The huge glans filling my mouth felt utterly repulsive... but I had to endure somehow.
“But it's still teasing. You're just licking too much.”
“...Chuup...... Pardon?”
“Normally you take it deep and suck, right?”
“.........”
I knew. How to do oral sex...
But how to fit this monster in my mouth?
Sung-hoon's was easy. ...Finger-sized.
But this... too big to even fit...!
“......Sorry. My mouth's, uh...”
I couldn't say I wasn't used to it and couldn't fit it.
“My mouth's not in good shape right now. Please understand.”
“Aah~.”
I knew it was a lame excuse, worse than kids faking sick.
Han Tae-oh saw through it and smirked.
“Can't be helped then. We can't have your mouth hurting.”
“......Thank you.”
He was understanding...?
An unexpected response.
I felt relieved.
Yeah. Avoid the mouth, and I can manage with hands somehow...
“Then your lower mouth will do.”
“..................Pardon?”
I thought I'd misheard.
I opened my eyes wide and looked at Han Tae-oh.
He was leering disgustingly at my body.
Like he wanted to ravage it.
“What... mouth?”
“Your lower one. Pussy. Ah, you don't get it like that?”
Han Tae-oh leaned in, whispering.
“Wrapping it with your pussy, Teacher, and I could cum.”
“.........”
My body shuddered coldly.
What was he saying?
This cock.
This huge, grotesque thing... inside me?
“.........”
“......Teacher?”
“.........”
“Teacher?”
“.........”
“Ji-yeon Teacher~.”
“Listen...!”
After long hesitation, I finally spoke.
Han Tae-oh grinned and prompted me.
“Yes, Teacher.”
“......Please. ...Use a condom.”
“Ah~ condom?”
“It's non-negotiable. No condom... absolutely not. That's the one thing I can't accept no matter what.”
If Han Tae-oh demanded my body, this was my answer—I'd agonized over it all yesterday.
Condom mandatory.
No matter what, don't let this man's semen... stay inside me.
That was my last line of defense for my husband.
“Hmm.”
Han Tae-oh stroked his chin, pondering.
Would he accept?
Even if not, I'd push this through. No bareback, absolutely.
“Sure, Teacher.”
“...Pardon?”
“Why that face? Thought I wouldn't agree?”
“No.... Uh, um.... Glad you will. ...Got it.”
Agreeing so easily.
No attachment to bareback?
Whatever he thought, didn't matter. Better this way.
“Heh. Then put it on for me, Teacher? Health room's got condoms, right?”
“Yes. I have some for sex ed. I'll get them.”
An Ji-yeon stood and headed to the cabinet.
From the corner amid the medicines, she pulled out condoms stored for sex ed.
She looked down at the condom in her hand.
This, at least—I had to protect no matter what.
Pffft.
“......Huh?”
“Ah. Ripped again. Fourth one already?”
“Ah, no...... This is......”
An Ji-yeon grabbed the torn condom on my cock with trembling hands.
The glans, half-exposed through the hole, loomed over her face.
“What now?”
“.........”
Ji-yeon Teacher stared piercingly at my glans peeking from the ripped condom.
Her eyes shaking wildly.
“Looks like we can't use condoms.”