Until the Last Train Stopped Running
We kept going until it was time for the last train to stop running. As Yoo Ara unhooked her bra, her red panties slipped down smoothly, revealing her naked body. Her flawless, spotless skin stood out especially.
"D-don't stare at me like that, Tutor..."
But I didn't avert my eyes from her. My blatant gaze only made Yoo Ara blush even harder.
"U-um, Tutor... could you turn off the lights? I'm... way more embarrassed than I thought."
"Didn't you say you wanted to strip?"
"I did, but..."
Of course she was embarrassed now that she was actually naked.
"It's hard to massage if I can't see an inch in front of me."
"Th-there's a mood light over there by the bed. We could use that."
Yoo Ara pointed to the small lamp beside the bed.
"Fine."
I turned off the lights for her sake—she deserved that much consideration. As the yellow mood light flickered on, a golden moon seemed to rise on Yoo Ara's sweat-glistened breasts.
"Lie down on the bed."
"O-okay."
Yoo Ara took a deep breath and lay flat on her back. Her firm breasts spread slightly to the sides under gravity's pull, but they were still impressively full and curvaceous. I savored the sight of her body in the soft glow, then placed my hands on her.
"This might hurt a bit."
"I know. I felt it plenty just now."
"Then let's begin."
"Yes."
I started by gently kneading her lower abdomen with my fingers.
"Ow...!"
Yoo Ara flinched, her body trembling in pain. Her breasts rippled like waves for a moment. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut. My fingers slowly moved upward from her lower belly—waist, then breasts. I gripped her soft mounds with both hands.
"Aaah!!"
She shuddered violently, looking up at me with a frustrated, needy expression. Was it the yellow light? Her face seemed especially flushed. Our eyes met, and she quickly looked away.
"D-don't look at me like that, it's embarrass—haang!!"
Every time I kneaded, she twisted her body and grimaced. Even Yoo Ara had to find this painful. As I'd said from the start, forcibly opening mana gates was an agonizing process. Sweat beaded on her face and body.
"T-Tutor, wait a sec..."
Just as my hands moved from her breasts toward her collarbone, her urgent voice rang out.
"Hang in there a little longer. I know it hurts, but once we start, we have to finish."
"N-no, it's not that..."
Yoo Ara shook her head and squirmed, but I had no intention of stopping. We'd come this far—we had to see it through, no matter the pain. Just like with her back, my hands massaged her collarbone, then gently worked her arms and fingers.
"Hnggh!! Aaah...!"
Her body quivered under my touch. Her ample breasts jiggled clearly with every tremor.
"Just a bit more."
As Yoo Ara's breathing grew ragged, the room's air heated up. The mana coursing through her body warmed everything, filling the space with her intoxicating scent. The mix of arousal and her pheromones made my head spin. But I didn't stop. My fingers retraced her arms, collarbone, and breasts, sliding lower still.
Knead, knead—each time, her waist arched into the air, her body starting to shake.
"T-Tutor, no more... p-please stop..."
"Just a little longer. The pain will end soon."
"N-no, it's not..."
And then my fingers brushed the area below her pelvis, right at her perineum.
"Hnnngggg!!!!"
Her hips bucked wildly as she squirted from her pussy. Her clear fluids soaked my fingers, arm, and clothes.
"Haaah! Hiiih!!!"
Her whole body tensed, hips thrashing up and down. Yoo Ara clenched her teeth and gripped the bedsheet hard, wrinkling it deeply. It was drenched from her release.
"Haa, haa, haa."
After the intense tremors subsided, she lay spread-eagled on the bed, panting heavily. I hadn't even touched her lower parts much—just a light brush around the perineum.
Climaxing from that alone?
That was when I realized the "masochist" label fit her sexual profile perfectly.
"S-suh... sorry, Tutor..."
Her facial muscles slack, she could barely speak properly after going so hard.
"It's fine. Rest a bit, then we'll finish the rest..."
As I paused, Yoo Ara grabbed my arm.
"N-no, Tutor. Keep going. I can take it now."
Determination lit her trembling face as her shaky hand held me.
"Alright. If you're that insistent."
"P-please..."
I resumed massaging around her perineum. It was slick. Sweat, her juices, and squirt mingled in a slippery mess down there.
"Hngg...!"
"It'll be over soon."
She bucked with every touch. Gripping the sheets and gritting her teeth, she tilted her head back—I couldn't see her expression.
"Haaahh!!"
Her shaky breaths told me she was feeling it intensely. Each time I touched her soft labia, juices coated my fingers, forming sticky threads. Enough to spin into yarn.
"Hng, haang."
Yoo Ara showed no sign of embarrassment anymore. Surrendering to the waves of pleasure, she panted in rhythm with my fingers. Soft skin, slick pussy juices, her vulgar squirting, tongue lolling out. Her gripping fingers trembled, toes splayed and tense. Like a doll stripped of free will, she shook to my touch.
As my fingers passed her pussy and reached her feet...
"Ooooh!!!"
She climaxed again. Juices and squirt soaked the bed. And with that, the massage ended.
"Satisfied?"
"Haa, haa, haa."
Yoo Ara stared blankly at the ceiling with hazy eyes, then looked at me. Her slack gaze, goofy smile, sweat-matted hair clinging to her messy face. Her skin glistened in the mood light, slick with perspiration. They say a woman after orgasm is beautiful. She panted roughly, radiating pheromones.
"Tutor..."
"What?"
"Are you really gonna end it like this?"
Her eyes drifted downward with a sly smile—not to my face, but my crotch.
"You look like you can't hold back either..."
"..."
"It feels unfair if only I get to feel good."
She met my eyes and grinned. She was right—my body had reached its limit. Her thick, fragrant pheromones from this 21-year-old beauty had been teasing me for ages. My dormant male instincts had awakened. No—from kneading her breasts, I'd been bathed in her scent, my own male musk filling the air. I was drenched in sweat, breathing ragged, my erection throbbing painfully. Precum had soaked through my panties and pants, just like her juices on the bed. Insanely so. I wanted to ravage her. I'd barely restrained myself when...
"Tutor... look. It's so wet."
Yoo Ara spread her legs and fingered her pussy. My heart pounded like a drum at the sight. This little minx—who'd endured my restraint during the massage—now spreading like a whore.
"Where'd you learn that?"
"I didn't learn it? Just so you know, Tutor..."
Her index and middle fingers parted her labia. Her pale pink pussy gaped, dripping strings of arousal.
"I'm a virgin with no experience."
How could anyone hold back after that? Drunk on her pheromones, my body refused restraint.
"You brought this on yourself."
"Teach me."
I stripped off my clothes. My sweat-soaked shirt clung stubbornly. I yanked it off with effort, then dropped my pants. As I pulled down my precum-drenched panties, I felt Yoo Ara's gaze lock on my crotch.
"W-whoa, it's huge..."
Her whisper was soft. Yeah. I'm pretty big. Confident in my size.
"Don't worry. I'll go easy."
"Hehe, Tutor..."
"What?"
"Teach me everything from the start. All of it..."
She spread her arms. Seeing her parted lips, I lost it. They say there's a moment no man can resist. This was it. A 21-year-old student confessing her virginity and begging for me. No man could hold back.
I embraced Yoo Ara and slid my rock-hard cock inside her. Her soaked depths were slippery yet tight, hugging me snugly like her massive breasts.
"Hngt!"
It went in deep, filling her, but moving was impossible.
"It hurts..."
Blood trickled from her pussy—virgin blood staining the sheets. I held her close.
"Stay like this a bit. Until it feels better."
"Thank you, Tutor..."
Embracing her, I felt her heartbeat. Her scent was sweet, the breasts in my hands soft. Natural tits sinking into my fingers. The sensation drew a moan from me unwittingly.
"Aaah."
Our eyes met, and like a silent vow, our lips joined. Warm and soft. As her tight pussy molded to my shape...
"You can move now, I think."
"Got it."
Gripping her slim waist, I thrust. With each stroke...
"Hngt! Haang!"
Her moans filled the room, sultry and intoxicating. The yellow-lit pair tangled in ecstasy. It felt incredible. Her soft grip on my rigid cock. Her first time, and mine after so long.
"Haa, haang! So th-thick, Tutor... Squeeze my breasts hard. Like before!"
As she wished, I gripped her watermelon-sized tits firmly—enough to reshape them. The full, bouncy flesh tickled my palms.
"Hnnng!"
She shuddered. Satisfied, trembling with pleasurable moans. I shifted to doggy style. Her ass presented, panting—I slapped it hard.
"Kyaa!"
Her ass reddened with her cry. Yet she seemed to love it, shaking her hips breathlessly.
"Yes! More like that, Tutor!!"
Begging for harder spanks. Her masochism fully awakened.
"Harder! Hnnnggg!!!"
Was it too long since my last time?
"Ngh..."
Climax was building fast.
"Cum in me! Tutor, cum! I'm close too—hnggt!!"
She shuddered violently. Her orgasm tensed her body, pussy clamping mercilessly to milk me. Semen surged up my shaft. Realizing no condom, I pulled out.
Splurt! I sprayed white cum over her ass and waist, coating her sweaty skin.
"Haa, haa."
"Hoo, hooo."
"You could've cum inside..."
She looked back over her shoulder, ass still raised, eyes desperate and unfocused.
"Can't do that without a condom."
"Hehe, you can cum inside me, Tutor."
Did she know what she was saying? Her blissed-out face didn't look sane. I wiped the cum from her waist with tissue. Then she pulled something from her bag.
"Tutor... you're not satisfied yet, right?"
She eyed my still-hard cock. In her hand: a condom. This wouldn't end with one round.
"If my obedient student wants more, sure."
"Then one more as a reward?"
"If you want."
I stroked her chin and took the condom.
"Then do more."
She gazed up pleadingly. A student's request...
"Alright."
With clumsy but eager hands, she rolled the condom on, and we went again. Until the last train stopped running. Until we used up the box of condoms she'd brought.