Please Ravage the Academy Prodigy's Pussy Roughly
“Mmph! Pwah! How was it?”
Yoo Ara looked up at me after swallowing my cock all the way to the back of her throat and pulling it out. The corners of her mouth twitched upward in a slight tremble. Her eyes, flushed red from the strain of deepthroating, brimmed with tears, and thick strands of foamy saliva stretched between my shaft and her lips.
Even though it must have been a real ordeal to take me that deep, Yoo Ara was pretending to stay as composed as possible.
“My throat pussy... that’s reward enough, right?”
Her lips parted wide, fingers prying them even further as she spoke, and my cock—already at its limit—throbbed harder.
“I don’t need to hear your answer... I can tell.”
Yoo Ara flashed a triumphant smile at my twitching dick.
“Did it feel that good? Enough to make your cock swell up like this...?”
To crank her masochism up even higher, I could’ve pushed her harder right then. But I knew she was going all out today because another student was around. A little carrot might be the smarter play for now.
“Yeah. It was good.”
I stroked her hair.
“Heehee!”
Her dazed grin lit up with fresh energy.
“Then enjoy a bit more of your reward. It’s my gift to you, Teacher.”
“Alright.”
Yoo Ara buried her face in my crotch again. My thick, lengthy shaft vanished into her mouth. The warm, wet, soft embrace of her lips rubbed against my hypersensitive cock.
“Hoo...”
“Mmph! Urgh!”
As I shoved deep into her throat, she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched around me. Her neck bulged slightly with every thrust, then relaxed. Even as her throat was forcibly stretched, she clung to my body, refusing to let go, squeezing relentlessly.
The impossible tightness no pussy could match made my mind go blank for a second.
“Hngh!”
Pleasure shot up my spine from my cock and slammed into my brain. A sensation utterly unlike her pussy opened up a whole new world of ecstasy for me.
“I’m gonna cum—swallow it all.”
I grabbed her head without thinking. For even deeper pleasure from my already buried cock, I gripped her and rocked her back and forth.
“Urghhh!!!”
Startled, Yoo Ara flailed, but only for a moment. My climax, already at the brink, surged up my urethra. I yanked her head into my groin like she was nothing but a fleshlight.
Her hands pounded my abs and hips wildly.
“Urgh! Mmph!”
She thrashed; I came. Only after the last spasms faded did I release her head.
“Pwah!”
Yoo Ara jerked back, gulping fresh air. Her face was a wreck—smeared with tears, snot, and spit—as she panted raggedly.
“Haa, haa.”
Our eyes met as her hot breaths washed over me. She glared, but beneath it, I saw profound satisfaction. Her lips quivered, on the verge of a grin. She probably didn’t realize it, but since she’d changed in a hurry, no panties meant her rock-hard nipples poked blatantly through her shirt. She was just as turned on.
“You... came way too much, didn’t you? I thought my stomach was gonna fill up with cum.”
“Your throat pussy felt too damn good. Couldn’t hold back.”
“R-Really? That good?”
“Yeah. Really good.”
Insanely so. I’d never cum like that before. Deeper satisfaction than pounding a pussy. What the hell was Yoo Ara’s body made of? It was unreal.
“I-I’m just glad you liked your reward so much.”
“Not that kind of ‘glad,’ huh?”
My hand found her breast.
“So desperate you didn’t even bother with panties?”
“Ah...”
I teased her nipple, and a sweet moan escaped her lips.
“W-We shouldn’t...”
“You sent me those pics yesterday for this, didn’t you?”
Reminding her of last night’s texts turned her ears even redder.
“D-Don’t say it... it’s embarrassing...”
“You love this stuff.”
“B-But...”
I stripped off her clothes. She yielded without resistance, lifting her arms to help me peel away her top. Her massive tits, pushed up by her bra, bounced enticingly.
“We still have prep classes for next semester...”
“After all that, you’re gonna play coy?”
“Eek...”
“You want it too.”
Squelch, squelch.
Her sopping pussy. My raging cock. We’d hit our limits. One load didn’t mean we were done. She’d wrung me out with her throat of her own accord. Her scent, her voice, her flushed face, those nipples straining against her shirt—any man who didn’t get hard for a bitch in heat didn’t deserve the name.
The moment our eyes locked, she wrapped her arms around my neck and crushed her lips to mine. A feral kiss. I devoured her right back, not caring that her mouth was full of my cum. Hell, I was too far gone to give a shit.
“Teacher, fuck me rough. Torment this academy prodigy’s pussy without mercy.”
Her eyes unfocused, she begged. And so we fucked until one of us passed out.
“Haa, haa.”
Yoo Ara wriggled in the arms of Siu, who lay beside her. His cock was iron-hard, like a steel pipe, churning her insides with unearthly sensation. She’d lost count of her orgasms. They’d met while the sun was up; now the moon hung in the sky. She knew she shouldn’t, but she devoured her teacher’s body anyway.
It felt that good. His body, his scent, everything about Siu.
“Hee hee hee...”
Her fingers traced the chest of Siu, lost in brief slumber. Touching his sweat-slick, rock-hard pecs made his raw masculinity pulse through her, stirring her loins again.
I’m such a hopeless perv.
Why did his scent have to be this intoxicating? She wanted to inhale it forever.
Sniff, sniff.
This twisted craving was why, instead of washing his clothes like she’d promised, she’d bought new ones from the same brand and given those to him. She couldn’t bear to clean them. Even without him there, she craved his smell. Last night, after their call, she’d masturbated to it.
It felt pervy, but she couldn’t fight the urge.
Sniff, sniff.
She loved his scent, his voice, everything. It hadn’t always been this intense. Until recently, Kim Siu was just a skilled tutor with a kinky side. Her possessiveness stemmed from his talents—she didn’t want to lose him to anyone.
But when he crushed the loan sharks who’d targeted her family, her heart raced for the first time. She could barely look at him.
At first, she chalked it up to nerves or surprise. She was moved when he stripped her and healed her wounds. Sure, he’d teasingly ordered her to pee in front of him, but even that wasn’t all bad.
Ah, I still haven’t admitted it.
No way I like Teacher Siu. No way.
She comforted herself that it was just his scent and manly allure. That’s why she forgave his roughness.
I need Teacher Siu... and I want to keep smelling this forever...
Hoping he’d sleep a little longer, she nuzzled into his scent. Prep for next semester could wait. Vacation had plenty of time left.
Daesung Guild’s main conference room. Korea’s largest guild—and a global superpower. Holding the titles of Korea’s #1 and world’s #8, it was the colossal dinosaur leading the nation’s hunter world. Post-Gate Korea was practically the Daesung Republic, such was their influence. The top guild every hunter dreamed of joining, Korea’s strongest.
The meeting analyzed the future engines and gems to lead Daesung.
Scout Division Head Park Hyun-mu addressed the team leaders.
“Any standout freshmen from the Korean Hunter Academy this year?”
His gravelly voice prompted Teams 1 through 5 to submit their handpicked gem lists. Park scanned the reports.
Ordinary cadets didn’t even make the lists. This wasn’t about picking dungeon raiders. It was about finding raw talents who could become Daesung’s future jewels. Just landing on one meant hunter success.
The industry-open second exam was public knowledge. To ensure fairness and shield students from early guild exposure, the academy shared no other info with rivals. No guild access unless students opted in.
Sticklers.
Park, who believed proactive scouting boosted student drive, wanted to bash academy profs’ heads.
Protection my ass—they just want first dibs.
Government-run, the academy was basically pre-poaching gems. Daesung built their own academy in Busan, but it lagged in scale and results—forever “second-best,” a thorn in their side.
Post-second exam, scout teams gathered to assess growth and potential. Time to separate wheat from chaff.
Park noted the six names common across reports.
“Baek Han-beom, Kwon Jun-hyuk, Yeo Un-gi, Lee Jin-ah, Lee Hye-ri... Yoo Ara?”
Assuming Baek and Kwon went to Cheongwol and Hopan Guilds, that left four consensus picks.
“Lee Hye-ri’s a surprise. Didn’t she switch to tank?”
Team 3 lead spoke up.
“She synced with main tank Baek Han-beom this exam, showing off her DPS chops too. Might’ve changed her mind.”
“DPS? You half-blind or something?”
“...Pardon?”
“She still looks like a sloppy, half-baked tank to me.”
What DPS leads the front line? They were fooled by Baek’s presence. Idiots.
“Lee Hye-ri just got lucky. Baek covered her weaknesses to make top team.”
Baek deserved the higher marks. And besides...
“Yoo Ara... she really from D-Class?”
“Yes.”
Team 1 Lead Kim Hyun-jeong nodded.
“Kim, you think she fits Daesung too?”
“Yes. She repeated a year, but word is she’s A-Class material now.”
“Could be academy staging?”
“Can’t rule it out. They’re stonewalling her info. She hid her first-exam scores too.”
Park drummed the table.
“Hid them?”
“Yes.”
“She disclosed last year?”
“Yes.”
Yoo Ara. This year’s dark horse, out of nowhere. Intriguing. Repeat student last year, now surging—and suddenly hiding scores.
“Hiding after the surge...”
Lately, with Daesung poaching academy kids to their own school, the academy played games—hiding info to block them. Preemptive cover or bluff? Needed to know. Fairness-obsessed academy wouldn’t rig exams, but...
Better safe.
If they were screwing Daesung on purpose, hit back hard.
“Yoo Ara took first in the public second exam, right?”
“Yes. Baek Han-beom, Lee Hye-ri, Yoo Ara—all three...”
“Team Leader Kim Hyun-jeong.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s Daesung’s motto?”
“If they’re not the best, we don’t take ’em.”
“Right. Tail those top three. How’d they improve? Growth potential?”
First-year scores didn’t guarantee continuity—academy ranks shifted—but ignoring the first public #1s? Suicide. Rivals would watch too. Year-end #1s became must-haves.
“Yoo Ara especially. Dig into her upset win. Any exam irregularities?”
“Got it.”
Park eyed Kim Hyun-jeong, Daesung’s top scout after himself.
“Go see her yourself.”
“Yoo Ara, sir?”
“Yeah. Check her out firsthand.”
“Understood.”
She’d handle it. Park turned to Team 2.
“Next candidates?”
“Baek Han-beom crushed as a tank again. Cheongwol-bound, but persuadable.”
“Kwon Jun-hyuk lost emotional control and dropped early, but handling multiple villains shows promise.”
The meeting rolled on. More names surfaced beyond top picks. Park had no doubt most would join Daesung someday.