Even the Star Student Acts Shamelessly! Stuffed Full of Cum Every Day and Fiddling with Her Slave's Cock During Class
Sylvia had started plugging her cum-filled asshole with an anal plug and going about her daily routine three days ago. During this week-long "punishment" period, I'd faithfully kept my promise to ejaculate deep into her ass with utmost sincerity every single time.
"Hrghhh...♡"
"You okay?"
"D-Doggo's... f-fine...♡"
...No matter how you looked at it, this seemed less like me getting punished and more like her being the one suffering. But with each passing night, her anus and rectum appeared to be adapting to my cock and cum.
Right now, her lower belly was slightly but noticeably bulging. To the untrained eye, it might pass for a full stomach after a big meal, but the other witches wouldn't let it slide that easily. Witches digest food in their stomachs rapidly and absorb it all completely. Nothing makes it past the stomach to the rest of the digestive tract, so a food belly never lasts long—like those glutton protagonists in Dragon Ball or One Piece who process meals at warp speed.
Sylvia's bloated belly was entirely due to the cum that had been pumped into her rectum and large intestine—organs that barely functioned in witches—from the wrong direction, via her asshole. It hadn't been obvious on day one, but by day two and now day three, her cum capacity had increased dramatically. The principle was simple: just as her small, tight pussy and ass had stretched to fit my cock perfectly, relentlessly overfilling her womb or guts built up their elasticity, allowing them to swell even fuller than before.
"Hnnngh...♡"
"You sure you're really okay?"
Anyway, right now she was dressed in her cadet uniform, her lower belly protruding just like a woman at around 12 weeks pregnant. God, it was so perversely hot... If this were an unplanned pregnancy, she'd be trembling with worries about the future, but it wasn't, so I could indulge in the thrill guilt-free. No fetus in there—just cum. The reward for cramming it in with mindless breeding presses felt damn good.
"Haa...♡ The plug feels like it's gonna pop out, so I can't get up. Master, lean your shoulder on me and press down...?"
"I made that plug huge—no way it's slipping."
Sylvia shot me a glare loaded with raw lust.
"If I say it's gonna slip, you're doubting me?"
"Whoa, as if I'd dare! Right away—shoulder press it is."
I pressed down firmly on Sylvia, who was sitting primly in her lecture hall seat.
"Ughhh...♡"
She shuddered violently, placing her hands over the backs of mine as they pinned her. Gritting her teeth, she savored the stifling pressure of her asshole being squished, making the cum in her belly slosh around. Actively reveling in that lewd sensation...! What a perverted maso master she was. Wasn't this just too damn slutty?
"Haaak. Hak. Haaaak..."
Sounds that could be either stomach pains or moans kept leaking out. She wrapped her arms around her bulging belly again, her body twitching sporadically as she let out dazed sighs. These days, with the plug in, she made lewd requests like "squish me down" now and then to satisfy her carnal cravings. Not content with just parading her bloated belly around today, she'd squirted pussy juice four times already—like her water had broken—only for her to magic it away each time.
Watching from the side made my balls ache too, but during class, I'd secretly jerk her off under the desk, or during breaks, she'd milk me with her mouth. All I could do was wait endlessly for nightfall. Oh, and naturally, I never wasted the cum from handjobs or mouthjobs—she swallowed every drop. And came from it. Add in the separate orgasm from me pressing the plug just now, and that made four hand/mouth loads plus four more: eight times total. How many climaxes was she gunning for in a day? And Sylvia didn't just cum simply—no, she stacked multiple orgasms in one go, like some stock splitting for liquidity.
In these three days of attending classes while drowning in perversion, I'd realized something bone-deep. I'd worried that sneaking in these lewd acts mid-class would distract her from learning. But to cut to the chase: my concern was overstepping. My master was a genius silver-haired beauty. Focus on the "genius" part.
Yeah... Even while overindulging in smut, she somehow absorbed every lesson perfectly. Incredibleeee.
I'd been there too, but the stuff I barely grasped? Nothing stuck—too busy getting freaky. Ability gap in action?
'Doesn't matter! Sylvia's mine!'
She might be called the master, but ours was a one-of-a-kind bond where we owned each other. The smarter she was, the better for me.
While I reminisced over these three days, Sylvia finally shook off the afterglow of her climax with ragged "haaaks." Her skirt's lining was soaked through—if she stayed like this, anyone could tell she'd just cum. Luckily, the other witches had left already, leaving just us.
Sylvia lifted her head and met my eyes. Her drenched gaze locked with mine before she slowly closed her eyes.
Oh. After that anal-pressure cum-sloshing orgasm where she squirted like crazy, my master wanted a kiss. Gotta oblige.
Our lips met. Chuu♡ Mmmph♡ Smooch♡ Chu♡ Chu-chu. Tongues entwined with wet sounds. She pulled back softly, beaming blissfully.
Time to head to the next classroom. She'd cum so hard that pussy juice was dribbling down her thighs, forming a puddle on the floor—slippery enough to trip someone.
"───."
Her flushed face chanted swiftly. Thanks to inheriting my memories and experiences from our volcanic zone adventure, her chanting had improved leaps and bounds—minor spells now sounded like an opera singer's drawn-out "ahhh."
Shwaaah! Water materialized in the air, washing over her and absorbing the floor puddle before vanishing. Pussy juice: deleted. Evidence: destroyed.
"Hng... Day by day, my belly's getting more bloated..."
"All that stretching paid off."
"Mmm. Keep filling me like this from now on, my slave. Time for the next classroom. Carry your master?"
Now dry and fluffy, she placed a hand on her lower belly, bending awkwardly at the waist as she leaned into me. I naturally scooped her up princess-style and headed out, pondering why this even counted as punishment...
Suppose corporal punishment is standard for wrongdoers. But if the recipient has no pain receptors and infinite regen, it loses all meaning for them. You can't just craft a special penalty either—start making arbitrary exceptions to rules, and it turns into chaos no one follows.
Take a misdemeanor with a 500,000-won fine: two people commit it. One has exactly 500,000 won to their name; the other has 5 billion. You enforce the exact amount regardless—no scaling it to "that guy's rich, so make him pay 500 million" or "500,000 is just 0.1% of 5 billion, so 5 million instead." The poor guy's whole fortune? Tough luck—no pity discounts like "just pay 50,000."
Same crime, same spot: one walks away unscathed, the other ruined. The victim bitches endlessly, but that's life. Until now, I'd been one of the "fuck, that's unfair!" types. If past-me faced that? I'd rage: "That's my everything—stealing it all?! Unfair! Make the billionaire cough up his whole stack too!!" Not that I'd ever commit crimes—I was a clean citizen. Sure.
But now? My situation's flipped. Look at me—living the ultimate pervert dream. Why line up with the masses? When other slaves writhe through punishment, shaking their pupae and whimpering "Kyiiiing, cummin' so haaard," should I demand equivalent suffering by tweaking my penalty? No way.
By this world's standards, I'm the outlier. Turning my master into a cum-dump toilet and packing her guts tight? That's my "punishment"—and I'm loving it. No way Sylvia swaps it out just 'cause it doesn't hurt me. Why? Taming the slave doubles as fulfilling the master's desires—no sense hunting alternatives. Headache, no gain. She's enjoying her role too, so everyone's winning. Happy ending, right?
"Hnnngh... Over there."
"Close by."
Lost in thought while walking, we'd arrived at the next classroom. I set my master down on a chair—like lowering an emergency pregnant patient. She winced, curling up with a whimper.
"Hnnngh...♡ This agonizing feeling... so gooood...♡"
The witches' eyes snapped to her en masse. Some coughed at the faint cum scent wafting from her, others blushed furiously. Kuku. Compared to my Sylvia, they were total noobs. One witch gaped blankly, unblinking—wait, was that a "Sylvia's pregnant?!" look? Nah, they couldn't be that dumb. She wasn't pregnant; just packed with rectal cum making her belly pooch out. Hope no misunderstandings...
The other witches were much the same. Sneaking peeks until class started, then facing forward with perked ears to eavesdrop. Amateur pervs. Sigh—no real competition? Sylvia dominated utterly. Made her the academy's top bitch. I seated my prized S-rank virgin bitch Sylvia and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
On the first day of class, I'd had her on my lap, but once full-on cum-dump injections kicked in, her heat wouldn't quit without toying with my cock—so side-by-side for easier handies now.
This lecture? Sneak a cumshot and feed it to Sylvia. Best I could do as her slave.
Class began; Sylvia secretly cast a sound barrier around our lower halves. On par with or above the professor, she'd go unnoticed for minor spells if careful. Amazingggg.
To munch her genius pussy, I shifted her panties aside without alerting the witches—no warning—and peeled back her clit hood raw.
"Hik♡"
Slutty as ever, instead of recoiling, she thrust her hips forward. Unconscious lewd mastery. Legs splayed submissively wide, pussy presented for easy slave access. Snag—her clit squished perfectly between my fingers, chewy and taut. Like popping bubble wrap endlessly, kneading a caught clit was instinct.
I gripped and rubbed.
"Hikit...♡ Ihit♡ Hnniiiik...♡"
With her premature pussy under my control, she bit down hard, fighting the climax. How long would she last this time? What? This mid-class stealth play was our master-slave handjob battle! Loser (first to cum) says something embarrassing and kisses the winner!
"Hak♡ Hak♡ Hik♡"
Ultimate maso with a hair-trigger pussy, she had low odds yet always let me strike first. Only now, clit snared, did her trembling hand reach for my cock. Already on the edge. She struggled to wrap her soft hand around it, stroking feebly. Pat-pat-pat... But her defeat was sealed. I was revved up too, close to blowing—but she'd pop first. Hell, a quick pinch like this—
Pewit!Pew-pew!Pewwooo!
"...H...Uh...Uk...♡"
—and I'd shatter her endurance, sending her over. My proud, spirited master bared her teeth like a wolf pup, stifling her orgasm moan. She always blocked pussy-squelch and handjob sounds but left her mouth unmuted—'cause it turned her on more, she said. Couldn't hide the squelching anyway.
Desk cover kept us undetected so far. ...Probably? Anyway, victory today too. Undefeated in handjob duels. Gonna hear "I love you" from my pretty master and get kisses. Kyaa. Punishment days are a blast.