Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: 15. Please Teach Me (4)
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...What was right in front of me was an onahole.
Just a hole to make my dick feel good.
Even if it was a bit tight, if I shoved it in hard enough, it would stretch to fit my size eventually.
So even if it begged me to stop, I had to thrust in as much as I wanted.
No need to treat it like a person.
Treating it like an onahole was plenty.
If I just jerked off feeling good like this,
even Yojora would end up enjoying it.
"...Is it hard to relax?"
"Fuc... kking, ugh...!"
"Your legs. Don't clamp them shut—spread them. Like this."
"Ah, it hurts...!"
Yojora was already trembling and trying to close her legs even though only the tip had gone in.
I roughly spread her thighs, which were just about to touch, and pressed firmly against her shallow entrance.
Slamming all the way to the base in one go could wait.
Right now, it was time to loosen her up little by little.
Someone like Lee Ha-yoon or Lee Ji-yoon, who were a bit taller, might not have minded, but this girl needed time.
A body that was barely 160cm—if I shoved in my over-20cm length right away, it would obviously break.
For now, I needed to get her used to at least the tip, which she was already groaning and struggling with.
Once she could properly swallow even this,
then teach her how to climax from having her inner walls scraped by a man's cock,
after that,
how to climax from having her cervix pounded,
and after that,
how to climax intensely from getting creampied.
...Yojora here seemed like she wanted to try getting creampied,
so someday, if the chance came, I'd let her.
After making sure she was properly on birth control pills, of course.
"...Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts...! You... fucking bastard...!"
"...Can't be helped. It's your first time."
"Then pull it out... Why do you keep poking... Hik...!"
As I whispered in her ear and moved my hips, Yojora flinched while gripping the door and bending over.
I pressed down on her waist from above and rubbed against her slick inner walls with wet squelching sounds.
Thank goodness her legs were relatively long; still, for comfortable sex, we'd probably need to head to a bed...
...Well, that could be for next time.
Every time there was progress in my relationship with Han Su-ah like today, if I fucked her, she'd learn like Pavlov's dog.
Listen well to Seo Woo-jin, and you might get fucked like today again...
Of course, she'd grumble and spew all sorts of curses on the outside,
but I already knew Yojora's cute inner thoughts.
Didn't matter.
"...Pull out. Fuck, pull out...!"
"You gotta ask nicely. Japanese people are good at that, right?"
"Shove it up your...!"
"...Saying it while clenching like that doesn't really hit. If you're not gonna fix your mouth, at least say some dirtier shit that turns me on."
"...Perverted bastard...!"
"You know, like calling me a guy who can only do rape by threats."
"...Ha. What's hot about that crap...?"
"Just an example. Example. I'm not good at dirty talk. I mostly just use exclamations."
As I said that and swept up the sweat-soaked hem of Yojora's waist, "fuck, fuck"—curses in perfect pronunciation from a Japanese girl echoed through the bathroom.
...Was that why? It really felt like I was raping Yojora.
In my mind, it was no different from just playing along with her tastes,
but her pussy clenching tight as if begging not to go deeper,
her voice cursing me nonstop even as she yielded her hole under threat,
and the oddly dissonant quiet classical music from the bathroom radio in this situation.
Rape.
Outdoors.
I didn't particularly have tastes like that...
...But it was turning me on anyway.
Before I knew it, Yojora could somehow take the tip.
As I pressed my glans against her still-stiff inner depths, I wrapped her school uniform tie around my hand and yanked it.
"...?! Gk, kghk...!"
"Say it. The dirty talk you like."
"Cunt... whor, e...?!?"
I pinned Yojora hard against the door,
ready to pound my cock in with wet thuds.
...Well, only about half was in at most,
but seeing my shaft soaked in her juices every time I pulled out,
or Yojora's back view with her knees already trembling as she braced herself—it seemed plenty for her.
...But what to do.
Not enough for me.
"...Why can't you say more when I tell you to?"
"Hek...! Hek... hek...!"
"I didn't pull the tie that hard—you're not choking. Don't be dramatic."
"Not the tie...! Your cock, it's all in...!"
"Yeah?"
"Ngheek...?!"
"Only just this deep now. ...Satisfied already?"
"Fuc... fucking hell...!"
Taking advantage of Yojora crushing her tits against the door and panting raggedly, I thrust my cock even deeper into her spread, twitching pussy with all my strength.
...No, "shoved in" was more accurate.
Even though I could feel it wouldn't go further,
even though Yojora braced her forearm against the door and desperately pushed at my stomach begging me to stop,
I crammed in as deep as possible,
pulled out with a squelch,
and again.
Shoving even deeper than before,
repeating it over and over.
"...You stuck to me after getting me drunk, trying to fuck me, right?"
"He... hek... heuk... S-stop... stooop...!"
"But now you're getting fucked in the men's room instead, and you're satisfied?"
"Nghek... ughik...? Ah...? ...Ugh......!"
"You wanted to hear 'master' or 'queen' in my voice, didn't you?"
"Shut... up... Cum quick and pull out...!!"
Maybe because I kept poking at Yojora's inner thoughts, she screamed like a bitch in heat loud enough for anyone coming in to hear clearly as I ravaged her.
Far from calming her, after pounding deep with thuds while draping the tie she'd been yanking over her shoulder for a bit,
I crammed my cock as far as possible into her spasming pussy from climaxing and let out a pleasurable sigh.
"Fine. I'll cum quick and end it. Though I'd prefer if you begged more politely."
"......Fucking, bas...!"
"But if you do one thing I tell you properly."
"......! Y-you, don't tell me to someone coming into the bathroom...!"
"What bullshit? Why would I give mine to someone else?"
"......"
"Just... say something I'd like."
"......What...?"
"You know. Like 'master' or whatever."
"......"
I didn't particularly like it.
I'd met too many women who switched to that kind of title right after a quick fuck.
But there was someone who'd like that besides me.
None other than
right in front of me.
"......"
"Don't wanna?"
"...I-I need to prepare myself mentally...!!"
"Hurry up. Don't stall."
"How am I supposed to say that right away...! ...Ugh, yeah... bad, bastard...!"
See?
Until now she'd been as rude as possible, but instead of "shut up," she said "wait"?
Looking down at such a Yojora, I kept pounding deep into her pussy with heavy thuds like before for a moment.
Then, as the urge to cum boiled over, I gathered her long midnight-blue hair in one hand and yanked it back.
Creeak,
the bathroom door opened once more.
"......"
"......"
I paused my hips for a second, and Yojora desperately held her breath quietly to avoid getting caught—hak, hak.
The classical music, muffled earlier by the wet sounds over her voice, settled back in.
Checking the presence, it was just one person this time.
Footsteps oblivious to what was happening in this stall, heading to the urinal to undo his belt.
Soon, the expected low sounds followed.
Unlike us turning the bathroom into a love hotel, he was using it properly for its purpose.
...Was that why?
Or because I'd just held back from cumming?
An idea popped up for this opportunity.
"......?!"
Yojora, pressed tight to the door catching her breath.
As I grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them, and started moving my hips, her scarlet eyes snapped toward me like a startled squirrel.
Her gaze was filled with unspeakable curses.
If I had to pick one, it'd be "Don't fuck around in this situation and pull out right now!!"
...What to do.
I wanted to see you desperately holding back moans and twitching like this.
My dick's...
insanely hard too.
"...Eut......"
Ignoring her glare, I shoved in my pre-cum-ready cock with light crumples.
If I crammed it like rape as before, she couldn't hold back moans, so much gentler than earlier.
But with someone outside, her twitching clenches came several times faster than before.
"Fuc......"
I scraped along her clinging walls as if refusing to let go and pulled out,
then filled the hole of Yojora—who was trembling silently, dripping sticky juices onto the bathroom floor—
tightly again with my heated cock.
...Ah. Driving me crazy.
Just a bit more and I could hilt it.
I sighed onto Yojora's back, who was already leaking precarious moans, and pulled out the same way.
Drip. Drip.
Clear liquid from her earlier climax trailed down various parts of Yojora, where the creampie traces had vanished.
Sliding down her thighs to soak her socks,
or dripping from under her clit to form a puddle on the floor.
......I scooped up some of her juices with my thumb, slicked up her hole stickily,
and shoved my bare cock in without a condom again.
Whoosh,
as the urinal flushed,
a bit more intensely.
So intensely that Yojora, who had given up and was focusing on muffling her moans, clamped her mouth shut tight.
Intensely.
Not that our thighs slapped with thuds,
but fiercely.
Like jerking off using Yojora's pussy as an onahole.
Sticky.
"Ngghuk... hik...!"
Splash,
followed by the sink faucet running.
At the same time, because I'd thrust deep? Yojora's voice leaked a bit more anxiously.
"......Hik... ugh... mmph...!"
Someone leisurely using the hand dryer meticulously.
With just one partition between us, I continued noisy sex with Yojora.
Not that the pounding sounds were audible,
but her short, ragged moans,
and the door creaking occasionally leaked out.
Honestly, there was no reason for those noises from inside a stall.
Unless someone was fucking and shoving their weight around—no other reason.
If that guy tilted his head and peeked under the partition, it'd all be exposed.
I knew all that in my head, but
between the hand dryer and classical music, I made sticky juice sounds over and over.
And
just like that.
As the sound of the bathroom door opening and exiting came.
"......Eut...!"
"......"
"...Crazy bastard...!"
Whisper whisper.
Instead of obediently calling me "master,"
Yojora sexily whispered "crazy bastard" as I
dumped onto her ass,
onto her sweat-soaked back,
blurble...,
blurt,
splurt..., splurt....
noisily.
Blurble,
blurb,
blooo....
Until my balls were empty, spewing thick clumps of semen,
then rubbed my tip on her ass to wipe off the remnants.
There was toilet paper right next to us anyway,
or I could've just shot on the wall and bolted,
but
"......Fucking hate it... fuck...!"
Yojora.
Because I knew this was what you wanted.
Before long, only cool melted ice water flowed through the straw.
While Han Su-ah was experiencing an unexpected paparazzi-like job.
"......"
The glasses-less health teacher left first, glancing around before exiting the bathroom,
and Yojora followed after, hood pulled low, pretending to come out of the women's room as naturally as possible.
...As expected.
Those two were that kind of relationship.
Hmm.
"......Hm."
The price for satisfying her curiosity was her short break time.
In exchange, she gained "information."
That Yojora was in a sexual relationship with the academy health teacher.
Of course, it wasn't useful info yet.
What problem was there with two adults doing adult things?
Just embarrassing private life hard to reveal to others.
Unless it was someone she truly hated, Yojora was one of her precious friends.
One out of one, sure.
Han Su-ah swirled the nearly melted ice, lost in thought.
She'd learned bone-deep from peeking over her parents' shoulders that information was money.
How could she use this? The thought spun in her head like the ice in her glass.
The most urgent was forcibly making friends to live as an in-crowd at the academy.
But blackmailing the health teacher with "become my friend before I expose you're a perv" was kinda ridiculous...
Hmm. What else?
"Hm."
...No, wait.
Why was that funny?
She still couldn't even talk properly to guys, so having a platonic opposite-sex friend like this would be convenient in many ways?
Plus, the health teacher was dating Yojora. (Weird title, but probably.)
In other words, the limit was normal girl-friend, guy-friend—not lovers.
She wasn't really planning to expose it even if she threatened...
While at it, maybe learn from the health teacher what guys like?
Could use it when making the next opposite-sex friend?
Besides, a healing-type Transcendent had to be a high-salary earner.
Money-rich male clients were always welcome from a company perspective.
Not always, but male customers filed overwhelmingly fewer complaints than females.
"......"
Alright. Decided.
You're the one.
Han Su-ah waited another 30 minutes or so to avoid running into Yojora, then got up from her seat.