Teach Me (4)
What sat in front of my eyes was an onahole.
Nothing but a hole meant to make my cock feel good. A little tight, maybe, but shove it in hard enough and long enough and it would stretch to fit me. So even if she begged me to stop, I was going to pound it in as I pleased. No need to treat her like a person. Treating her like an onahole was plenty. Just jerk off until it felt good, and Yozora would feel good too.
"...Having trouble relaxing?"
"Hah... w-wait, nngh..."
"Your legs. Don't clamp them shut—spread them. Like this."
"Ah, it hurts...!"
Only the head was in, and already Yozora was busy clamping her thighs and shaking. I forced them apart a little roughly, just before they could close all the way, and pressed down on nothing but the shallow stretch. Driving it in to the root the way I wanted could wait. Right now was for loosening her up, bit by bit. Lee Hayun and Lee Jiyoon were tall enough that it wouldn't have mattered, but this one needed time. Shove something a little over eight inches straight into a body that barely cleared five-foot-three, and she'd break for sure. First I had to get her used to the head she was already groaning under. Once she could swallow even that properly—then how to climax from having her walls scraped by a man. After that, how to climax with her womb pounded. And after that, how to climax hard while being creampied.
Yozora here seemed to want to try a creampie anyway. If the chance came someday, I intended to give it to her. After making sure she'd taken her birth control properly, of course.
"...Still hurts?"
"I said it hurts...! You... you bastard..."
"...Can't be helped. It's your first time."
"If you know that, then pull out a little... why do you keep jabbing it in... hiihk..."
I whispered it by her ear and rolled my hips, and Yozora flinched, bent over with her hands braced on the door. I pressed her waist down and rubbed along the slick, dripping walls. At least her legs were long. If we wanted to fuck comfortably, we'd have to move this to a bed eventually. Well—next time. Take her every time it helped things along with Han Sua, the way it had today, and she'd learn it the way Pavlov's dog learned. Listen to Seo Woojin, and you might get fucked again, just like today. Of course she'd still grumble and spit every curse she knew on the outside. I'd known Yozora's cute little inner thoughts for a long time already. It didn't matter.
"...Pull out. Fuck, pull out...!"
"You should ask nicely. Japanese people are good at that sort of thing, aren't they?"
"Go fuck yourself...!"
"...Saying that while you squeeze down on me doesn't really land. If you're not going to fix your language, at least try curses that get me harder."
"...Pervert bastard..."
"You know. Something like—a bastard who only knows how to rape people by threatening them."
"...Ha. How is that supposed to get anyone off?"
"It's an example. An example. I'm not good at cursing. I barely use them as interjections."
I said it while running a hand up Yozora's waist, slick with cold sweat, and fuck, fuck—curses in startlingly precise pronunciation, for a Japanese girl, rang through the bathroom. Maybe that was why. It almost felt like I really was raping her. On my end I was just playing along with her tastes, but there was the pussy clamping down, begging me not to push any deeper; Yozora's voice, still busy cursing me even as she offered up her cunt under threat; and the quiet classical music from the bathroom radio, utterly out of place in a scene like this.
Rape. Outdoors. I didn't particularly have tastes like that.
And yet, somehow, it was getting me hard.
Before I knew it, Yozora could take the head, at least. I pressed the glans against the part of her that was still stiff, wound her uniform tie around my hand, and pulled it taut.
"...?! Kek, kehuk..."
"Go on. The curses you like."
"You... bas... tard...?!"
I shoved her against the door like that, so I could pound my cock in. Well—barely half of it was in yet. But every time I pulled back I could see my shaft soaked in her fluids, and the sight of her from behind, knees already shaking as she held on, said this much was enough for her.
Too bad. It wasn't enough for me.
"...Why can't you do it when I tell you to?"
"Hek...! Hek... heeek..."
"I didn't pull it hard enough to choke you. Don't be dramatic."
"Not the tie...! You already... put the whole thing in...!"
"Did I?"
"Nnghiiik...?!"
"This is as far as it's gone, and only just now. ...Satisfied already?"
"...Wait, wait a sec..."
In the gap while Yozora crushed her breasts against the door and panted, I drove my cock deeper into the pussy that twitched, spread as wide as it would go. No—crammed was the better word. Even when I could feel it wouldn't go any further, even when Yozora, bracing herself with her forearms against the door, frantically tried to push my stomach away and tell me to stop, I packed it in as deep as it would go right then, pulled it back out with a wet schlick, and then again. Deeper than where I'd just been. Over and over.
"...You were the one who clung to me, trying to get me drunk and fuck me."
"Heh... hek... heuut... s-stop... stoppp..."
"And now you're the one getting fucked in the men's bathroom instead. Satisfied?"
"Nnghek... uhiik...?! Ah...? ...ugh..."
"Weren't you the one who wanted to hear Master and Queen in my voice?"
"Sh-shut up... just come already and pull your dick out...!!"
Maybe because I kept poking at what she was really thinking, Yozora—being taken by me—let out bitch-like screams loud enough that anyone walking in would have heard them easily. Far from calming her, I draped the tie I'd been pulling over her shoulder and drove deep for a while, thud after thud. Then I packed my cock as far as it would go into her cunt, which was busy convulsing because she'd already come, let out a pleased sigh, and spoke.
"Fine. I'll come quick and finish. Though I'd like it better if you asked a little more politely."
"...You bas... tard..."
"In exchange, do one thing I tell you to. Properly."
"...! You—you wouldn't, to someone coming into the bathroom..."
"What the hell are you talking about? Why would I give what's mine to someone else?"
"..."
"Just... say something I'd like."
"...What does that even..."
"You know roughly. Master. Something like that."
"..."
I don't particularly like it. I've met too many women who switch to that kind of title the moment they've had sex for a little while. But there's someone besides me who would like a title like that, isn't there.
None other than the one right in front of me.
"..."
"Don't want to?"
"...I-I need a moment to prepare myself, don't I...!!"
"Hurry up. Don't stall."
"How am I supposed to say something like that right away...! ...nngh, nn... you bad... bastard..."
See? Up until now she'd been spitting it out as nastily as she could, and now, instead of telling me to shut up, she was telling me to wait. I looked down at her and kept doing what I'd been doing, pressing deep into her pussy with heavy thuds—for a little while. Right around the time the urge to come boiled up, and I gathered her long, night-sky-blue hair in one hand and pulled—
Creak.
The bathroom door opened once more.
"..."
"..."
I paused my hips, and Yozora gasped, hak, hak, breathing as quietly as she could so she wouldn't be caught. Over her voice, the classical music the wet noise had been drowning out settled back down. I listened for movement. This time there was only one. Footsteps that still had no idea what was happening in this stall—nothing more than someone walking up to a urinal and undoing a belt. Soon the usual sound came, low. Unlike us, using the bathroom like a love hotel, this one was using it for its intended purpose.
Maybe that was why. Or maybe because I'd just been holding back the orgasm I'd wanted. Either way, there was something I suddenly wanted to do with this chance.
"...?!"
Yozora, pressed tight to the door and busy steadying her breath. When I grabbed her ass, spread it, and started moving my hips, her crimson eyes whipped toward me like a startled squirrel. Her gaze held every curse there was, too many to name. If I had to pick one, it would be something like, Don't fuck around in a situation like this and pull your dick out right now!!
What can I say. I want to watch you twitch while you somehow hold in your moans. And my cock...
is insanely hard.
"...Nngh..."
Ignoring her stare, I worked the cock that was right on the edge of coming back in, folding it into her. If I crammed it in like a rape the way I had a moment ago, there was no way she could hold her voice, so I kept it much lighter than before. But maybe because someone was outside, the intervals at which she twitched and clenched were several times shorter.
"Shit..."
I scraped along the walls that tangled around me as if telling me not to pull out, drew my cock back, and then filled Yozora's hole again without a gap—the hole that was busy silently trembling and trailing sticky fluid onto the bathroom floor—with the cock that had heated all the way to the brink. Ah. I was going to lose it. It really felt like just a little more and I could bury it to the root. I breathed a sigh against the back of Yozora, who was already leaking precarious moans, and pulled out the same way.
Drip. Drip.
Clear fluid, the traces of her broken hymen already gone, ran down Yozora here and there. Sliding along her thighs to soak her socks, or hanging from beneath her clit to make a puddle on the floor. I swept that fluid up with my thumb, slicked the inside of her hole with it, and crammed my bare cock back in. No condom.
Kwa-rurrr—the urinal flushed, and I used the sound to go a little harder. Hard enough that Yozora, resigned and focused on suppressing her moans, had to clamp a hand tight over her own mouth. Hard. Not so hard that my thighs slapped against her ass, but intense. Like I was masturbating with Yozora's pussy as an onahole. Sticky.
"Nngk... hik..."
Shaaa—water at the sink followed. At the same time, maybe because I'd driven in deep, Yozora's voice leaked out a little more unsteadily.
"...Higuk... ugh... mmph..."
Someone taking their leisurely time, thorough enough to use the hand dryer. With only a single partition between us and him, I kept up the noisy sex with Yozora. The only thing you couldn't hear was the crazed slap of pounding—her short, ragged moans, of course, and now and then the creak of the door, kept slipping out. Honestly, there was no reason for sounds like that to come from inside a bathroom stall. No reason at all, unless someone in there was having sex and shoving their weight against the door. If that person tilted their head and glanced under the partition, the whole thing would be exposed. I knew all of that in my head, and still, between the hand dryer and the classical music, I made that sticky wet sound again and again.
And then, just like that. At the same moment the entrance opened and someone left.
"...Nngh..."
"..."
"...Crazy... bastard..."
A whisper. Instead of obediently calling me Master, Yozora was still whispering crazy bastard in a way that got me off—and over her ass, over the back soaked through with cold sweat—
Splurt... splurt, spurt... spurt.
Loudly.
Spluuurt, splurt, spuuurt...
I emptied my balls until they were hollow, vomiting out thick clumps of semen, then rubbed the head against Yozora's ass to wipe off what was left. There was tissue right beside us, and if it came to it I could have shot it on the wall and walked away like it wasn't my problem. But—
"...I hate this so much... fuck..."
Yozora.
Because this is what you wanted.
By now, all that came up the straw was ice water, melted clean through. Han Sua was in the middle of an unexpected career experience—so this is what being a paparazzo feels like—when it happened.
"..."
The school nurse, glasses already off, glanced around first and left the bathroom. Right behind him, Yozora, hood pulled low, slipped out as naturally as she could, as if she'd just come from the women's side.
...So that was it. The two of them were that kind of thing. Mm-hm.
"...Hmm."
What she'd lost in exchange for satisfying her curiosity was a short stretch of free time. What she'd gained as compensation was information. The information that Yozora was in a sexual relationship with the academy's school nurse. Of course, as it stood, it wasn't information she could call useful. What was the problem with two adults doing that with each other? It was just a private life that would be embarrassing to tell anyone. If it had been someone she truly disliked, maybe—but Yozora was one of her precious friends. Well. One out of one, but still.
Han Sua stirred the nearly melted ice and sank into thought. She'd felt it in her bones, watching over her parents' shoulders, that information became money. Isn't there some way to use this? The thought spun in her head the way the ice spun in the glass. The most urgent thing was forcing herself to make more friends so she could live as one of the academy's popular kids. Threatening the school nurse with become friends with me before I expose you as a pervert for that reason was a little funny, though. Hmmmm. Was there something?
"Hmm."
...No, no. Why was that funny? She still couldn't even talk to boys properly, so making one friend of the opposite sex this way would be convenient in all sorts of ways, wouldn't it? And the school nurse was dating Yozora. (The title was unusual, but probably.) Meaning the limit with her was an ordinary female friend, an ordinary male friend—not lovers. Even if she threatened to expose them, she had no real intention of doing it. And while she was at it, if she learned from the nurse all the things men liked? She could use that the next time she made a friend of the opposite sex. On top of that, a Healing Type Transcendent, who couldn't help but draw a high salary. From a company's perspective, a wealthy male customer was always welcome. It wasn't always true, but as a rule, male customers filed overwhelmingly fewer complaints than female ones.
"..."
All right. Decided.
I choose you.
Han Sua waited about another thirty minutes so she wouldn't run into Yozora, then got up from her seat.