Semen-Addicted Exam Prep Student (1)
Ever since I got my hands on Seo-yeon Yoo, my lifestyle had changed dramatically. Or rather, it felt like I'd finally returned to normal. Unlike the typical loading dock gigs everyone talks about, the department store logistics warehouse had fixed times for deliveries. Trucks would roll in at set intervals, and we'd spend about an hour unloading and sorting. Then, unless something came up, we'd have another hour or so of downtime until the next one—pure break time.
I clocked in at 7 a.m., handled three loads, and it was lunchtime, which overlapped with breaks for a solid two hours. Before, I'd spent all that time getting worked to the bone by Seo-yeon without a moment's rest. Now, I could actually use it to chill. And that was just the start. I could slip away for a "breath of fresh air," track down Seo-yeon, and fuck her mouth or pussy however I wanted. Of course, if Team Leader 1 caught me, our relationship might get exposed, so I played it cautious. But he didn't seem to care what Seo-yeon did as long as she didn't cause any obvious trouble.
Lunch meant heading out for a meal—on her dime, naturally. The rest of the time, I'd lounge or fuck her some more. One final unload, and I was out by 3 p.m.
"Min-seok, you look like you're glowing these days."
"Haha. Hope it stays this good."
"Still, watch out for that Yoo team leader. Who knows when she'll chew you out again."
"What can I do? Just hope she keeps ignoring me."
"Fair point. Anyway, good work. Head out."
"Thanks. You too, Team Leader."
A conversation that would've been nothing before now made me a bit wary. No real vibe, but he'd been asked by Seo-yeon's parents to keep an eye on her, after all. The logistics team figured she stopped bullying me because I showed zero reaction and bored her. Only five days in, though, so worries about who she'd target next still popped up now and then.
Knock knock!
Right on quitting time, a message from Seo-yeon every day. At first, she'd pester about treating me to dinner or driving me home, but after one warning, she stuck to polite goodbyes and offers to help. Our thing was strictly sex. I could summon her for a weekend fuck if I wanted, but playing with her between shifts was plenty for now.
Sex netted more Vital Energy than just oral, but even that topped out below 6,000 per go, so no need to overdo it with her. Strolling leisurely, I hit the Eunseong Goshiwon before I knew it. Stepping off the elevator, my eyes met Min-ah Kim's at the counter.
"Back?"
"Yeah. Studying?"
Min-ah was in her second year prepping for the public servant exam.
"What else would I do, play around?"
"I'm gonna chill."
"Fine after work, but saying that in front of someone grinding away—don't you feel bad?"
"Nope."
"Asshole."
She cursed, but her face lit up. Her routine was study-sleep-study, so any chat brightened her day.
"Speaking of, you haven't called for service lately."
"You were thrilled when I stopped at first. Miss it now?"
"Crazy? Nah, just weird that the guy who was hard 24/7 went quiet. Something up?"
"Just tired from work."
"That team leader who picks on you?"
"...Yeah."
We'd shared meals and drinks, so she knew about Seo-yeon. Bullying was gone now, but with three or four daily rounds from her, no room for Min-ah—that much was true.
"Tsk tsk. What'd you do to deserve that?"
"Nothing. She's been on me since day one greetings."
"Must be your ugly mug."
"You're uglier. Heading in. Study hard."
"Yeah. Night."
Wrapped up chit-chat, showered, and crashed in my room.
"Huh, been five days since I last called."
I could've gone harder, but after one full-drain session daily, three or four with Seo-yeon satisfied me. Back to gaming like old times. No Seo-yeon on weekends, so probably call Min-ah tomorrow.
*
"Haaah..."
Min-ah Kim let out a deep, earth-shattering sigh, frustration bubbling up inside. She couldn't focus on studying since chatting with Choi Min-seok—had ditched it entirely. Truth was, she'd lost it the moment she realized he was due back.
"This isn't right..."
Family poor, no scholarships from colleges that'd help with jobs anyway, so she skipped university for exam prep. Didn't expect to pass first try; decent results led straight to round two. Home was distracting, so goshiwon life: quiet all day, minimal manager duties—perfect for focus.
Until recently. Couldn't concentrate anymore. All Choi Min-seok's fault, that bastard.
He wasn't a bad guy. First met offering "service" for horniness—annoying start, but same age, same goshiwon struggle bred quick camaraderie. Honestly, grateful even. His payments helped bills; he'd order late-night snacks in doubles, pulling her from instant noodle hell.
Yeah, decent dude. Save for his insane sex drive.
The problem was his semen.
Am I insane!? Why does it taste so good!?
At first, no—it was gross, fishy and slimy, enough to quit services forever. But daily sessions got her used to it, then hooked. Now, that fishy tang? Craved forever. Slimy texture like jelly, sliding down her throat made her want more.
But where to get it? No semen aisle at the convenience store, no boyfriend. Only way: wait for Min-seok's service call.
"Why'd that team leader have to torment him...!"
First no-call day? Fine, even admirable—guy's finally sane. Day two? Today too? Couldn't study. After? Semen taste haunted her brain—no focus.
Forced herself to try, but barely.
"Tomorrow, maybe..."
Weekend tomorrow. Min-seok off too—no work draining him. Healthy stamina, raging libido? He'd call for sure.
"Yeah, definitely."
Couldn't be otherwise. Shoving thoughts aside, she buckled down again.
And weekend came. The message she'd craved:
Room 702
Min-ah shot up, phone clutched tight. Half-assed studying, glued to it—finally. She fired back:
Hung "Out" sign at the counter.
"Yeah, he was just tired. Wouldn't hold out otherwise."
Deep down, worried he was over her. Not dating, just friends-with-benefits—shouldn't matter. But...
"Where's he gonna find someone like me?"
Objectively, she was hot. Confessions in school, guys hitting on her now. No interest, but pride in her looks was natural.
"Hang on, you solo perv. Big sis is coming to help."
Quick scan of the office, then hurried down the hall to his door.
"Coming in?"
"Come on."
Light knock, instant reply. She slipped in, locked up.
"Thought you'd crack sooner."
Teasing tone, but her face beamed, eyes burning with hunger.
"You seem chipper. Something good?"
"Who, me? Nah."
"Really...?"
Played cool answering, but stomach dropped. Even for this gig, didn't want to seem like a girl thrilled for cum. His suspicious look hammered her heart.
"A-anyway! Gotta get back to studying, so pants off quick."
"Hold up. Transfer first."
"Oh, right."
Too eager. Embarrassed fumbling as his phone pinged—60,000 won deposited.
"Got it."
Pants down, now. Bit her tongue.
No rush from her, he dropped trou and boxers anyway. Half-hard monster sprang free, like always.
'......'
Not even full mast, but its vicious shape scorched her brain—thoughts a blur, head on fire.
"Not hard yet?"
"D-don't rush. I'll handle it."
Blanked out without realizing. Snapping to, she fought the excitement, crawling onto the bed slow. Leaning in, heart pounding like a drum the closer she got.