Chapter 10: Teacher Yeon's Unforgettable Touch (2), and the Futanari Condition Revealed
Yang Hye-in's carrot had grown again between her legs.
But why all of a sudden? How...?
Unlike me, who froze in shock at the unexpected reappearance of that thing while my mind was still blank,
Hye-in was staring straight at her own carrot, not avoiding it at all.
The abnormal length and girth thrusting straight forward, the vicious veins bulging on the surface... and yet, the contradictory feminine curve it traced.
It was unmistakably the same futanari carrot that Hye-in and I had witnessed before.
"Yeon-ssam, Yeon-ssam...?"
"Ah, uh-huh."
Hye-in's excited whisper tickled my ear.
"The carrot... it's really grown again. What are you gonna do now?"
A situation so eerily similar to that day a few days ago.
But Hye-in's voice, flushed with heat, and her eyes shimmering with strange longing... they were nothing like the shock and fear from before.
She wasn't afraid of the carrot anymore.
If anything...
"Yeon-ssam...♪"
She looked like she was anticipating the pleasure it would bring.
While I hesitated for a moment, Hye-in guided my stiff hand toward her carrot.
"Are you just gonna leave my carrot like this...?"
Had she really developed the twisted perception of it that I'd feared?
Maybe the whole sequence of requests she'd made to me today had been leading up to this from the start.
If that was the case...
No, that can't be.
From the past few days of living together so closely, I knew Hye-in was an incredibly diligent and kind girl.
Every morning when I headed to work, she'd clean without being asked, do the laundry daily,
and when I got home, she'd massage my hands so meticulously, saying I'd worked hard all day.
A girl like that wouldn't just dive headfirst into the pleasure of her own carrot.
The odd way she was acting must just be distorted in my eyes because I'd gotten so ridiculously aroused while examining her breasts.
I was the only person she could rely on in this situation. If even I didn't believe her... she'd be all alone.
...Just like my little sister.
So, I had to believe her. I had to trust her.
That was the only thing I could do for her.
"Let's... go to the bathroom. I'll take care of it there."
"Yesss♡"
I led Hye-in, whose horse ears were happily flicking, into the bathroom just like last time.
Maybe because it was the second time her carrot had appeared, she seemed more relaxed than expected. Standing behind her, I cautiously gripped the viciously swollen, throbbing shaft.
It felt even more ferocious than last time—probably just my imagination.
As if anticipating the pleasure ahead, the moment I grabbed it, precum oozed out in streams, and it jerked up and down vigorously—throb-throb-.
The force was so intense it nearly dragged my hand along with the motion.
To make sure I didn't lose my grip during the handjob, I clenched my hand tight.
"Hoo... Here we go."
Just like last time—and unlike the weird mood just now—I wouldn't get swept up in anything strange.
Keep it clean and mechanical, like I'm just handling a task.
I took a steady deep breath and began slowly, mechanically stroking Hye-in's futanari carrot.
Good, just like this—
"Yeon-ssam... It's embarrassing...♪"
At that moment, Hye-in turned to me with moist eyes.
"Last time I was too out of it to notice, but now... I can feel Yeon-ssam stroking my carrot like this...."
"R-Really? Then maybe slower...?"
"No, more than that, Yeon-ssam. I think it'd be okay if I touched you too."
"Me...?"
With her unexpected proposal, Hye-in nodded vigorously.
"It's embarrassing being touched one-sidedly, but if I touch Yeon-ssam too, it'll be fair, right? I think that'd make it better...."
"Uh, well..."
"Is that no good?"
Having a girl in her prime touch a grotesquely huge carrot that no girl should have to touch—and from another female teacher, no less—it was no wonder she'd feel inwardly embarrassed and humiliated.
No, not feeling that way would be the weird part.
So if it helped calm her down...
"Okay, you can touch. B-But don't touch anywhere too weird."
"Ehehe, Yeon-ssam is so kind...♡"
Hye-in, beaming with joy, shifted from clinging to my front to my side.
Then, with her hand, she grabbed my breast—squeeze.
"Eek...?!"
"Wow, Yeon-ssam's breasts are really huge♪ So soft and fluffy... it really feels like Yeon-ssam's boobs?"
"R-Really...? Y-Yeah...?"
"I could fondle them forever and never get tired...♬"
Before I could protest, her arm wrapped around my waist as she playfully kneaded my breast.
My large breast, caught in the pale, pretty hand of my student, deformed into such vulgar shapes so idiotically,
and from where her hand touched, a strange heat bloomed, steadily building into flames.
"Yeon-ssam? You gotta stroke my carrot too♡"
Afraid I'd let out some weird noise, I bit my lower lip hard and nodded frantically.
Then, the hand gripping Hye-in's carrot resumed its mechanical motion—
"Hahk...!"
The hand kneading my breast suddenly clenched hard, sending a chilling jolt of electricity racing up my spine. I let out a shrill cry, my back arching involuntarily.
"Sorry, Yeon-ssam. I got tense and squeezed without thinking."
"Hah, uh, nng... I-It's f-fine... ah...."
"Relax, Yeon-ssam. Don't be tense. Then I can relax too."
She smiled sweetly at me with her shimmering golden eyes, then began softly kneading my breast again.
She'd bounce the heavy mound from below like a toy, or squeeze it full in her grip and mash it like soft dough....
In her playful touches, the spark that had ignited kept growing.
"Hoo— hoo, haa... ngh, haa...."
A frustrating ache built between my legs, and something throbbed deep in my lower belly.
My heart pounded wildly, my mind fogging over like it was shrouded in mist....
As I panted hazily and instinctively moved the hand on her carrot, my gaze drifted to the mirror ahead.
Is that... me?
The 'Woo Yeo-eun' reflected there wore a strangely unfamiliar expression, coquettishly entwined with her student.
My fox ears stood tall, quivering; my amber eyes, slightly unfocused, stared blankly at 'me'....
Our thighs pressed tightly together, rubbing intimately; my waist and hips swayed side to side.
And my milky breasts, casually reshaped vulgarly in a girl's hand, while my lowered hand busily stroked the massive, vein-ridged carrot.
Me... doing something this lewd? No way... that can't be.
I tore my trembling gaze from the mirror.
"Nngh, Yeon-ssam... This feels so good right now...♡ Haaah... ah, haat♬"
Keeping my eyes down, my left hand smacked and stroked Hye-in's carrot,
while my right pressed down on my twitching thigh, suppressing the throbbing between my legs.
Just end already... hurry...
"Every time Yeon-ssam's hand strokes my carrot, it sends shivers... Does it feel good for you too...?"
"I-I... umm...."
"Yeon-ssam too, haat♪ I hope you feel as good as me...♡"
Hye-in was whispering something, but my body... my head was too hot to make it out.
All I felt was the overwhelming power of the futanari carrot frictioning rapidly in my grip.
The unbearable throbbing between my legs, the slick wetness trickling down my inner thighs.
My madly racing heartbeat and the bizarre desire pulsing deep in my lower belly.
And that desire grew stronger every time the carrot in my hand throbbed powerfully.
"Yeon-ssam, Yeon-ssaam...! I-I'm...!"
I felt the already massive carrot swell even thicker in my hand.
Instinctively sensing the impending ejaculation, I focused every nerve on the stroking hand, desperate to escape this situation.
The slick squelch-squelch-squelch of precum under friction echoed rapidly, mingled with Hye-in's lewd pants.
And soon,
"H-Haaaah—♡"
The ejaculation began, even more forceful than last time.
With each massive upward throb of the arm-thick carrot, thick ropes of semen shot out, splattering the bathroom white.
Heavy globs clung to the walls, refusing to drip down, scattered everywhere. Somehow, my eyes followed their arcs.
Only after spewing an impossible amount of semen did Hye-in's ejaculation end, and the spent futanari carrot vanished in the blink of an eye, just like before.
"Haa, haa... Nngh, Yeon-ssam... That was so good...♪"
With a deeply flushed voice, Hye-in's legs wobbled as she collapsed into my arms.
"...Good job, Hye-in."
"You too, Yeon-ssam♡"
Hye-in looked up at me with utter satisfaction.
But I...
"Teacher will help you clean up, so wash thoroughly and rest well. We'll talk about the carrot later."
"Yesss, Yeon-ssam!"
Feeling the incompletely extinguished embers still smoldering deep inside me,
I forced a smile and grabbed the showerhead.
After washing each other's bodies clean, we lay side by side on the bed, naked.
Hye-in, with her drowsy face, rolled toward me and hugged me tightly, giggling.
"Ehehe, Yeon-ssam's body... it's so soft."
"You don't think of your teacher like a doll, do you?"
"Pfft, if dolls like this existed, I'd have ten at home already!"
Hye-in giggled and hugged me even tighter.
The softness and warm body heat of our bare skin touching transmitted directly, without any barriers.
That said...
She's not saying anything about that version of me I saw in the bathroom mirror...
I'd shown an unprecedented reaction while she fondled my breasts.
But she must've been too lost in her own handjob to notice, because she didn't question her teacher rubbing her thighs together while jerking her off.
...Good thing.
Just recalling that memory made the ache between my legs stir again when
Hye-in's golden eyes turned to me.
"Yeon-ssam, about my carrot. I think I know when it appears."
"Hmm, really...?"
The carrot—Hye-in's futanari shaft—had appeared twice now.
First in the tight cabinet hideaway, second when I touched her breasts.
Comparing the two, our bodies had been pressed close both times,
but it wasn't appearing now even though we were close, so that couldn't be the condition.
So what else overlapped in those two cases?
"I think I know. It's when...
Hye-in leaned in close to my ear with a sly smile.
Her moist, red lips brushed near as she whispered excitedly.
"...Yeon-ssam gets super turned on by me♡"
When I got aroused by Hye-in—that's when her futanari carrot appeared.