The Fox Teacher's First Oral Service
A searing heat so fierce it felt like every brain cell in my head was about to burn away.
A sweet, faintly fishy scent—like milk just squeezed fresh—that made the pit of my belly clench and tighten. An addictive cock-smell.
I'd been the one to create that cock. The obligation to take care of it myself settled over me like a duty I couldn't refuse.
Ideas, sensations, and raw instinct tangled into a mess inside my head, and they were the ones moving my body now that my reason had melted clean away.
"Haa… ha… mm, chuut… churut… haah… beeeet… ♪"
I knelt in front of my own student with a dazed expression and lapped at her big, magnificent cock with my tongue, stroke after clumsy stroke.
It was my first time, so I was hopelessly unskilled. A faint worry drifted through me—what if this doesn't feel good for her?—but the cock resting against my face as its pedestal twitched happily even under my zero-point technique.
"Ehehe…."
The feeling that I was somehow managing it, even as a beginner, made me giddy. And with it rose a soft, melting hope—that Yang Hyein, who was furious because of me, might feel a little better than she did right now.
I'm sorry. Your idiot teacher made a good girl like you this angry.
Pouring every scrap of apology I had into it, I worked my tongue even harder.
"Ha… haa… Yeon-ssaem…."
Yang Hyein's reaction to having her cock licked was completely different from when I'd jerked her off with my hand. She seemed freer to savor the pleasure, to take her time with it.
The handjob I'd given her had been a kind of milking—fast, hard stimulation meant only to wring the semen out. This, though… this was the opposite. This was about making her cock happy, slowly and carefully. Service. Running my teacher's tongue up that filthy-tasting shaft and telling it to feel as good as it wanted.
"Does it feel good when I lick here…? Teacher will do more for you… ♡"
And on my side of it, I was feeling a strange joy and excitement from the act of licking itself. It wasn't even my own cock being licked—I was only servicing another girl's—so why was I this turned on?
But I didn't hate it. If anything, I wanted more. More, and still more.
"Ahaat… ♪"
The hardness and heat of the cock brushing the tip of my tongue made my throat clench with a shiver. In reaction, sticky saliva spilled out in a stream, riding my tongue and slowly coating the shaft.
Watching that cock grow covered in my own marks filled me with a pride I couldn't quite explain. A little more. Let's try a little more.
"Like this… chuut, chup ♡ Does this feel good too…?"
"Nnh— Ye-Yeon-ssaem…!"
I dug up a memory of something I'd seen somewhere once and dragged the tip of my tongue, pointed sharp, lightly up the thick vertical vein that ran the length of the shaft. Yang Hyein's cock went rigid all at once.
For something so huge and imposing, the way it reacted so violently to such a small touch was adorable. I looked up at the flustered Yang Hyein and gave her a bashful little smile—and her face went tomato-red.
"You're teasing me right now, aren't you? You wicked teacher…!"
"Ahn— ♡"
Yang Hyein's hands, which had been hovering uncertainly, suddenly seized both of my fox ears. The moment she grabbed them, it felt as if my entire body had been clenched in her grip. I was pinned in place by that sense of restraint, and her golden eyes looked quietly down at me.
"The carrot… f-finish licking it."
Held by the ears like a pair of handles, I moved my tongue exactly as her voice ordered—and a far lewder thrill than before shivered up through me. My left hand drifted down between my legs on instinct, and the heat and wetness waiting there startled even me. Sticky fluid was pouring out without restraint, as if my pussy were melting. If it all melts away, my pussy will disappear… So I worked hard at spreading that wetness back over myself—and at the same time, worked just as hard at spreading my saliva over Yang Hyein's cock.
At last I reached the tip of that long, thick shaft, and a pink glans the size of a baby's fist greeted me. Precum was pouring out of it in slippery gushes, as if it were telling me how good it felt.
"Haa… haa… haaahh…."
With her cock standing fully erect, gleaming wet with transparent saliva, Yang Hyein breathed hard and stared straight through me. I held her pretty golden eyes and waited for her next order. Her red, moist lips slowly parted.
"K-k-kiss… try it."
"Kiss?"
Yang Hyein swallowed hard and nodded. From the context and the position we were in, she clearly meant a kiss on her cock.
"But I… I've never kissed anyone before…."
Not in my previous life, and not in this one either. I had never kissed anyone, not even as a joke. I'd just spent all this time diligently licking a cock with my mouth, true—but still, wasn't a first kiss something you should save for when you actually had a lover?
Even with my brain melted soft, that thought surfaced, and I forced myself past the embarrassment to say it honestly. The hand gripping my fox ears tightened.
"Yeon-ssaem… you've never kissed?"
"Mm-mm. I never got into that kind of relationship with anyone to begin with."
"W-what about Kang Heeji? You said you went on a date today."
"We called it a date, but… it wasn't that kind of date."
Yang Hyein blinked down at me like an idiot after the belated clarification.
"Then bringing Kang Heeji back to the dorm—no, wait. So this really is your first kiss…?"
"It really is."
I nodded while lapping up the precum that kept dripping down, and her face said she could hardly believe it. But when she looked into my unwavering eyes and confirmed it was the truth, she suddenly drew a deep breath. At the same time her cock gave a huge throb; I startled and pulled back—only for Yang Hyein to tug me forward again by the fox ears, right up to her cock.
"K-kiss… please."
Her trembling voice gave the order again.
"Your first kiss. Yeon-ssaem's first kiss… give it to my carrot."
"……Do you really want Teacher's kiss that badly?"
Yang Hyein nodded so hard her horse ears flapped comically. When she wanted it that much, what else was I supposed to do?
I didn't have anyone I liked. I didn't have plans to date anyone. Putting some grand meaning on it and playing hard to get felt emptier than just watching my precious student light up with happiness.
"Huuu…."
I pulled my hand away from my pussy, where soaked juices stretched like waterweeds, and gently wrapped both hands around the shaft of Yang Hyein's cock. Meeting her golden gaze—full of anticipation and excitement—I pursed my lips and slowly leaned in.
"Teacher is so sorry about today. With this… will you please forgive me?"
A sincere apology for making my good, hardworking student so angry. Delivered to Yang Hyein's big, magnificent cock. To that pink glans swollen taut with need.
"……Chup ♡"
I pressed my moist lips to it and offered up my first kiss.
And in that instant, the cock in my hands swelled with savage force.
This was—
"Haum…!"
"Ye-Yeon-ssaem?!"
The second I sensed the warning of orgasm, I hurriedly took her glans deep into my mouth. I started pumping the saliva-slick shaft with both hands—chap-chap—and a powerful jet slammed against the roof of my mouth almost at once. My small mouth filled with dense semen in an instant, and even so my cheeks began to puff out further and further.
There was only one way to deal with this impossible volume of cum. And I'd already steeled myself for it.
"Gulp… gulp… gulph…."
Yang Hyein's semen was so thick and heavy going down that it felt like swallowing endless liquid jelly. The sensation of that swallowed cum slowly, weightily stacking up in my stomach… the feeling of being filled with semen… was incredibly lewd.
"Gulp… nnh, nh— gulp, gulp… ♡"
With one hand I kept pumping the cock; with the other I shoved back between my legs and rubbed hard at my pussy. That sweet-fishy taste and scent flooded my mouth, and before I could even savor it the semen poured straight down into my stomach. The mouth receiving every drop of it felt like it had become nothing but a toilet for a cock.
"It feels the best, Yeon-ssaem…."
A gentle hand stroked my hair. I gave her a pleased little eye-smile and swallowed every last drop of the semen Yang Hyein poured out until nothing remained.
At last the long orgasm ended, and the futanari cock vanished in an instant. What was left in the bedroom was Yang Hyein, once again an ordinary girl—and me, utterly exhausted from swallowing so much cum.
…I did it.
I sat slumped on the floor, blankly rubbing my belly against the hot, heavy warmth radiating from my stomach. Yang Hyein suddenly pulled me into a tight hug.
"Yeon-ssaem… I, um, jumped to a weird conclusion, and I was rough with you… I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Teacher is the one who made Hyein misunderstand. I'm sorry."
Besides, Teacher felt good, you know.
Still dazed and drunk on the leftover heat, I whispered it to her, and her face flushed pink. Then, very carefully, she asked:
"From now on… can I keep doing this with you, Yeon-ssaem? You said you felt good too."
"But you—"
"I don't mind growing a carrot. No—if anything, I want to."
"…Mm. No. Absolutely not."
I shook my head firmly.
"If a carrot grows and Teacher has to take care of it, that can't be helped. But deliberately making a carrot just to feel good is different. Teacher can't do something that improper with a student."
"You're saying that now?"
"No means no."
Yang Hyein stared at me like she couldn't believe what she was hearing, then let out a long sigh. Even so, she clearly hadn't given up. After a moment's thought, she whispered again.
"Then… if it's for a wholesome reason, it's fine, right?"
"A wholesome… reason?"
"If I work really hard and improve my track times, how about you do this for me as a reward? That's a super wholesome reason, isn't it?"
Is… it?
I was about to sink into thought when Yang Hyein's hand casually squeezed and kneaded my chest, and every thought floating through my head tangled into knots on the spot.
"I'm right, aren't I, Yeon-ssaem? Just like you've been getting rid of my carrot for my sake up until now, this would only be you doing something for my sake too."
"Nh— th-that's… nngh, kind of… haah… ♡"
If this would solve Yang Hyein's worries about track and field… then as a teacher, wasn't it only right to try? And honestly, I'd felt good too….
…Having my chest touched feels good.
"If you like it, nod already. Quickly."
I nodded before I could think—and only afterward realized I'd fallen into Yang Hyein's trap. But watching her beam with pure, bright joy, the face of someone who'd just won, I found I didn't want to take the permission back either.
Well… if it really helped her….
I wrapped my arms around Yang Hyein as she nestled into my embrace, and all I could do was smile a helpless little smile.
And meanwhile, outside the bedroom—
"……You're kidding."
Kang Heeji, who had been pressed flat against the door Woo Yeoeun and Yang Hyein had gone through, listening with her ears pricked, felt the strength leave her legs and collapsed onto the floor.