Chapter 9: Teacher Yeon's Unforgettable Touch
"See you later, Teacher Yeon!"
"Yeah, I'll be right back."
As Yeon Yeo-eun headed to the faculty office in the morning, Yang Hye-in waved with a bright smile.
The front door clicked shut behind her… and a heavy sigh escaped the lips that had been curved in a smile.
"Haa… what am I gonna do."
There was something tormenting Yang Hye-in that she couldn't bring herself to tell Yeo-eun.
Even after several days had passed since the carrot first appeared.
It was… the memory of that day.
But not because of the shock from the carrot suddenly sprouting.
On the contrary, it was the memory of how they'd gotten rid of it that haunted her.
It was incredible… that thing…
The soft body wrapping around her as she trembled in fear, the warm embrace… the sweet scent of her skin…
And those delicate yet lewdly moving hands, the intense pleasure she'd felt for the first time.
The ecstasy that made her feel like a fool, the ejaculation that sucked her soul right out—
All of it was etched so deeply into Yang Hye-in's mind that she couldn't erase it.
"Should I just tell her honestly…?"
But how could she even say it to Yeo-eun?
That she couldn't forget how Yeo-eun had shaken her carrot, and she wanted her to do it again?
She'd definitely be treated like some crazy girl.
"…It's Teacher Yeon's fault anyway."
Yang Hye-in pressed her ear to the front door to check for footsteps, then hurried to Yeo-eun's bedroom.
She yanked off her dolphin pants along with her soaked panties and sat on the floor by the bed, legs spread wide.
"Hngh, ugh…!"
Panting heavily, Yang Hye-in began masturbating her pussy furiously with her hand.
Soon, a clear puddle formed beneath her trembling thighs.
Her slick fingers, coated in sticky juices, relentlessly rolled and teased her shyly peeking clit.
"Ahng, huuung…!"
Her pussy play grew more intense, her pleasure-soaked moans sharpening into short, piercing cries.
Despite the lewd squelching sounds echoing through the room, Yang Hye-in suffered from an insatiable thirst.
Like a parched man drinking seawater… the more she masturbated, the stronger this wretched craving grew.
"Not enough… not enoughhh…"
With trembling limbs, Yang Hye-in crawled to Yeo-eun's underwear drawer and yanked it open.
She grabbed a black panty that caught her eye and shoved it greedily to her face.
"Snuuuh, haa…"
She inhaled deeply into her lungs, the fresh fabric softener mingling with Yeo-eun's sweet, milky body scent flooding her nostrils.
And subtly mixed in… that naughty aroma.
Yang Hye-in's golden eyes glazed over in an instant, her right hand slipping naturally back between her legs.
"Hngp, mm, hng— sniif, haa… sniif, ng, haaaang…♡"
Flat on the floor with her snowy round ass thrust high toward the sky, Yang Hye-in sniffed Yeo-eun's panties while lost in her pussy masturbation.
With Yeo-eun's scent added, she finally felt a little closer to that pleasure from before.
Overwhelmed by her rising heat, Yang Hye-in stripped off her T-shirt and bra too.
Now fully naked, she rubbed her juice-slick pussy even harder.
"Ahh, ah…"
She's melting.
Her reason melting stickily, dripping out of her pussy as juices.
Spreading those juices all over and rubbing made an even better chill of pleasure crawl up her spine.
Aah, but still not enough.
This vulgar pussy play couldn't reach it.
Compared to the ecstasy of Yeo-eun shaking her carrot a few days ago, to that overwhelming fullness from the massive carrot stuffing her tight—
This piddly clit-rubbing was just child's play.
"Before Teacher Yeon… comes back… hurryyy…!"
Yeo-eun, who had come as her teacher, was so kind and gentle, always staying with Hye-in all day.
So the only chances to relieve her urges were now during morning homeroom and late afternoon after closing—twice a day.
Drooling sticky saliva from her overstimulation-swollen lips, her horse ears twitching atop her head, her hazy golden eyes spinning deliriously.
Our Hye-in is amazing. Incredible.
Will it feel even better… than now?
Yeo-eun's whisper in her ear echoed vividly.
So soft… and so incredibly lewd.
Just recalling it made her feel like her nonexistent carrot was stiffening stiffly—a bizarre sensation overtaking her.
This feeling… she shouldn't feel it…
As she writhed, biting her lip, Yeo-eun's voice reached her.
It's okay, don't be scared. Teacher's here. So…
Sticky threads stretched like water weeds between her heated pussy and palm from the friction.
Her breath carried a sweet sugary scent, her quivering waist instinctively perking up.
Next would surely be—
…Cum.
Her toned track athlete legs tensed rigidly, stretching long as her pointed toes lewdly scraped the floor.
Her ecstatic, distorted face buried into the saliva-soaked panties.
For a moment, her breath stopped, fireworks exploding in her mind with bursting pleasure.
Just like when Yeo-eun had milked her carrot spurt after spurt,
From Yang Hye-in's flushed swollen pussy, with her ass hiked high, thin juices squirted out like a cute water gun—pyut, pyut—
Her ears rang only with her pounding heartbeat, her vision whiting out to nothing.
A floating sensation, like she was the only one left in the world, adrift.
But it faded quickly… and soon Yang Hye-in found herself pathetically sprawled on the bedroom floor.
"…Sigh."
Just like yesterday, the day before, and the day before that, she felt that lingering emptiness as she staggered to her feet.
She started cleaning up her mess.
She wiped the floor dry with wet tissues and cleaned her sticky, drenched pussy spotless.
Clutching Yeo-eun's panties, Yang Hye-in plopped onto the bed, lost in thought.
This can't go on.
She couldn't keep being a fool masturbating her pussy like this every day.
Girl-on-girl or whatever didn't matter.
She wanted to feel Yeo-eun's touch… that pleasure again.
She needed an excuse.
A perfect excuse fitting her current situation.
But I still don't know how the carrot appears…
As she stared at the panties in her hand, something flashed in her mind.
Just then, the sound of the front door passcode being entered came from outside.
"………!"
Yang Hye-in frantically shoved the panties under the bed and peeked through the bedroom door crack.
When the black-haired fox girl appeared in her wary gaze, it quickly lit up with joy.
"Teacher Yeeeon…!"
Yang Hye-in flung the door open and ran to Yeo-eun.
Toward her kind, gentle, lewd teacher.
"Teacher Yeon, why're you so late? I waited forever."
"I did some shopping on the way."
Yang Hye-in, her athletic nude body on full shameless display, threw herself into my arms and rubbed her face against mine.
Her skin was warm, breath ragged, and she seemed pretty sweaty.
Ever since that day, whenever I left her alone in the dorm to work and came back, she was always like this…
Maybe she couldn't run track, so she was doing home workouts in the room.
"But why're you all naked?"
"Oh, uh, that's…"
Yang Hye-in's eyes rolled sideways, then her sparkling gaze turned back to me.
"Truth is, I always hang out naked at home! My body runs hot. And since it's just us girls, it's fine, right?"
"If that's comfy for you…?"
"Wanna strip too, Teacher Yeon? It feels so good once you're used to it."
"Teacher'll pass. Clothes are still comfier for me."
Unlike her dazed stares out classroom windows or squatting under old school building eaves,
Living with me had perked her up, revealing a super playful personality.
She noticed I couldn't look straight at her nudity and slyly rubbed her breasts against me.
I cleared my throat and peeled her off.
"Anyway, you haven't eaten breakfast, right? Teacher'll make some."
"I grabbed something from the fridge. Don't wanna be too much trouble for you, Teacher Yeon."
Yang Hye-in grinned, hands behind her back, leaning forward toward me.
Her breasts swayed with the motion—a perfect display of physics in action.
"Teacher Yeon, so… what now?"
"What? First, lemme change into comfier clothes…"
"And after that?"
Her gleaming golden eyes stared at me, gleaming with desire.
I knew exactly what that look meant.
"Because of the… carrot?"
"Living with you is great, but we can't keep this up forever. So…"
"Yeah, I get it."
She wanted to investigate the carrot's trigger more actively.
These past few days, I'd been feeding and housing her in my dorm, observing closely.
Would the futanari thing happen again? Any other weird symptoms?
But since that first day, no carrot had appeared on Yang Hye-in.
Just endless observation with no results, ramping up her anxiety.
Plus, I couldn't keep lying about her absence forever…
"But you sure you're okay with it?"
"Totally! We're both girls anyway… and even if the carrot pops up again, you've got my back, Teacher Yeon!"
"…Yeah."
I swallowed the words if we weren't both girls.
Her eyes sparkled with infinite trust from our shared secret,
as she pointed to herself.
"So, Teacher Yeon, wanna check my body first?"
"Check your… body?"
"The carrot's gone, but maybe something else changed. I checked in the mirror, but my back or down there… hard to see. Would be great if you helped."
It made sense, but inspecting a student's nude body while everyone else was in class… the situation felt awfully weird.
Still, it was at her request, for her sake, and after handjobbing her, checking her body was no big deal.
Was she embarrassed too? Her pale skin flushed pink as she swallowed hard.
"Then let's go to the bedroom. Kinda awkward in the living room…"
"Ehehe, yeah?"
We entered the bedroom awkwardly, like a young couple before their first time.
Opening the door released a wave of warm, humid air—probably from her workout.
I nervously shut the door and turned to find Yang Hye-in standing in the center, her elastic body filling my view.
Her horse ears perked up, her flushed face staring piercingly—not at me, but my body.
"By the way, Teacher Yeon? Me being the only one naked feels kinda… weird, right?"
"Huh?"
"Can't you strip too? It's unbalanced with just me naked."
I thought it'd just be inspecting her, but she made an unexpected request.
It was understandable, but she'd said she always went naked at home… now suddenly shy? Felt off.
…No, living naked and having every inch inspected were different.
Plus.
She told me not to be shy about girl-on-girl skinship. Same thing here.
Recalling Jeong Si-yeong's advice for adapting as a woman, I suppressed my embarrassment and nodded.
Under her golden eyes flickering with strange heat, I slowly undressed.
Unbuttoning my blouse, slipping off my skirt…
It's fine. Just pretend it's in front of a boy.
…No, I can't think that now.
"Teacher Yeon, underwear too."
"Oh, got it."
My body looked fine in the mirror, but maybe to a girl her age, some parts weren't pretty? I worried a bit.
With trembling hands, I unhooked my bra, slid my panties to my ankles.
Instinctively covering my crotch, I looked at Yang Hye-in.
"H-Hye-in…?"
For some reason, her eyes felt scary.
Like they were scanning every inch of me.
My slender neck and deep collarbone, my firm H-cup breasts defying their heavy weight.
My tightly cinched waist, wide birth-ready hips, my soft thighs and slim calves unlike hers…
It felt like her gaze physically caressed my skin all over.
Why's she so quiet?
"Um… Hye-in…"
"Teacher Yeon, now I get it—your body's so sexy."
"…R-Really?"
Praise… right?
As I awkwardly smiled and toyed with my hair, Yang Hye-in stared fixedly at my covered crotch.
Worried she'd want to see there too, I coughed and diverted her.
"Now that Teacher's naked too, shall we start?"
"…Yeah, Teacher Yeon."
She looked a bit disappointed but nodded quickly.
I took a deep breath and approached her, standing straight to show her body.
…Wow.
She'd called my body sexy, but she had no room to talk.
Admiring her lightweight, toned runner's build inwardly as I carefully scanned her—
Yang Hye-in suddenly called out.
"Teacher Yeon, just looking enough?"
"Huh? What do you—"
"You gotta touch and check closely."
She grabbed my wrist, pulled me in, and leaned her back against me—snuggling right into my arms.
Exactly the position from when I'd handjobbed her days ago.
"Okay, over to you!"
Why this position of all things?
Seeing her leaning lewdly against me now, panting in that voice, made my heart pound as it overlapped with then.
Calm down, Yeo-eun. Calm down…
I gently brushed her swaying golden ponytail aside and tentatively reached for her.
Start from the top, I guess.
"Mmng…♪"
She let out a whimpering sigh as I softly stroked her nape.
Ignoring how it sounded lewdly pleasurable—maybe my imagination—I carefully felt her pale neck and shoulders.
No abnormalities.
Next…
"Teacher Yeon, what're you doing?"
She snatched my hand skipping her breasts toward her abs.
And forced it to her chest.
"Gotta check here too."
"You can check your own breasts…?"
"No way. You gotta touch and check."
Her stubborn gaze back at me flickered with strange heat.
Did it resemble the look when she got her handjob? Imagination?
"Hurry. It's just us girls—what's the big deal?"
"R-Right… just girls… so…"
I'm a girl like her now.
I should act as casual as her.
Suppressing my tension, I moved my finely trembling hand.
And as she wanted, I gripped her plump breast firmly.
"Ahhuu…♡"
The first woman's breast I'd ever held was far hotter and heavier than imagined.
Slightly squeezing my fingers, her smooth skin yielded lewdly into my palm, reshaping.
Releasing, it sprang back to its perky peak instantly…
True to her daily track training, firm elasticity backed the soft texture tautly.
In the dizzying softness, every unconscious squeeze made flesh bulge between my fingers,
shivers crawling up my arm.
"Ehehe… y'know, I've been thinking about… that time a few days ago. Nonstop."
As all my focus poured into my gripping hand, hers overlaid mine softly.
"It felt so good. Your hand…"
Thinking my grip too clumsy, she half-forced me to knead her breast.
"I can't forget this sensation…♪"
She'd started the touch by force, but soon my hand was kneading her full breast on its own.
She didn't stop me, leaning deeper into me, turning to look.
My flushed face reflected clearly in her sparkling golden eyes.
"So, Teacher Yeon? Any weirdness with my breasts?"
"D-Dunno…"
"Then gotta touch more, huu… right…♪"
It's weirdly hot, burning. My head's blank, no thoughts.
Just her firm body pressed tight against mine, her breast filling my palm,
and her shallow whimpering breaths crowding my mind.
"T-Teacher Yeon, here toooo…"
My fingers, led by her, brushed a now-hard nub.
Throat parched, I swallowed dryly and pinched both nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
"Twirl 'em properly… check…♪"
This is just inspecting if her body's weird or not.
Yeah… that's all.
With trembling fingers, I began 'examining' her nipples.
"Hauuu— ah, haat, hngguk—♡"
The heat around us intensified.
Sweaty skin stuck slickly, melting into one body.
Melted reason in our hot damp breaths mingled indistinguishably.
Drunk on the bizarre heat, we'd forgotten our original goal, swept by the flow.
As the current pulled us deeper down—
"T-Teacher Yeon…!"
Yang Hye-in's voice rang out—shocked, yet somehow joyful.
"The carrot… it's here♪"