While I Was Unconscious, My Junior...
Gulp.
I wonder what Senior's looks like down there.
She thought back to all the times he'd let her get away with unchecked skinship around the Research Institute.
"Eheng! Senior!"
"Seoyeon… could you maybe stop? You're heavy."
"Don't wanna. You work out and everything — you're telling me you can't hold just me?"
"Those are two completely different things…"
"No they're not!"
Sometimes she'd link arms with him and deliberately nestle his forearm right between her breasts.
"Wah!"
"Jesus! You scared the hell out of me! I told you not to do that!"
"Heehee. Who do you think it is?"
"Who else would it be? You're the only person in this whole institute who pulls crap like that."
"So who is it?"
"Yoon Seoyeon. Cut it out."
"Eit!"
"Don't climb on someone with a bad disc! My back is screaming!"
Or she'd sneak up behind him while he was concentrating and scare him half to death. Every single time, she'd take the chance to rub her pride and joy — those big breasts of hers — against him, and every single time he'd react in the cutest way.
You tried to hide it, Senior, but I saw you every time. The way you'd awkwardly hunch forward whenever I did it.
And every time, she'd sneak peeks at the outline in his pants, roughly gauging the size, then spend years ordering custom dildos online that matched as closely as she could manage.
And now, an opportunity she never could have imagined was unfolding right in front of her.
"S-Senior. I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm going to state this for the record before I start."
She pulled out her phone and began recording so that both of them would be clearly visible. Just in case he came to later and needed an explanation.
If I did this without any proof and he suddenly woke up…
She pictured him staring at her with pure contempt.
"Seoyeon. I never knew you were this kind of person. I'm disappointed."
"S-Senior, it's not like that…"
"That's enough, Ms. Yoon Seoyeon. We can continue this conversation at the police station."
"Kyaaah! N-No!"
That could never happen.
I-I'm only recording this because I have to. He might misunderstand otherwise. This isn't me molesting my unconscious senior — this is a legitimate rescue operation…
With the setup complete, she checked her watch.
Already five minutes. Can I make him finish in the next twenty-five?
Honestly, she was a little worried.
Someone like Senior has probably been with plenty of women… and I've never actually made a guy come before.
The closest she'd ever gotten was once in high school health class, during the sexual technique practicum with the machines.
No. I have to do this. If I don't, Senior dies. Am I seriously going to keep making weak excuses?
Having steeled herself completely, the long-awaited moment arrived.
"Alright then. I'm taking them off, Senior."
With a resolute expression, she carefully tried to pull down his underwear.
H-Huh? Why won't they come off?
The underwear refused to budge.
"Is something wrong…?"
Do men's underwear have some kind of chastity-belt function or something?
Having never once researched men's underwear, she leaned her face in close to inspect them.
Hmm? They just look like ordinary underwear…?
That was when it happened.
The resistance against her hands suddenly vanished, and something hot and hard slapped her clean across the cheek.
"Kyaah!"
A flash of pain bloomed on her face — but she barely registered it. Not with the magnificent specimen now filling her entire field of vision.
"Th-This is Senior's cock…?"
His pants were hiding so much of it…
It was far more impressive than anything she'd imagined.
"I-It's huge…"
Long, thick, and even the color was beautiful.
Is this… really a cock?
She remembered shopping for her custom "Senior" online. Right next to the product she'd been about to buy had sat an absurdly oversized dildo. At the time she'd thought, Come on, no actual person could possibly be that big — but…
"Th-There really are people who have cocks like this."
If anything, it looked even bigger than the one from the shopping site.
As if entranced, she brought both hands to it.
"Even putting both palms together, I still can't reach the head…"
She spent a moment simply marveling at the impossible size.
"Nngh…"
"Ah! I'm sorry, Senior! I'll let go right away!"
His soft groan snapped her out of her admiration at once.
Wh-What am I doing?! Stop gawking and start making him come already!
She had zero practical experience as it was. If she wanted any hope of satisfying a cock of this ultra-SSS-class caliber, she had no time to waste staring.
"Senior. I'm starting."
She wrapped both hands around his cock.
But… is it okay to just start stroking like this?
She cast her mind back to high school sex-ed practicum.
— Whether with a man or a woman, sexual activity without lubricant can cause your partner pain. So always, always make sure you take enough time to prepare before having sex.
R-Right. That's what they said.
But she didn't have any of the love gel they'd used in class. And as for using her own fluids…
Th-That would be crossing a line, wouldn't it?
A handjob she could maybe justify. Anything beyond that, and she might never be forgiven.
Which left…
Spit. Spit is about all I've got…
"Senior, I'm sorry. The only thing I have to use as lube right now is my own spit… Please bear with me even if it's gross."
She forced herself to stop the constant swallowing that her excitement kept triggering.
I need to gather a good amount…
After a short wait, enough saliva had pooled in her mouth to slosh lightly. She let it drip down onto the upper length of his cock.
"Blehhh…"
A long, stretching strand of spit landed on his glans. The sticky saliva slid over the head — some of it seeping into the urethra, the rest running down the sides.
So dirty…
Watching it, she didn't even notice until the spit had run all the way down onto her own hands. The lukewarm, slick sensation snapped her back to her senses.
Hah. I need to make him come. I didn't come here for sex — I came here to save him…
She swallowed once, then carefully began working both hands up and down the length of his cock.
"Is this how you do it…?"
Slick, slick.
Unlike the dry friction from before, both hands now glided smoothly through the wetness.
"Senior… it doesn't hurt, does it…?"
Unconscious as he was, he answered not with words but with a pleased little twitch of his cock.
Mmm… doesn't seem like it hurts.
She could keep going like this.
Schlick.
Schliiick.
The wet sounds of cock and spit and hands blended into a filthy harmony. And this situation was pure torment.
Ah… I want to touch myself so bad.
Senior's cock was right in front of her. The real thing she'd dreamed about for years. Not the toys she'd worn out and replaced over six years of desperate nights at home — the genuine original, right here.
And as she kept stroking, it wasn't Senior whose lower half was getting soaked. It was hers.
I'm going crazy. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
Every wet schlick of her hands on his cock made her own entrance grow a little wetter in time with the sound.
What if I just suck on it once?
The cock before her eyes looked utterly intoxicating.
If I put it in my mouth… it'd fill me completely, wouldn't it?
She remembered the sausage she'd eaten on that lunch date with Senior. The way it had stuffed her mouth when she'd shoved half of it in at once — that sense of fullness had been incredible…
And the cock in front of me is even bigger than that. It looks even more delicious.
A fresh thread of drool threatened to spill; she sucked it back with a sharp breath.
But I can't.
Who knew what he'd say if she did?
Her thoughts were growing hazier by the second.
I just want to finish this fast so I can go masturbate already.
"Senior. When are you going to come?"
"…"
"I'm sorry. That was a weird thing to say. I should be trying harder."
When she checked the clock, another five minutes had already slipped by. Twenty minutes remaining.
How do I make him finish faster?
She thought hard for a moment.
They say the head is a man's weak spot.
Worth a try.
Keeping her left hand pumping along the shaft, she pulled her right hand free to focus on the glans. That was when she saw it — her right hand, frothy with spit and precum. She was supposed to put it straight back on the head, but the moment she looked at it, a new craving took hold.
Surely licking this once wouldn't be going too far.
It wasn't like she was doing anything else. Just tasting a byproduct.
Lick.
"Whoa. What is this taste…"
Salty, sticky, lewd — with a faint fishy edge. She couldn't quite place it. But it was strangely addictive.
"Hah!"
And before she knew it, she'd licked her hand completely clean. The foam was gone; only spit remained coating her fingers.
Tch… there's still spit left, so it should be fine.
She pressed her right hand to the head and began gently circling. Until now his cock had only twitched occasionally — now it started thrashing hard.
I-It must be working.
Relief washed over her, followed immediately by another thought.
Wait. If this is necrosis syndrome, you need a semen sample for the test, right?
Didn't that mean she needed a flask right now?
"Senior, just a moment… for the necrosis syndrome test we need semen, so I'm going to grab a flask and— kyaah!"
She'd only meant to lift her right hand free so she could go get a flask. But in that same unthinking motion, her left hand stroked all the way up from the base to the head — and that must have been it.
In that instant, Senior came.
"Waaaaah!"
Semen erupted like a fountain.
"Mmph… mmph!"
Wh-Why is there so much…?
A normal man would produce a few milliliters at most. This abnormal volume…
He really does have necrosis syndrome, doesn't he?
One of the hallmark symptoms: an absurd volume of semen.
And looking at that climax, she actually felt relieved.
Haa… thank god. If I'd assumed it wasn't necrosis syndrome and just left him, he really might have died.
After a few seconds the ejaculation finally stopped, and his cock began to soften.
"Whew. Mission clear."
Thank goodness. She'd saved him.
Now I just need to clean up…
"Ugh… what am I supposed to do about this…"
Her face, her hair, her clothes — everything was drenched in semen.
"…I'll have to ask my junior to bring me a spare change of clothes."
She stopped the camera recording first, then started typing a message to Senior Taeyang to let him know the situation was resolved — when…
"Nngh…"
"H-Huh?"
Senior Seongchan was coming to right in front of her.
C-Can I explain this properly?
She finished sending the message, then took a deep breath to prepare herself for the explanation.
"Nngh…"
"H-Huh?"
I clutched my throbbing head and sat up.
What the hell is going on…
Looking around, the first thing I recognized was the specimen lab — the last place I'd collapsed. And through my blurry vision, someone was looking down at me.
Who…?
"Ugh… my head…"
"Senior! Are you alright?"
Ah. Seoyeon.
As my vision steadily cleared, a familiar head of blonde hair came into focus above me.
"Oh. Seoyeon…"
But something was off.
What? Am I seeing things?
The blonde hair definitely belonged to Seoyeon, but…
What is all that?
Yellowish liquid was splattered across her hair, her face, her chest — everywhere.
"Uh…?"
"Thank goodness… Senior. Are you fully conscious? You fainted for a bit."
Right. I remembered now.
I took the aphrodisiac and passed out.
Fortunately, there was recent precedent of me doing absolutely nothing while unconscious, so I managed to stay relatively calm.
"Y-Yeah… but Seoyeon. What on earth are you covered in?"
"Uh… ah… th-that's…"
The moment I asked about the mysterious liquid, Seoyeon's face went bright red.
"Senior. Please don't freak out, and listen carefully."
"What is it? You're making me nervous."
"So, basically… this is your semen, Senior."
"What?"
The absurd answer left me staring blankly as I echoed her.
"I-I mean… I figured you'd need an explanation, so… um…"
As she spoke, Seoyeon's eyes kept flicking down toward my lower half. Following her gaze, I looked down — and finally understood exactly what kind of situation I was in.
"WAAAAAH!!!!"
"Kyaaaaah! Senior, please calm down!"
"Does this look like a situation I can calm down in?!"
I frantically tried to cover my cock with my hands, but two hands weren't nearly enough for something that size, so I just ended up fully exposing myself to my junior anyway. At the same time, I roughly pieced together what she was covered in.
That's my semen?
While I was out cold, I'd blasted a full load all over my junior's face and body?
But looking at Seoyeon's condition… it doesn't seem like I was the one who did anything.
My brain was having trouble processing it.
"…"
"I'll explain everything… it's just… ah."
Under her gaze, my cock began to stiffen again. I tried covering it with my hands, but it was useless. Before long it was standing fully at attention, and I twisted my body around in a desperate attempt to hide it.
What the hell do I do about this.
With my back turned, Seoyeon — after a brief moment of fluster — dropped every trace of her usual playful tone and spoke to me seriously.
"Senior. Listen carefully. You're in an extremely dangerous situation right now. Which means you need to keep ejaculating — with my help."