Fateful Second Encounter (2)
Fateful Second Encounter (2)
"Finally, it's over...!"
The end of the hellish 4-hour consecutive lecture.
At the arrival of that long-awaited time, I quietly cheered and rose from my seat.
My head, which had been concentrating for 4 hours, throbbed.
My back, which had been held stiffly upright all this time, screamed, and my buttocks, which had been supporting the weight of my upper body, ached.
Placing my chest on the desk and letting it bear the weight instead was a stroke of genius.
If I hadn't been too embarrassed to do that, my shoulders would have been in serious pain too.
Indeed, a 4-hour consecutive lecture is not something humans should endure.
Well, I have to study hard to get good grades if I want to make money later, so I do listen diligently.
But listening diligently and enjoying it are two separate things.
Maintaining focus until the end against the professor's lecture was an immense ordeal.
"How does that person enjoy listening to lectures?"
I had heard that some people find joy in learning, but this was the first time I had seen such a person with my own eyes.
I briefly stared at the seat she always occupied.
It was as if I could see Han Chae-eun-ssi, who even after class ended, went to find the professor to request additional lectures.
She's truly a respectable person.
Why would such a person suddenly commit a deviant act...
Where on earth did she go?
"Ah, I don't know."
Anyway, she's on a different level than me.
We just happened to be in the same department, but she's someone who has no business being entangled in my life.
'Han Chae-eun-ssi...'
Even as I thought of her name inwardly, I averted my gaze.
I naturally blended into the crowd streaming out of the lecture hall.
"The days have gotten quite long lately."
As I exited the Academic Building, classmates heading their separate ways with their respective groups.
Instead of joining them, I looked up at the sky.
Though mostly a deep navy blue, it hadn't been completely swallowed by darkness.
It must be past 7 already, yet the sun hadn't completely set.
Just a few weeks ago, this was unimaginable, but every time I see this, I really feel how much longer the days have gotten lately.
'Let's hurry...'
Enough sentimentality.
I slipped out of the crowd before anyone could speak to me.
The way home.
Exit through the main gate and go straight down the main road.
"Hmm... I need to hurry."
I enter the back alleyway all too naturally.
This makes the third visit. The alleyway that was once only unfamiliar has now become familiar.
This place was no longer scary or anything. It was just the quickest shortcut on the way home.
There was no hesitation whatsoever in my steps advancing down the alleyway.
'What should I try using today♡'
No wonder, because in fact, my brain was filled with lewd thoughts.
I just didn't show it, but while I was concentrating on the lecture... even before that, since leaving home, it was all I could think about.
The memory of playing with my nipples with my fingers, the memory of poking my pussy with an extreme dildo.
Memories of playing with and enjoying my own body in the past kept vividly coming back to life. Each time, I felt my womb tighten intensely.
'Yesterday I played with a dildo, so should I try a vibrator today? Or a rotor?'
It wasn't just memories tormenting me.
I kept fantasizing about the plays I would enjoy once I got home today.
Myself breaking my clitoris with a vibrator while bending my waist, myself stuffing several rotors into my pussy and squirting water...
It was a bit troublesome because such vivid imaginations were drawn so clearly throughout the boring class.
Wetting my panties a little with love juice was the decent thing.
If my self-control had been just a bit weaker, I might have had to calm my pussy down in the school restroom.
'It's not bad, right...?'
Masturbating in a restroom everyone uses.
Being in a public place, my pussy going squish♥ squish♥... and then someone comes in.
Even though someone is outside, I can't stop poking my pussy.
Even though I can see someone's feet under the partition, I climax shamelessly. If I splatter love juice onto the wooden partition with a squirt♥ squirt♥.
"Ehehehe♡"
It would definitely feel amazing.
It would be even better if the person outside suspected something. My pussy sensitivity would rise even more from the thrill that my life might end.
"Ah♡"
I noticed my pussy was wet. It was different from being a little wet during class.
Beyond my panties getting damp, love juice had seeped through to my pantyhose.
It seemed the heat I had been putting off and putting off had finally erupted now.
I'll be going home soon, and there I'll totally wreck my pussy♡
But I can't endure the in-between.
"Eut...♡"
I lifted my skirt and put my hand inside.
Sweuk♥ sweuk♥
When I pressed firmly with my finger, love juice seeped out from the pantyhose.
Ignoring it, I moved my finger.
The pussy protected by two layers of fabric. Even through them, stimulation could be /transmitted.
The pantyhose rubbing according to the finger movement, the panties following the movement of the pantyhose.
The clitoris that had popped out♥ in response to the heat fantasy was rubbed.
"Hueu...♡"
A pitiful sound flowed from my mouth.
I could feel my sensitivity sharply skyrocketing as the woman's core erogenous zone was stimulated.
My body heated up bright red, and my stiffened nipples itched.
My pussy hole opened, and from the opened hole, love juice poured out.
My body was ready. But I wasn't ready to give the pleasure my body wanted.
Because I was wearing pantyhose and panties, my fingers didn't directly touch my skin. Insertion was obviously impossible too.
All I could do was stimulate my clit indirectly through the fabric.
This much was too unsatisfying.
My body was begging for more pleasure.
Nipples being pinched, clit being flicked, pussy being poked.
Even having my cervix poked. It was expecting to receive anything.
"It's not possible...♡"
It's not possible, but the temptation of lust was too strong.
Even as I said that, my fingers were pinching the pantyhose.
When I applied force to both sides, the pantyhose that seemed ready to tear easily. Feeling a gap opening between the pantyhose squeezing my thighs, I stopped.
It was the last line of resistance.
This wasn't home. It wasn't my own space but a public place, dark and secluded though it may be, still shared with other people.
To try to do something like masturbation, a sexual act, in such a place, it's something I shouldn't do.
Not only does it go against social norms, it's also highly disrespectful to any potential onlookers.
It could put me myself in danger. If someone saw this and blackmailed me...♡
"It's okay, no. It's not okay...♡ Seriously, I'm in big trouble...♡"
So hold back. Home isn't far anyway.
Once I get inside, I can do anything, torment my nipples or wreck my pussy...♡
Just hold back a little, and do it once I get home.
"......"
But haven't I already done everything at home anyway?
I've done 48-hour continuous masturbation, poked my cervix with a dildo, and even climaxed continuously until my body felt miserable.
I've tormented this lewd body in every vulgar way possible.
I did that for the past five days.
So what's there that I can't do with this...♡
Tzzzzzt-
The psychological line of resistance, thoroughly soaked in lewd thought patterns, tore like tissue paper.
And the pantyhose that had been firmly guarding my pussy finally, tore as well.
Squish♥
"Oooh♡♡♡"
I flipped aside the nearly functionless scrap of fabric that was my panties and inserted my finger into my pussy hole.
Thanks to being thoroughly soaked by the love juice secreted all this time, my finger slid in easily.
'Crazy♡ I put my finger in my pussy♡ Out here outside♡♡♡'
The first time is always the hardest for anything. After taking that first step, everything else became easy.
Jigik♥ jigik♥ jigik♥
I push my finger into the pussy hole and move it back and forth. An action I've done dozens of times at home.
Only the location where I'm doing this has changed to outdoors.
Jjooohk♥
"Finger...♡ It's squeezing my pussy♡ It's squeezing so tight♡♡"
I might get caught at any moment.
That, chilling thrill spread throughout my whole body.
Chalpak!
I hadn't even reached climax yet, but the strength left my legs.
Sitting down in the puddle of love juice I had spilled, I desperately poked my pussy.
Before someone catches me, quickly♡ quicklyyy♡♡
"Heeueung♡♡"
Jigik jikkek jigik jikkeok
As my heart grew more impatient, the speed of my finger going in and out increased.
A rough movement paying almost no attention to my pussy. But my pussy, trained through all that masturbation practice♡, accepted even this as pleasure.
"Ooooh♡♡"
My pussy, recognizing this was a situation that needed to end quickly, squeezed powerfully.
The vaginal hole urged the cock that had entered to cum quickly and finish.
Although what had entered wasn't the cock I had hoped for but merely a slender finger. I shook my finger vigorously to satisfy it with that much.
"Ah♡ Hng♡ Ah♡ Ah♡ I'm coming♡♡"
The vulgar pussy reaching climax before long.
"Oooohk♡♡♡♡"
Pshoot-♥
As in all the numerous masturbations before, my pussy sprayed juice chikchik.
Definitive proof of climax.
"Hueueu...♡"
Letting out a hot breath, I pulled my finger out of my pussy.
A silvery thread connected from my pussy to my fingertip.
I did it. I finally did it.
For the first time in my life.
Outdoor exposure masturbation, done♡
"Ah...♡"
Feeling turned on by the act I had just committed and masturbating again was a natural flow that had repeated many times over the past five days.
Something possible with a woman's body that knows no such thing as Post-coital Tristesse.
I brought my finger to my pussy once more.
Sweuk-
"Huh?"
That was the plan, until right before I realized someone was looking down at me from right above.
"Ah?!"
I was so engrossed in masturbating that I didn't notice someone approaching.
Meaning I had shown someone the lewd sight I had been putting on until now.
Finally coming to my senses, I lifted my face, now pale with fright-
Thwuck-♥
"Ah...♡"
A cock was thrust right before my eyes.
The cock that had surged up from under the checkered skirt.
A black hoodie whose silhouette was hard to make out.
A face unrecognizable due to the hood's shadow and-
The only thing I could recognize: crimson pupils.
It was her.
The person who raped me that day.
It was my fateful, second encounter with her.