The Devastating Price of Attacking Han-na First

The devastating price of launching my first counterattack against Han-na was horrific. From lunchtime until just before CA time began, my pussy was touched without a single break. For those several hours I lay pinned beneath her, moaning until I was practically sobbing, toes frantically scratching at the floor, hips bucking upward as I squirted gushes of slick fluid. Completely stripped, I lay naked on my stomach with only my pelvis raised high, my plump ass growing swollen and red from relentless smacks. The spine-chilling thrill of masochistic pleasure melted my mind completely, until even my untouched pussy began twitching and convulsing on its own, forcing me into a hands-free masochistic climax.

When the preliminary bell for CA time finally rang, Han-na gently licked my body clean with her tongue. I had been reduced to a complete wreck by the string of orgasms. Only then did we descend from the rooftop together, side by side.

"See you later, Lee Seon-ah. ...And don't forget we're going shopping together this afternoon."

"Okay…."

The thought of shopping alone with Han-na made my cheeks flush without my permission as I nodded. She might not have thought much of it, but to me it was practically a date. Even if doing so in the body of a girl who could never be seen as the opposite sex felt a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠little pathetic.

"Haa…."

After parting from Han-na, I pulled out my phone and headed for the counseling room. Originally I should have been receiving Eun-jung's Test during class or break times while letting my classmates touch my pussy, but I had missed everything because of what happened on the rooftop. On top of that, Teacher Seong Mi-na had called me in that morning about the pussy education session, so it looked like I wouldn't be able to take the Test during CA time either.

I sent Eun-jung a message explaining the situation and apologizing. She replied surprisingly coolly that it was fine. After all, we had this weekend too. But wasn't this weekend just supposed to be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a casual get-together with friends to celebrate after exams? An inexplicable sense of unease ran through me. I shivered and knocked on the counseling room door.

The door flew open as if she had been waiting.

"Eek…!"

A pale hand shot out from inside and yanked me in. While I stood there dazed, staring around the counseling room I had been practically sucked into, the door slammed shut behind me with a heavy thud.

"Seon-ah, you're late."

"I came right after the bell rang…"

I turned to argue, then lost all words the moment I saw her face.

What were those square horn-rimmed glasses? And why was she holding a pointer? She had been wearing a comfortably loose white shirt before, but now she had on a full suit jacket with every button fastened tight. Had she really dressed up like this just for my pussy education?

"Ahem. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"…It's nothing."

I could tell she was overflowing with motivation, but the direction it had taken felt somewhat… off. Teacher Seong Mi-na herself seemed embarrassed by the cosplay, her face faintly red. Besides, my body was still exhausted from what Han-na had done to me. I kept quiet and obediently sat on the edge of the bed.

"Um… Should I take my skirt off now?"

"No, wait a moment. The teacher has prepared a few things this time."

"…?"

It wasn't just the outfit? While I blinked in confusion, Teacher Seong Mi-na dragged a large whiteboard over from the corner. She stood beside it, striking the pose of a star academy instructor, and asked me a question.

"Now then… where did we leave off in our last lesson?"

"…What lesson?"

"Pussy studies, of course. What else would it be?"

At her pointed remark I instinctively glanced at my bare pussy beneath the skirt before quickly looking forward again.

"Anyway… do you remember what the teacher did last time?"

"Um…."

Teacher Seong Mi-na stood with her arms crossed beneath her chest, waiting for my answer. The atmosphere felt so genuinely like class that I recalled the memory with a serious expression.

Back then, during the test, I had been caught masturbating my pussy. Teacher Seong Mi-na said that if the problem was my pussy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠feeling too much sexual desire, she would correct its bad habits through proper education as my teacher. And then…

"You touched my pussy and spanked my ass every time it felt good."

"Correct. The teacher first attempted to educate your pussy through corporal punishment. And that ended in failure."

I nodded silently. When a beautiful female teacher slid her finger inside my pussy and gently stroked the inner folds, there was no way I could avoid feeling it. My walls clenched greedily, gushing love juices everywhere. She spanked me as punishment for feeling pleasure, but each slap only made my pussy burn hotter. In the end, I was left with my hole twitching and dripping foamy slick while the exhausted teacher collapsed onto the bed. Only the two of us remained.

"The teacher thought long and hard about the cause. The conclusion I reached was that 'Seon-ah's pussy is extremely simple, immature, and beyond the reach of higher education.'"

"My pussy is… immature?"

"Yes. Why don't you lift your skirt for me?"

Following her instruction, I gently raised the short pleated skirt. My bare pussy was revealed, teeth clenched around a black thong and chewing busily.

"Look. Even now it's munching away on whatever it stuffed in its mouth. So what do you think will happen if I insert a finger?"

Teacher Seong Mi-na approached and slowly stroked my twitching folds. Then—

"Hngh…!"

She pushed her pale finger deep into my entrance. As it spread my slick inner walls and burrowed inside, the dense vaginal folds were thoroughly rubbed, sending sharp jolts of pleasure racing up my spine.

"Haah… See? It's munching on the teacher's finger again."

"Huu… huu… hngh…."

I breathed deeply, trying desperately not to feel too much, repeating the teacher's words inside my head. My pussy puts anything in its mouth and chews. Before I was transported into this world, I had seen similar comments online. Young children, when they encounter something unfamiliar, will first put it in their mouth. It was unsanitary and carried the risk of choking if swallowed, so mothers had to be especially vigilant. Was my pussy exhibiting the same behavior?

I had never considered my pussy from this perspective before. Teacher Seong Mi-na's viewpoint felt surprisingly fresh.

"And when I stroke the inside like this…"

"Ah, hngh♡ Haahk…♡"

Her finger hooked like a claw and began vigorously rubbing the upper wall where the folds were thickest. My vision flashed white. A bolt of pleasure pierced straight through my lower body, stiffening every muscle. My pussy drooled heavily and clamped down hard around her finger.

"Seon-ah, are you watching? When the pussy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠feels good, it tries to suck the finger deeper like this."

"Y-yes…♡"

I lowered my trembling gaze as instructed. My soaking pussy was twitching its plump lips♡ while greedily tasting her finger. When she tried to pull back, my walls contracted tightly, sucking and slurping as if begging her to stay. But my pathetic pussy lacked the strength to hold her. Little by little her finger withdrew, dragging my glistening inner flesh along pitifully.

When her shapely finger finally popped free, my pussy clenched hard one last time and shot out a short, clear spurt of fluid.

"Ahh♡ Huu… huu… hngh♡"

The sudden friction against all the sensitive spots around my entrance nearly made me scream, but I remembered this was a lesson and barely held it in.

"You understand now, don't you? Seon-ah's pussy blindly clings to anything that makes it feel good."

Teacher Seong Mi-na watched my pussy's reaction with cool eyes that still carried a hint of heat.

"Well? It felt good just now, didn't it?"

"Yes…. It felt incredibly good."

I nodded, face slightly flushed with both pleasure and admiration for her theory. Just as she said, the moment my pussy realized her finger would rub its insides and make it feel amazing, it had clung to her desperately, sucking and pulling as if begging for more. Looking back on every experience so far, the pattern was the same. This was the unique trait of my pussy—its overwhelming craving for pleasure. Hearing it explained so clearly made the body part I had only found alien feel just a little more familiar.

"Now, let's summarize what we've covered so far."

Teacher Seong Mi-na licked the love juice from her finger, returned to the whiteboard, and picked up the marker. She wrote quickly. The content was as follows.

"Considering these points, it was only natural that corporal punishment failed. It was the teacher's error in assuming Seon-ah's pussy would be intelligent."

When I heard her mutter that being first in the school didn't mean my pussy was smart too, I gripped the hand holding up my skirt tightly, face burning crimson. I already knew perfectly well that my pussy ignored my control and felt things however it wanted. But hearing it bluntly called a simple-minded idiot pussy filled me with such shame that I nearly yanked my skirt down to hide it.

"So this time the teacher approached it from a different angle. We'll be doing customized education that matches the level of Seon-ah's pussy."

"…?"

Custom education… matching my pussy's level?

Teacher Seong Mi-na briskly erased the board and began filling the white surface with new black letters.

"What do you think these have in common?"

"Um… they're much gentler than last time…?"

"Yes. Correct."

Setting the marker down, Teacher Seong Mi-na walked over and sat beside me. She slipped her hand beneath my raised skirt and whispered softly into my ear.

"From now on, the teacher will gently reform this willful, bottom-ranked pussy…"

My pussy twitched with anticipation as her cool hand pressed firmly against it.

"…and thoroughly educate it until it becomes a top-ranked pussy♡"