This Can't Go On
***Cha Eun-jung Side
Some time had passed since Kim Han-na caught me talking about Pussy Management. No major conflicts had arisen between the three of us since then, but one thing had definitely changed… Han-na no longer ate lunch with us, nor did she even speak to us when we crossed paths. It had been ages since she last sent a message in our group chat, and from what I heard, she was barely showing up to classes at the academy anymore.
Worried, I secretly had someone tail her, but at least she wasn’t frequenting any dangerous places. She simply seemed to be wandering aimlessly from one spot to another, drifting without direction. I figured that if I tried to persuade her now, it would only backfire, so for the time being I was just keeping an eye on her to make sure nothing went wrong.
And Seon-ah… it was as if she were punishing herself, or perhaps escaping into pleasure. She had begun clinging to us far more aggressively than before. During every break, she would beg the girls in our class to perform Pussy Management on her, hiking up her skirt without hesitation. If she took a liking to any of them that day, she would even drag them home and spend the night with them.
“Mmm… slurp, chuup… Haa… More, give me so much more… Ah, haaup…!”
Even now, Seon-ah was wrapped in the arms of one of the girls from class, her pussy being stirred with wet, obscene squelches while their tongues tangled endlessly. Even as her body trembled through a climax, the girl kept violently tormenting her pussy at Seon-ah’s desperate request. A scream-like moan tore from her throat as her hips bucked even higher, and a clear stream of fluid shot from her hole, splattering across the floor.
Watching that lewd display, I could no longer feel the pure joy I once had.
“G-guys… The teacher’s coming, so that’s enough…”
Whenever Seon-ah lost track of time and kept frantically grinding against someone, the class president—face flushed bright red—would rush over to stop her. But even after class began, her lewd behavior didn’t cease. During other lessons she would settle for secretly masturbating while a vibrator was turned to its maximum setting inside her, but during Seong Mi-na’s class…
“May I solve this problem?”
“Huh…? Uh, s-sure, Seon-ah, why don’t you come up…?”
Seon-ah raised her hand high in the middle of class, and Seong Mi-na smiled awkwardly as she looked at her. Seon-ah fluttered her ridiculously short skirt and slowly made her way to the front of the lectern. She smoothly wrote out the solution on the blackboard, but halfway through, her hand dropped weakly.
“Umm… I don’t really know what comes after this. So please, punish me a lot ♡”
Seon-ah placed her hands on the blackboard and thrust her ass backward toward the girls. When she lifted her skirt, revealing her completely bare bottom and pussy with no panties at all, Seong Mi-na looked at me with troubled eyes.
It was a plea for help, but there was nothing I could do. I simply shrugged with an equally helpless expression.
…I understood how the teacher must feel, having to deal with this constantly lately. Seon-ah would volunteer to solve a problem, and when allowed to come forward, she would always stop midway. Then she would push her ass out and demand punishment for failing to finish. Since she had offered herself in the first place, there was no real need to punish her, but when the teacher tried to send her back gently, Seon-ah stubbornly insisted on receiving the spanking.
When the teacher finally lifted her skirt and spanked her as requested, Seon-ah would cry out in a coquettish voice right in front of the entire class.
“Uut… Ah, haaak…! Haat…!”
Her hips would quiver as she moaned lewdly. Love juices would leak from her soaked slit and trickle down her firm thighs. Her ragged breaths mixed with the sound of saliva dripping onto the floor. Anyone could see she was clearly orgasming, yet as a teacher, Seong Mi-na couldn’t say anything about it.
If the teacher reluctantly gave her five light smacks and sent her back, Seon-ah would finally return to her seat with a satisfied expression. These sudden outbursts during every one of Seong Mi-na’s classes were just one of the many products of the increasingly masochistic desires Seon-ah had developed since that incident.
There were other examples too… According to the girls she had invited to her house yesterday, Seon-ah kept begging them to choke her. When they refused, she asked them to slap her breasts hard with their palms instead. The girl who reported it to me had turned bright red while speaking, so it seemed they had gone through with it.
“Haa…”
I had thought that with time, Seon-ah would find peace of mind, but that wasn’t the case at all. Instead, she seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into self-destruction…
…This can’t go on.
I wanted Seon-ah herself, not some broken doll that merely resembled her. If I had known this would happen, I never would have started Pussy Management in the first place. I should have been satisfied just watching her gradually grow lewd under my guidance, enjoying exposure… But like an idiot, I got greedy without thinking things through…
What if Seon-ah really breaks beyond repair? You can fix a broken object and keep using it, but you can’t do that with a person. If someone suffers a deep wound and can’t heal from it… they either become a wreck or they…
The moment that thought crossed my mind, a cold sweat ran down my back.
No. That absolutely cannot happen.
I can’t even imagine a life without Seon-ah by my side anymore. If she disappeared, I would die right along with her.
I hugged my trembling arms tightly to my chest. Then, from somewhere deep inside my heart, a voice spoke.
Then you shouldn’t have done it in the first place.
The self-reproach—words I couldn’t even defend against—stabbed my chest like a sharp pain. I bit down hard on my lower lip for no reason, then let out a soft sigh and pressed my forehead.
I had to resolve this situation quickly… At this rate, Seon-ah might really cause a serious incident. She was barely holding on by covering her wounds with pleasure, but if even that stopped working…
In truth, I knew the top priority was to stop her from escaping into pleasure and properly care for her wounds. But the only one who could do that was Kim Han-na.
I… couldn’t.
Because I had never truly cherished Seon-ah. I had only focused on corrupting her, making her get touched by other girls, exposing her body, and forcing her to have endless sex. Even if I tried to take care of her now, Seon-ah would only crave pleasure from me like always. After all, I was the one who had shaped her that way.
So the only thing this wicked me could do—the one thing I had to do—was bring Han-na back to Seon-ah’s side.
As I watched Seon-ah trotting after Seong Mi-na after class, I clenched my fist tightly.
***Lee Seon-ah Side
“Teacher… Please give me Pussy Education, okay?”
“No, Seon-ah, people are walking by… Calm down for a second…”
“Please pound my pussy, rub deep inside, and do the back too… Mmph.”
“Shh…! Ah, haha… It’s nothing, Vice Principal. The student is just being clingy… Yes, everything’s fine.”
I clung tightly to Mi-na, my mouth covered by her hand as I made a discontented face. Meanwhile, Mi-na awkwardly smiled and made excuses to the vice principal who was passing by us. After receiving a short lecture from the vice principal about how provocative my uniform was, I was dragged by Mi-na to the counseling room.
“Um, Seon-ah…”
“Yes?”
“Mmm…”
Mi-na looked at the floor with an extremely troubled expression before carefully opening her mouth.
“If… if something difficult is happening, would you talk to your teacher about it?”
“…There’s nothing like that.”
I quickly patched up the mask that had nearly cracked and smiled as naturally as I could. But the teacher didn’t give up easily.
“Don’t just try to hide it… okay? Sometimes just talking about it can make you feel lighter…”
“If you want to make me feel that good, then please touch my pussy a whole lot.”
I cut off her words, stood up abruptly, and lifted my skirt to thrust my bare pussy forward. The moment I revealed my twitching, aching slit because I wanted her fingers so badly, just as expected, Mi-na swallowed hard and couldn’t tear her eyes away from my pussy.
That’s right. Just like always… I just needed to get my pussy pounded by the teacher’s fingers until I came. I just had to keep cumming until my head felt like it was going to break. That was all I needed to do.
I smiled faintly, filled with anticipation for the sex that was about to happen… but as she stared at me and quietly chewed on her lip, an unexpected sentence slipped from Mi-na’s mouth.
“Then… how about we try something different today? For your Pussy Education…”
“…Yes?”
“Just a moment… Please sit down.”
She sat me back in my chair, then stood up with a flushed face. After taking a small deep breath, she slowly began to undress. The blouse she had left partially unbuttoned to reveal her deep cleavage was tossed aside, followed by the tight formal skirt that slid down past her voluptuous hips. Standing before her student wearing only black underwear, Mi-na fully displayed her sexy figure. She glanced at me, noticing how my gaze was captivated by the erotic sight, then awkwardly swayed her hips as she climbed onto the bed.
She sat facing me, spread her thighs wide, and spoke in a trembling voice that sounded almost seductive.
“This time, let’s do the opposite of usual… Would you like to feel good using teacher’s body?”