Suspension of the Test
“Mmm…♡ Ngh, huuu…♡”
Every time my fingers plunged in and out of her pussy with wet, filthy squelches, Han-na’s hips—lifted high into the air—shuddered violently. Her widely spread thighs tensed until the muscles stood out in sharp relief. The inner walls gripping my fingers tightened with greedy, elastic squeezes, but her soaking-wet folds, drenched in slippery nectar, refused to let me slow down. Instead they clung even harder, writhing and pulsing as they chased ever stronger pleasure.
“Does it feel good, Han-na? Do you like my fingers…?”
“Aahhnn… hngh, yes, mmm…♡ It feels—feels so gooood―♡”
The same Han-na who had always shown me only her strong, unshakable side was now falling apart beneath me, completely disheveled. I was mercilessly painting over her virgin pussy—something no one else had ever touched—with the colors of my own lust. Just knowing that sent dizzying waves of arousal surging through my mind.
“Your pussy tastes incredible too…. It’s so slick and it keeps sucking me in. So incredibly lewd…♡”
“Hngh, hyaaah―♡”
Overwhelmed by excitement, I ended up tormenting her with the kind of mischievous words I would never normally say. Even while thinking I shouldn’t, the way her pussy clenched tight around my fingers every time I teased her was just too adorable….
“I never knew you were such a perverted girl, Han-na. I’m a little disappointed.”
“N-nooo…♡ That’s not—ah, haaaahhh―――♡”
Just like she had done to me earlier, I hooked two fingers and rapidly stroked the ridged, sensitive roof of her pussy where all her sweet spots gathered. Han-na’s back arched sharply off the bed as her narrow entrance clamped down hard, squirting clear love juice in rhythmic spurts.
Watching her thrash through her very first orgasm, eyes wide and beautiful face contorted in ecstasy, felt impossibly erotic and breathtakingly lovely.
“Really? Still going to say you’re not a lewd girl? You’re such a liar, Han-na…♡”
“Huu, huuu… huuuu―♡”
While I kept teasing her with those wicked words, I gently brushed the sweat-dampened golden strands from her cheek with my lips and gradually slowed the pace of my fingers on her g-spot. Her ragged breathing slowly began to calm.
Seeing the relieved expression on her face as she panted softly, I wanted to torment her a little more… but it probably wasn’t good to overstimulate a pussy that had only just lost its virginity.
Of course, on the day I had given her my own virginity, I had been violently fucked by a forearm-thick dildo until my bitch pussy went numb. I had climaxed so many times I nearly lost my mind, then had to walk home with my lips painted in a thick coat of my own juices. But that had only been possible because it was me. For an ordinary girl like Han-na, even this level of stimulation must have felt overwhelmingly intense.
With that thought in mind, I prepared to withdraw my fingers from her pussy. But Han-na, who had been lying limp on the bed, suddenly wrapped her right arm tightly around my neck and brought her lips close to my ear.
“W-what is it, Han-na…?”
“I only do this for you… only ever for you….”
She cut off my question, her voice slipping into my ear along with a hot breath.
“…So it’s not lewd.”
“…”
With those final words, she released my neck. Seeing her face flushed crimson as she shyly turned her head away, my breath grew rough, my heart pounded violently, and I felt fresh strength rush into the fingers still buried inside her.
It looked like I wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.
After we both thoroughly enjoyed that reconciliatory sex, our broken relationship returned to normal the very next day. Still, a few things remained unchanged: the amount of time Han-na spent devouring my body grew much longer, as if she were releasing all the desire she had held back; she occasionally asked me to penetrate her pussy now that her virginity was gone; Eun-jung’s attitude toward me stayed cautiously gentle; and the class-wide “Service Time” during CA hours continued.
But even those things didn’t last long.
A few days later, the exam period began, and just as Han-na had warned, all sexual contact with me was completely forbidden.
“…So, you understand, right?”
“…”
“Why do you look like that? Maybe you…”
“Ah, no, I’m fine. Thanks for worrying about me. …Of course I’ll study.”
That evening, after receiving the news, I lay nestled in Han-na’s warm embrace on the bed and forced a smile for her. According to Han-na, suspending the “Test” this time carried several intentions. First, the same academic reasons as during midterms. I agreed with that. I had completely abandoned studying for midterms, so I knew I had to do it properly this time.
Although things had improved since reconciling with Han-na, it was still difficult to focus on exam preparation while having pussy sex every single day. There was also the plan to observe me briefly before the final “Test” verdict that would come after finals. I remembered her explaining this the day she had visited my house.
She talked about evaluating me and so on, but judging from how gentle both Han-na and Eun-jung were being, it seemed the “Test” I had struggled so hard to escape would naturally be considered passed. For me, who had been preparing to return to a normal daily life, this was a welcome development.
…At least in theory.
“Hehe…. What are you doing? That tickles…”
I hugged Han-na’s waist tightly and buried my face even deeper into her chest. So I would have to go without this warmth for a while? We had only just reconciled. We had only just started smiling at each other again while having as much sex as we wanted.
No, it wasn’t even a matter of “a while.” Once finals ended and the “Test” results were announced, if I was allowed to remain their friend, the girls would lose any justification for touching me. Since the pussy management had been part of the “Test,” once it ended, Eun-jung would keep her original promise and somehow take care of everything. The Service Time during CA hours had also been an extension of that management, so the same applied.
In the end, it meant that from tomorrow onward, even if I went into heat, I would have to masturbate alone.
Even though I couldn’t feel any pleasure from masturbating by myself.
“Seon-ah, would you like a kiss?”
“…Huh?”
When I looked up at Han-na’s sudden suggestion, I saw black eyes that seemed to pierce straight through my heart. Relief at the thought that the “Test” would end and normal life would return—contradictorily mixed with regret that I would no longer be touched by the girls. And beneath it all, fear of the pleasure-less days ahead. Yet Han-na gazed down at me with eyes that seemed to say she believed I could endure it anyway.
I quietly looked back at her, then whispered, “…Kiss me.”
At my pleading words, I softly pressed my lips to her warm ones. As our mouths moved together in a gentle kiss, I thought to myself: I had already awakened every inch of my body to pleasure, so I wasn’t sure how well I could endure the future. But if I had Han-na’s encouragement, maybe I could manage.
And so, starting the very next day, a “Test”-free, “normal” daily life began.
“Good morning.”
“Ah, good morning, Seon-ah. You’re early today?”
“Ahem…. From now on, I’m going to study hard for the exams.”
I arrived at the academy, spent time chatting normally with Min-ji, and when classes started—
“This part will definitely appear on the final exam, so write it down carefully…. Applying it can be tricky, though…”
—I took diligent notes of everything the teacher wrote on the board.
“Han-na, what’s for lunch today?”
“…Stir-fried sausage and vegetables.”
“Want to go out for lunch…?”
“Cha Eun-jung, you’re just going to suggest somewhere expensive again.”
During lunch I ate with Eun-jung and Han-na, and when the sun set—
“Study hard and get home safely…!”
“Yeah. See you tomorrow, Eun-jung!”
—I returned home, spread out my textbooks and notebooks, and studied for the exams.
A truly ordinary routine. Yes, it should have been ordinary.
“…”
I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the open book. After several minutes of gazing at the same page, I finally gave in and slipped my hand inside my shorts. Pushing past the soft cotton panties, I found a pussy already hot and slick. A pussy that no one had touched today and wouldn’t touch tomorrow.
…Maybe I could masturbate for just a little bit before studying?
No. It hadn’t even been a full day since I last touched myself—what was I thinking? I had decided to adapt to this kind of life.
Snapping back to my senses, I quickly pulled my hand out of my pants, picked up my pen again, and tried to focus on studying.
“Haa…”
That day alone, the number of times I dazedly slipped my hand into my panties exceeded seven. From the next day onward, those blank, unfocused moments only increased. Just like during the midterms, the withdrawal symptoms of pleasure addiction were slowly beginning to surface.