A Return to Daily Life
"Seon-ah, good morning!"
"Ah, yeah… Good morning…."
A few days had passed since the sudden announcement that Eun-jung and Han-na were temporarily suspending The Test. I thought the ordeal that had been tormenting me would finally stop and I could return to normal life, but….
"Haah…."
I set my bag down with a sigh. The absence of the beaded thong that constantly rubbed the inside of my pussy folds left me feeling strangely hollow. And when I sat in my chair, my pussy and ass would press directly against the cool surface, giving me that thrilling, exposed sensation—like I was sitting there without panties in public. But now, wearing ordinary cotton panties and a skirt, all I felt was the hard, unyielding texture of the chair.
"…."
There was another change. The girls in my class had stopped performing Pussy Management on me. I don’t know how Eun-jung convinced them, but they only watched me from a distance now. No one approached. By this time of day I would usually have been dragged into the bathroom, servicing two or three of them at once—kissed senseless inside a stall, breasts kneaded, pussy stroked and examined. Once they confirmed I could still climax properly, the next girl would take her turn, pinning me against the wall….
Afterward I would change into the tiny exposure uniform, return to class, and greet everyone by lifting my skirt to show my dripping-wet beaded thong and glistening pussy, begging them to take good care of my pussy today too….
"…Seon-ah. Are you okay? Why are you just sitting there spacing out?"
"Huh? Oh… it’s nothing…."
Maybe my silent daze had worried her, because my desk partner Min-ji shook my shoulder. Min-ji—the sweet friend who used to gently stroke my needy pussy every class. Hoping she might do it again, I swallowed hard and parted my thighs just a little. But she only checked that I was fine before coldly turning away.
…For some reason, it hurt. Even though it was only natural for my classmates to stop touching my pussy, the lack of it left me wounded. Like a bitch who no longer received her owner’s attention….
No. I had decided to train my own pussy from now on. So if no one would touch it, I would just have to do it myself.
I glanced around, slipped my index finger into my mouth, and coated it thoroughly with saliva. Then I snuck it under my skirt….
"Haaah…."
The sensation of fingers after so long. Even though it brought no real pleasure, the simple act of stroking my inner walls brought a strange calm to my mind. Slowly, unhurriedly, I traced the bumpy ridges of my pussy while my other hand pulled out my textbook, preparing for class.
…It wasn’t enough.
"If we take the value derived from this formula and substitute it back in here…."
Far from enough.
I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, sucked them clean with wet sounds, then slipped them back under my skirt. I hooked my panties aside and pushed them one by one into my entrance.
"Huuu…."
There was a slight pain from my pussy that hadn’t been properly loosened, but pain like that meant nothing to me now. At first I had only wanted the fullness of something filling me… but the decisive absence of the pleasure that always came with penetration left me even thirstier.
I moved my fingers faster, making soft, wet squelching noises, but the pleasure still wouldn’t rise. Was my pussy really so spoiled that it wouldn’t feel anything from my own hand? Why couldn’t I feel it when I touched myself? It was the same thing, wasn’t it? What was the difference between my friends touching my pussy and me touching it?
Having lost my mind, I began thrusting my fingers harder, stabbing deep into my pussy again and again. The feeling that I was still wearing an invisible chastity belt was slowly driving me insane.
"Haah, haah… haah…."
"Problems of this type can be solved like the example I just showed… Huh? What’s that sound?"
Normally when someone fingered me this hard I would have cum already. Thrusting all the way to the root, slapping my clit, rubbing my inner walls until they unfolded—wouldn’t that make me climax instantly? So please… just once more….
"S-Seon-ah…."
"…?"
Min-ji’s hand tapped my shoulder, snapping me back to reality.
"…Ah."
When I lifted my head, the entire class—and the teacher—were staring at me. Shocked by the unexpected scene, I froze with my fingers still buried inside my pussy.
"……Um, Seon-ah?"
"Y-yes!"
"…Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, it’s not that…."
The teacher’s wavering gaze stayed on me. …I had definitely been caught. Masturbating under the desk during class instead of studying….
"Uh… Do you need to visit the infirmary?"
"Ah, no… I’m fine…. Sorry."
"Ahem… Then I’ll continue the lesson. Everyone, eyes back on the board, please."
"…."
The teacher awkwardly smoothed her long straight hair, clapped her hands, and resumed the class. …I wanted to die. I pressed my forehead against the desk and gently chewed on my fingers with my pussy. I hadn’t even been able to cum, and now everyone—including the teacher—saw me as the weird girl who masturbated during class. The other students knew my situation to some extent, so maybe it was fine… but what about the teacher? She seemed kind and quiet; she probably wouldn’t spread rumors. Should I follow her after class and clear up the misunderstanding? Tell her it wasn’t just masturbation—that my body kept building up desire and I couldn’t help it….
Maybe she would forgive me. Or maybe… she would even touch my pussy for me? She was kind, after all. And she had a duty to look after students. If she could stroke the other girls, surely she could stroke a student’s frustrated pussy too? If she did… what would it feel like to have those long, slender fingers that held the chalk gently caress my burning, needy pussy? Scolding me in a whisper for being a naughty bitch who masturbated in class, then thoroughly disciplining me….
"Hngh…."
In the end I couldn’t hold back. I started thrusting my fingers into my pussy again.
"Haaaa…."
…I never managed to say anything. The teacher had glanced at me several times before leaving the classroom, but I couldn’t gather the courage to follow her. What would I even say? No matter how you looked at it, asking a teacher to touch your pussy was crossing the line. Why had I even thought that? It really felt like my mind was breaking.
"…Seon-ah, what’s wrong? Are you feeling that bad?"
"I’m fine…."
I wasn’t fine. But if you lent me your fingers, I might be. …That was what I wanted to say. I forced a smile and shook my head vigorously.
"Next period is music class, so… you need to get there on time, okay?"
"…."
Right. Music class. The class taught by Han Soo-hee—the woman who had raped me. She was the kind of woman who blackmailed me, kissed me, and violated me whenever she wanted, regardless of how I felt… so she would probably do it again today. It wasn’t that I particularly enjoyed doing lewd things with her, but… maybe it was okay to use her a little? Like a masturbation tool….
Yes. A tool. I wasn’t going to be raped—I was going to get masturbated. So… I just had to endure until music class ended. Then I could finally get relief. With that thought in mind, I checked the clock on the wall. …There was still some time left. I glanced around discreetly, then slipped my hand into my panties.
"What the hell are you talking about…?"
"…What do you mean, what? I’m telling you to go back. I’m giving you time to study, aren’t I?"
When music class ended, I followed Han Soo-hee to the Music Preparation Room like always. …What I heard there was that she would leave me alone for a while so I could focus on studying.
"Y-you’re not that kind of woman…! If you suddenly pretend to be nice, you think I’ll forgive you? Just be honest and say you want to rape me!"
"Isn’t it better if I keep my hands off you? Why are you reacting like that?"
"…Ugh."
I argued back in disbelief, but Han Soo-hee only gave me a puzzled, slightly questioning look.
"Hmm…."
"What? What is it?"
She looked me up and down, let out a small chuckle, then strode toward me.
"Ouch…!"
Grabbing both my shoulders firmly, Han Soo-hee began pushing me backward. I pretended to resist, slowly retreating until my back thudded against the wall.
…It was finally starting.
"If you’re going to do it, h-hurry up. I have another class after this…."
I swallowed the saliva that had pooled in my mouth and subtly pushed my pussy forward. That large, calloused hand would soon stroke my pussy, rub every ridge inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hide my pounding anticipation—when suddenly I felt a hand sliding over my panties, stroking my crotch.
"Hngh…."
"…As expected, you’re soaked, aren’t you?"
Han Soo-hee’s husky, amused voice brushed against my ear.
"Acting like you hate it, yet your pussy is this wet… You actually want me to fuck you, don’t you?"
"Hngh, haaang…."
Just the hand stroking my pussy over my panties sent sharp sparks of pleasure through me, and a moan slipped out naturally.
"I knew it from the first time in that public restroom. It was impossible not to notice. The way you were tied up naked on the toilet, dripping pussy juice everywhere… begging a stranger to fuck your whole body like the pervert you are."
"Hic, n-no I’m not…."
"…You’re not?"
Han Soo-hee laughed lowly in that husky voice and gave my pussy a few light slaps with her palm. Instead of sharp smacks, the sounds were wet and sloppy—splattering against the drenched fabric.
"Then what’s this?"
"…."
"You get this wet just from being touched over your panties… Deep down you’re hoping I’ll thrust my fingers into this pussy, suck on those huge, lewd tits of yours…."
It was ridiculous—she was a rapist, and here I was, supposedly hoping for it—yet I couldn’t deny her words. Because the current me had walked here on my own two feet, craving the pleasure Han Soo-hee gave me. I had become a bitch in heat who couldn’t control her body if her pussy went untouched for even a single day.
"But… I guess I can’t after all."
"……Huh?"
Han Soo-hee peeled her body away from mine and slowly stepped back.
"I do want to fuck you right now, but there are circumstances. I’m busy, so hurry up and leave."
With those words, I was chased out of the Music Preparation Room. My panties were soaked through with arousal.
"…."
Left alone in the music room, I let out a small sigh and trudged back to the classroom.
…I really wanted my pussy touched. All she did was tease me. What the hell is this…?