Pussy Education
I tried my hardest to swallow my emotions, then snapped at the teacher in a sharp voice.
“If you’re a teacher, shouldn’t you be helping manage your student’s condition too?”
“So instead of pretending you have nothing to do with this, you should obviously be taking care of my pussy…!”
Faced with my perfectly logical argument, the teacher seemed at a loss for words. Her mouth hung slightly open as she simply stared at me. But then her eyebrows suddenly furrowed.
“Seon-ah, you…!”
She shot up from the sofa and began scolding me at the top of her lungs.
“You’re making things difficult for your teacher again…! Be honest. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You like seeing me look troubled like this?”
“N-no, that’s not it!”
“Like hell it isn’t…!”
“Kyaaak!”
The teacher grabbed my arm, dragged me over to the bed, and forced me to brace my hands against it while sticking my ass out. Since words weren’t working, was she going to spank me now?
But what the teacher did next completely shattered my expectations.
“This is what you wanted, right? For me to… t-touch your p-pussy?”
Instead of slapping my ass, her hand grabbed the hem of my skirt and yanked it up over my waist in one swift motion.
“Fine. I’ll take care of this naughty little p… pussy… Huh?”
“…?”
With my skirt hiked up, the teacher suddenly fell silent. I glanced back over my shoulder and immediately understood why.
“P-panties… When did you…”
“…I changed into them earlier.”
Now that the skirt was lifted, the string panties I was wearing were completely exposed, along with my ass and pussy. The thin string dug deep between my cheeks, running straight through my slit all the way up to my waist. It was the kind of vulgar underwear that practically screamed “fuck me” to anyone who saw it.
“Don’t tell me you wear things like this all the time?”
“…Yes.”
In the large eyes staring at me, I could see surprise… and a faint trace of contempt. There was no helping the teacher’s reaction. After all, I was only wearing this because of that perverted Test. But any girl who wore string panties like this on a daily basis had to be the lowest of the low. The kind of slut who wore them so she could offer her pussy to anyone, anytime.
“…Do you get off on showing this to just anyone?”
“Th-that’s not it…”
“Then what’s this?”
“Hngh…!”
The teacher lightly touched my pussy, then pulled her finger away and held it right in front of my eyes. The glistening drop trembling on her fingertip was obvious to anyone.
“This is what comes out when you’re feeling it… isn’t it?”
It was proof that I was getting aroused while showing off such a shameless sight. I had acted so confident earlier, cornering the teacher, yet here I was—getting wet just from having my pussy exposed without any real pussy management. The teacher’s voice carried a tone that seemed to ask who was scolding whom. My face burned with heat as an intense wave of shame flooded my mind.
And right after that, a sticky, slippery pleasure spread through my entire body. I felt more love juice leaking from my pussy… pooling along the string that split my folds.
“Th-this isn’t love juice, it’s sweat… Ahk…!”
I tried desperately to make an excuse, but a loud slap rang out as burning pain exploded across my ass. Had I… just been spanked?
“This naughty little liar of a pussy…”
“Ungh…!”
“I think your teacher needs to give you some proper education.”
The teacher gently stroked the ass she had just slapped. On the surface it looked like she was soothing me, but the strange heat in her voice filled me with a faint sense of dread.
“You said your pussy feels too much and it’s making you suffer, right…?”
“…Yes.”
“Then every time your pussy feels good, I’ll spank your ass so it learns that it’s doing something wrong.”
Her hand squeezed my ass so tightly it felt like it might burst.
“Let’s fix this bad habit of yours.”
“Ah, haaang…!”
Then her finger pushed the string of my panties aside and slowly, ever so slowly, began to push into my pussy. My slick walls, soaked with sticky nectar and tightly clenched, were forcibly spread open.
“Haa, ah…”
The finger that seemed like it would keep pushing forever finally stopped. My pussy welcomed the intruder by greedily sucking and chewing on the digit, as if trying to imprint the shape of the teacher’s finger into my mind once more.
“Haa… haa…”
Along with that came the rough breathing—whether it was the teacher’s or mine, I couldn’t tell—that filled the counseling room. The feeling of the bedsheet clenched tightly in both my hands. My legs trembling yet desperately trying to support my weight against the floor. The rising temperature of the counseling room. The faint lemon scent of the air freshener. The low humming of the refrigerator motor in the background…
By the time all of these sensations had completely filled my head while my pussy was clamped around the teacher’s finger—
“Ahng, hah, haaah…!”
The finger that had been still finally began to move. It was truly clumsy—just straight in-and-out piston movements. Compared to the way my friends usually touched my pussy, this was nothing… So why did it feel so intense?
I hated it. I was supposed to be receiving education so I wouldn’t feel with my pussy, yet if I reacted like this from the very beginning, what would the teacher think? I had to endure… But the more I told myself I shouldn’t feel it with my pussy, the more my attention focused there, and the more sensitive I became. I was turning into a stupid pussy that twitched and rejoiced at the slightest movement.
“Haaah, huung… huuung♡”
With my mind completely blank, I could only twitch my hips mindlessly as I drowned in the pleasure rising from my pussy. The teacher’s clumsy, truly awkward movements that had been simply sliding in and out of me began to change little by little.
Perhaps she had noticed that my pussy got happier whenever the walls were rubbed, because the finger that had been moving straight began to slowly curl. The tip started clumsily stroking my inner folds, while the knuckle bent slightly, pressing and rubbing against my walls with its sharp edge. I could feel my melted, burning pussy slowly reshaping itself to match the curve of her finger. It was becoming a custom-made pussy just for the teacher.
And as that happened, the pleasure I felt from the teacher’s finger grew stronger…
“Hngh, haang, aahng♡”
Even though I tried not to feel it with my pussy, it kept drooling love juice nonstop, sucking greedily on the teacher’s finger as if it were delicious. Then, the moment her knuckle pressed firmly against the crooked cluster of ridges that formed my G-spot—
“Haaauuung…!!”
My vision flashed pure white as my pussy squirted love juice with wet spurts and I came hard. Even though I had climaxed so quickly from such pathetic technique, the tingling sensation that filled my head refused to fade, as if I had been edged for a long time before finally breaking.
While I was still dazed, savoring the lingering afterglow of my orgasm and panting heavily, a sharp slap rang out.
“Ahng…!”
Suddenly, the teacher’s palm struck my ass. Because her hand was soaked with my juices, the sound came out wet and sharp, echoing loudly. It was the kind of wet sound that seemed to announce to anyone listening that I had just cum with my pussy…
The blatant, vulgar sound combined with the teacher’s strangely amused voice saying, “Seon-ah, you’re supposed to be careful not to feel it with your pussy, remember…?” made shame surge through me. My face turned bright red.
“Ungh… I don’t like it, I don’t like it…”
I desperately squirmed, trying to escape the teacher’s finger, but with my upper body already half-collapsed onto the bed and my legs still trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm, it was impossible. My tiny act of resistance was instantly neutralized when the teacher pressed my waist firmly down onto the bed. Right after that—
“Ah, huung…!”
Her long, slender finger began plunging in and out of my pussy again with wet, obscene sounds. This time the finger moved with a bit more confidence, slowly exploring all the places that made me feel good. It rubbed against every crooked fold and every corner of my inner walls. She kept making my pussy feel better and better while asking me to tell her all my weak points.
I buried my face in the bed, shaking my head desperately to fight the pleasure, but my stupid pussy couldn’t resist the cruel temptation. Instead of holding back, it clenched tightly around her finger and spilled every secret. No—it was actively begging to be touched there, sucking greedily on her finger and guiding it deeper and deeper inside.
“Ah, aah, aaahng♡ Haaang♡”
With my vision blurred by tears, I stared blankly at one wall of the counseling room. My large breasts were crushed against the bed, my hands gripped the sheets tightly, and I kept my ass pushed out toward the teacher. My pussy was thoroughly played with by her fingers, the tingling pleasure scrambling my brain into a complete mess. I would tremble and cum, then get spanked on my ass with a palm soaked in my own juices. The teacher kept scolding me, saying that if my pussy kept cumming like this she would have to punish it even harder, but my idiot pussy showed no sign of learning. Instead, it kept tightening greedily around her, practically begging for the next lesson.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
The teacher must have grown tired of my insatiable pussy. Her face was flushed bright red as she panted heavily, staring intently at my pussy as it twitched and sucked on her fingers. Then she wrapped one arm tightly around my waist, covering my half-collapsed body from behind—
Knock knock—
“…!”
We had been completely absorbed in the pussy education when the sudden knock froze us both in place. The teacher must have seen my desperate glance, because she nodded to reassure me that the door was locked. Since we stayed perfectly still and held our breath, the person outside eventually gave up and left. The room grew quiet again.
“Haa…”
The teacher and I let out deep sighs of relief at almost the exact same time. Phew… That was way too close.
The tension that had locked up my body finally began to ease. That was when the teacher leaned down, pressed her lips to my ear, and whispered softly.
“Looks like the person outside is gone now… Shall we continue your pussy education?”
“…”
My pussy clenched tightly as I gave a small nod. It wasn’t that I wanted to feel more. It was just that if my pussy became less sensitive, it would definitely help with the Test… That’s why…
“Haaang♡”