One Trivial Egg for a Friend? That's Fine, Isn't It?
Chuu, chu… chuuu♡
Eun-jung swept back her fallen straight hair with one hand, tucking it neatly behind her ear, and began planting soft, deliberate kisses across the skin above my uterus. Her long lashes were lowered, her expression pure and careful as she pressed her lips to me. The sight was so tender it looked exactly like someone kissing the person they loved.
“Huu, uht, uuht…♡”
Gentle as it was, the act was clearly meant to force me into climax. The stimulation rose slowly yet relentlessly. Still, it was a mercy compared to the way she had been crushing my uterus like a button with her finger only moments ago, wringing orgasms out of me by force. This time it felt different—every time her lips met my lower belly, they lifted away with a wet chu, sending a light vibration through my skin and a faint, tingling electric current that sank deep inside me.
Because the stimulation was so much milder, the rigid tension in my body gradually began to melt.
“Chuu, chu…. Seon-ah’s cute little belly twitches and jumps every time I kiss it. It’s unbelievably adorable…♡”
The more Eun-jung gazed at my lower abdomen with loving eyes and covered it in kiss after kiss, the softer and more pliant my uterus became, like a maiden falling in love. It flushed with heat, melted, and I could feel my cervix trembling deep inside my pussy, as though it too wanted to be kissed.
After being so easily subdued by a single finger, my once-proud uterus had seen its lofty dignity completely shattered. Now even these light kisses were enough to make it surrender in affection to Eun-jung. It quivered with gratitude, as if thanking her for bestowing kisses upon such an insolent, unworthy womb.
“Huaa, ah…. Haang…, ahng♡”
What had begun as faint, hazy whimpers soon turned into hot, breathy moans that spilled from my slackened lips like cries of ecstasy.
Beyond my intermittently whitening vision, I saw Eun-jung looking up at me with a satisfied smile. I had assumed the kisses would be nothing serious simply because the initial stimulation was gentle—an enormous miscalculation that failed to account for how pathetically weak my uterus truly was.
The pleasure of my womb genuinely climaxing from within after surrendering to Eun-jung’s continuous affection was incomparably better than any forced orgasm brought about by external pressure. My uterus, now completely ensnared by her plan, was no longer a baby’s room. It had become nothing more and nothing less than a pleasure organ that existed solely to generate ecstasy for Eun-jung.
Yet she was not satisfied with merely corrupting my womb. She slowly shifted the target of her smacking lips to the side. Pressing them firmly against the space between my uterus and pelvic bone—right where my ovaries lay—Eun-jung gently bit the skin and sucked with wet, rhythmic chuu, chuu sounds. Only after leaving a vivid red mark did she lift her mouth and move to the opposite side. I watched in a daze as she placed another kiss mark on my other ovary.
…What is she planning?
The moment I wondered that, Eun-jung gripped my pelvis with both hands and positioned her thumb vertically over the fresh kiss mark. I instantly understood what she intended.
“Ah, no――――――!!”
The instant I opened my mouth to stop her, Eun-jung leaned in with her weight and pressed down hard. She crushed the hidden cluster of eggs that allowed me to exist as a woman, grinding them as if she meant to flatten them completely, twisting her thumb in slow, deliberate circles.
The violent sensation of my most precious place being destroyed flooded me with raw terror. At the same time, a masochistic pleasure far darker and sweeter than anything before exploded through me—the more broken I became, the more joy I felt.
Even with my limbs pinned by my friends, my body shook so violently the desk rattled. My pussy spasmed like a broken faucet, spraying thin streams of love juice with wet, obscene sounds. The pleasure rippling through my nerves forcibly awakened every erogenous zone in my body, training my already hypersensitive form even further.
“Seon-ah…. I want your eggs so badly…. Can’t you give me just one? If you do, I’ll stop this right now♡”
Even as Eun-jung’s sweet whisper reached my ears, my jaw trembled uncontrollably and drool spilled from my lips. Still I shook my head desperately, refusing her.
“It’s just an egg. You have so many tucked away in that tiny pouch of yours. So for the sake of your precious friend… isn’t it okay to give me one?”
No. That couldn’t be right. Even if not right now, those eggs might one day become half of my precious child. No matter how much she threatened me, friend or not, I could never hand them over.
“…♡”
But my foolish ovaries, as if persuaded by her words, began to twitch and tremble even while being crushed, as though they wanted to offer her an egg. My already-conquered womb no longer tried to stop the precious seed from leaking. Instead it squeezed its heated, round body tight, urging its owner to present the egg quickly.
“Come on, hurry…♡ Hurry♡”
“Huu, ngh, huuung, auuung…♡”
Even as my consciousness flickered in and out from the overwhelming pleasure, I clenched my teeth and desperately tried to close my pussy, resisting with everything I had.
But…
“Huu, Seon-ah?”
That single sticky whisper in my ear shattered the last sliver of reason holding me together.
I looked down at Seon-ah, sprawled unconscious across the desk, and let out a small sigh.
“Honestly…. After giving me everything already, getting stubborn over something like this.”
The way she had clenched her teeth and held out only made me want to bully her even more. Still, the line about wanting to get pregnant had slipped out unconsciously, yet it had worked far better than I expected. Did Seon-ah secretly want to impregnate me too?
I gently stroked her lower belly, now faintly bruised from how hard I had pressed, then brought my face close to her still-twitching, convulsing pussy.
“Haaauuu…”
I pushed my tongue deep into her steaming entrance and scooped up a generous amount of the fresh love juice pooled inside.
“Heup, haum…. Uung…♡ It tashtes sho good♡”
It was a little thin after she had been spurting so much, but when I reminded myself this was the fluid Seon-ah had released during her very first ovary orgasm under my hand—when I remembered it was the love juice she had sprayed while offering me her precious egg—it tasted sweeter and more intoxicating than any expensive wine I had ever drunk.
“Ah, hehe…. Aum… gulp♡”
In front of my friends’ openly envious stares, I deliberately opened my mouth wide, showing off the precious fluid as I rolled it across my tongue. Then I slowly divided it and let it slide down my throat little by little.
“Huuuu…”
The lewd flavor lingering on my tongue and the rich thickness that caught in my throat made my whole body shiver. A far stronger thirst surged through me immediately afterward, but after glancing at the slightly ajar classroom door, I reluctantly decided to stop here.
“Girls. Dress Seon-ah again.”
My friends made deeply dissatisfied faces at the order, but not one of them dared defy me and keep touching her body. Of course they wouldn’t. It wasn’t simply because of my family’s wealth. The only reason they could devour Seon-ah like this was thanks to me.
Without me, they would still be gazing up at her as ‘everyone’s prince,’ secretly masturbating while knowing nothing. They had no idea she was actually this lewd, vulgar girl—that she looked far more fitting pinned beneath a cute girl’s pussy than astride a proud white horse. That she was truly ‘everyone’s prince’ in the fullest sense.
I waited until the now-dressed Seon-ah was laid down as if being embraced by her deskmate, then hurried back to my seat with quick steps.
Soon afterward the classroom door rattled open.
“Ahem…. S-Sorry I’m a little late?”
There stood our homeroom teacher, Seong Mi-na, her face flushed bright red.
“I was busy with something for a moment…. Shall we extend the lesson a bit to make up for lost time?”
The girls knew it was a joke but still booed and jeered at her. Seong Mi-na looked relieved, as if she had successfully fooled them. But I knew the truth.
Far from arriving late, our teacher—who had actually gotten here a little early—had been peeking through the gap in the front door, secretly watching her own student experience a uterus orgasm. If I hadn’t caught that faint creaking sound, I might have missed it. I was lucky.
After her surprisingly cooperative attitude when Seon-ah had been masturbating openly during midterms, the suspicious “counseling” session afterward, and now this act of voyeurism, I opened my textbook with pleasant anticipation while pondering how best to draw Seong Mi-na into our side.