Semen Side Dish (5)
I stood there, drenched in cold sweat, both hands clasped tightly in front of me as I hung my head low.
“...So you hid in the girls’ bathroom just to avoid getting caught? Even though you knew you were today’s lunch special?”
“I-I’m sorry…”
The homeroom teacher stared at me with a stern expression before tapping my arm a few times with the wooden switch she always carried.
“This will have to earn you some demerit points, won’t it? I usually let most things slide, but this kind of incident needs to be handled properly…”
In the end, I received two demerit points right there on the spot.
…Fuck… goddamn it… this is so unfair… I was just trying to survive…
I muttered curses inside my head and squeezed my eyes shut. Just then, the chef teacher burst through the staff room door in a hurry. She crossed her arms, shot me a sharp glare, then grabbed my wrist and spoke to the homeroom teacher.
“...Then I’ll take him right away. The lunch service is already running late.”
“Yes, go ahead and take him.”
The homeroom teacher muttered what sounded like a death sentence and turned away, sitting back down at her desk. I was dragged off toward the cafeteria like a cow being led to the slaughter, stumbling along behind the chef teacher’s iron grip.
Outside the cafeteria, a huge crowd of students had formed a long line. They were growing more and more furious as the lunch they’d been waiting for refused to appear. The chef teacher huffed angrily and hauled me straight into the back of the cafeteria, planting me in front of a completely empty soup bucket.
“...Alright, no time to waste, so I’ll keep it short. From now on, you’re going to fill this entire soup bucket with your semen. Ready?”
My face turned deathly pale. I waved my hands frantically in panic.
“W-wait a second…! Th-that’s impossible… I’ll seriously die… I’ve already been milked three times today… ngh…!”
“You sure do talk a lot. A little brat who still has milk behind his ears should just do what he’s told… Shut your mouth and pull out your dick.”
The chef teacher clamped a hand over my mouth, forcibly yanked my pants down, and pulled my cock out. She frowned the moment she saw the sorry state of it—still covered in a sticky mess of Ye-ji’s saliva and precum.
“...Hey, what the hell is this? You were seriously planning to use something this filthy in cooking? Honestly, kids these days have zero sense of hygiene…”
Grumbling in clear dissatisfaction, the chef teacher dragged me over to the sink. She turned on the faucet and began scrubbing my cock with meticulous care, using her hands to clean every inch.
A strange sensation washed over me as this beautiful young teacher’s slender white fingers meticulously washed me from the tip of my glans all the way down the shaft.
“Hah… ah… ngh… khh…”
“Hold still. If you keep leaking precum while I’m washing you, what am I supposed to do…?”
She even reached behind my balls, carefully wiping every crease until everything was spotless. At one point she cupped my massive testicles in one hand, kneading them gently, then gave a satisfied nod.
“Yeah, this should be enough. There’ll be plenty left over for everyone. Alright then, I’ll be counting on you from here on out, kiddo.”
“U-ugh… khh…”
Next, the chef teacher stripped me completely naked and forced me down onto the floor. She made me assume an utterly humiliating position—like a girl about to be taken from behind—then grabbed my cock and began stroking it vigorously downward.
She’d placed a shallow round plate beneath me so my semen would collect inside it.
“Ngh… ugh… ha, hah… oooh…”
“We don’t have time, so hurry up and cum already. I’m going to milk those balls until they’re completely empty…”
With her sleeves rolled up, the chef teacher attacked my cock with the focused intensity of a warrior. Shame and pleasure made my hips twitch uncontrollably. I stuck my tongue out and panted like a dog.
“Ahh… ah… ugh… kuh…”
Every time her hand caught against the rim of my glans, an unbearable wave of electricity shot through my entire body. But no matter how long she stroked, I couldn’t reach climax. I just drooled and trembled helplessly.
The chef teacher glanced impatiently at the girls waiting in the hallway, checked her watch, and finally decided to take drastic measures.
“...This isn’t working. If you’re going to be this uncooperative, I have no choice. Wait here a moment…”
She suddenly stood up and disappeared somewhere. When she returned, she was wearing a pair of black latex gloves. The gloves were covered in various patterns of bumpy, raised nubs—from the palms all the way to the fingertips.
I couldn’t understand why such a thing would even exist in a school kitchen. The closest guess I had was that they were heavy-duty cleaning gloves, but even then, I couldn’t explain why they’d be covered in such lewd, protruding bumps.
While I stared at the gloves in terror, the chef teacher slathered them liberally with thick cooking oil. Then she smiled wickedly, stepped behind me, wrapped her arms around my body, and seized my cock in her gloved hand.
“Ughk…!! H-huk… aah…!”
The sticky, warm oil acted as lubricant while the countless nubs scraped across my hypersensitive glans. My urge to cum surged upward instantly. On top of that, her large breasts pressed firmly against my back, the soft sensation making my head spin.
This young, beautiful chef teacher—who had only recently graduated from college—leaned over me, pressing her body against mine, and whispered lewdly into my ear.
“...I’ve never seen a single man last more than a minute once I put these on… How does it feel? Doesn’t it feel good when I focus on rubbing the rim of your glans and that sensitive tendon on the underside? And every once in a while, if I rub your piss hole with my thumb like this… ufufu.”
“Aaaahk…!! Ah, agh… ah… ughk…”
The chef teacher had spent all day in the hot, humid kitchen, so her body gave off a strong, pungent scent of feminine sweat. Every time I breathed it in, my cock throbbed violently.
Th-the smell of a woman’s sweat is driving me crazy… It’s so dirty and erotic I feel like I’m losing my mind… No, I can’t… I’m gonna cum again…
Finally, I clenched both fists, my whole body shaking pitifully, and erupted violently into the plate.
Spurt! Splurt! Spluuuuurt!!
“Ugh…!! Ah…!! U-ughk…!! Hiiik… hik…”
But the chef teacher showed no mercy. Even after I came, she continued mercilessly rubbing my now-overly-sensitive glans with the textured latex gloves. No matter how much I thrashed in agony, she ignored me completely, squeezing my cock like she was wringing out a dirty rag.
Unlike most women, her grip was incredibly strong—probably from years of kitchen work. That powerful hand clamped down on my freshly spent cock, squeezing out every last drop. I felt like I was going to pass out.
“Aaaagh!! Ah, agh!! Stop, please stop!! Hic… hiik…”
“Who said you could stop? Who’s going to eat this pathetic little amount? You’re going to cum five times more than this. Understand?”
“Huuuugh… huu… b-but that’s impossible… aagh…”
“Shut up, you little brat. Just do what you’re told. Cum. Cum for me.”
Eventually she started pressing both thumbs hard into my balls, as if trying to squeeze the semen directly out of them. By the end I was half-conscious, tongue lolling out, shivering uncontrollably as I milked out semen like urine.
I no longer had the strength to make proper sounds—only weak, pathetic moans leaked from my throat.
“Ah… ah… aah… ah…”
Finally, the chef teacher had wrung me dry five times, completely filling the round plate with my semen. She quickly carried the bowl over to the serving counter, opened the cafeteria doors, and shouted.
“Sorry for the delay, everyone! Come and eat!”
The students rushed in like a flood. The girls chatted noisily as they filled their trays with rice and side dishes. When they reached the bowl of my semen, none of them looked the least bit surprised. They simply ladled generous scoops onto their trays with the serving spoon.
A few of my curly pubic hairs floated on the surface, but the girls didn’t seem to care at all. They drank it down greedily, slurping it up like it was some kind of fancy yogurt.
“Ugh… ah… aah…”
My balls had been squeezed so thoroughly that they’d shrunk to barely a third of their normal size, looking like deflated rubber balloons. I watched in utter despair as the girls happily consumed the fresh load I had just ejaculated.
This… this world is insane… I have to find some way back to my original world… If I don’t, I’m definitely going to die…
But no matter how hard I thought, no clear solution came to mind. As I sank deeper into despair, my face shadowed with gloom, the chef teacher suddenly dipped a finger into the bowl of my semen, tasted it, and licked her lips.
“...How interesting. Every man really does taste different… My ex-boyfriend’s definitely wasn’t this good.”
She shrugged, then turned to me with a bright smile.
“Good work. Now go eat something yourself. You need to eat well to stay healthy.”
“I-I’ll pass…”
I glanced at the leftover semen still in the bowl and muttered quietly. After that, I left the cafeteria and trudged wearily back toward the classroom. I was so exhausted I felt like I couldn’t do anything else.
Right at that moment—
“...Kim Yejun. Hyun-ah told me to bring you over for a bit.”
A familiar low voice called out to me. I turned around in surprise. Sure enough, it was Hae-min—the same delinquent bitch who had complained yesterday that her freshly waxed pussy hurt and demanded I cover it with my semen.
A terrible sense of foreboding made me tremble. Reluctantly, I followed behind Hae-min as she led me toward the back wall behind the academy building.