Penis Toothbrush (4)
The rest of lunch passed without any major incidents. The real problem started right after.
“Ugh, my mouth feels gross. I’m gonna borrow that dick for a sec~”
“Hey, I’m next in line. Go wait at the back.”
“Fuck, hurry up and cum already. Do you even know how many people are waiting back here?”
It wasn’t just the girls from our class. Girls from the neighboring class had formed a line around my desk too, all waiting to brush their teeth after eating. They chattered noisily while fixing their makeup in mirrors or curling their hair with straighteners, killing time until their turn.
This was the first time in my life so many girls were waiting just for me, and the pressure alone made it hard to breathe. Pinned against the wall with my dick out, I had no choice but to endure their sharp, hungry stares while desperately trying to cum.
Shit… fuck… this is already my who-knows-how-many-th load today. There’s no way it’s coming out that easily…! Nghhh…
Of course, at the center of it all was my desk partner, Hyun-ah. She acted like my cock was her personal property, proudly showing off in front of her friends as she stroked me off with practiced skill.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap…
Hyun-ah’s hand moved nonstop, pumping my shaft back and forth while catching every thick spurt of semen in her palm and feeding it to her friends.
“Ugh…!! Kgh… Haa, haaah…!! Oghhh…”
“There it is. Here, take this. Next~”
The girls cupped the semen under their chins like it was precious, carefully pouring it into their mouths before gargling with loud, wet gurgle gurgle sounds. I barely had time to feel the full rush of climax before I was forced to keep refilling them like some kind of endless dispenser.
“Haa, haa, haaaah…!! Aghhh… I-I’m at my limit… it hurts…”
“…Huh? What the hell~ What are you doing standing there? What’s going on? Why is everyone lined up?”
Just then, Hae-min and Hyeon-sol showed up wearing their uniforms with the buttons sloppily undone. They waved lazily and greeted Hyun-ah.
Hyun-ah shrugged, then gently stroked my hair as she answered.
“A lot of people wanted to rinse their mouths after lunch using my desk mate. I’ve been handing it out for them.”
“Ohhh, for real? You’re not doing your usual post-meal smoke?”
Luckily, it seemed Hyeon-sol and Hae-min were far more interested in sneaking off to smoke behind the academy wall than in brushing their teeth. Hyun-ah hesitated, clearly tempted, then clicked her tongue in thought before nodding.
“Fine, let’s do that. Should I bring my desk mate along for the smoke break?”
She draped her arm heavily over my shoulder and leaned in, pressing her large chest firmly against me. A sweet, feminine perfume wafted up from her neck.
“Hngh… Khh…”
“Ehh~ But we wanted to use him too… That’s so unfair~”
The moment it looked like Hyun-ah was going to take me away, the girls who had been patiently waiting in line started grumbling in dissatisfaction. They didn’t dare openly snap at her, but the complaints still bubbled up from everywhere. Hyun-ah crossed her arms, looking annoyed as she bit her lip.
I was stuck in the middle, growing more anxious by the second, when suddenly Class President Min-ha appeared out of nowhere.
“…Hey, Kim Yejun. The homeroom teacher wants to see you.”
“Ugh, what the hell~ We haven’t even gotten our turn yet! Booo~”
Min-ha ignored her complaining friends, grabbed my wrist, and strode off without hesitation. As I awkwardly followed her and glanced back, I saw Hyun-ah glaring at me with an extremely displeased pout, lips pushed out in a sulk.
“…Let’s just go smoke, Hyun-ah. We can bully that little shit later~”
Hyeon-sol laughed as she tried to soothe her. That was the last thing I saw before the classroom door slammed shut behind us with a loud bang.
I followed Min-ha through the noisy hallway where girls were wandering around in slippers, then climbed all the way up to the top floor where the relatively quiet teachers’ office was located.
But just as we reached the stairs right in front of the office, Min-ha—who had been silently walking ahead the whole time—suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. She spun around to face me.
I flinched in surprise and stared back at her.
“W-why… why did you stop…? You said the teacher called for me…”
“The teacher left early today. She put me in charge of the evening homeroom and went home.”
“E-ehh…? B-but then why…?”
I stared at her with wide eyes, shocked that the model student Min-ha had just lied without even changing her expression. She pushed her round glasses up with one finger, widened her large eyes, and said:
“Take it off.”
“H-huh…?”
“I said take it off. I need to brush my teeth too.”
With that, she skillfully gathered her long hair and tied it back with the hair tie that had been around her wrist.
I stood there dumbfounded with my mouth hanging open. Only when she finished tying her hair and stared at me expectantly did I hurriedly pull my pants down.
…So she made up that story about the teacher just to drag me here and use my dick all for herself? This girl isn’t normal either…
Thinking that to myself, I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for Min-ha to start brushing with my cock.
But even after tying her hair, she didn’t immediately start sucking. Instead, she stared at me intently with those big eyes, then took my hand and led me to the stairs. She sat me down roughly in the middle of the staircase, sat down right beside me, and said:
“…My legs hurt. Let’s sit here for a bit.”
“Huh…? O-oh, uh… s-sure…”
I nodded in a daze. Min-ha slightly lowered her head, her cheeks faintly flushed. While I sat there on the cold stairs with my pants around my ankles and my dick exposed, wondering what the hell we were even doing, she quietly brushed her hair behind her ear and spoke.
“…Hey, Kim Yejun.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Do you like Lim Hyun-ah? Your desk partner.”
I flinched hard. My face burned as I frantically shook my head and waved my hands in denial.
“T-there’s no way… Why would I ever like a delinquent bitch like her…”
At that, Min-ha’s expression suddenly brightened. She whipped her head toward me and said:
“Right? Someone that stupid definitely isn’t right for you, is she? You’d prefer someone smarter and more diligent, wouldn’t you?”
“Huh…? W-well, um… that is…”
To be honest, I didn’t really have a strong preference either way, so I ended up mumbling vaguely. But Min-ha seemed to have already come to her own conclusion. She nodded firmly, clenched her fist, and muttered to herself.
“Yeah, exactly. A girl like Lim Hyun-ah should stick with some tattoo-covered thug. It makes sense you’d hate her.”
“N-no… that’s not… I mean…”
The very next moment, Min-ha brushed her hair behind her reddened ear, suddenly lowered her head, and took my cock straight into her mouth.
“Hngh…! K-kgh… Haah…”
“Slurrrp… Chuuup chuuup… Slurp… Jjuuup…”
Min-ha took me so deep that her glasses kept tapping against my thighs as she bobbed her head up and down.
“Aghh… Ah, ahh… Ooooh… Oghhh…”
The blowjob Min-ha gave me was on a completely different level of delicacy compared to what the other girls had done. While the others had roughly sucked me off like they were just trying to milk out my semen, Min-ha treated it like genuine foreplay—gently teasing and caressing my cock with tender care.
Yet the stimulation wasn’t too weak. Her other hand gently massaged my balls, and every so often she’d use her now saliva-slick hand to stroke my shaft rapidly.
“Hngh… Hngh… Hngh… Ngh…”
Without realizing it, I was pressing down on the back of Min-ha’s head in rhythm, forcing my cock even deeper into her throat. Of course, she didn’t complain even once. She simply focused on giving me the most sincere oral possible.
Whenever her teeth accidentally grazed my glans, she would look up with those big eyes to check if I was in pain. The sight was so adorable that my arousal boiled over uncontrollably.
“Ugh, kghhh… Ngh… Aah…”
Min-ha must have noticed my balls twitching in her hand, signaling that I was close. She suddenly narrowed her eyes, gave me a lewd smile, and whispered:
“…No. Hold it in a little longer… Slowly… We still have plenty of lunch time left…”
“Hii, hiiik… Ngh… Haaah… Khh…”
She deliberately slowed down, teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue to delay my orgasm as much as possible. She rubbed my slippery glans against the inside of her cheek, pressed her tongue root against my urethra while moving her head, and used the roof of her mouth and tongue to firmly stroke the head of my penis. After all that exquisite torture, I finally couldn’t hold back anymore and erupted straight into Min-ha’s mouth.
“Aghhhkkk…!! O-oooooh!!! Ah…!! Ah…!! Nghhh…”
Min-ha kept her lips tightly sealed around my glans without moving an inch while I came. She only squeezed and kneaded my flushed balls firmly in her grip. During that time, my semen completely filled her small cheeks until they bulged, then overflowed and dribbled out from the corners of her mouth.
Only after confirming my orgasm had fully stopped did she finally pull her mouth off my cock. She gargled thoroughly with my semen, swallowed it with a loud gulp, then flipped her hair back, smiled softly, and said:
“…Lunch time is almost over, so no one will be able to bother you even if we go back now. Let’s go.”
She stood up abruptly from the stairs, brushed off her skirt, and offered me her hand. I took it in a daze and stood up, replying:
“Y-yeah… Thanks.”
Min-ha smiled brightly as if it were no big deal, but with my curly pubic hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, the expression somehow looked incredibly vulgar.