Penis Toothbrush (5)
Even after lunch, she kept milking me a couple more times during every break. Only then did the final bell ring and classes finally end.
My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. I was clumsily stuffing my things into my bag when Hyeon-a, who sat next to me, suddenly tapped my shoulder before leaving.
“Hey, partner!”
I looked up in confusion. Hyeon-a threw an arm roughly around my neck, mussed my hair with her other hand, and grinned.
“See you tomorrow! Bye!”
“Uh… yeah… bye…”
Her perfume flooded my nose while her full D-cup breasts pressed firmly against me. The sensation sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. When she noticed me squirming and avoiding her eyes, her expression suddenly sharpened with a chilling glint.
“…I’m going to use you a lot tomorrow too, so you’d better save your cum, okay? And from now on, you’re not allowed to give it to any other bitches. If I catch you, you’re dead. Understand?”
“U-ugh… I understand…”
My voice came out small and terrified. Only then did Hyeon-a seem satisfied. She released me and scampered off to her friends waiting outside.
I stared at her retreating back for a moment, finished packing my bag, and staggered out of the building on unsteady legs.
…Well, at least I won’t be forced to cum anymore now that academy’s over. Still, just how much does Hyeon-a see me as her personal toy? She’s even trying to control my ejaculation schedule when she’s not around… That’s seriously vicious.
With those thoughts swirling in my head, I trudged toward the academy gate.
That was when someone suddenly grabbed my arm from behind.
I whipped around in surprise. The person standing there was the last one I expected.
It was Hae-min.
She was one of the three delinquents who always hung out with Hyeon-a for meals and smoke breaks. She was the same girl who, back when my semen was being treated like lotion, had asked me to smear it on her pussy lips.
She was usually so quiet that I’d barely heard her speak except for that one time. Unlike Hyeon-sol and Hyeon-a, who constantly teased and clung to me, Hae-min kept to herself.
So the fact that she was suddenly stopping me on my way home felt anything but ordinary. I swallowed hard and asked cautiously.
“U-um… did you need something? Why are you—”
I had already assumed she was about to pick a fight for no reason. That was just what delinquents did when they were bored. I figured Hae-min was no different.
But she didn’t say a word. She simply kept her grip on my arm and started dragging me along.
My heart pounded with anxiety. I was terrified she was taking me to some secluded spot where her whole delinquent crew would surround and beat me senseless.
Then, in a low voice, she finally spoke.
“…My boyfriend’s coming over today.”
I turned to look at her, confused. “So…?”
“……”
She didn’t say anything else. Her cheeks were faintly pink as she continued walking in silence. Before I knew it, I was being pulled along with my arm firmly linked with hers, like we were some kind of couple.
“Slurp… chup… slurp… lick, lick… chuup…”
“Ah, ngh… ah… ugh… khh…”
The place she had taken me to was her studio apartment. It looked like she lived alone. As expected from a single girl’s place, the floor was scattered with clothes, strands of hair, and crumpled tissues. Underwear lay strewn across the bed, and the sheets had obvious period stains from when she’d slept on them.
The moment we entered, Hae-min pushed me onto the bed and immediately began giving me a careful, devoted blowjob without saying a single word.
Completely lost, all I could do was moan as she sucked me.
“Ngh… khh… ah… ahh…”
For nearly fifteen minutes, Hae-min said nothing. She simply kept sucking my cock. Her long hair spilled over my groin, tickling me in the most obscene way. On top of that, the entire room smelled of the slightly sour scent that clung to women’s underwear, instinctively stoking every male urge I possessed.
“Hah… hah… haaah… ngh… ah…”
At some point I started stroking her head naturally, pressing down gently from time to time. Each time I did, Hae-min would glance up and glare, but she never actually got angry. Instead, she would close her long-lashed eyes and savor the bitter, salty taste of my cock, sucking with quiet devotion.
After nearly thirty minutes of continuous fellatio, the urge to cum became almost unbearable.
“Ah… ahh… ngh… khh… ugh…!! I-I’m cumming…!”
Right as the peak was about to hit, a loud phone vibration suddenly cut through the room.
Hae-min pulled my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, quickly grabbed her phone, and answered it. Just before speaking into the receiver, she covered the microphone with her hand and whispered to me in a low, threatening voice.
“…Make a sound and you’re dead.”
I bit my lip and nodded frantically. Only then did she uncover the mic.
“Hello? Oppa? Where are you right now? In front of the house? Yeah right. You overslept again, didn’t you?”
Her tone was slightly higher than usual, and the way she called him “oppa” made it obvious this was the boyfriend who was supposed to come over. My eyes widened in panic and I started trembling.
Wait… her boyfriend’s about to show up and I’m here? If he catches us, I’m dead, aren’t I…?
Even while on the phone, Hae-min glanced at my rock-hard cock, wrapped her hand around it, and began stroking it up and down without missing a beat.
“Ngh…!”
I couldn’t hold back a moan. I slapped both hands over my mouth in a panic. Hae-min shot me a sharp glare for disobeying her order, then punished me by squeezing my balls in her grip.
Her fingers were long enough to hold both of my large balls in one hand. She crushed them like she was trying to crack walnuts.
“Ghh… ghk…”
The masochistic pleasure made my body writhe, but I fought desperately not to let any sound escape. Meanwhile, Hae-min tucked the phone between her shoulder and cheek, freeing her other hand to stroke my shaft in steady, relentless strokes.
She was squeezing my balls from below while pumping my cock from above. The thick, warm saliva she had spent dozens of minutes coating me with mixed obscenely with my precum, turning into perfect lubricant.
Her hand glided smoothly from the base of my cock, over the ridge of my glans, all the way to the tip of my urethra—two full strokes per second—milking me for semen. I curled my toes and tensed every muscle in my body, trying to hold back the rising climax.
“Ghh… ghk… ngh…”
“Yeah, oppa. You’ll be here in thirty minutes? Okay~ I love you too, oppa.”
The moment she hung up and set the phone down, I exploded with the moans I had been suppressing.
“Aaaah!! Ahh!! A-ahhh!! Ooh!! Aaaaaagh…”
It felt like a clogged drain had suddenly been cleared. My cockhole opened wide and cum erupted like a fountain, splattering all the way up to the ceiling.
Hae-min’s eyes widened in surprise at the sheer force of it. She hurriedly shoved my cock back into her mouth to catch the rest.
“Mmph… ngh… slurp… mmm… gulp, gulp… lick, lick.”
“Ughhh… ngh… khh… haa… ah…”
Her mouth seemed slightly larger on the inside than the other girls’. Even after taking my entire load, her cheeks barely puffed out at all. When she finally pulled away, she stared at me with her usual blank expression, as if nothing had happened. Then she swallowed with an audible gulp, her throat bobbing.
She brought her hand to her mouth, breathed out, and checked the thick smell of my semen on her breath. A small, satisfied smile spread across her face, like she had just used refreshing mouthwash. She nodded.
“…Yeah. Now I can kiss oppa.”
“Ugh… blegh…”
I shuddered at the mental image of her boyfriend kissing those lips that had just been filled with my thick cum.
There’s no way a guy wouldn’t notice that smell… This is completely fucked. If he finds out, I’m definitely dead. No question about it.
Even after using my semen like mouthwash, Hae-min didn’t let me leave. She just kept staring at me with those blank eyes while idly fondling my spent cock.
It felt like she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite bring herself to speak. Sweat rolled down my face as I asked carefully.
“Um… your boyfriend’s coming soon, so… maybe I should go now…?”
She flinched, glanced at the clock, then turned back to me. Finally, she gathered her courage.
“I… I have a favor to ask.”
“Huh…? What is it…?”
Her face remained mostly expressionless, but her cheeks flushed bright red. She leaned in close and whispered in a small voice.
“…Will you practice kissing with me? I’ve… never done it before…”
“E-ehh…”
My head spun. The room seemed to tilt and whirl around me.