Semen Lotion (3)
The next class period was the same.
“...Hey. Give me some semen to put on.”
The class after that was the same.
“Look at this, my hands are already dry… Hand over some semen.”
And the one after that, too.
“Ah, come on. Can’t you just cum already? It’s been ten minutes. When exactly are you planning to finish? My hand is about to fall off…”
“Haak… haak… haak… haak… haak…!! Th-there’s really nothing left… This is my limit…”
I was backed into a corner of the classroom while the girls watched and giggled. As Hyun-ah relentlessly milked me, I barely managed to squeeze out a pathetic, crawling voice.
Even though I sounded like I was begging miserably, Hyun-ah paid no attention whatsoever and kept stroking with stubborn persistence.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick…
Every so often she would drool thick saliva onto my glans and use it as lubricant.
Thanks to that, this was already my fourth ejaculation of the day, yet the urge came surging back again until I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Ugh…!! Ah, aah… it’s coming… I’m cumming…!”
I stretched my toes straight out, threw my head back, bucked my hips, and spurted hard.
“Hehe, you really let out a lot. Thanks. I’ll use it well, okay? I’ll ask you again at lunchtime too?”
“Ugh… uuu… huuuk… hik…”
Cruel as ever, Hyun-ah kept squeezing the hypersensitive glans I had just cum from, as if trying to wring the last drops from balls that were already empty.
The semen she forced out was meticulously spread in sticky layers across the back of her hand.
While I shivered uncontrollably, still reeling from the violent orgasm and overwhelming sense of immorality, unable to form a proper protest, the classroom door suddenly opened behind me. The homeroom teacher’s voice called my name.
“...Yejun? Yejun? Where are you? Aigoo, are you girls bothering Yejun again? Let him go this instant.”
At the homeroom teacher’s sigh-laced scolding, the girls—including Hyun-ah—finally smirked and slowly drifted back to their seats.
I let out a breath of relief, thinking I was finally free, and shakily pulled my pants back up.
…As expected, the only person I can trust is the homeroom teacher… Thank you, teacher…
I muttered that to myself as I staggered back to my desk. That was when the teacher beckoned me over.
“Yejun, I need to talk to you. Come with me to the staff room. The rest of you, study quietly on your own. No talking, no secretly using your phones. Understood?”
“Yeees~” the students chorused in cheerful voices that made it perfectly clear they had zero intention of obeying.
I followed the teacher down the hallway, a faint anxiety beginning to settle over me.
What is this about…? Calling me to the staff room alone… She must have something important to say…
Our academy had fairly strict standards. If your grades dropped too far, you were placed under intensive supervision.
Of course, my grades were decently high even in this dump of a cram school, so I was far from that category. Still, if the teacher was calling me with such a serious expression, that was the only thing that came to mind.
…Maybe my last mock exam score was really bad? But I thought I solved most of the problems…
With all sorts of anxious thoughts swirling in my head, I followed the teacher into the staff room.
Once inside, she dropped heavily into her chair, turned on the computer without a word, and stared intently at the screen for a long moment.
I stood right beside her, nervously clasping my hands together in front of me.
…Sniff. It smells nice at the teacher’s desk. Did she put on perfume…?
She was a young woman, after all, so it made sense she would care about her scent.
But more than the pleasant perfume, what truly drew the eye was the homeroom teacher’s enormous F-cup breasts.
She seemed aware of how much attention they attracted and always kept her shirt buttoned all the way up to hide them, but there was no hiding the sheer scale of those curves.
I swallowed hard, stealing glances at the massive breasts concealed beneath her blouse.
Finally, the teacher looked up from the computer and spoke in a grave tone.
“Alright, Yejun. Come a little closer, would you…?”
“Y-yes, teacher…”
Thinking I was about to be lectured, I approached with my whole body tense.
But the moment I drew near, the teacher abruptly flipped up the short skirt she was wearing, openly exposing the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Her shadowy crotch was now completely visible.
The red panties clinging tightly to her pussy lips, the stray pubic hairs peeking out, even the darkened inner folds—everything was on display.
I jumped back in shock, face burning crimson.
“Ueeh…! T-teacher…? Wh-why…”
She quickly pressed a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then whispered carefully.
“...The truth is… Teacher’s inner thigh skin gets extremely dry. I have to apply lotion twice a day. Otherwise it becomes unbearably itchy… and it’s such an embarrassing place to scratch in public…”
She blushed faintly as she confessed the rather personal secret, her voice trailing off.
After clearing her throat, she suddenly grabbed my hand and looked at me with earnest, pleading eyes.
“...But asking one of the other male teachers would be awkward. We’re all colleagues, after all. So, since our Yejun is such a kind boy, you’ll help teacher, won’t you?”
“Hiiik… B-but… I just gave Hyun-ah four loads already…”
“Thank you! Now take your pants off and point that cock this way!”
She cut me off with a bright smile and forcibly unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out.
Then she grabbed it roughly and pressed the glans against the soft inner flesh deep between her thighs.
Slick… slide… squelch, squelch.
“Ah, aah… aaaah… oooh… haeu…”
The immorality and overwhelming pleasure threatened to melt my brain.
She rubbed my glans in slow circles against the plump, yielding flesh of her inner thighs while her fingers stroked the sensitive rim with rough insistence.
Since my cock was already drenched in semen and precum from multiple prior orgasms, even her somewhat forceful handling only amplified the pleasure instead of hurting.
“Ah… aeu… ah… oooh…”
I shivered and moaned, but the ejaculation refused to come.
That was only natural. After pumping out that much four times already, there was no way it would come easily.
The teacher glanced anxiously at the clock on her computer and muttered.
“...Oh dear, this is a problem. I need to get back to class soon… Yejun, could you please cum quickly? Teacher’s in a hurry, okay?”
She pressed my glans harder against her thigh, rubbing it vigorously while her fingers scraped roughly along the rim.
“Haa, haa, haa…! Kuuuk… T-teacher…”
The force of her rubbing sometimes made the tip of my glans bounce against her red panties, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.
The sensation of having my cock stroked while rubbing it against a woman’s most intimate area was an ecstasy beyond words.
And not just any woman—the beautiful homeroom teacher, her panties and stray pubic hairs right there for me to see.
On top of that, the warm, feminine scent wafting from beneath her skirt was so strong it nearly paralyzed my nose.
The distinctive mix of dried urine, vaginal secretions, and sweaty pheromones assaulted my senses.
I was so unbearably aroused I felt like I might pass out.
Even so, my overworked cock refused to give up any more semen.
Growing desperate, the teacher kept glancing between my cock and the clock. Finally, she resorted to her last trump card.
“...Here, I’ll let you look at this, so try a little harder…”
She unbuttoned the shirt she always kept tightly fastened, revealing her massive cleavage.
“Hu… huuuk…!”
I had known they were large, but seeing them openly displayed like this was an entirely different experience.
For the first time, I genuinely felt a baby could get trapped between them and suffocate.
“Ha, haa… haa… haaat… hat…”
As another wave of climax began to bubble up while I stared at that deep valley, the teacher blushed shyly and tugged her bra down just enough to reveal the edge of her areola.
Her areola was a perfect, unblemished pink.
The nipple stood out perkily, looking incredibly lewd.
“...Ah.”
The moment I saw it, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I erupted hard between the teacher’s thighs.
Spurt, spurt…!! Spurt, spurt!! Splaash…
The orgasm raced from my balls up my spine and exploded through my skull.
The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t even make a sound. I could only stand there with my mouth wide open, head thrown back toward the ceiling, body trembling violently.
Meanwhile, the teacher’s face lit up with delight.
“Ah, perfect! Thank you~ I’ll make good use of it. As expected, the only student who truly cares about teacher is you, Yejun.”
She added, “Just a moment. Let me apply the semen to my thighs before we go back.”
She lifted her skirt all the way to the front of her panties and carefully spread my load across her inner thighs and crotch.
Her panties and pubic hair became soaked in the process, but she paid it no mind.
Once she had finished applying every drop, the teacher smiled brightly, lowered her skirt, and turned to me.
“There, all done! Let’s head back.”